#sanctuary spirits

[trashowari]

funny days guide spirits

[anonimusunnoan]

Me n the Bois after scarfing down 5 plates of biryani, on our way to get desert.

[usertoxicyaoi]

"Atashi ... Atashi ..."

SMELLS LIKE GREEN SPIRIT (2024). EPISODE TWO.

[goliath-de-senfina-sango]

I remember one person pointed out that the speed and accuracy with which Danny sketched Dash getting strangled by a skeleton pointed to him being a pretty good illustrator, and it got me thinking. What if instead of a spirit’s Sanctuary being already there Encanto style, they make the place themselves?

Imagine Danny drawing up plans for his very own space station he can observe the heavens from, and then after Frostbite or Johnny or Sidney tells him about making a sanctuary, he does some practice with like. Molding clay and stuff for a good Earthly analogue.

And then he builds it! A space station of his very own that most ghosts have the manners not to go into! It grows and evolves with his thoughts, an extension of his mind the way a spider’s web is, but he built it first.

[mieczyslawn]

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ₊⠀˚ ʚ ﹒⠀over the moon, captures!icons

[borealwrites]

Whenever there was a storm, Iruka remembers his parents hiding him away. The barrier seals that cover his windows dull the thunder into a low rumble, like how he remembers the sea, and all he can see through the glass is an inky darkness. Those seals are the first ones they teach him, and they tell him to always have them on hand.

When he’s a little older, he asks why he can’t watch the storm like his friends. They tell him that around when he was born, there was a terrible storm that lasted for weeks. In desperation, his grandfather prayed to the storm gods, offering up his newly born grandson as a sacrifice if they would make them stop. And the storms stopped. Unwilling to let such a fate befall their child, his parents took him and fled to Konoha.

Iruka isn’t sure he believes in storm gods, but he loves his parents. Then the kyuubi comes, and suddenly gods don’t seem so fake anymore. So he covers his room at the orphanage and then his apartment with wards, and bites back the defensiveness when Mizuki makes fun of him. It isn’t the thunder and lightning he’s afraid of, it’s what they could bring.

When storms are coming, he can feel his skin crawl, like someone is watching him. Iruka strengthens the wards on his apartment and doesn’t take missions, instead hiding away in the Hokage Tower, where nobody can touch him. Some storms make it feel like someone if pounding at his barriers. On those nights he tucks himself into the corner of his apartment, as far from his windows as he can, and huddles under a blanket, wishing he weren’t so alone.

But Iruka cannot outrun and avoid storms forever. There’s a stillness in the air when he’s assigned a mission with Hatake Kakashi that he cannot refuse. Overhead the clouds are full and heavy with rain, and there’s a tinge of ozone that sets Iruka’s nerves on edge. Thunder rumbles in the distant sky when they find the enemy’s trail, and the clouds burst upon first clash.

It takes every bit of Iruka’s skill to keep from being overwhelmed. The enemy is too strong, and his heart too soft. All the warnings his parents repeated tug at him, and he’s too distracted.

Lightning strikes the tree that Iruka’s opponent is crouched in, close enough he can feel the heat. The air is saturated with enough chakra that Iruka feels drunk off it, even as it makes his hair stand on end. Blinking to clear the searing light from his eyes, Iruka chokes on a gasp.

Before him stands Kakashi, his arm buried in the chest of the now very crispy enemy ninja, sparks of electricity arcing almost lazily across his body. With a flick of his wrist Kakashi’s arm is free, and he glares down at the corpse. Something feels wrong, and while Iruka’s common sense screams at him to move, he feels rooted to the spot. Two eyes, one storm cloud grey and the other heat lightning red, lock onto his.

Kakashi’s hand, the one that had just killed a man, cups Iruka’s cheek. Once, while experimenting with seals, Iruka had shocked himself with a raiton based seal. It had hurt, and left his arm numb for two days. The merest brush of Kakashi’s fingers brings the same feelings for half a second before subsiding into a strange tingling sensation.

“I can finally touch you, my Iruka, my bride,” Kakashi’s voice was a low growl, an almost predatory sound that made Iruka jerk back. As soon as he broke contact with Kakashi, it seemed like all of Iruka’s strength left him. Like a puppet with cut strings he collapsed, and was only saved by Kakashi gathering him into his arms.

“Rest, Iruka. I’ll take care of everything else,” Kakashi cooed, and Iruka found himself helpless to resist. His last thought before he sank into unconsciousness was if his parents would be disappointed he didn’t fight harder.

This can now be found, in an expanded version, on Ao3

[benny-travels]

Benny visited a real life ostrich dragon! And a handsome one too!!

[kw4bbage]

Goofy ahh jellyfish emo- i mean 'sunset' phase

[vols-nonsense]

To the sleepiest of travellers I know

My piece for the Like Light Through The Prism zine anthology for Pride Month.

Explanation below because it’s a bit long

I themed it around one of my favourite spirits - the Off-Season/Home/Old/Daily/whatever-you-call-them Guide, AKA Sleepy Traveller (I like to think they’re the same person!) and their cousin, Sanctuary Guide (according to Ash, that is.) for the emotional ties I have to the former and the implications of them both being magic users. It fits perfectly with the turquoise stripe meaning magic on Gilbert Baker’s rainbow flag - the stripe meanings being the theme for the zine as a whole!

There are many forms of love aside from what’s societally pushed as ‘most important’, so I wanted to express the value of familial love through this (the text being inspired by my own feelings about Sleepy too, though in different ways) and the emotions felt around a long-overdue reunion, when those you value the most indefinitely separate from you and the aches for their return, especially when that happens often.

I’ve had to deal with a lot of loss of sorts over time, including losing contact with people that I know understand and accept me the most, especially as a queer person. This is to honour all those lost bonds, and ones that reform despite it all, and ones that never do.

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That aside, I hope you enjoy this piece! My first big one on a drawing tablet too. Had a lot of fun figuring it out, and the payoff was very worth it.

[bestestspirit]

hey, this bracket is for fun, it's supposed to be inconsequential and lighthearted.

if your faves loosing makes you seriously upset, please unfollow and block this blog, you don't owe anyone your participation.

every spirit is special and someone's favorite, just because they're less popular than others doesn't make them any worse. they matter to you, you love them, and that's enough.

[wilderun]

Yote pal at the sanctuary I volunteer at

[karmaspidr]

Dunno if you know the vengeful human spirits, basically a what if scenario on where the dead children possess frisk and commit genocide as revenge for their deaths, would desert sanctuary clover like them or would they think they went too far?

In the future, please go to @desertsanctuary-blog to ask questions about Desert Sanctuary.

Clover would not support their actions. The run before the one where he started the Sanctuary was a Vengeance Run. He was sickened with himself after he had time to process what had happened, even before that timeline, which is why he reset.

Whether the children are doing this out of their free will or because they were corrupted by Hate or something like that, he would try to appeal to their humanity and convince them to stop.

[thelordismylightandmysalvation]

Verse of the Day - 1 Corinthians 3:16

[lightofraye]

Meeting The Wolf

I’m dealing with a weird issue of a pulled muscle that is making sitting/laying/standing very hard to do. Awkward, in fact. So I’m sitting on a recliner with a heating pad in hopes of getting said pulled muscle to relax.

While I’m doing that, I’m gonna tell you all a story of the time I nearly walked into a wolf… and had said wolf give me a kiss.

Sounds fantastical, doesn’t it? But I swear, on my mother’s grave, it’s very true.

It happened in the early 00’s, when my family and I were living in Santa Fe, New Mexico. (Fun fact: Santa Fe is actually higher in elevation than Denver!) I was attending community college and took the bus to and from school.

One night, I was coming home late because I was using the computer lab to do my homework. It was after dark but the bus stop closest to my house was like… three blocks away. No biggie.

I got off the stop and was walking past a local grocery store called “Wild Oats”. It was like Whole Foods, but not a franchise. Wild Oats had a ton of local events, so their front area was often busy whenever we stopped by.

I was unaware of an event that happened earlier that day. There was a wolf rescue in the state that tried to educate people on what wolves were really like and to be protected. The gentlest and most adjusted wolves were used as ambassadors.

Raven was one such ambassador.

Imagine me, early 20s, blissfully unaware that I was going to walk into a wolf. I almost didn’t see him, he was mostly black and street lights were sporadic in the area.

I walk past the parking lot, taking a short cut to get home… and yelled at seeing this gorgeous, golden-eyed beast larger than any dog. I froze, nervous. It’s a wolf, after all.

Then his handler came into view and told me I had nothing to worry about. Raven loved people. I got to rub his fur and realized just how coarse it really was. Then I learned of the rescue, how they hosted events frequently. I decided to keep an eye out for the next time.

Cue the next time. I dragged my mother with me, because like me, she loved wolves. We wanted to meet Raven (for me, a proper introduction as opposed to the dark!). We went, heard the handler explain about wolves, how they’re generally very shy creatures and honestly not a danger to livestock unless they were starving and/or rabid.

Then we were allowed to take photos with Raven. I was excited and immediately asked for a chance. My mother had a digital camera and was ready to take the photo.

I stood next to Raven, him on a crate, so we were of a height. Then, abruptly, he turned his gigantic head and licked me, from chin to nose! Everyone in the audience laughed at the face I made.

I laughed, scrubbed my glasses, and gave Raven a hug. I still have those photos somewhere.

I’d see him several more times before I relocated out of state. The rescue is still in place, still trying to do what they can to educate folks on how wolf-dog hybrids are not a good idea, that wolves are not meant to be pets, and to preserve them. Wolves do so much for the eco system that we truly don’t understand.

The rescue was originally called the Candy Kitchen Wolf Rescue. Now it’s called the Wild Spirit Wolf Sanctuary. If you scroll down the link, you’ll see Raven with his handler, Leyton.

It was an incredible chance to meet Raven, to have gotten that kiss from him. One of my best memories.

[the-knife-consumer]

Forgot just how upsetting gloomed korok forest is

[distopea]

💞 REVOLVING HEARTS — our muses' romantic relationship (Gabriele bc I'm greedy 😌)

@royaletiquette

MOODBOARD & AESTHETIC GAME !