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mondaymelon · 1 year ago

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“...That’s the briefing. Any questions?” Sango uncrossed her arms, glancing up from the paper she was reading off of. It was a chilly evening at the Bantan Sango Detective Agency, and you regretted not bringing an extra layer of clothing with you to work.

You sighed, your exhale turning white in the frosty air. The sky had already blended black, tiny pin pricks of bright stars resembling white paint scattered on a midnight canvas hung like a dusty backdrop. The days had been growing colder of late, and the maple leaves that loosely clung to the trees now blanketed the cobblestone streets. “Typical of you to hand me over to some tiring task right before the festival… that other guy, genius detective Shikanoin Heizou, why not ask him instead and spare me the trouble?”

The brunette’s expression grew strained. “You know I don’t talk to him anymore. Besides, he quit a long time ago. He works for the Tenryou commission now, and I hear that quite the skilled man. Wherever he is, he always finds a way to boast about him, I suppose…” Her voice trailed off with an exasperated groan. “It doesn’t matter. Are you going to take the job or not?”

“Do I really have a choice?” Judging by her scammer-like smile, you already knew the answer before you asked the question.

“Nope.” And just like that, she thrusted the manila folder of information into your arms, several pieces of paper flying out of it in the process. “Have fun, I’ll see you at the Halloween Festival later!” She sprinted away before you could even get in another word.

As expected. Sango was rather stone-faced, yet she only grew more and more animated as you got to know her. You didn’t know exactly what happened between her and that redhead detective, but you weren’t one to pry for details the other wasn’t willing to provide. Besides, you still had Ryuuji to pester for help… not. He had long since gone home for a weekend vacation.

“This is why I’m miserable.” You shook your head, reluctantly glancing through the information in the files given.

[ 48 missing people.

No attacks on children. Prime targets seem to be young adults regardless of gender.

Only three bodies have been retrieved.

Bodies are drained of blood. Puncture wounds in neck. Inscriptions on body...

Last event was Oct 24. Tanaka Oda, aged 24. Inferred to have gone missing at night. Had gambling problems but otherwise was a clean slate. ]

“Shit, this sounds like something from a legend… couldn’t these just be wild animal attacks?” You examined the photos, spotting the sunken eyes and dry flesh. “Ah, but unless it was an 8 foot tall bat… and the runes. How the fuck would a bat write? The work of a cult, maybe? Human sacrifice has been a thing before, and that would certainly explain the markings on the corpses, would it not…?” You didn’t have enough evidence to come to conclusions now, nor the sufficient amount of sleep. You had never exactly been the most intelligent, which made you question why Sango had even assigned this case to you in the first place. To give it to the least capable detective in the workforce must’ve meant that it must be an insignificant mystery, right? Then it’d only be a while until all the threads came unraveled. That, at the very least, provided you with a sense of comfort.

That sensation was a fleeting one, shattered by the shrill cry of a woman in the distance. High-pitched. Terrified. You snapped your head up, hastily shoving the evidence in your arm and sprinting towards the sound. It happened again, a broken cry piercing through the misty night. Smoky tendrils swirled in the air and curled around your ankles.

Where had the civilians gone? There wasn't a soul in sight. There were no lights in the windows. Food stands were left unattended as smoke rose from their stoves.

You pulled out into a clearing. There she was. She couldn't have been more than twenty years of age, her paper-white skin contrasting with the pink on her cheeks. Her kimono was strewn, creased as if someone had grabbed her with force. You could see the blood seeping from the bite wound on her neck. Her skin was icy cold. Her pulse had gone dead.

No. Not a wild animal.

This... A word, one spoken in storybooks, flashed in your mind.

There wasn't time to dwell on it. You could feel your heart pounding against your ribcage. There was someone. In the alleyway. They had seen everything.

"Huk...!"

He made a sound, then his body crumpled to the ground.

His inanimate corpse glowed with a sinister energy. Lines of foreign words circling around his arms and chest blazed forth, shining a deep red against the black night. A tongue you couldn't comprehend. A forgotten, ancient language that had long since been buried.

His body gave a spasm, shaking. It was as if he was a doll, and his joints creaked and groaned as they bent in upon themselves. Where his heart should have resided instead was a crystal-cut ruby, quivering in the open air. His eyes bulged, and then they were no longer there, bursting into a fountain of red. Then, he stilled.

He didn't move again.

Silence. Suffocating. There was something building in the back of your throat. You could taste the bitter bile on your tongue.

"F...Fuck."

Two bodies, cruelly bent and misshapen. The woman in the clearing, the blood pooling from her wounds growing cold. Her face was an almost ashen gray, and her dead marble eyes stared blankly into the sky. What was there to look at?

Then, the man. Twisted arms hung morbidly from his frame. His bloody, mangled sockets lay bare as they gazed at nothing at all. His bloodied body slowly dissipated as ashes in the wind. It was the smell of iron.

You exhaled a shallow breath. You could feel the tremble of your hands as you held them over your mouth. Shit. Shitshitshitshitshitshit. You wanted to scream, cry. You shouldn't. You couldn't.

Droplets of crimson lay scattered on the ground. A trail of blood.

Blackened remains of the cursed. A trail of his ashes.

ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴛʀɪᴀʟ.

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nonotnolan · 2 years ago

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Soul Stones: Long Distance

“It feels like it’s been forever since you’ve held me in your arms, and your trip is only halfway over. Honestly, I have no idea how people in long distance relationships can stand it.” The texts and calls helped alleviate some of the longing, but it was still rough knowing that Oliver was hours and hours away. Oliver wasn’t out to his parents, so when they told him about their plan to send him on vacation to Singapore for an entire month, he couldn’t really protest without raising suspicion. They were only going to pay for his ticket, and there was no way I’d be able to afford the trip on my own.

I placed my boyfriend on speakerphone so that I could scroll Instagram while we spoke. “At least everything is going fine over on my end. Same old boring life. My work gets done, my boss doesn’t hate me... could be worse. What about you, how’s your trip? If it’s even as half as good as these photos, it must be sweet.”

“Heh, yeah... it’s so gorgeous out here, Brian. Like, part of me says that I should be lying to you so that you don’t feel bad that you’re missing out, but... dude, we’ve gotta come back here later. I even managed to make a few friends with some guys who are also on vacation.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh, you managed, did you? Yeah, I’m sure it was so hard for the extroverted socialite to make friends.”

“Yeah, yeah, shut up...” he said, in that voice he uses when he knows I’m right. I could picture his blushing, and it was just entirely too cute. “But like, there wasn’t a guarantee there would be people my age here. I’m gonna count it as a win. Besides, you would not BELIEVE some of the people I’ve met. Like, this guy, Alfie? He’s the one I’ve tagged in a few of my other photos, and... well, I don’t want to ruin the surprise I mailed you.”

It was my turn to start blushing. “Ollie! You didn’t have to do that, what the heck? You’re on vacation, you’re supposed to be enjoying yourself! You don’t need to send me anything.”

“Well too bad, I sent it to you anyway.” Oliver had quickly shifted back to his normal smug self, which I had to admit was part of his charm. “Speaking of which-- have you checked your mail today? The tracking slip says it should have arrived by now. I think it’s small enough that they were able to put it in your mailbox.”

Sure enough, there was a small bubble-wrapped envelop waiting for me in my mailbox. Inside was a brown, marbled stone covered with intricate carved runes. “Oliver, it’s beautiful. What’s the story behind it? I didn’t expect Singapore to be known for its--”

There was a sudden lurch, and I suddenly found myself staring into the face of Oliver’s friend. That would have been weird enough, but it was clearly a mirror that I was staring at.

“It’s a body swapping stone,” Oliver said, coming up behind me and resting his hand on my shoulder. “Well, a pair of swapping stones. I didn’t believe it either, until Alfie showed me how they worked. It was his idea, obviously. He doesn’t need them anymore, and so he gifted them to me when I told him about our long distance situation. I figure you and Alfie can swap bodies Friday night, swap back sometime Sunday afternoon, and we can just... do that for a few weeks until the trip is over. And I’ll be taking mine home with me at the end of the trip, in case we ever need them again.”

I found myself running my hands along the ridges and curves of my new skin-- surprisingly soft new skin, I had to admit. “And Alfie is... fine with this? I mean, it sounds like swapping bodies every week was his idea, but like... He knows what we’re going to be doing to his body, right?”

“Of course, Brian. As long as I have permission to do the same in yours,” said the voice over the phone. I recognized it as the sound of my voice-- or, my body’s voice, I suppose-- though hearing from the outside was incredibly weird. It made sense that he’d be on the line, it wasn’t like I had hung up on him. “Oliver volunteered your body for me to use, but it’s not cool of me do to anything unless you tell me it’s okay.”

I hadn’t even considered that, to be honest. Granted, I was the only person who didn’t know that body swapping was possible a few minutes ago. “Yeah, of course, dude. Just, you know... use a condom, don’t drive my car if you’re hammered, that sort of thing. And I guess I’d rather you drive downtown if you’re looking for a random hookup, just so that you don’t run into anyone I know. Outside of that... good grief, Alfie. You’re doing us a huge favor! I can’t believe you’re just giving us these things.”

“Hey, I’m just glad someone is able to get good use out of those things,” he said. “I haven’t used them in several months, and... well, I don’t really need them anymore. I bought them for cheap, so it’s whatever. Just... do me a solid, and give them away if you see someone who could use ‘em.”

“Yeah, I think we can manage that,” Oliver said, looking over at my face. Now that the shock had worn off, I was already starting to get horny-- clearly he was feeling the same way. “Thanks again, Alfie, talk to you later!” He hung up, tossed his phone onto a nearby bed, and swept me up into his arms. If this is what our long distance relationship will look like? I think we can manage.

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delicatuscii-wasbella102 · 2 years ago

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Rune stone, Skråmsta, Uppland, Sweden; Photo by Swedish National Heritage Board

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sombersummerskies · 9 months ago

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A Champion's Love: Chapter 1

Chapter 1: An Excitable Zora Word Count: 2783 CW: None

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The sun shines down upon you as you sit atop one of the tall hills north of Lantern Lake. With a sigh, you continue to twist a blade of grass between your fingertips. Ever since waking up your thoughts have been rushing, endless, a mile a minute as you ponder the situation you find yourself in.

It was incredibly wild and bizarre. You awake in some pool with no recollection of anything beforehand. The voice of a girl unknown to you starts speaking and she somehow knows your name. You then receive this tablet called the Sheikah Slate. After a few days of working alongside an old man on the Great Plateau and figuring out these shrine puzzles, the old man reveals himself to be the spirit of the dead King of Hyrule. Next thing you know you’re traveling through the region, fending off Bokoblins and scavenging to stay alive.

Now you’re being told you’re a hero? A magnificent champion here to save the land. None of it makes any sense to you.

You still can’t remember anything. At times, you feel faint memories attempting to claw their way into your recollection. Like whispers of the past, just on the tip of your tongue, but never quite there.

That crestfallen look on Impa’s face when you revealed to her that you had no memories was still at the back of your mind. You really had been gone for a century… but why had you been put to sleep? What led to all of this? Why hadn’t you beaten Calamity Ganon before? If what the King and what Impa said was true you should have been prepared. Yet Ganon had still somehow overpowered you. He had overpowered all of you.

In spite of this, you held a small amount of faith that with time you’d get your memories back. After traveling to Hateno village to speak to a quirky scientist named Purah (who’d performed an anti-aging rune on herself and had taken on the form of a child) you had received a camera feature on the slate. Along with the camera came an album of photos. Impa had assured you that traveling to the locations of these images could potentially help jog your memory.

With a frown on your face you toss the blade of grass aside and unhook the Sheikah Slate from your belt to check your map. During your talks with Impa she told you about four ‘Divine Beasts’: mechanical creations of the Sheikah that were used by warriors to defend Hyrule. She had said to seek them out and four points had appeared on your map, seemingly coinciding with each beast.

The closest of these four points was northeast of Kakariko Village, your current location. Glancing up from the slate you could see vast wetlands, and east of that were some mountains and highlands. None of this was charted on your map, however, you would need to climb a tower to have that data be added. When you squinted, you could just barely make out what appeared to be a tower in the distance.

It was going to be quite a walk, though. You found yourself wishing you could bring your horse along. Without a horse you’d have to wade through all of that land on your own, fighting new enemies.

‘Well… no turning back now,’ you muse in your mind, adjusting the gloves of your climbing gear. After making sure all your belongings are secured, you unfurl your paraglider and get a running start, the wind whipping past as you glide over the grassy terrain.

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After some trials and tribulation, specifically a rather nosy ice Wizzrobe, you had scaled the tower. Inputting the slate into the guidance stone, you watched the blue runes trickle down, before implanting new map data. Taking out the slate, you gave the map a good look over.

‘Lanayru tower, huh? Lanayru wetlands to the southwest, Lanayru sea to the east, and… oh, Zora’s Domain!’ you thought excitedly to yourself. The glowing yellow point you were heading to was in the middle of a location named Zora’s Domain on the map.

You were so engrossed in your studying of the map that you jump at the sound of a voice behind you: “Wow! I cannot believe it!”

Spinning on your heel, you were a bit shocked to see someone on the tower. Upon closer inspection though, you were surprised to see what he was. A tall… blue… fish-person?

He cleared his throat before speaking once more, “excuse me! Yes, you! I am Gruve of the Zora!” You noticed the accessories he wore, silver bands and blue stones that seemed to be glowing- though it was hard to tell in the sunlight. “It is apparent that you are a traveler, but may I ask what brought you here?” he inquired.

“I could ask you the same thing,” you replied with a smile, raising an eyebrow. You were extremely curious as to why he was up here on one of the Sheikah Towers.

“Hm�� how astute of you! An excellent query indeed!” he beamed, and you almost blushed at the sudden praise.

“I, by the order of Prince Sidon of Zora’s Domain, am searching for a Hylian. Or I was… but then I fell asleep. I awoke to a loud noise and awful quaking, and now here I am. I’d like to get down and be on my way, but I’m simply too high up. I need to figure something out.” he explained, and you nodded your head as you listened to the story.

You bit your tongue, thinking it perhaps best that you didn’t confess that it was your own fault he was stuck in this predicament. When you had first awoken on the Great Plateau and activated the first tower there, it seemingly caused all other towers in Hyrule to rise up from the ground- this tower just so happened to catch a Zora as it rose.

“Prince Sidon is down at the bridge below, but for some reason I cannot seem to catch his attention!” he continued on, and you glanced over the side of the tower to see a bridge down below, shrouded in mist and rain.

“We’re probably too high up for him to hear you,” you mused aloud, turning to look back at Gruve.

“Yes, you may be right… but you! You are a Hylian, yes?!” he exclaimed, grinning at you. In response you gesture to your pointed ears with a smile, as if to say ‘why yes I am a Hylian, isn’t it obvious.’.

“Well then! My luck is improving!” he said, and peered over the side of the tower so quickly you thought he was almost going to fall off. “Prince Sidon! I found one! I FOUND A HYLIAN!” he screamed, nearly blowing out your eardrums.

Leaning over, you squint your eyes to try and look down at the bridge. You could see an extremely faint red figure… but it was hard to make out if that was a person or not due to the rain.

“Hmm…” Gruve sighed, pulling his body away from the edge, “Prince Sidon doesn’t seem to notice my struggle… Perhaps I should swallow my fear and jump into the river below. Then I could return to him! He must be worried sick…” he mumbled, mostly speaking to himself and not you.

You watched him for a few curious seconds, wanting to know if he’d go through with that plan or not. “No! Nope! Can’t do it! I’m too high up. I’ll likely meet the gods of the ever after before I ever see Prince Sidon again…” he muttered, before turning to face you with a sincere expression.

“Miss Hylian, I must apologize…” he continues, though you bristle a little at being called ‘Miss Hylian’. “It will be some time before I can get back to Prince Sidon. Please, you must leave me here and go on ahead.”

With a nod you pat him on the shoulder and smile. “I’m alright with that. Here, would you like some fish? I’ve caught plenty, this one is raw though,” you offer, looking through your bag before pulling out a Hyrule Bass you had wrapped in a Korok Leaf.

“Oh yes please! Thank you so much, Miss….?” he exclaims, taking the fish in his hands and looking down at you curiously.

You say your name with a grin before shutting your bag and strapping it over your shoulder. Stepping onto the ridge at the edge of the tower top, you watch his eyes grow wide as he stares at you. With a flourish, you hop off the edge and spread your paraglider open, enjoying the feeling of the wind rushing past as you head for the glowing bridge down below.

…

Your boots make a soft pitter patter on the wet grass once you land. Folding the paraglider back in, you tuck it away before looking around. The rain was beginning to soak through your clothes, but you just hoped everything in your bag would be intact.

Focusing your attention on the bridge before you, you unhook the Sheikah Slate from your belt, curious to know the area you were now in. ‘Inogo Bridge, crossing over the Zora river. Yup this is the right place,’ you think, before hooking the slate to your belt again.

As the grass turns to dirt, you’re careful not to slip on the muddy ground. Looking around the area, you couldn’t seem to see anyone. ‘Where is this supposed Prince Sidon?’ you wonder. Taking a few more steps towards the bridge, you’re suddenly stopped in your tracks at the sound of a voice calling out to you.

“Say, hey there! Young one!”

You spin around, searching for the source of the voice, incredibly confused. ‘Where- hold on, young? I’m over a hundred years old!’

“Up top! Above you!”

Glancing up, you watch in awe as a red Zora jumps off of one of the bridge’s look out points and lands flawlessly in front of you. He towers over you, at least three times your size. You stare up at him curiously, taking in his features. The main things that stood out to you were the hammer-head tail, and the attire he was decorated with: jewelry adorned his body along with a plume on his head, deeming him royalty.

You can’t help but feel somewhat intimidated by him.

It was the prince of the Zora after all, in the flesh. ‘He seems familiar… why do I feel as though I’ve seen him before…?’ you wonder, a bit lost in your thoughts as you gaze up at him.

“Pardon the entrance, but you’re a Hylian, aren’t you? I was hoping perhaps you’d have a moment to talk,” he explained, and you quickly nod your head yes, just as you had done with Gruve atop the Lanaryu tower.

“Aha! A Hylian! Yes, I knew it!” he cheers happily, “oh, pardon me… I am Sidon, the Zora Prince!” He grins, striking a bit of a silly pose that made you smile, and you could’ve sworn you even saw a sparkle in his sharp teeth.

“And what is your name? Go on, please tell me!” he inquired, and just from his demeanor it was clear he genuinely did want to know you, and wasn’t just doing this for formality’s sake.

“Uhh- I’m-” you stammer, cursing yourself for the way you suddenly stumble out your words. You felt your cheeks grow warm out of embarrassment, but quickly ignored it as you eventually spit out your name.

“What a fantastic name!” he complimented, which caused you to blush even more.

“Oh, it’s not that special,” you laughed slightly, putting your hands on your belt and fidgeting with the fabric of your shirt to distract yourself from how flustered you were getting.

He seemed to be looking at you a bit more intrinsically and you looked around awkwardly, not knowing why. “Hmm, though I cannot shake the feeling that I have heard it somewhere before…” he continued, putting his hand to his chin as he seemingly thought about it.

‘Maybe in a story or something… possibly about the champions. But he can’t possibly be over a hundred years old.’

“Well, in any case, it is a strong name! To be honest, I’ve been watching you. I’ve seen the way you work. I can tell by how you carry yourself that you are no ordinary person.” he concluded, smiling at you, “you must be a strong warrior among the Hylians, correct?”

You take a moment to mull over the question in your mind. “Uhh… sure?” you answered, despite being rather unsure of yourself. ‘A hundred years ago I probably would have answered that with confident certainty… now though… hmm…’

“Aha! Just as I suspected! I am a Zora prince, after all. I have an eye for talent that is unparalleled! Yes! Exquisite! I have been searching for someone like you for a long while. A woman like you who carries herself with power!” he gushed, just as excited as earlier.

Now you were really blushing. All the compliments and praise were making your cheeks burn despite the cold rain coming down on the two of you.

He explained the current issue at hand to you briefly. One of the Divine Beasts, Vah Ruta, was causing trouble in their land by bringing about a constant downfall. You pondered momentarily that this shouldn’t be much of an issue for the Zora, they are an aquatic race after all and lived in the water. But once you considered the future ramifications this would cause, such as the flooding of rivers and dams, you realized how devastating this could truly be.

That factor served to add more purpose to gaining control of the Divine Beast once more. Defeating Ganon and saving a civilization at the same time. How could you ever deny them the assistance?

You had zoned out momentarily while thinking of all of this, and were only pulled back to reality when you realized Prince Sidon had asked you a question, and was looking down at you expecting an answer.

“Apologies, but please repeat the question? I got distracted,” you mumbled, embarrassed that you had lost track of the conversation.

Sidon chuckled, clearly amused by your apparent shyness. “I asked if you would come back to Zora’s Domain with me? To overcome Vah Ruta!” he clarified, bearing a confident smile as he spoke.

You quickly nodded your head, droplets of water flying about as you did. “Of course I will,” you smiled, a strong want to help those in need sparked inside of you.

Sidon thanked you immensely, taking your hands into his own and shaking them gratefully. You were caught off guard by the texture of his hands. His scales were flat and smooth and slick, likely from the constant rain. Without meaning to you stare at his hands, and when you glance back up at the prince he realizes how long he’d been holding your hands for. All too quickly, he releases you from his grasp, which leaves you feeling oddly disappointed.

The two of you briefly discussed how you’d have to traverse the area- due to the rain you wouldn’t be able to scale the cliffs. You’d be forced to follow the path the Zora had carved, and though it was convenient, it winded around the river and was likely to be crowded with monsters, likely electric ones due to the weather.

Once you were done going over the plan, Sidon stood up straight and struck his signature pose once more. “Don’t give up! I believe in you!” he exclaimed, but had a peculiar look on his face when he suddenly remembered something. “Oh! That’s right! I have something I would like to give you! This is just a small trinket to show that I have faith in you,” he informed you, reaching into a pouch and pulling out a small vial of yellow-green liquid - an electro elixir.

‘Convenient,’ you muse.

He explained that the elixir’s effects seemingly don’t work on the Zora themselves, so he’s been unable to use it until now. The two of you bid your goodbyes, Sidon letting you know he’d swim upstream to make sure the path was clear for you. Then he sprung backwards, doing a spectacular flip into the water.

You laughed a bit watching his red form shoot through the river and head up the small waterfall. ‘What a show-off… a genuine, nice show-off though,’ you think, smiling to yourself before turning back to the bridge.

You prepare yourself, a broadsword you’d managed to scavenge in hand, before setting off to Zora’s Domain.

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fernthewhimsical · 2 years ago

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Original Content Masterpost

A masterpost for all original content (I could find) here on this blog. Some of it is old and doesn't really apply to my path anymore, so please be aware of the dates. In no particular order.

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apolloendymion · 7 months ago

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deck options:

standard smith-waite: tiny (smaller than a US quarter), pocket size (comparable to a business card), and standard size

nonstandard smith-waite: the somnia tarot by nicolas bruno (incredible photography project. eerie, dreamlike, liminal, yet the physical props give it a more grounded, tangible feel than your average deck.), the tattoo tarot (stunning art, if you like clean but complex designs, classic playing card artwork, or traditional western tattoo art, this deck will really resonate with you.), the literary tarot (each card depicts classic literary characters from around the world; deck sales benefited charity. my personal favorite. every detail is carefully crafted to appeal to book lovers. elaborate, shiny, magical. also they gave odysseus top surgery scars)

specialty decks: the caretaker (@cryptotheism, formerly @normal-horoscopes)'s normal tarot deck (completely original oracle deck, feels liminal and dark, but somehow peaceful; great for someone pondering deep mysteries or looking for advice in hard times), moreno & quijada's sonoran tarot (smith-waite's major arcana only; stunning and vibrant watercolors of sonoran desert wildlife. really showcases the power and wonder of the natural world. local purchase from indie artists who I've personally met)

if you'd like me to use a specific tarot spread template, please let me know. otherwise i will choose the best option for your query + number of cards. you can also pick a spread mat, if you like! you don't need to purchase enough cards to fill the mat; i can get creative with the placement. just let me know if you want the floral mat or the bunny mat:

other options:

pendula: metal (this was a gift and i don't know what it's made of; brass maybe? gold in color.), howlite, glass beads with sea turtle scene

crystal chips: red jasper, various quartz, flourite, lapis lazuli, lace agate, tigers eye, sunstone, sodalite, bismuth. all stones can be thrown, or you/i can choose 5-10 specific stones that resonate with your query.

runes: elder futhark, white clay, handmade. wyrd optional.

my kitty cat, nachtus:

nacht came into my life through my current girlfriend, who has had him since he was born. every time she went into the room with his litter, he scrambled up her pant leg like he knew she would be his favorite person. he's about 2 years old now, and loves cuddles, belly rubs, q-tips, waking up our boyfriend in the middle of the night, bothering people while they're gaming, and sitting on my gf's shoulder like a parrot.

my puppy dog, misha:

misha came into my life through my current boyfriend, who has had him since he was a puppy. he was a rescue, along with his brother oakley, who went with my boyfriend's sister. misha is a chug (chihuahua-pug mix) and is estimated to be around 8 years old. he loves cuddles, being swaddled in blankets, barking at strangers, lying on the softest pillows he can find, and zoomies!

thanks so much for taking the time to read this. it means more than you know.

#tarot reading #rune reading #tea leaf reading #pendulum reading #crystal reading #divination #spiritual advice #deity work #deity reading #signal boost #cartomancy #cleromancy #tasseography #tasseomancy #pallomancy #radiesthesia #lithomancy #poe divination

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mr2swap · 2 years ago

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John's pathetic new life.

-Next, please!-

I got up from my seat that I shared with a dozen people, among them some girls, some boys, and some single mothers, a guard checked my nametag one last time and let me enter a tiny corridor with photography signed by some famous wrestlers who had fought in that same place, including the person who brought me here tonight.

I was totally nervous my knees were shaking with every step I took towards John Cena's private dressing room, sweat was accumulating on the fabric under my armpits The sweat from my forehead would not stop falling into my eyes until I took a handkerchief from my pocket and he cleaned me until the handkerchief was completely wet, I left the dirty handkerchief in a trash can and then he bought to see while he continued walking How many handkerchiefs were still left I was not surprised that I only had one left today it was hot as hell in the sand wrestling, luckily I wouldn't need them anymore.

This was the fifth time that I had entered his private dressing room And maybe this was my 17th fight, I had tried to do this the last time I was close to John Cena like this but I was a coward, in the end, There is not a night that I will not think of using this magical amulet which exchanges the weapons of 2 or more people who touch the amulet at the same time, but now it was decided.

I kept walking until I entered an elegant room with a couple of people, a photographer was counting down to be able to take a good photo of John Cena and his childish fan. When he was finally free, the little boy ran into his mother's arms I kept seeing John's handsome face, that look of sexual desire on his face was so obvious I couldn't help but feel a little envious.

They both left after receiving a photo and thanking the giant who was wearing an elegant blue suit, the thin cloth could barely contain the huge arms, I wiped the sweat with my arms and checked once more that the magic stone was still there. It was still in my pocket, I passed my hands over the cloth feeling with my fingers the hardness of the magic Rune that I had bought on the deep web, I had spent all my savings and got a second mortgage.

After John said goodbye to the small family John talked to another man in a suit, thinner and looking similar to a weak middle-aged nerd, maybe he was his representative or something, John Lucia was a little tired or maybe annoyed to be wearing a fancy suit instead of a tank top and basketball shorts.

When they both noticed that there was another "customer" at the door, I heard John's powerful and masculine voice asking me to come closer, his smile was charming, his hair was perfectly styled, and I couldn't help but my cock suddenly hardened a little, Thanks to god my dick isn't big enough to show through my pants, but all that would change now.

I walked over to where he was sitting and I sat next to him, he slowly stretched out his huge arm toward me. The cameraman motioned to me to let me know that he was ready to take the "souvenir" photo. I forcefully grabbed the rune that was in my pants and I reached out my other hand to shake John's hand.

The moment our hands touched the rune in my pocket reacted, and a small glow began to emanate from the strange runestone hidden in my pants. He only had one chance to steal her perfect body, after which the rune would become an extremely expensive paperweight.

The rune's power ran through my body, numbing each one of my muscles, and John's surprised and surprised face confirmed that I wasn't scammed by some guy on the internet.

I couldn't stop looking into John's eyes as my body went completely numb. The camera flash came at the exact moment my soul was shot into John's body, my consciousness separated from my body and traveled to the body. of John, I had no control over what was happening to me, my Consciousness stayed in John's empty head, and at the same time, John's consciousness stayed in my old body.

After a simple blink I could see again but this time it wasn't with my eyes. In front of me was a pathetic middle-aged man bald and out of shape, with an untidy beard and sweat stains under his armpits, the small smile on his face quickly disappeared, and he looked down, and instead of seeing his muscular body just, I look at the sad body of a fanatic.

John stood up to inspect his new smaller and weaker body as the sensations in our bodies slowly returned, the first thing I could feel was tremendous confidence from the new sensation of my massive muscles, I had made it now John's body was totally mine and I felt extremely horny.

Without saying a single word I stood up, I thought I would have to get used to my new height, weight, or muscles but everything felt so natural that I didn't have to force myself to fully control John's body, it was as if he had always been there been my body.

I left the confused little bald man behind as he tried to understand why he was now in the pathetic body of the fan that a moment ago had paid just for a shake of his hand and a picture like the rest of the sheep following their brawny god, but For John, all that was over. Now the only way he could see the fighting arena again would be by sitting in front of a television in his new home.

The representative, the photographer, and the security guards subdued John leaving him on the ground with a single blow to his stomach, he felt so weak and pathetic that the only response to the crash was to fall to the ground on his knees while crying like the fag that now was.

While "John" distracted the others, I calmly walked towards the private bathroom of John's elegant dressing room without stopping smiling for a single second. The only problem I had now was the size of my colossal erection that painfully exaggerated between my muscular legs. , I began to undress on my way to the bathroom exposing my huge veiny arms, and my huge pecs.

When I finally found the bathroom, I did not hesitate to undress completely and pose in front of the mirror to be able to admire the perfection of my new body, I did not hold back any longer, I approached the mirror putting my face just a couple of inches from my My own reflection, I scanned every sexy wrinkle in my new face from top to bottom and couldn't help it.

My tongue began to play with the cold mirror in front of me. Using my 2 hands I massaged my huge cock while trying to contain the cum inside my balls, I was so horny that I was able to masturbate right after the change and I wouldn't last more than 30 seconds without ejaculating, but I wanted to keep this moment the first moment of my new life.

The male moans escaping from my mouth could be heard even outside the bathroom but I didn't give a damn. I was the fucking John Cena and no one could stop me, I walked away from the mirror without stopping looking at my face, an involuntary smile appeared on my lips when I looked at my idol completely naked in such an erotic pose.

A final roar left my mouth as I ejaculated on the bathroom mirror dirtying my own reflection. Maybe the real John would be furious if he knew all the things I've done to his body and how many fans I've fucked after every fight. But he's been too busy trying to fix his new life as a balding, middle-aged loser. Maybe if he works hard he can buy another rock…in 30 years.

And I… well I'm fucking rich now I live in John's mansion, I sleep in his bed and masturbate to the smell of the dirty clothes I wear after putting on an excellent show for all my fans, life couldn't be better… at less for me.

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