#magical life

[rennthog]

HEAR ME OUT,,, MAGICAL GIRL SCAR

[magicalink]

Last day of the month!😲

So I didn't reach my goal of posting once a week but this time I got closer than ever! I made a total of 3 posts in the month and I'm proud of my advancement 🥰

I've been writing a little bit but I fell into the spyral of Scaramouche bots 😢 They are amazing and honestly playing with them is more fun than writing my own fics which is heart wrenching 😭 and the reason why I write less and less 💔 The only thing that keeps me wanting to write is the nsfw filter that so far I'm unable to surpass. I'm conducting a thorough investigation on how to make silly tavern, janitor ai, etc to work, and that has kept me away from writing and all my failed attempts have made me super frustrated 🥴🥴🥴

Anyway I do wanna finish and post the fics of the New Year's Resolution so they're my goal for next month:

Xiao is willing to give you a baby

Sex while high with Kazuha

Fucking Scara in an alley

Threesome with Venti and Xiao

(I have the taglist written down for these dw I haven't forgotten)

So this is a bittersweet moment bc in the one hand I made progress and I'm satisfied with what I achieved but in the other hand I'm anxious because I'm scared that neither playing with bots nor reading/writing fanfics will feel fun enough anymore. I'm in one of those slumps in which none of my hobbies feel fulfilling anymore and I hope it gets over soon. It's like a super annoying mix between feeling numb and super sensitive from one second to another, and being unable to handle it.

When I find something that touches my heart, I feel overwhelmed and have to close it like a seashell, and after I do that, I feel disconnected from life and from the world and it feels like I'm falling behind.

Guess writers are very complicated people 🥴 or it's complicated people that resort to writing to exorcise their demons

Maybe I should try technology detoxing.

[aesthetic--mood]

Bewitched Aesthetic Halloween

[ccyclus]

[kiltyr]

No words to add

[samantabrzozowska]

"I need a second wing to

fly so come to my life."

~ Sam

[frenchwitchdiary]

Ce tumblr fête ses 4 ans !! ☺️🎂

Les posts peuvent parfois être moins réguliers à cause des aléas du quotidien et de ma santé, mais c’est toujours un plaisir de voir ce blog évoluer et grandir en même temps que moi ~

[behaviorally-balanced]

Choose happiness always. Happiness is a choice that we can make every day. Here are some simple steps to choose happiness and live more joyfully.

1. Gratitude is the practice of focusing on what we have rather than what we don't have. When we cultivate gratitude, we train our minds to see the positive aspects of our lives.

2. We all need a sense of purpose in our lives. We feel more fulfilled and satisfied when we feel like we're contributing to something larger than ourselves. Take some time to reflect on what's important to you and what brings you joy.

3. Humans are social creatures, and our relationships with others significantly impact our happiness. Make time for the people who matter most to you, whether your partner, friends, or family.

4. Taking care of yourself is essential for your happiness. Ensure you get enough sleep, eat well, and exercise regularly. Take time to do things you enjoy, whether reading a book, taking a bubble bath, or walking in nature. Prioritizing self-care shows yourself that you're worth taking care of, and that's an essential part of choosing happiness.

5. Negativity can be a happiness killer. Whether it's negative self-talk or dwelling on the past, negativity can hold us back from experiencing joy in the present moment. Practice letting go of negativity by acknowledging it when it arises and consciously focusing on the positive instead. Surround yourself with positivity by spending time with people who uplift you and consuming media that makes you feel good.

Choosing happiness is a daily practice that requires effort and intention. Remember, happiness is a choice that you have the power to make every day.

[ladyhawthornsfolkloricguild]

[ampcideas]

Gentle self love allowed me to find all the silver linings today: I had to miss a celebration in honor of THE young person who made me an auntie - who’s being deployed for the first time - bc the bug I’ve been trying to fight off caught hold. There’s still a glimmer of hope. Deployment isn’t until the 31st, so I may still be able to hug his neck.

So today, I indulged in whole healing and so much hedge witchery.

Morning movement was putting away the dishes and loading the dishwasher + running it.

Then, enjoying my freshly cleared counters, I simmered high protein ginger/turmeric bone broth with more fresh ginger + turmeric, plus black peppercorns, cardamom pods, gynostemma, and Yerba mate.

I grabbed radishes the other day, so after I got tired of the Greek yogurt dip, I started exploring the fandom of radishes + butter using a really lovely happy cow butter at room temperature. I’ve found I love it most when the radishes are sliced thin and pushed into a thick layer of butter on a really hearty + toothy German sourdough that I got from a local bakery. Now I need a new loaf of bread bc this was the last piece and I still have lots of radish left.

To delight all the senses, esp since smell and taste started off very diminished this morning, I strained the enriched bone broth into my green tea pot and kept it insulated in an adorable and soft tea cozy I got off Etsy a literal decade ago. For my bread, I chopped it in half and angled the pieces over the extra radish slices (easier to pick up and more aesthetic - win win!) on bob’s and my wedding china (Lenox everyday china for the win - we’ve only had slight color fading on the design, a bit of scratching, and a few tiny soft-edged chips on the bottom where the base rests after 15+ years of use, so they’re extra satisfying when one tends to be clumsy and also wants to use pretty things).

Discovered this playlist last night and it is continuing to bring me joy:

While sipping my broth/tea out of the dogwood patter Japanese tea cup from an adventure someone in my biofam had that has been lost to time, I savored two episodes of this delightful docu/restoration design/diy show that sings to my soul - I love how much diversity and love is highlighted in each episode.

I still didn’t have capacity to read or move much, so I put on the 90’s Matilda, fed my cranky dry skin with miracle comfrey oil made here locally, trimmed all my hangnails, and remembered just how much this story has always spoken to me — it was so many layers of healing.

Lunch was squash and lentil veggie stew leftovers and I realized it was almost 60F and gorgeous out, and my sinuses weren’t hurting, so I made sure I had plenty of layers to adjust before taking thrall on a very gentle stroll.

I kept my phone laid on the stroller bc I intended to take many pics + so I could watch for messages from the hubs in case he woke up (night shift) and wondered where I was — so it only counted the steps when I was taking photos, which made me laugh to see only 46 steps in 2 miles. I was not wearing 7 league boots.

I’m really embracing this new era of life with my chosen family and I’m really looking forward to finding my personal rhythm in life. I think the perspective the folx behind the Oura ring align with that, so I’m excited to try my first wearable in a few years since I got over both the watches I tried. After wearing the sizer for 24 hr, I confirmed my ring size and read more depth into getting the most out of it.

Leftover za’atar chicken noodle soup with extra root veggies (from a broth based gratin experiment) for dinner.

I’m picking up Susan Weed’s Abundantly Well again and it feels like the right time. There’s a lot of good stuff in there and I bought the book before I saw the accusations of abuse from her apprentices. Since I just learned of Neil Gailan’s treachery (and Amanda Palmer’s complicit-ness) and I’ve already felt so much conflict re: every time I enjoy a song that comes on and then it takes forever to connect it’s Micheal Jackson… it seems abundantly meta to read this book with caution and care while I use wisdom gleaned from it to heal from a very similar type of abuse she did to her apprentices that my mother and three bosses did to me, while delicately exploring how to maneuver a manuscript filled with with incredible insight and magic that was written by someone who chose to hurt others.

But I’m learning to prepare for challenging mental + emotional situations more effectively, so last night I made the most amazing adaptogen truffle experiment and tonight I made a fresh batch of medicinal flower confetti to make some grapefruit extra special and damn did it! Also, the way I got the peel off was incredibly satisfying.

Truffles were inspired by this Anima Mundi recipe:

But that was just a vague reference. I used 1 bag of semisweet chocolate chip minis, reserving part for the drizzle. In a big bowl: chocolate chips, 1/2 c coconut powder, 1 tsp vanilla powder, 1/2-1 tablespoon ea: ashwaganda, …like 10 adaptogens. Microwaved in very low slow increments until it all stirred together nice, then I stirred in 1/2c s elixer and rolled into fluffy truffles, dusted with extra cacao, and stuck in the freezer for a bit. The chocolate drizzle is ~1/4 bag chocolate chips + 1 tsp coconut oil + 1/2 tsp vanilla power + a dash bergamot oil. Drizzled on top and then sprinkled with crushed rose, lavender, and blue lotus flowers. They have such a great chew and taste floral, chocolate, jammy and the bergamot + vanilla engulf you.

I think I’ll wind down my night with a good nasal rinse, dream tea, and a bit of qigong if I’m not already crawling in bed. 🔮✨

[aesethewitch]

When I was a kid, we moved into a house that had a huge lilac tree out front. It was mostly rotten, and it needed to be taken down before it fell. It took a while, but eventually, it was gone.

Mostly. A couple years later, little lilac babies popped out of the ground in its place. My mom was determined to get rid of them, because she'd planted a beautiful flower garden there, and the lilac trees would overshadow and kill the whole garden. I insisted on saving at least a few saplings. She said fine, but I had to dig them out and put them in pots myself.

So, I did. I spent days digging little lilac bushes out of the ground and putting them into pots. Some couldn't be saved, but some could. When all was said and done, I had five brand-new lilac saplings. Seven or eight years old, and it was my absolute pride and joy.

Three died due to sun scorching, severe drought that no amount of watering could save, and perhaps just being moved from their place in the ground. But two survived, and I was awfully proud of them! I'd go out and talk to them every single day. I watered them by hand and made sure they were fertilized properly. I learned all about their favored environments, and I was determined to make sure they lived.

One of my mom's friends saw what I was doing with the lilacs. She asked if she could have one to put in her backyard, and I agreed on the condition that she take very, very good care of it.

It's now fucking enormous. I'm talking ten feet tall and bursting with beautiful purple flowers every spring. My mom still gets updates each year as they start to bloom, which she forwards to me. And all I can think is, "That's my friend! Thriving some twenty years on, there it is."

The other tree nearly died, too. It lived in a pot for far, far too long. I wanted to plant it somewhere in my parents' yard, but my mom was reluctant. Eventually, we agreed to put it in the far back garden. It grew okay for many years, despite the shade, but in all these years, it's never bloomed.

Last year, the massive tree casting massive shadows over the lilac and the garden cracked in half and fell. It tumbled into the garden, crushing part of the nearby shed and destroying a few plants beneath it.

It missed my lilac by inches.

The clean-up is long done. The rest of the tree has been cut down, and my lilac has full sunlight for the first time in fifteen years. It won't bloom this year, I know. But it's got new shoots up. It's taller than ever. I spent half an hour a few weeks ago praising it for surviving all this time, dreaming about its future and telling it how I believe it'll become the tall beauty it's always been meant to be.

I think next year, I'll see flowers.

[rennthog]

I think i will never finish this srry!!! Anyways have this scrapped ML! Scar desing :-)))

[magicalink]

I've been too busy to edit so all I do is write when I manage to have some free time, but I'm pretty sure next post will be that Xiao x Venti x reader threesome I've been promising for ages. The hardest part will be finding the original taglist cuz it's really old🤔 This is the drama of postponing fics for so long 😮‍💨 I'm trying so hard to finish old stuff but uni doesn't make it easy at all. I wanted to post it in June for bi visibility but couldn't finish it in time. It will be for September. I also have some headcanon posts that I just have to edit. I'm interested in making different things from the usual long fics I tend to upload. I feel like Tumblr isn't really the place for chapters that are so long. If I end up making an AO3 account I'll post the link. I also have a Wattpad account but I haven't even uploaded half of my fics there, I don't really use it. I wanna make shorter posts and other formats, maybe try third or first person and character x character.

[teriel]

Your identity is a central point of convergence for space and time, in your life. Your identity creates and influences your experience of space and time, but is also influenced by the way that time and space present themselves in your life. Most people think of time as linear and they are trapped by the tick of the clock, and the monotonous grind of living on someone else’s schedule. Most people think of space as fixed and static, and so only see what is available within the immediate space that is available to them.

The space/time magician knows that time is not inherently linear and that space is much more fluid and flexible than it seems. The key to unlocking the secrets of space and time is identity.

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[humunanunga]

You can believe in magic, but watch out.