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[sunny6677]

A digital offering to Lord Hermes since I'm not sure if he'll see it or not jdndndn

I feel bad for asking for so much stuff lately so I made this. I didn't know what else to put jdndnd 😭😭😭 I don't wanna make him feel bothered or disrespected by me. I love him sm. I hate that I've been asking for so much lately and keep forgetting to give offerings. :(

[suzukiblu]

Jon and Martha, professional soulparents for WIP Wednesday please!

“Do think we passed a food truck or two when we came in,” Jonathan says, looking back over his shoulder with a considering squint. “One was a barbeque place and one was . . . eh, what were they, Ma, them Vietnamese sandwich things? On the crunchy little baguettes?” 

“Bánh mì, I think Clark called ‘em last time,” Martha says. “Or . . . mi bánh, maybe? One or the other. Oh, and there was another truck down the street a little ways selling pizza, too. Have you tried any of those before, Conner?” 

“Uh, pizza. I don’t think I’ve tried the other stuff, though,” Superman says, though he definitely hasn’t, because he hasn’t eaten enough things yet to actually forget what any of them were. He’s mostly just trying to think “Conner” again. It still doesn’t work. Not even a little bit does it work. He didn’t really think it would, but . . . 

Just–they gave him a name. He feels like he should at least try to figure out how to use it, if they . . . if they thought to bother. 

He should, right? 

Martha and Jonathan both say it a lot easier than he knows how to, though.

[fuckici]

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[countlesssorrows]

INTRODUCTION POST

hi! i’m aurora, but you can call me rora — actually proud af of my name because it is a roman deity name too! i’m 15, soon-to-be 16

i’m a pagan witch, kind of a omnist, i believe all gods exist and i recognize their existence but i just worship and work with just a few.

i mostly work with: Queen Lilith, Lady Aphrodite and Queen Persephone.

but i also work with: Lord Apollo, Lord Loki and Lord Lucifer.

i’m Duchess Astaroth’s, Lord Apollo’s and Lady Artemis’ child, as they’re my soulparents.

i have interest towards sirens and demons, but also strong interest towards Duchess Astaroth, Lady Nyx, Lady Selene, Lady Freyja, Lord Thanatos, Lady Hecate, Lady Eris, The Morrigan and King Asmodeus, so i kind of worship them but i do not work with them right now, but some interactions might happen. I’m actually interested overall in all greek deities and norse deities.

i’m a baby witch and i’m new to paganism and deity work, i started just a few months ago, but i kind of study spells and tarots since 2 years ago (i actually had an “accident” with Lady Aphrodite 2 years ago which i — maybe — will talk about here)

i have a really strong attraction with underworlds and chthonic deities. my interactions might be really unserious sometimes because i really like to joke around with deities :) please do not take it at heart, most of the times i am REALLY serious with them, i do recognize they’re gods and i do pay respect to them.

sometimes i astral project during my sleep and i might will want to share things i see that can be shared sometimes!

i’m not a expert, but if you want tips or have questions i might be open to answer them, but PLEASE take everything with a grain of salt, i’m new too, i’ll just try to help.

dni if you are MDNI, as i’m a minor, and basic dni criteria. zionists do not even TRY to enter this space bc i will make sure to wreck you 💕 thanks.

[braveclementine]

Chapter 15

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own a few OCs like Elizabeth, Katherine, Stacy, and Jessie. I do not condone any copying of this.

"Y/N, please, can we talk?" Wanda asked.

You sighed. It was early in the morning so only you and the guys- minus Tony and Stephen- were wide awake and working around the farm. Even from where you stood feeding the chickens, you could see Steve, Bucky, and Sam with their shirts rolled up, showing off their muscles, and working in their jeans and leather boots with the cows.

"Yeah, Wanda, we can talk." You muttered, dropping more feed around your feet, before checking the water dishes.

"It's just, I know you're mad about us not coming back for Minerva, but Vis and I just couldn't. We had our twins and it was just going to be to much for us to handle by ourselves. And Jessie, Katherine, and Pietro weren't ready. We don't have a big family like you, Y/N, we can only take care of so many kids at once." Wanda said in a desperate voice. She really wanted you to believe her.

"I know, I know." You muttered and then sighed. "I just keep thinking about Minerva and how much. . . I mean she doesn't even know her brother Wanda."

You did feel a little better, seeing how guilty Wanda looked with that statement. You sighed again, "Are you guys taking her when you leave?"

"We all want to, but if she doesn't want to come with us, then we can't really force her." Wanda said, although the last bit was an obvious lie. They could force her to come with them, but they didn't want that kind of resentment from both her and us. It would probably hurt to much. It was unusual for a soulkid to reject their parent or a soulparent to reject their kid, but on the rare occasions that it did happen, it was extremely painful.

"It's almost been five years Wan." You sighed, but you were starting to feel bad now. "But I suppose if it's what she wants, then you. . . than she can go with you guys. I know it's what's best for her anyways."

"But you love her like your own?" Wanda said.

"Yeah. Yeah, I do." You said softly. "And so does Tony, Stephen, and Loki."

"Yeah, I think I could tell." Wanda said with a small smile. "At least if she doesn't want to come back with us she'll have a good home. That gives me some comfort."

I couldn't imagine Minerva rejecting them. They just needed to put in a lot of effort to show that they really wanted her. That was the part that I was wondering if they could pull off.

They would have to reconnect with her. The last time they had seen her, she was around four or six months old. Minerva was going to be in a hard spot for a while.

"Do you want any help?" Wanda asked as you moved to start picking all of the raspberries that were ready on the plants.

"No, I've got this. You can go and see if Fury wants some help with breakfast though. It's his day today and he sometimes has some difficulty with the one eye. Don't tell him I told you that though, he'll never admit it."

"Got it." Wanda said, getting up from where she had been crouching beside you to go back into the farmhouse.

"You okay?" Bucky asked, startling you as you hadn't heard him approach.

"Yeah, I'm fine Buck." You said, plopping the raspberries into the basket. There were actually quite a few bushes and you were going to have to work fast to get them done quickly.

"You want some help?" Bucky asked.

"Thought you were helping out Steve and Sam with the cows?" You questioned, looking up at him.

"They've got it fine without my help." Bucky said with a shrug. "I was actually about to go back in. Where's Clint? I thought he was going to help with the berries today."

"He's milking the goats." You said with a shrug as well. "We're two hands short cause Tony and Stephen are still sleeping in, but that was to be expected."

Tony and Stephen rarely slept, usually staying up through the night. Tony stayed up to tinker in his lab while Stephen would stay up in the library and pour over books about magic. It was always a bit disconcerting when you got up in the middle of the night and they were just wide awake.

You always felt bad about their inability to sleep normal hours like normal people, but this was something they'd dealt with pretty much their entire life and didn't see anything wrong with it.

"If I really cared about having them helping around the farm though instead of sleeping, I would just go to bed with them." You said nonchalantly.

"Fair." Bucky said with a small grin. He sat down next to you and started to pick the berries.

"Bucky I already told Wanda that I don't need any help and if you start helping, she's going to think that I pushed her away because I'm still mad at her."

"Aren't you?"

"No, we sort've figured things out this morning."

"Well, I can be very persuasive." Bucky said, putting a handful of berries into the basket, before leaning over to kiss you passionately. "But you know that."

Giggling, you pushed Bucky away. "Sure thing C-3PO."

"Well that's a new one." Bucky said sardonically, rolling his eyes. "Did Tony come up with that?"

"No. He was going to call you BB-8." You said, lips twitching.

"Why? That thing is so tiny." Bucky grunted.

"Bucky Barnes. BB." You said with a tucked lip smile.

Bucky groaned. "Time to get everyone to start calling me James again."

"Oh? Is that truly what you want, James?" You smirked.

"Oh doll, stop talking. The things you do to me when you say my name like that. Shit and it's not even eight yet." Bucky groaned, fixing the crotch of his jeans, before moving farther down to start picking the blueberries.

You smiled to yourself before you picked up the raspberry basket to bring inside. You put the raspberries in a glass jar, putting it in the refrigerator so that they stayed fresh now that they were off the bush, labelling them with their date so that they were used in time.

Fury and Wanda were cooking in the kitchen together, talking about past missions and things like that.

"Is it weird to be retired?" Wanda was asking.

"A little bit. Especially when you take into account that I'm immortal. But it's not indefinite. We have long lifetimes ahead of us so we may go back to it. We're not going to leave Earth undefended, we've just taken a priority into which missions really need to be done and which ones our agents could handle." Fury said, scrambling up the eggs in one of the large frying pans.

"Yeah, that makes sense." Wanda said softly.

"Is everyone almost done outside?" Fury asked, looking at me.

"Steve and Sam are still taking care of the cows. And I think Clint is still milking the goats, but he ought to be done with that soon. Bucky insisted on gathering the blueberries and blackberries but I think that's it. Well, someone might have to wake Tony and Stephen up-"

"Yeah, I'm not doing that job." Fury said, turning the bacon over.

You laughed. "Yeah no, don't worry. It'll either be F.R.I.D.A.Y. or me. But they don't need to be awake quite yet. They probably had another late night."

You headed back outside to see if Bucky wanted you to help out with the rest of the berries.

Alpine was outside now, rubbing against Bucky's legs and you smiled.

"No." Bucky kept saying to her in sweet voices, lifting the berries up over his head. "you can't have these."

You giggled, coming over and taking the basket from Bucky's raised hands as Alpine climbed all over him.

"Come here Alpine." You said sweetly, scooping her up in your other arm, making sure your fingers brushed over his tented area. Bucky groaned, muttering a curse word under his breath. You headed into the house, meeting halfway with Clint who was carrying the glass jugs full off milk.

"Successful hunt?" He teased, nodding to the berries.

"Extremely successful. Especially for Alpine." You giggled, before lowering the white cat to the floor as you entered the house. She just stared up at you, asking for berries.

"Damn cats gonna get sick one day." Clint sighed. "She watches the bunnies eat the berries and automatically thinks she can too."

"Actually, they can have blueberries, raspberries, and blackberries." You admitted, finally dropping one blackberry for her to eat. "But these are ours."

Clint chuckled. "Can't blame her for wanting them. You grow the sweetest fruits."

You flushed, knowing it was a double innuendo. "Knock it off trouble." You muttered, quickly moving into the main part of the house. Clint laughed behind you.

You quickly filtered the berries into separate jars while Clint took the milk to one of the tanks so that it would churn and purify.

Fury and Wanda were just setting the table and putting out the food. Pietro, Jessie, and Katherine were coming down now.

Some of the kids were awake now, the older ones anyways. Stephen came downstairs, dark circles under his eyes, though he was dressed cleanly. Vera was in his arms and he set her down in her high chair.

"How'd you sleep?" You asked, running your hands up to his shoulders so that you could hug him.

"Hmm? Oh I didn't go to bed last night." Stephen yawned, kissing the top of your head and then moving back so that he could sit down in one of the chairs. "I just got so caught up reading one of the books that I forgot to go to bed."

You tsked. "Stephen. . . "

"I know, I know. I'll get some sleep tonight, I promise." He said, kissing the palms of both your hands and looking up at you with a tired smile.

"It's going to be a slow day today. How about you and Tones take a nap after breakfast." You said, running your fingers through his hair.

"How about you join us if it's so slow?" Stephen teased, pulling you closer to his body.

You giggled, "I would, but then you wouldn't get any sleep now, would you?"

Stephen smirked.

You laughed, kissing the top of his head, before moving away so that you could grab some applesauce for Vera.

"What are we doing today?" Lucy asked as she sat down at the table.

"We're going to show your Aunts, Uncles, and Cousins around the farm, then we're all going to go into town and join the festivities for the Memorial Day festivities. Then we're going to come home and have dinner." T'Challa said.

"Okay!" Lucy said with excitement.

Tony came down the stairs, looking just as tired as Stephen, coming over and sitting next to you and him.

"Did you get any sleep last night?" You asked softly, passing him the bacon platter.

"A couple hours. . . I think." Tony murmured.

Minerva came down the stairs at that moment, making a bee-line for Tony, climbing up into his lap.

"Morning sweetheart." Tony murmured, kissing the top of her head. You gave him a plate so that he could put some food on it for her. Minerva ate in his lap and you could tell that Wanda was looking at the rest of you. It took all of your power not to look over at her. You didn't want her to know that you were aware of her stares.

Although, she might've been able to read your mind.

"Go and take a nap. Both of you." You commanded as breakfast came to a close and the children had scampered outside with their cousins.

Tony and Stephen both shook their heads. "We're fine Y/N. Really."

"It wasn't a suggestions. Now go!" You said, pointing your finger towards the bedrooms.

"Love you gorgeous." Tony said, pecking you on the lips.

"See you in a few hours darling." Stephen said, kissing the top of your head.

They both went upstairs and then you went ahead and finished the rest of the chores that needed to get done.

***

You watched as Vision and Minerva played games together at the booths that had been set up at the carnival. You were chewing on your bottom lip as you watched them. She seemed to enjoy the robots presence. But it made sense that she would get closer to Vis and Pietro first as they were Elizabeth's literal soulmates while Wanda, Jessie, and Katherine were the soulmates of the soulmates.

"Hey!" Steve said, coming up from behind you with Bucky on his heels. Sam wasn't around at the moment.

"Hey." You smiled at them. "What have you been up to?"

"I was remembering the last carnival I was at." Steve said with a small smile.

"Yeah, it was the Stark Expo." Bucky grinned. "Howard Stark showed us one of his flying car inventions. Then Stevie here disappeared to sign up to go into the army. That's the night that changed all of our lives."

"But there were things I didn't get to do that night that I did want to do." Steve said.

"Oh?" You questioned.

"I didn't get to dance." He said. "Dance with me sweetheart?"

"Of course Stevie." You said sweetly. Bucky and Steve took either of your hands, leading you away from the games.

There was indeed a dance area, mostly older couples dancing, although there were a few young pairs, and also a couple of small kids.

Steve pulled you onto the floor, wrapping one arm around your waist, the other clutching your hand. You put your arm around his neck and the two of you danced slowly.

There was some sort of sadness in his eyes as he danced and you were sure that he was thinking about the past.

"Stevie." you said softly. "You don't have to worry about the past anymore. The past is quite literally the past. And we can't do anything to change it."

He was silent for a moment and then said, "You know, I could've. I could've changed so many things, using Starks' time machine."

"But you didn't. Because you know you can't." You said softly. You paused and then asked a question that had weighed on your heart a lot since you'd learned about it. "Do you regret it? Not going back for her?"

Steve's eyes flashed again with that sadness. "You know, Peggy was the only person I ever broke a promise to? I told her I'd dance with her and I never did. But no, Y/N. No. I have you. I have Bucky and Sam. I was stupid for ever even thinking about going back for Peggy. I could never really have what I wanted with her and that was a family. I have you. I have Bucky. I have Sam. I don't regret that I didn't go back. I just wish I could've kept my promise somehow."

You nodded, leaning against his chest. "I'm sorry you didn't get to keep it."

Steve held you a little closer. "I wouldn't say that."

As the dance came to a close, Steve kissed you sweetly, before saying, "You have no idea how much I love you cookie."

"I love you too. . . Captain." You whispered.

His eyes darkened. "Bucky was right. You're being a terrible tease today aren't you?"

You just smiled.

Then Bucky was there, asking if he could cut in for a dance. Steve gave him my hand and Bucky was soon twirling you on the dance floor.

"You alright doll?"

You looked at him. You wanted to talk to him about Peggy and how he had felt about all of that mess. But you had told Steve the past didn't matter. And it didn't. So you didn't ask.

"I'm alright Buck. It was just. . . well it's nothing really." You smiled, leaning into his embrace.

"You can tell me anything doll."

"I know. I just don't think I need to with this." You said with a smile. "I talked to Stevie about something, that's all."

"Well okay." Bucky said, leaning down to kiss you. "By the way, you're a fabulous dancer doll."

You giggled. "Yeah, well, you're leading."

"Don't you think for a second I forgot about this morning." Bucky growled in your ear. "You're gonna spend the night with us tonight."

You giggled. "I look forward to it. . . Sergeant."

You quickly drew from his arms. He made to catch you and you dashed through the carnival. Steve and Bucky were hot on your heels as you giggled and ran.

You saw Tony and Stephen up ahead and they looked over at you when they heard your giggles. Stephen swept you up into his arms, twirling you away as the two super soldiers made another grab for you.

"What are you doing darling?" He asked, turning his back to the super soldiers.

You giggled.

"She's being a bad girl. Come on, give her back." Bucky said, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Are you being a bad girl?" Stephen asked, smirking.

You nodded, giving him an innocent look with round eyes. "Very bad doctor."

"Oh bloody hell." Stephen groaned.

"Told you." Steve smirked.

"Why are you being a bad girl?" Stephen growled lowly in your ear.

"Because I like to tease you." you said cheerfully.

Suddenly you spun out of his grip, taking off running again. You giggled when you looked behind you and saw that all four of them were chasing you.

You giggled when Bucky caught you around the waist, before tossing you over his shoulder.

"Oh sweetheart." Steve said, grinning down at you. He looked over at Tony and Stephen, "I think the three of us are going to head home early."

"I think the two of us are going to join you." Stephen smirked.

Steve looked surprised, but then he said, "Well, well, that does sound like fun. What do you think cookie?"

You gave them a thumbs up.

"Words." Tony and Steve demanded at the same time and you could already feel yourself growing wet with their demands.

"Yes Daddy, yes Captain." You teased again.

"That's it, home now." Steve growled.

Oh boy, were you in for a long night or what?

[khaire-traveler]

Shit ure subtle worshipping thing is gonna work so good. I've got a question. So I've found out my soulparents and guides, can I do things for them without worshipping?

Unfortunately, I don't know much about either of these things. 💀 I don't do anything with guides or soul family. I'm not really sure what you can do for them without worshipping them either, I'm sorry. I hope you're able to figure it out soon.

[erin-c-dose-whatever]

This is absolutely UPG but I feel it's worth stating;

I did 3 types of divination on this question I had, & all came out as generally yes.

So I said I belive in Popculturedeity/egregors

And the older the media, the more power the egregor has

So old fairy tales (like brothers grimm & Hans Christian Anderson) and similar 'vintage' media that has been around for over 100 years & had countless adaptations would have pretty established & powerful egregors, right?

Wouldn't it make sense those old PCD/PCE's could be soulparents to us younger generations????????

[chuova]

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[willofhounds]

Fear snippet

Shouta skid across a rooftop in Eastern Musutafu his right hand slammed onto his chest. Pain like he hadn't felt since he was a teenager rushed through him. The bond between soulmates that hadn't even untethered as it was still existed. He had to clench his jaw to keep from crying out.

This was a soulmate bond breaking. It was far worse than the formed bond he had with his soulparents during his second year at UA. It felt as if his soul was tearing into pieces and then being burned.

How did this happen? Wasn't his soulmate a child? Why was he dying so suddenly?

...

Tsunagu leaned against the wall his right hand gripping his left forearm tightly. He desperately tried to keep his breathing even but it was becoming increasingly difficult. Glazed green eyes watched from the doorway as the doctors did their work. He hadn't been able to call Naomasa before the pain had overtaken him. His phone was laying on the ground with the contact pulled up.

A new iv was hooked into Izuku's arm and a bag was attached. From his position he could see the markings making it glucose. What?

The pain continued and he moved his hand to check the mark. Only for his heart to practically stop in his chest. It was cracking along the green otter and it was beginning to blacken. The bond between soulparent and child that only had begun to form was breaking. If the doctors did not save Izuku he was going to die.

"Best Jeanist?" Questioned a young male voice from behind him.

Tsunagu turned to face a teenager with ash blond hair and blood red eyes. Behind him was one of the orderlies who had not been a part of Izuku's treatment. The orderly looked uncertain between them. It was obvious if he was wondering if he had made a mistake.

[suzukiblu]

For the unpublished fic things, Martha Kent?

"Oh," the old guy Superman-not-Superboy just saved from getting flattened by a really irresponsible Metropolis truck driver says, staring at him in surprise. Superman stares back with absolutely no clue what to say. 

"Jonathan!" the old guy's probably-wife cries, running over to them from the other side of the crosswalk. The old guy doesn't look at her, just keeps staring at Superman. 

"I'm alright, honey," he says. Then he grabs her hand and puts it on Superman's arm, and . . . 

And Superman feels a soulmark trigger in his own hand, tucked into the center of his palm under his glove. 

And perfectly mirrored to the one the old guy triggered in the opposite hand about fifteen seconds ago. 

"Oh," the wife says, and now she's staring at him too. "I–oh." 

She blinks very quickly. So does the old guy. They both look like they're about to cry and Superman feels like he's about to panic and really, really wants to just bolt right now and never see either of them ever again. 

Except they're his soulmates, apparently. 

Except they're his parents. 

Apparently. 

Superman did not expect to have any soulmates. Actually, if he'd ever thought to think about it, he probably would've assumed he didn't even have a soul, much less any soulmates to go along with it. And if he'd been expecting anything, he'd have been expecting a hot chick and a romantic mark, not . . . 

In his defense, he's like two weeks old, and he spent the first week unconscious while being artificially aged and force-fed extremely boring information uploads. There's a lot of stuff he hasn't really had a chance to think about yet. 

"Uh. Hi?" he tries awkwardly, resisting the urge to hide his hands behind his back. Which is dumb, really. They can't even see his marks anyway; he's still wearing his gloves. The old guy and his wife stare at him for another moment. 

Then they both start to cry. 

Oh god, Superman thinks, and panics after all. 

"I'm sorry!" he blurts, and then the old guy and his wife both throw their arms around him. Superman has very literally never been hugged in his life and doesn't know how to handle the experience. Like, at all. Especially not coming from two directions at once. 

"Oh, no, sweetheart, it's not your fault," the wife says, her voice thick. "We're sorry. Just–we just lost your brother. We weren't expecting . . ." 

"It's so damn good to meet you," the old man says roughly, hugging him all the harder. Superman can't even figure out if he wants to hug them back, but has a very hard time keeping his TTK up all the same. "Where'd you come from, son?" 

"Uh," Superman says, and doesn't let himself examine the way that hearing the word "son" like that makes him feel, even knowing it's probably just a reflex, coming from a guy who sounds that Midwestern. "I'm–a clone. Of the first Superman. Project Cadmus made me." 

"A clone?" the wife asks, pulling back just enough to give him a worried look. "That's–not like that poor man Bizarro?" 

"A binary clone," Superman clarifies uncomfortably. "They, uh, stabilized me with human DNA. So I shouldn't, uh . . . degrade. Like that." 

He really hopes that's true, at least. 

"Well, we'll handle it if it happens," the old guy says, pulling back too and squeezing his arm. Superman feels oddly reassured, even though there's absolutely no reason to be. Unless the guy's a geneticist, maybe. 

He wants to ask if he can see their marks, but isn't sure if that'd be . . . weird, or something. Would that be weird? 

Cadmus didn't really tell him much about soulmates, which is another reason he wasn't expecting any. 

Cadmus probably didn't want him to have any, come to think. 

Superman swallows nervously and the wife cups his face in her hands. He feels her soulmark against his skin, whatever it is. 

It feels . . . warm. 

He wonders what it'd feel like against his own mark. 

"It really is so good to meet you, baby," she says, smiling tremulously at him. He can process hearing "baby" even less than he could "son". "I'm Martha Kent. This is my husband Jonathan. You can call us Ma and Pa, once you're comfortable with it." 

"What's your name, son?" the old guy–Jonathan, Superman tries to think, because thinking "Pa" sounds way too intimidating right now–Jonathan asks. Superman knows what he wants to say, but . . . 

But for the first time, saying "Superman" doesn't feel . . . honest. 

"Experiment Thirteen," he admits in a mutter, hiding his hands behind his back after all, and both Jonathan and Martha's faces tighten. 

[stellarcobweb]

in terms of being created nonhuman and how i see my soul being created.

i like thinking of my relationship w my soulparents as being ... "molded by Web, sustained by Dark" if that makes literally any sense at all?

ik some of my earliest feelings were just like. "wow i am not human at all actually. i dont understand literally any of you people. i feel different from Everyone Else" which IS a neurodivergent thing and i do def have adhd but is ALSO more spiritual in nature fr me (and also directly led me to being victimized by the Lonely bc ofc it did)

trying to put the direct feeling into words is like. hm. how does a fictional character view its author? are they parent, god, enemy? do they truly have any free will, knowing they were created by someone who can control their every move? can they even conceive the full extent of their reality? do they wonder why they were created? do they even want to know? will they be able to handle that knowledge? is it even something they will ever be able to fathom and/or understand in the first place?

^ thats how i view my soulparents tm

i think its also just a factor of working with eldritch beings in general. being in a human body with a human brain, i can only process things on a human level. even if i myself dont view myself as human whatsoever. i will Never understand why or how i was created, not fully. i can catch little glimpses sometimes, my intuition can hint me towards certain paths, but thats never going to give me the full story i crave. and im fine with that, honestly. my understanding or lack thereof doesnt matter in the grand scheme of things. i wasnt put here to understand, i was put here to learn and grow. which in and of itself is understanding, but also not. im gonna start talking in circles here if i continue lol

in the grand scheme of things, me knowing my soulparents doesnt Really matter! nor do any of the questions i asked above. my complex theory about fate and free will notwithstanding, none of that has ever really been The Point for me. ive always just craved belonging and family, and - probably as a result of being a former Victim of the Lonely - hold tight to any and all bonds i form with anyone and anything. honestly, i also just pride myself on the traits i've inherited from my soulparents (mainly my Mama). i don't really know how to word the vast majority of how i feel beyond just like ... belonging? I have a purpose, a use, and I'm happy to live up to that. Self-fulfilling prophecies and all that, free will = fate, etc etc. It's comforting, in a way. Deeply reassuring. I mean not thinking for myself is something I've Always found super relaxing and eradicates all anxiety I may or may not be feeling at any given moment.

have i ever mentioned tht whenever i think of the web i just go "thats just my mom?"

(putting a break in here bc after typing everything out, its more of a ramble than i thought it would be)

like. specifically in my own weird as hell way. as well as like *insert my conpantheon and soft polytheism, certain aspects and presentations can be forms that make it easier to talk to and influence humanity*

for whatever reason i look at like. moon/primordial void/mother as being very very VERY Web . using Smirkes detailing of the Fears (which . i think its a lot more nebulous than that but whatever)

also its DEEPLY funny to me that like. my system name for the longest time and even now tbh was Maratus, with collective name Mara for short. Maratus is the peacock spider genus

as well as my Thing abt weaving fate together, getting into tatting lace and crochet, wanting to get even more into like. honest to god spinning and weaving and knot magic and stitch magic in my practice

AND ALSO. final nail in THAT coffin. someone did an energy reading on me once and straight up got fullblown spider demon vibes off of me? w the concept of "you can literally spin ur own web" as something they noticed. which is just. FASCINATING.

+ my energy being called sticky and/or web-like on multiple occasions

like. thinking of terms that i would consider myself w the Fears that ARENT the spiral (bc i am first and foremost an Avatar of the Spiral).

Child of the Web feels a lot better than any of the others? bc im not a Victim, Avatar, or even really necessarily Marked imo. its just like. thats who created me? thats who made me and who built me out of nothing? thats who legit created my soul? if nobody has my back, i know my Mama has my back! its a more personal relationship than anything else honestly. just like. wholeass that is my Mother and i am absolutely my Mother's Child. you *could* consider me marked from birth but idk that doesnt feel OR sound right

(also im a pretty doll :) i mean Doll and dollself are legit. identity at this point. both for coping reasons and xenic reasons. in both marionette AND bjd ways. im not human! and have never ever felt human!)

+ Marked by the Lonely . bc yeah former Victim WOOOOO my childhood was AWFUL!

ik theres an Eye association w me but i have no idea what it is. shrug. research is my hobby and i legit live for doing it. also it def feels nice to chew on info when im researching, very satisfying. no i dont think im an Avatar, and im definitely not a Victim. the Eye just straight up doesnt scare me. tbh i think theres *potential* for Avatarhood fr me at some point but if it happens it happens idrc either way. i just exist!

...honestly Victim of the Corruption would also apply to me but i take a very "if i dont see it it doesnt exist" approach to that and its not anything active in my life . fr the most part. so shrug

YKNOW. the Dark would be called my parent too. i dont think of that part of things as often as i do my Mom but like. Child of the Dark also fits here. i mean . "Born from dark water, daughter of the rain and snow" is something that i take fully as identity. (yes thats a line from Landscape by Florence and the Machine). also it connects to my former beliefs abt Leviathan = soul parent and what is he but associated with the abyss, water, and darkness

ngl its also funny looking at that from the concept of like. my eyes practically cannot handle any direct sunlight. it hurts them so bad ;;v;; like my eyes are ridiculously sensitive to light and i have insanely good night vision somehow. i know literally nobody else like that. also the concept of the Void is deeply comforting actually. vantablack :)

also unrelated slightly but A Fathers Love is my favorite episode out of literally all of the ones ive heard on TMA. like its just the best one ever

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