#spiritual red flats

[creature-wizard]

Hey Friend, hope you're well.

So, you got a better rundown of everything than I do so I wanted to hear your thoughts on the Profundity Yours cult. I found out about it from a Papa Meat short, from what I've seen, it kinda seems very horribly Lighthouse Summit type deal... Gives me the ick.

Thanks in advance,

Bottle

So I've never heard of Profundity Yours before, so I checked out the YouTube channel.

First I checked out their first video, "Candle Work by Linda Good McGillis."

It wasn't long before the video started dropping pseudoscience (the stuff about most of us supposedly not using all of our brains and brain laterality) . Then it went into some some New Age conspiracy theory stuff (talking about "the Matrix" and all that). Then the video basically says that the reason most of us can't meditate for thirty minutes is because we're lazy and undisciplined. And IDK, maybe it's my trauma as a 90's kid with undiagnosed ADHD talking, but when anyone starts talking about discipline like that, it makes my skin crawl.

Next I clicked "Linda Good McGillis 05-11-2021". In this video, she starts talking about what's basically your typical New Age ascension type stuff, including alleged ascension symptoms and a supposed imminent upgrade to a crystalline/silicon body. For anyone who doesn't already know, the whole concept of "ascension symptoms" is pure nonsense. The alleged symptoms range from stuff that's probably caused by stress to stuff you should probably see a doctor about right away. People have been on about ascension symptoms since at least the late 2000s, and not a single person has ever upgraded to a superhuman crystalline body.

She claims that people experiencing these upgrades will soon find that food has no taste, because the light body doesn't require food. This video being filmed in 2021, I think it's more likely that she or her audience were actually experiencing COVID. She makes a bunch of other weird claims, like that bloating is caused by your body holding onto too much light.

Next I clicked "The road to freedom - 05102021", and oh boy was this one full of red flags. It's not worrying just because she started talking about starseeds, Anunnaki, and galactic civilizations, but also because it's obvious that she's responding to criticism against some seriously concerning behaviors. People have apparently been calling her dark, draconian, evil, false light, and she's basically responding by claiming that if you judge someone by their personality and character, you're blinding yourself to seeing their soul, and you aren't ready for a "galactic, angelic civilization." She claims, "this is what has cause hurt in this world, you don't see through your heart, you see through your beliefs." She claims that people who abuse you are "playing a role for you" and are "very benevolent."

So yeah, I watched literally just three videos and all of them are full of New Age woo and red flags.

[rainychaoloveshack]

ﾟ ⋆ ﾟ ☂︎ ⋆ ﾟ 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞-𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐲. 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐠.

you accidentally woke up shadow after some drinking. oops.

⋆°•☁︎ content. shadow x gn!reader, mentions of drinking, slightly tipsy shadow (he’s pretty sweet), kinda ooc, very very fluffy, mentioned engagement

☂︎ wc. 1k ☂︎ a/n. this is kindaaa a spiritual successor to this fic, cause i ended up using the fiance idea again huehehe… (maybe like a sweet moment a few days after?) the stories aren’t directly linked but they can be! its sorta like a series but they work as standalones lol

likes, reblogs, and especially comments are extremely appreciated!!! (i like chatting to you guys!)

“What’s wrong, honey?” Your fiancé's gruff voice breaks you from your thoughts, and you turn your head to meet his crimson gaze, glancing up at you curiously from his laid-out form. You almost didn’t catch the use of your nickname at the end, one he rarely uses unless on a special occasion.

This special occasion happens to be from your late drinking party with him around three hours ago. A mission went well, spectacular even, deserved a celebration, even if it was something small between the two of you. Shadow rarely drinks, but he held his liquor better than you thought he would, downing more drinks than you’ve ever seen him do.

Not well enough that he had to be assisted by you to your bedroom, unfortunately. He was insistent on sleeping beside you tonight.

“Was it a nightmare?” He shifts around on his side, his eyes looking into yours with a half-lidded stare, still clearly drowsy, with the way his voice almost slurred at the end of his words. But you shake your head and try to ease his drunken worries with a smile, reaching over to pet his head.

Shadow accepts your gesture with no protest, not even a frown or a flinch away, and his eyes shut once you make contact, ears tilted down and twitching as you pet the red stripe on his head, whispering sweet nothings to him as you enjoy his favorable reaction.

“[N-Name]...” He purrs, letting a small smile spread across his mouth. “Ah, stop it, stop it…” He grumbles, his words not matching his mannerisms, giving up trying to sound menacing as his ear flickers in your direction. A chuckle gives out from your throat before giving him one last pet with the back of your hand, settling yourself down from waking up so suddenly. Flipping back over and lying on your back, your eyes shut as you try to catch some much-needed shut-eye after tonight's celebration, yet you can feel Shadow’s stirring and shuffling around from the mattress, and your eyes peel back open to see what’s the matter with him.

“You know it’s my day off tomorrow.” Shadow says gently, finding his way over to your side, the soft mattress compressing below you two. “Do you have anything special planned?” His chest fur brushes against your arm, rising and falling with his slow breaths as he awaits your answer in anticipation, tail wagging back and forth slowly under the blanket you two share. It seems he doesn’t care to hide it tonight like he usually does. “You do, huh? Is it a date?”

You respond with a small shake of your head, and a frown spreads onto his muzzle as he tenses up slightly, displeased at your bland answer as his tail stops immediately. You really didn’t have anything planned; a simple day in with Shadow is good enough for you.

But it looks like he doesn’t like the thought of that this time. “I don’t want to just stay in the apartment tomorrow.” He mutters, his ear flicking once you poke and fidget with the tip of it as he speaks.  “I want to go out. I want to spend time with you outside…” 

The fact that Shadow’s so blunt tonight catches you off guard, forcing a small twitch through your arm as your brain processes it and forces a double take.

“What?” Shadow registers the shocked expression on you, and tries to get out a menacing growl, but it falls flat. “What’s with that face?”

You shake your head, shrugging your shoulders as your fingers find their way to his quills, trying to distract him from your reaction to his forwardness. It seems to work well as he nudges his head up into your hand, before shuffling around to straddle himself above you, easing himself down onto your body as he leans forward, almost pinning you down against the bed, but then he drags a lone finger down your arm gently.

“Let’s go walk around Station Square.” Shadow murmurs, leaning down and tracing imaginary circles on your chest. “I want to go out with you; I want to…” His voice trails off, a blush spreading across his muzzle, along with a small frown; clearly aggravated by something. Perhaps it's about the fat, amused grin on your face? 

“You’re making fun of me in your head.” Maybe a little. Yet you lie to him by shaking your head no, but he already knows the truth.

He clicks his tongue, shuffling off and sitting back on the bed as another growl grows in his throat. “It’s not funny.” You sit up onto your elbows to meet his gaze, cocking your head to the side giving him an amused yet happy smile.

Your future husband is so cute, tipsy or not.

His brows furrow, yet he leans down and cups your cheek with a hand, pressing a small kiss on the other, then tilting your face up to give you a quick kiss on the lips, smiling during it as you lean into him. He scoots back to you, and rests his body down next to yours, snuggling his head against your chest as he hugs your torso.

It’s always been hard for Shadow to express his feelings directly, whether it be ones of love or sorrow. Maybe he won’t feel so embarrassed about it when the sun rises; perhaps he will. Who knows? While the embarrassment may be present, he means every word he says out of his mouth. Of course, he does. And you never doubt it for a second.

“I love you, [Name]. Goodnight.”

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“Rouge, I was acting like a pure idiot that night. I woke up feeling like some imbecile. I couldn’t even look them in the eye. It’s not something that I can just-”

“Now why would they care about something like that, Shadow? You know they love you.”

“Yes, yes, of course, I know that, but-”

“Honestly, you worry too much about how you act around them. You’re both engaged for crying out loud! Some honesty with your emotions would do both of you some good. You’re lucky they’re such a patient lover.”

“Hmm.”

“So… How was your date with them? Was it fun? I haven’t had time to talk to them about it in detail, but they seemed happy about it when I brought it up in passing. Mentioned some real nice things about you. And about what happened that night…”

“Really? What did they say?”

“That’s between me and [Name].”

“Damn it, Rouge-”

“Yeah, whatever lover boy. I gotta go; shopping with the girls and all. See ya!”

"Rouge-"

"Ah..."

“Useless bat.” 

[cheynovak]

Divine 

Michael/Dean Winchester x F/Reader Y/N   

Warnings:mentioning of emotional damage, slight sexual tension, ...  

Side note: English isn’t my first language.  

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*Does not follow The SPN storyline * 

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Dean made the mistake of letting Michael take over his body. While Michael made plans on destroying the humanity he met up with different monster leaders, a few of whom he meets up in a jazz bar he started to appreciate or was it the waitress, Y/N.  

A spark of curiosity hit him when he the young spiritual woman crossed his path. Realising he might have more in common with humans than he wants.  

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Michael set foot in the dark lit bar downtown, marching to the same spot he had been claiming almost every day this week. He didn’t need to scan the area to know she was here. The soft smell of her parfum lingered in the air, mixed with the smell of alcohol.  

Michael noticed how a lot of women in this era smelled fruity and flowery, to him it smells cheap, but not her, no she had a scent that smelled like old money, deep and warm, almost...divine. 

He folded his coat neatly over the back of the chair next to him, the flat cap on top of his coat. Before he could turn around a glass of scotch appeared on the table in front of him. He saw how her nails were perfect as usual, slightly longer and a deep red colour, elegant.  

“The usual I presumed?” She said with a steady and sweet voice.  

His lips twitched almost into a smile. Slowly Michael looked up to the young woman next to him. Her lips were coated in the red lipstick that matched her nails. He noticed she wore that lipstick almost every night.  

Michael’s brow lifted while he looked at her.  

He saw how her lips turned into a soft smile. “I noticed you’re becoming a regular on my shift. If this is not what you wanted tonight, please let me know, sir.” Oh, he liked the respect she gave him. “This will be fine.” she nodded before turning on her heels.  

While his fingers moved the glass to his mouth, taking a slow sip, he couldn’t keep himself from glancing over to her. Seeing how she walked around with a flair, he could almost compliment his father on his creation. 

Almost a shame she too would soon be gone.  

After a few hours Y/N noticed him still sitting alone, the bar ran empty as she walked over to him.  

”Can I get you anything else, Sir?” She saw the look on his face, how it shifted from irritated to calm and well put together. “No, I think I might leave.”  

“They didn’t show up, did they?” She didn’t want to cross the boundaries, but she was too curious not to ask. Wanting to know a bit more about the handsome stranger walking into her bar every day for the last week.  

His eyes frowned, “The business partners, you meet here every day.” she added. Micheal realised she had been keeping an eye on him just like he had on her. “No...” he started “But why don’t you join me?”  

Y/N’s eyes widen, she looked around the bar, the place was empty, except from one customer at the bar who was talking to the bartender. She glided elegant on to the chair in front of Michael, “why not...” she lingered a little on the last word, wondering what his name was.  

And almost like he could read her mind he said “Michael.” she nodded slow, looking into his eyes. “Y/N” His eyes broke the connection and glided down over her. Stopping at her necklace. “You’re religious?”  

Her fingers instinctively reached for the small golden cross on her neck. “Well, I guess I am.” Michael’s eyes lock on hers again. “I hear doubt.” She smiled nervous “I believe... in god and... heaven and hell.” she thought for a second.  

“But?” he pushed. “I don’t believe in blindly following what people think is gods will.” Her breath hitched when Michael’s brow lifted again, his beautiful eyes scanning her body again. The weight of his eyes makes her feeling warm and blush.   

“How about Angels?” he asked casual. She smiled, “please don’t tell a cheesy pick-up line going to follow.”  

“Don’t worry, I know you are no angel.”  

Even though she hated the “Did it hurt when you fell from heaven, or heaven is missing an angel” lines. But his brutal answer did sting. “Jesus, thanks.” she sighs soft. Just as she wanted to lift her off her seat he continued.  

“But there is something... graceful about you.”  

A short silence fell upon them before she broke it. “How about you Michael, do you have fate?” This was the first time she noticed him smiling. He looked away when he answered. “My father made it impossible not to.”  

“I get it.” - “I doubt that” he answered sharp.  

 

“My father was a preacher.” She said, “A self-proclaimed man of God’s word. As a kid I called him a storyteller.” Michael’s lips curled into another soft smile. Fuck she burned up when he did that. “I guess our father are more alike than I thought.” 

“Anyway, I should leave you to it.” She said after a short silence between them. Just as she lifted herself of her chair Michael did the same. His hand wrapped around her arm. Even though it was a normal gesture she could feel the strength in his muscles.  

“Have you ever visited the old church on the edge of the city?“ he asked.  

Her eyes met his, only now realising how tall he is. “No, I haven’t it is supposed to be sold to an old art collector, many years ago. It’s private property now. Or that was what my dad said.” Michael nodded, “ I know the man who bought it.”  

“Let me take you.” he said stretching his arm out to guide her to the door. He saw how Y/N doubted. “I promise it is worth your time.” While she looked at the door her thoughts slipped past her mouth. “You know that’s what serial killers say.”  

There it was again, the grin on his perfect face. “I’m not planning on killing anyone tonight. “she could feel his eyes lingering on her. “Specially not you.”  

Once outside he put his hat back on, looking how she raised her hand.  

Y/N called for a taxi, which quickly stopped. Michael opened the door for her. “What a gentleman” she winked. The ride there was silent, filled with nerves and maybe even a little fear.  

The taxi dropped them off at the gate near the old church, the premisses seemed abandon but there was a soft light coming through the glass stained windows.  

Michael opened the large doors like he owned the place. “Who is there? Show yourself!” An old man yelled holding a riffle in his hand. “Joseph, it’s me old friend.” Y/N could see how the old man who seemed nearly blind was trying to figure who he was talking to.  

And then it hit him.  

“M-Michael?” he whispered “Oh good lord... You came back!” The man rushed towards the entrance. “I kept everything like you wanted sir! No one came in, everything is still in place! I told you it would be a good idea to keep me! I-I listened to every word you said, sir.”  

Y/N didn’t pay much attention to what the old man was saying.  

Her eyes roamed the inside, eyes trailing the paintings on the walls and ceilings, the stories that were told on the windows, the marble statues that were displayed. “Amazing.” she said while breathing out softly.  

“Leave us be Joseph.” Michael ordered the old man when he saw Y/N walking up to a painting hidden behind a curtain. Her perfect manicured hand pulled the fabric aside. Revealing a painting of Michael as an angel.  

Y/N felt the warmth of Michael’s body behind her. “Michael” she started mesmerised by the beauty of the painting. “What is this place.” her head turned to him, but her eyes lingered a second longer on the art before looking at him.  

“Call it a private collection.” He noticed how she really took in his features before looking back at the painting and again back at him. To distract her he decided to test her on her knowledge. “What do you know about archangels?”  

She answered on autopilot, she blurred out everything she had been told on Sunday school. 

Michael noticed the warm feeling he got when she started to talk, even though all she said was what humans learned in church.  

Michael could feel the warmth radiate from her skin, he wondered how soft her flesh would feel under his strong hands. “I often wondered...” she walked closer to his painting, breaking his thoughts. “Why god made humans while he already made angels.”  

“I mean...” she turned back to Michael. “When I got older, I noticed the similarity in angels and humans. Did that disappoint me, he just made more useless angels in human forms.” - “Explain yourself” Michael’s voice echoed in the empty church.  

“Well, take my family for example. I’m the oldest of 4 daughters. My dad used to be in church everyday, leaving me to take care of my little sisters. And whenever they did something they shouldn't it was my mistake.”  

“In a way I presume that god and his angels are just another fucked up family. I feel for Michael, the way he carried the weight of the family on his shoulders, while every last one of them took all he did for granted.”  

“You’re the oldest?” he asked taking a step closer.” hm-hm.”  

“No mother? Just a father?” she nodded in response to his question.  

 

“Let me guess, you did anything to please him, your father? But when the youngest fell out of line you were to one to blame, he needed you to get them back and punish them or their behaviour.” His voice sounded very close.  

Y/N looked beside her, seeing how Michael bended a little forward so his lips where near her ear.  

“Y-yes, how did you know...” the words came trembling out of her mouth, goose bumps covered her spine. Y/N turned fully around to look at Michael. He didn’t take a step back, their faces almost touched.  

Michael’s eyes looked back and forward between her glistering eyes and her soft red lips. Starting to understand why many of their angels where seduced to having intercourse with a human.  

Y/N’s eyes wander back into the old church, not idea of the thoughts roaming his mind “Joseph doesn’t own this place, does he?”  

 

“No.” Michael’s voice was stern, trying to get a grip. “How long have you known him? “ She added, trying to break the electric feeling rushing through her veins.  

“Few years.” He saw how the wheels in her head were spinning.  

“You know, Michael this place was sold over ten decades ago... So, when you said you know the owner you were referring to...” Her eyes locked back on to his perfect green pearls. “Me.” Her eyebrow flicked up before she started to laugh.  

“Nice try, but serious.” her smile faded.  

Just when she thought he couldn’t get any closer to her, he did. Her head tilted back. “You know... you and I are much alike.” the back of his hand caressed her cheek. “You really get me, Y/N. I never thought a human being would see through the stories that have been told since the beginning.” 

“Human being, beginning, what?” she repeated. He didn’t answer her. “I never thought I would be so invested in a human’s life. But you... you trigger something in me.”  

Y/N tried to take a step back, every warning sign inside her went off. Nerves where jumping, she wanted to get as far away from him as she could. But when she planned on taking the step she felt his free hand on the back of her neck.  

“It’s such a shame there is no inch of grace floating inside your veins.” Y/N’s breath hitched. “M-Michael, you’re scaring... what do you mean, who are you?”  

 

“I am, Michael.”  

Y/N’s brows frowned and then she followed his glance over to the painting behind her. “Wha... No.” she turned back and all she could see was the beautiful white blueish glow coming from his eyes.  

And although she knew it was best to run for her life, the revelation in front of her nailed her to the ground. As Michael took a step back the walls behind him covered with a black shadow portraying wings.  

Y/N breathed heavy, unable to tear her gaze of him while he walked slowly back to her. His hand took its place back on her cheek while his eyes looked at her slightly parted lips. Her hand hold onto his side. 

Trying to understand all that happened, she felt scared yet excited, a rush she couldn't quiet explain. When Michael bowed closer to her, she didn’t move.  

And right before he closed the gap between them, placing his angelic lips on hers, he whispered:

“Oh help me father, for I am about to sin.”  

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[daisys-reality]

𝙿𝙰𝙲.𝟶𝟷𝟾 : 𝙱𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚊 '𝙳𝚁 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏' 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎! - 𝙵𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚆𝚎𝚋𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚅𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 (𝙿𝚃. 𝟷)

Hello my fellow shifters 🌱 This pac reading is just for entertainment purposes and for everyone who plans on shifting to a DR that is fantasy/royal/webtoon/isekai-like + for those who want to get some inspiration on how their DR self should look like. Almost all of my DR selfs look different and I thought this would be a fun idea to get some inspo for future DR plans hehe. If you like to read more pac readings from me, feel free to check out my  masterlist as well! Also, I don't own any of these beautiful pics, they're all from pinterest.

🛑 This reading works a little different, so after choosing a main picture/pile, you'll have to choose some more numbers and they will be different for each pile. Please choose a number for each category and go to your pile:

EYE COLOR: 1️⃣ 2️⃣

HAIR COLOR: 1️⃣ 2️⃣

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𝙿𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙴

Eye color: 1️⃣ strong pink / purple 2️⃣ yellow/orange (tiger eye)

Hair color: 1️⃣ dark blue / purple  2️⃣ dark blonde

Overall vibe: Skin complexion on the paler side (regardless of skin color), creamy skin, round face, strong jawline, round/soft body type with good amount of muscles, short to medium height, darker hair (so here: dark blonde or dark purple/blue hair), emotional/moody, dreamy, affectionate, passionate, dramatic, attractive, psychic, serious, melancholic, burdened/exhausted by life in general or by responsibilities and contracts?, dark colored and black clothes, long dresses, pearl jewelry, big jewels, piercing eyes, strong intuition, powerful presence, being restricted by something or holding yourself back, composed anger, embodiment of karma, fearless gaze, sensual, devoted and eager for power.  

Eye/hair color combinations: 1️⃣1️⃣, 1️⃣2️⃣, 2️⃣1️⃣, 2️⃣2️⃣

𝙿𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝚃𝚆𝙾

Eye color: 1️⃣ light green  2️⃣  black

Hair color: 1️⃣ light pink 2️⃣ icy blue

Overall vibe: Graceful, tall and slender, long legs, medium skin complexion (regardless of skin color), light colored hair, can’t stand still, arrogant/conceited, condescending, flat chested, cold, emotionless, hidden control freak, easily misunderstood, wise, tragedy as blessing in disguise, intriguing, willing to do the dirty work, you're someone who stands up for themselves, your words might sting, lowkey intimidating/scary to men, doll-like beauty, ribbons and frills, light-colored clothes, poisonous beauty, you’re like the poison that is being used as remedy to another poison, you bring balance and transformation into that world even if people can’t see it.

Eye/hair color combinations: 1️⃣1️⃣, 1️⃣2️⃣, 2️⃣1️⃣, 2️⃣2️⃣

𝙿𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙴𝙴

Eye color: 1️⃣ red 2️⃣  orange/hazel

Hair color: 1️⃣ blonde 2️⃣ brown

Overall vibe: Warm colored hair, dark colored eyes, tending more to be muscular built, good posture, strong/heavy jaw, positive and warm energy, Lion-like, majestic, medium height, strong body and mind, spiritual, cultivated, mesmerizing, capable, responsible, peace-maker & peace upholder, humble, nourishing, caretaker, hardworking, abundant, generous and supportive, at times resentful or feeling trapped, you're someone who works a lot behind the scenes and who likes managing, someone with a helper syndrome but at the same time suspicious of others, resistant to change, keen-eyed, all-seeing, full and healthy hair, wearing clothes that enhance your body shape and curves.

Eye/hair color combinations: 1️⃣1️⃣, 1️⃣2️⃣, 2️⃣1️⃣, 2️⃣2️⃣

𝙿𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝙵𝙾𝚄𝚁

Eye color: 1️⃣ light pink 2️⃣  light purple/blue

Hair color: 1️⃣ red 2️⃣ white

Overall vibe: Curvy body shape but overall more lean, pretty waist-hip ratio, cute cheeks, a teasing beauty, perhaps a little fidgety or just nervous energy (?), a hard working person, robust or rough but more so in personality than in appearance, foreign or exotic looking, well traveled, a bit tired looking - perhaps your gaze/eyes but you have a youthful glow, you look like you went through a lot, perhaps that's also why you sometimes give off this ‘rough around the edges’ vibe, detail oriented, a little nit-picky, tendency to be a bit extreme sometimes, fearful vision of life, controlling, looking like someone who needs some time off because you're always overdoing it, organized and resourceful, very busy, someone who carries higher wisdom, perhaps religious or someone who deals with divine energy, someone who people wonder about who they really are or what they have in mind, you are someone who questions things a lot and you don't trust (opinions, informations) easily, there is also something innocent or pure about you, innocent arousal and naive sensuality, compelling and almost addictive to men and with other women there is always this unresolved tension, I see you long dresses with pretty low cut cleavage or turtle neck dresses with see through parts, very teasing dressing style, you might play around with different or even exotic styles, dresses with a tight waist cut or wearing corsets, and also something about cords, fans and scarfs (worn like a vest).

Eye/hair color combinations: 1️⃣1️⃣, 1️⃣2️⃣, 2️⃣1️⃣, 2️⃣2️⃣

𝙿𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝙵𝙸𝚅𝙴

Eye color: 1️⃣ grey 2️⃣ dark grape purple almost black

Hair color: 1️⃣ dark brown 2️⃣ blue

Overall vibe: Piercing eyes, petite and dainty looking, short, baby face, innocent look, very feminine, childlike-charm, adorable, dreamy looking or the vibe of a daydreamer, naive, hidden depth, light hearted, soft beauty, does not fear darkness, patient, prudent, seeking growth, visionary, beaming smile, mystical, easy-going, clever, soft and frilly clothes, light or pastel colored clothes, many layers on the dress (=volumios dresses), hard to grasp, very perceptive, clothes and accessories with ribbons, dots, frills and lace, cute hair accessory, perhaps flower themed dresses, delicate jewelry, adventurous spirit, intriguing, someone who is able to deal with tragedies in a light hearted way, clean beauty, someone very tidy, fresh and eager energy, perhaps sometimes lacking a sense of self, very moldable identity, loves learning and very open-minded persona.

Eye/hair color combinations: 1️⃣1️⃣, 1️⃣2️⃣, 2️⃣1️⃣, 2️⃣2️⃣

𝙿𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝚂𝙸𝚇

Eye color: 1️⃣ red 2️⃣ (apple) green

Hair color: 1️⃣ white 2️⃣ purple

Overall vibe: Round/soft body type, bold appearance, voluminous hair, intense eyes, attractive/alluring eyes, perhaps freckles, optimistic but also kinda nonchalant attitude, inspiring, shining beauty, tall, slightly arrogant looking, emotionless face/poker face, very good-looking, lush hair, no problem standing up for themselves, often clashing with other women and appearing bitchy to them, other women are often competitive around you, one of a kind type of beauty, dangerous like a panther, exotic jewelry, feathers, gold jewelry, there's something dark about you, some people could claim you’re secretly a witch, you seem powerful to others, a little rebellious as well, someone who causes chaos wherever they go, very brave, regal energy, god/goddess like or god-complex? lol, hard to get, naturally seductive, wide flowy clothes, showing skin, very luxurious clothing, intimidating, keen eye, a bit stealthy, someone who hates wasting time and energy (on useless stuff/people), easily bored, expansive presence, and wild passionate person, your the center of your own world, dangerous like still deep waters - which you shouldn’t underestimate...

Eye/hair color combinations: 1️⃣1️⃣, 1️⃣2️⃣, 2️⃣1️⃣, 2️⃣2️⃣

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Notes: Elements of Art

The elements of art are components or parts of a work of art that can be isolated and defined. They are the building blocks used to create a work of art.

LINE A mark with greater length than width. Lines can be horizontal, vertical, or diagonal; straight or curved; thick or thin.

Horizontal lines suggest a feeling of rest or repose because objects parallel to the earth are at rest. In landscape paintings, horizontal lines help give a sense of space. The lines delineate sections of the landscape, which recede into space. They also imply continuation of the landscape beyond the picture plane to the left and right.

Vertical lines often communicate a sense of height because they are perpendicular to the earth, extending upwards toward the sky. In a church interior painting, vertical lines may suggest spirituality, rising beyond human reach toward the heavens.

Horizontal and vertical lines used in combination communicate stability and solidity. Rectilinear forms with 90-degree angles are structurally stable. This stability suggests permanence and reliability.

Diagonal lines convey a feeling of movement. Objects in a diagonal position are unstable. Because they are neither vertical nor horizontal, they are either about to fall or are already in motion. The angles of a ship and rocks on the shore convey a feeling of movement or speed in a stormy harbor scene.

The curve of a line can convey energy. Soft, shallow curves recall the curves of the human body and often have a pleasing, sensual quality and a softening effect on the composition. The edge of a pool in a photograph may gently lead the eye to the sculptures on the horizon.

SHAPE A closed line. Shapes can be geometric, like squares and circles; or organic, like free-form or natural shapes. Shapes are flat and can express length and width.

FORM A three-dimensional shape expressing length, width, and depth. It is the basis of sculpture, furniture, and decorative arts. Balls, cylinders, boxes, and pyramids are forms. They can be seen from more than one side.

Geometric shapes and forms include mathematical, named shapes such as squares, rectangles, circles, cubes, spheres, and cones. Geometric shapes and forms are often man-made. However, many natural forms also have geometric shapes. Example, a cabinet decorated with designs of geometric shapes.

Organic shapes and forms are typically irregular or asymmetrical. Organic shapes are often found in nature, but man-made shapes can also imitate organic forms. Example, a wreath uses organic forms to simulate leaves and berries.

SPACE The area between and around objects. The space around objects is often called negative space; negative space has shape. Space can also refer to the feeling of depth.

Real space is three-dimensional; in visual art, when we create the feeling or illusion of depth, we call it space.

COLOR Light reflected off of objects. Color has 3 main characteristics:

Hue - the name of the color, such as red, green, blue, etc.

Value - how light or dark it is.

Intensity - how bright or dull it is.

White is pure light; black is the absence of light.

Primary colors are the only true colors (red, blue, and yellow). All other colors are mixes of primary colors.

Secondary colors are two primary colors mixed together (green, orange, violet).

Intermediate colors, sometimes called tertiary colors, are made by mixing a primary and secondary color together. Some examples of intermediate colors are yellow green, blue green, and blue violet.

Complementary colors are located directly across from each other on the color wheel (an arrangement of colors along a circular diagram to show how they are related to one another).

Complementary pairs contrast because they share no common colors. For example, red and green are complements, because green is made of blue and yellow.

When complementary colors are mixed together, they neutralize each other to make brown.

TEXTURE The surface quality that can be seen and felt. Textures can be rough or smooth, soft or hard. Textures do not always feel the way they look; for example, a drawing of a porcupine may look prickly, but if you touch the drawing, the paper is still smooth.

Texture depicted in two-dimensions. Artists use color, line, and shading to imply textures. In a painting, a man's robe may be painted to simulate silk. The ability to convincingly portray fabric of different types was one of the marks of a great painter during the 17th century.

Surface texture. The surface of a writing desk is metallic and hard. The hard surface is functional for an object that would have been used for writing. The smooth surface of a writing desk reflects light, adding sparkle to the piece of furniture.

Principles of Design ⚜ Writing Notes & References

[moonlitrogue]

.𖥔 ݁ 🪐Cosmic Slow-burn~

࣪𖤐.ᐟ read for your sun + rising sign and move one back for post-january.

𖤐.ᐟ please only take what resonates as this is an intuitive reading meant for the collective

𖤐.ᐟ all music related puns are accidental or coincidental*

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⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ a little perspective to navigate Mars Retrograde in Leo-Cancer (Dec 06, 2024 - Feb 23, 2025) ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

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✦ General Themes ✦ ego-death, family triggers, reassessing friendships, associations and attitudes towards creativity + drawing boundaries

✮⋆˙🪐 Leo - *lights out*

okay i have a lot of metaphors for this section. you had a wild night out, you come back home and you look into the mirror. WHO THE HELL IS THAT?! imagine a power cut during a live gig. *bites lips like michael scott from the office.* here’s another one, you play the same song every night and the very next gig you can’t recall the lyrics. all the notes fall flat. this crack in your superstar aura is just… a call to redefine your vibe. NO IMPULSIVE MAKEOVERS. just, redefine. your. vibe. you may have forgotten your authenticity in the rut, forgetting what you’re projecting, pushing through the room forcefully. so, here you are right now. questioning every “cool” move you’ve ever made, your every choice and the charisma you thought you had, basically your confidence is slowly waning. you now have the oppurtunity to rebuild it on your terms. more real, more genuine and more YOU.

✮⋆˙🪐 Virgo - *subconscious soundscapes*

this is the closing track - the deep introspective ballad, the fading chord as you battle your inner demons under the midnight sky. shadow work beckons you to the shadows. nightmares about past regrets may hit you. you’re being asked to revisit any past healing practices and modalities which may have helped you. it’s time to release old wounds and let in spiritual renewal. don’t mistake your loneliness to mean abandonment. you’re only becoming aware of the stale energy and narratives which are holding you up, in a private space. let them go. something lighter, clearer and more connected will settle into their place. this isn’t the final track after all, it’s the interlude to your freedom anthem.

✮⋆˙🪐 Libra - *feedback and static*

you’re in a crowded room and no one's listening, you try to sing with them, but your voice is being drowned out. the vibes are not vibing. you’re facing a noticeable shift in the groups you’re part of, your communities and goals. this slow-down offers you the space to re-evaluate your forward momentum. however, this is not the time to form new alliances. you may reconnect with old acquaintances, or causes that reignite the spark in you. and there’s always the old karaoke room for one. jam out and be in the moment.

✮⋆˙🪐 Scorpio - *headliner on hold*

the spotlight moved away just before you hit the stage. your ambition may have gotten tangled in some red tape. your promotion may be delayed. and you’re asking yourself, am I really the headliner I was promised I'd be? the opening act may not always be the main act, keep in mind that these delays are a vital pause for you. tweak your strategy, sharpen your skills. your authenticity is your spotlight, reconnect with people who have always believed in your potential. this is not the time to retreat. you're in the middle of filming your behind-the-scenes documentary on your rise. buckle down, rockstar.

✮⋆˙🪐Sagittarius - *dreams and detours*

your adventure has been delayed. but the real odyssey is figuring out what you’re running from - or toward. there’s magic in the detour. your inner landscape calls for a deep exploration. an old mentor may return with fresh insight. if you’re drained from academic pursuits, see where the connect is missing between your experience and your evolving truth. this isn’t about abandoning your pursuit (atleast, to some of you), it’s about deepening the bond and reason for your vision.

✮⋆˙🪐 Capricorn - *secrets and smokescreens*

you tried to hide some stuff in the b-sides didn’t you? well they’re going on the comeback tour i’m afraid. it’s not easy being vulnerable and confronting your fears. whatever your secret is, embrace it with honesty. this cosmic audit also shines a spot light on your shared resources. feel for the spaces in between the pain, fear or lack of trust. this isn’t destruction, dear one. it’s just the false falling apart. you will emerge wiser and more authentic.

✮⋆˙🪐 Aquarius - *duets and discord*

relationships may have hit a minor key. if you’re in a relationship, your partner may want some space. there may be some tension that forces you to renegotiate the terms of your partnership. if you’re single, some old emotional chapters may have reopened. you get a chance to work through your love related wounds and let it not feed any bad behaviors. i have no puns for this section. it’s serious folks.

✮⋆♪🪐 Pisces - *work, sweat and setlists*

what’s that smoke? oh right. you’re burning the midnight oil. but you know what happens when you inhale too much of the smoke, right? if your grind has gone glitchy, please consider slowing down. the spotlight and the applause will be waiting for you. just like it is important to tune your guitar before the next gig - figure out a sustainable routine, balance rest with work and tune your self.

✮⋆˙🪐Aries - *lovers and late-night lyrics*

creativity? has gone for a smoke break. this is the time you can revisit and refine creative projects, rewrite the script, dive back into your previous drafts instead of forcing an encore. your love life? may feel like a song stuck on the same heart-breaking line. old flames may reappear but don’t get fooled, nostalgia is a tricky muse. maybe you’ll find a new ending to that draft after all.

✮⋆˙🪐 Taurus - *the greatest hits*

not the enjoyable one, but the one of your family arguments at the dinner table. umm. this could be an emotionally volatile period for you. it’s not easy facing family related wounds and trauma. and you don’t have to! look for your safety first. take back your emotional space, be open and assertive with the things you can control. don’t be confrontative nor pay attention to triggering encounters. if it’s a safer space then express your emotions that honors both your needs and dynamics of your home life. renovate your living space, and that’s the most external action that’s required of you during this transit, indulge yourself really! if you’re taking up therapy or guidance then this is a good time to release old trauma patterns and identities that you’ve had to take up. if you feel like you’re losing connection with yourself due to family or home related priorities, look into that. create boundaries and conserve your energy on the family front.

✮⋆˙🪐 Gemini - *lost in translation*

it’s definitely not your delivery. it’s the timing. i get it, it’s frustrating as heck. you’re constantly misinterpreted. your witty remarks and comebacks miss the beat. and what’s more, any short trips or daily commute may feel bumpy. a usually smooth ride has ended up in you taking frustrating detours. add to that, some old dispute between a neighbor or your sibling flares up. this isn’t an easy time for you, dear one. remember you can always inject back clarity into these frustrating developments. since it’s not wise to resist this slow pace of things, make good use of all that time to be intentional in your communication, and be gentle with anything else that may push you towards the edge. things will fall back into place in time. this is your invitation to be more refined and go analog.

✮⋆˙🪐 Cancer - *your greens don't go with the blues*

that limited edition record you just bought, was it worth it? im not guilting you about buying things or chasing fleeting highs. we all deserve some treats to get through this life. but maybe it’s time to invest in something that pays you back. this energy refocuses your attention on your internal pursuits. how does money affect your self-worth and security? things that are valuable may not always be of value. it’s time to revisit your financial habits. and also that art/skill/relationship which had long-term emotional value and nurtured you in return. and do hold onto that vinyl. it was expensive as *heck*.

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[thedemonknownasbilly]

Someone to Me

Based on this idea

Hurt/Comfort

Ineffable Husbands x GN!Reader

Takes place during and after Failed Armageddon.

“You can do whatever you like to me, I’m no one, don’t you dare hurt them!” You had yelled to Satan, standing firm even though you were terrified, your angel and demon behind you holding onto Adam. You needed to stall, needed to give your demon time to pause time, to talk to Adam. Not many humans would notice the shift, but having been around your demon for long enough, you knew. He had done it. Time was paused and now it is unpaused.

You stepped back into Crowley’s arm, holding Aziraphale’s free hand as Adam stepped forward to confront his spiritual, biological father.

“What was that you had said,” Crowley asked hours later, the three of you home in his Mayfair flat. “When confronting and stalling Satan-”

“Which was incredibly dangerous!” Aziraphale cut the demon off for a chance to scold you.

“Yes, yes, incredibly dangerous, but you had said something rather peculiar.” Crowley continued, watching you closely.

“I’m afraid I’ve forgotten already,” you tried to brush it off, tried to avoid the lecture that was sure to come.

“Don’t lie, that’s Aziraphale’s job.” Crowley murmured, walking over to you like a predator to his prey. “You called yourself something, something I’m not particularly fond of, and neither is our angel.”

“I simply said the truth,” you whispered, breaking your gaze from his piercing yellow eyes. “I am just a human, therefore, no one.”

“No, you are not,” Crowley said firmly, his slender fingers gripping your chin to make you look into his eyes, and a gasp escaping you as you saw tears in his own. “Do you have any idea how painful it is to hear that, Pet? How much it kills me inside?”

“And me,” Aziraphale stepped behind you, strong arms wrapping around your waist, “darling, you are absolutely someone to us, don’t think for a moment that you aren’t.”

“I’m just human, I’ll only cause you pain.”

“Stop it,” Crowley demanded, “stop trying to predict us, stop trying to belittle yourself, you’re ours. No matter what you are, you’re ours and we love you.”

“More than anything, more than my bookshop.”

“More than Bentley.”

“So when we say you’re someone to us, it’s the truth, you are ours, and we will do everything we can to keep you.”

“We’ll tell you everyday, make sure you never see yourself so meagerly again.” Crowley whispered, leaning down so his forehead pressed to yours, and you couldn’t help yourself as you reached up to his cheeks and wiped away his tears. He surged forward to kiss you, his hand holding Aziraphale’s. You turned yourself around to give your angel the same treatment, heart aching as you saw red ichor instead of watery tears flowing down his cheeks, you’d really upset him for that to occur.

“I’m sorry my angel,” you whispered as you did your best to clean the red from his cheeks and kissed him.

“It’s okay, darling, as long as you know that you’re always someone to us.” He tried to reassure you.

“My angel and my star maker.” You mused, pulling them to sit on the chaise couch with you.

“And our dearest heart.” They said in unison, smiling as Crowley pressed his head to your neck, and Aziraphale laid his on your lap.

[hislittlestar]

The Form of my Soul

Had a lovely meditation with Lord Lucifer last night. I told him how I want to see what my soul looks like. In my mind’s eye, he led me to stand in front of a tall floor mirror to look at myself. I saw black curly horns on my head, almost like the horns of a ram, pointy ears, a slight glow from my hazel eyes, sharp fangs protruding from my mouth, a gold collar around my neck, purple draconic wings spread out from my back with black talons behind my ruffled purple dress, sharp nails, a black wiry tail with a spade shaped end, and to my surprise, black hooves at my feet.

I shifted a little, uncertain at finding out about the hooves. Lucifer sensed my hesitancy and gestured for me to come over to him on his red cushioned chair. He gently grabbed my waist as I sat down on his lap. “The soul’s form is malleable.” He said as he folded my wings inward so I could rest my back more comfortably against his chest. “But I love and accept each part of your soul.” He reassured me as he started to trace his fingers along one of my horns.

He explained to me the connections of my physical body to my spiritual one. How my difficulty learning to walk, wanting to walk on my tiptoes, my flat feet, and my turned in knees were connected to my hooves. How my pointed human ears slightly resemble my soul. How my canines were naturally quite sharp. And how my spine curves right at where my wings meet. My scoliosis and pigeon-toed gait, things I’ve seen as deformities on my body my whole life, are seen as beautiful remnants of my true form by him.

[skekthesilly]

the fucking critters i feel like:

wacky alien. name is probably wawa. green and pink and maybe some yellow. fucking loves the stars like holy shit. im gonna cry. theyre so pretty im gonna cry we live in a fucking world where we get to see this every night how are you people not amazed by the stars. how do you not cry when you see them. also has a gun

cryptid. dunno name yet. deer skull?? very tall. sneaky. lurking. yearns for the liminal spaces. i wanna live in the liminal spaces. how do you people not cry when you see the liminal spaces. theyre so pretty. youve been there before and you can be there again. they are always open for you. a home. forever. so fucking pretty. im gonna cry

bird. me with wings. arm wings. back wings. head wings. walking talking blanket. fuck yes? fuck yes.

unknown. wants a nice flat rock and a huge ass heat lamp

cryptid 2. eyes. everywhere. imagine all the things i could see... form? illegible. everything. shifting. i dont fucking know

centipede. named segment. originally made as a phighting oc because i kept reading too much phighting isekai but then i realized "oh shit. i want to be her". centipede. can switch from normal bipedal to looong ass cetipede. can be as long as i like. loooves being a cryptid. walks on walls. red. wanna scare people? fuck yes. inphernals watch out. i know genuinely unironically /gen almost nothing about phighting. i dont even know what the characters look like. "gear" is a bag. i can jump in it and its like a little pocket dimension. but only for me. then out i crawl, le centipede

unknown 2. all i know is that they have a huuuge ass tail

remmeber that these are not final because 1: your body and your spirituality and how you perceive yourself is fluid so fuck you. 2: im in a yucky mood today sorry guys umm i didnot mean that fuck you back there im sorry 3: still searching for what feels right. yaknow. 4: shapeshifter. so i can be whatever i want. i could be a fusion of the critters or whatever. yaknow. 4: ummm uhh

[mymanythoughtslive]

Ao3 Fanfics I enjoyed and want similar or close recommendations to

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Mo Dao Zu Shi

After Truth Lies the Honest Path by Vrishchika

He laughs incredulously before he turns a flat stare at Jin Zixun."You tried to dose a Lan with a truth serum." He observes dryly, "You tried to dose Lan Wangji of all people with a truth serum. "

Veils and Mushrooms by Enigmatree

Wei Wuxian is married off to Wen Qing for political advantages. It's all good and well for most everyone involved until the day of the marriage comes-- only for Wei Wuxian to have the most eventful wedding night in world history, learn that he shares a considerable connection to his new wife in their love of science and research, and accidentally discover an interesting new application of the spiritual lingzhi mushroom.

(Or; grandmaster-of-demonic-cultivation Wei Wuxian and let's-transfer-golden-cores Wen Qing get married politically and completely platonically, which goes about as well as could have been expected, in hindsight.)

Vindication By jollytortoise

Jiang Cheng completed his rushed bandaging, and began shoving at Wei Ying’s shoulder hoping to wake the man up, “Why didn’t you call for your precious husband?”Wei Yīng slowly blinked a few times, taking a moment to consider his Jiang Cheng’s question before letting out a soft pant, trying to clear the haze in his head.“Can’t. Traitor.” Wei Ying softly mumbled.

“Hanguang-jun, a traitor… Wei Ying, did he do this?” Jiang Cheng whispered, looking intently at Wei Ying’s tired gaze. He spun his head around surveying the bush around them as if expecting the aforementioned man to step out of the shadows.“Nooo,” Wei Yīng groaned pushing at Jiang Cheng’s chest, “Traitor… within G-Gusu Lan.”

Curse The GusuLan Elders! by JaenysBloodcourt

What's wrong with you?”

What was not wrong with him?! He had just died by the hand of the elders his husband had trusted to stay out of his sight, died by the order of his husband's uncle! He had used one of the dark forbidden arrays in his journal with the hopes of turning back a week and stop himself and Lan Zhan from ever returning to the Cloud Recesses. And now he was seeing dead people.

Or: the GusuLan elders really dislike Wei Wuxian and unintentionally force him back through to time.

The Meaning of Silence by The Silverfish (ZephyrAndTheSilverfish)

There’s something wrong with second young Master Lan. Of this, Wei Ying is absolutely certain, despite his peers’ doubts. How to help, however, is unclear, especially when Wei Ying can’t seem to prove that it’s not just all in his head…

Crowded by nirejseki

Summary:

How could you be so stupid? Wei Wuxian tried to shout at Nie Huaisang, who was curled up gasping on the floor. The floor, which was stained with Nie Huaisang's own blood, with cuts he had made himself on himself, with the ancient body sacrifice summoning that – that –

Don’t you realize that you’d be gone? You absolute idiot! Wei Wuxian howled, even though he wasn’t actually a person right now. You – you –! You good-for-nothing!

[salantami]

FARMERS BANK, (Poltava Russian Peasant Bank), 1906-1909, Street: October 39, Poltava, Ukraine  Architect: A. Kobelev Engineer: SV Nosov The Farmers Bank building is a two-story stone structure adorned with decorative red brick, hipped roofs, and flat arches beneath trytsentrovymy balconies, situated on a corner. It features mythical birds such as Gamayun, Sirin, and Alkonost, and statues of the Phoenix, symbolizing spiritual and moral rebirth. The facade is embellished with mosaics of peacocks, siren sculptures, colorful inserts, and metalwork. Among the mosaics, one can observe the old coat of arms of Poltava province, which was used from 1878 to 1918. Now here is the regional department of the Security Service of Ukraine. (Photo courtesy: archi capital; credit to the original photographer) 

[hiswordsarekisses]

When a “prophetic word” starts out with “for those with ears to hear and eyes to see” it screams to me of deception. It is an immediate and automatic huge red flag.

Jesus spoke this term referring to parables, - to explain that understanding of the parables came from only God to His children - this term was not used about certain prophetic words for only a few superior people who happen to agree. (Matthew 13:1-17)

Only Jesus used this term. No disciple ever used this term - and especially not to manipulate people to listen - or to belittle those who disagreed with them. Neither was this term ever attached to human perception and bias - being “passed off” as superior scriptural interpretation.

Jesus did not need use any term to manipulate people into believing what He had to say. HIS Words were Spirit and life - not human opinion, human reasoning, or human assumption and human interpretation.

This is a very manipulative term that humans within the church began to use to make people feel that they are forced to believe what was was being said - or to believe that they must be “less spiritual” than the self-proclaimed prophet sending the message - it’s meant to make them feel that they must agree or they must be deceived. Which is ironic, when it is the lack of humility and manipulative words being used that are the actual fruit of deception.

This teeters on the edge of - or may even fall flat into the middle of - spiritual narcissism. And the church has become full of it - falling under the influence of witchcraft - because it involves playing God - using manipulative attempts to control and force their opinion on others instead of allowing others to listen to God for themselves, because they may come to a different conclusion and this is terrifying to the ones who are actually deceived. The idea is for their words to be accepted as truth - or the person who is seeking God are the ones “left-out and deceived.”

If a word from God is truly from God, it will not come across with a snarky spirit, and it will not come across as superior knowledge - it will come across as the very Words of God - with humility. Humility is the fruit of God’s spirit. No one will have to begin with a manipulative term because the spirit of God will speak for itself.

Jesus spoke the Word and it was received without coercion, belittling, or force.

The phrase “puffed up” addresses the issue of pride and self-importance among the believers in the church all the way back to the Corinthians. And it is contrary to the humility exemplified by Christ (Philippians 2:5-8) - and the servant leadership Paul advocates (1 Corinthians 3:5-9).

“…Knowledge puffs up, but love edifies. And if anyone thinks that he knows anything, he knows nothing yet as he ought to know.” 1stCorinthians‬ ‭8‬:‭1‬-‭2‬

Thinking we are surely correct is what slams the door in the face of the love of the truth and opens the very door for deception - through which humility has walked right out of with truth.

There is no room for the love of the truth when we have stopped seeking it - and when we are so sure we have it we stop seeking it and start shoving it down the throats of others.

Truth doesn’t need to be shoved - it sits comfortably and peacefully with no need to coerce.

The more we grow and learn, the more that we realize there is so much we still do not know.

Doctrine with manipulation, and without compassion is surely the ugliest thing in the world, and the biggest red flag there could possibly be 💥💥💥 warning of deception that we should pay heed to. If we do not pay attention to the warnings of the fruit that speaks for itself we will be lost.

Jesus said you will know them by their fruit. The fruit of the spirit and the fruit of the flesh cannot coexist.

[celestialmazer]

TIME

Robert Wun Haute Couture FW 24/25

Vogue coverage with Tiziana Cardini

https://www.vogue.com/fashion-shows/fall-2024-couture/robert-wun#gallery-collection

Robert Wun celebrated the 10-year anniversary of his label with a couture show called Time today. He said he wanted to reflect on “why I’ve been doing this for so long, why I still want to keep doing it, and for how long.” He used these questions as a starting point for a collection of one-of-a-kind extravagant showstoppers. “I asked myself why I do fashion, and what does time mean?“ Did he find an answer? “Yes, I did. The answer is to accept that one day everything ends—and that’s okay.”

For Wun, accepting time limitations fuels creativity; the only way to make time meaningful, he reasoned, is to enjoy the time you’ve been given on earth. “To say that we’ve got to live in the moment is a cliché, but, really, what you’re doing you can only do it once, so better enjoy it no matter success or failure.” So far, success has been a more likely prospect for Wun than failure. His elaborate concoctions have caught the attention of private clients as well as celebrities and their elite stylists, always on the prowl for the latest sensation. The flamboyant dazzle of Wun’s creations has attracted the likes of Beyoncé, Lady Gaga, Björk, and Cardi B, among many others—a list that today makes for the barometer of a brand’s hotness.

To translate the concept of the passing of time into actual clothing (not an easy feat, really), Wun envisioned the progression of seasons. The opening look was a majestic black gown with a matching veil embroidered in crystals, depicting “the first falling of snow,” he offered. “It’s winter, a season that makes people more reflective, so I started from there.” A snowy effect was also rendered as a white layer on a slender trailing coat that looked as if it had been shredded apart and then mended back together with a sort of kintsugi technique, replicating a craquelé effect from which butterfly appliqués seemed to be swirling out—an allusion to hope perhaps? Or to beauty blossoming from decay?

The answer seemed to be provided by a sinuous black mermaid number, from which a tight-fitted bodice embroidered in pink cherry blossoms emerged. Wun said it was intended as a harbinger of spring: “In Chinese philosophy, flowers are beautiful because they aren’t meant to be forever. If they’d blossom forever people wouldn’t find beauty in them.” So the decay of beauty was a theme here; time’s erosion on every living being was apparently rendered by visible burns on the hems of a bright yellow three-piece in swishing silk, voluminous and entirely plissé. The burnings were repeated with conviction throughout the collection. “We scanned the burn marks we’d done on a piece of organza, then we printed it on silk and did further burning on the edges to emphasize the effect,” explained Wun. “Burn, scan, print, and then reburn.”

In the collection’s narration of the passing of time, the four final looks represented, respectively, the skin, flesh, bones, and soul, in a sort of progressive stripping off, both physical and spiritual. The most impressively rendered were the flesh and the bone. The flesh was a blood-red slender sheath entirely covered in bugle beads that were sewn standing up as spikes and not flat as they’re usually embroidered. The dress was apparently so heavy (40 kilos) that it couldn’t be hung. “I wanted to give the idea of the muscles that come out of the body,” said Wun, who’s known to be an enthusiast of the horror genre—a penchant made abundantly clear by the representation of the bones. A skintight black jumpsuit was surmounted by a half-skeleton mannequin that dangled ominously at every step. Its rather literal rendition was somehow redeemed by that of the soul. It was a vision of a trailing veiled gown, where layers of tulle were embroidered with myriads of tiny multicolored crystals shimmering in the dimly lit venue. It looked rather magical. “The soul isn’t meant to perish,” Wun said. “It goes back to the universe.”

[theflintwarlock]

Today has been hectic, I have had a course of the worst everyday luck it's possible to have in a while. Got home and renewed my protections which to be fair it had been a while. I'm not a paranoid person, when bad things happen I generally assume it is not down to fate or spiritual causes. But the amount of things that went wrong today forced me to consider the possibility that there may be some malignant forces surrounding me. That is not to say I think I've been cursed, but something more like lingering ill will. A reminder to keep my affairs in order when it comes to witchcraft, certainly.

To that end, I thought I'd share some super simple tips and tricks for spiritual protection. Save this post, if you'd like, I find it may come in handy when you least expect it.

1. Oil and water spell

This is good for drawing out negative energies. I personally use salt water paired with oils I've infused myself, but you can just as easily use cooking or olive oil, even animal fats after cooking. It doesn't have to be pretty, it just has to work.

The process is simple:

Pour water and salt into a jar and concentrate on it for as long as necessary. Then pour on equal parts oil, or at least enough to cover the surface of the water.

Place the lid firmly on and shake. Shake as much as you need to for as long as you need to. Once you're done, say a few words and as the oil and water separate, so too will you be separated from negative energies.

2. Simple knot protection spell

Simply tie seven knots into a length of red or black thread, yarn or leather string, focusing on building up protection as you go.

3. "Fuck off" with chilli powder

Going with the simple theme, for this one all you need is some salt, chilli powder, and cloves as well if you want. All banishing tools.

Open a window in your home, I do this in each room in my flat, and pour into your hand: Salt, Chilli powder and ground Cloves. Then, blow them away from you and out the window, focusing on pushing negative energies away.

Careful of the wind for this one or it could get messy and get chilli in your eye, and if you're using salt make sure you don't blow it over any plants as this will most likely kill them. You don't have to use much to get the effect, but still be cautious if there are any pets or animals around.

I make a little bottle of this combination of spices to have ready for when I need it, it can also be great as a bed for a black candle to give an extra protection kick.

[chaifootsteps]

When a cartoon show for kids (Bluey) explains adult stuff more maturely like God and how we were made (Flatpack episode) and the infertility (Onesies episode) and other stuff than an actual adult show who’s supposed to educate us about shit like that instead of—

“Fuck you”

Then the red one says,

“When?”

Guys watch bluey instead it’s more cool, be a cool person like me 😎

Specifically, if you want a more mature handling of life, death, responsibility, and the afterlife, watch Flat Pack. It's secular, it's spiritual, and it's seriously mind blowing.

[slotumn]

not to be a rhea slut on main but 2 12 and 22 for the archbishop

also shahid 1 25 14 if u want

Rhea

2. Fave canon thing

The fact archbishops externally claim to be descendants of Saint Seiros means that Rhea consciously chose the official stance of "not only did Saint Seiros FUCK, her lineage has CONTINUED TO FUCK for ONE THOUSAND YEARS AND ONGOING." She could have gone with reincarnations/receiving visions or smth for passing on the archbishop seat but no it's "SAINT SEIROS' DESCENDANTS ARE FUCKING TO THIS VERY DAY"

12. Headcanon

I hc Lycaon was a Wilhelm/Seiros child but he wasn't born by conventional means because if he was there probably would have been records about it. The in-universe mythology goes something like "Wilhelm needed an heir but couldn't find a consort during the war so Seiros prayed for him and by the miracle of the saint he found a magical egg that Lycaon (who was obviously related to Wilhelm due to matching Crest + appearance) hatched from months later," and because of this Seiros is called the mother to imperial lineage.

Most people think that's in a spiritual sense but what they don't realize is that the egg was a magitech Nabatean incubator and Lycaon is literally genetically Seiros' kid as well as Wilhelm's, albeit closer to humans in capability (and appearance) than Nabatean.

But the fact this odd genetic/biological engineering attempt, which was honestly slapped together on the fly because Wilhelm needed an heir, worked is what sparked the idea that maybe she could use this ability of hers for other things too if she just fine tuned the process some more...? If she can successfully modify and hybridize human and Nabatean material into an offspring, then can she also modify and distill Nabatean material until it becomes akin to the physical and spiritual progeny of the Nabateans...?

22. What I like/dislike in fic portrayals

Tbh I don't particularly read much of Rhea-featuring or even Rhea-centric fics because in case it wasn't obvious already I'm very particular and picky about interpretations

I think I do like it when for the serene and mysterious exterior she presents as archbishop, she still shows moments of on-the-fly/snap decision making, and not because something pressed the trigger about her trauma. She did start out as a general on the battlefield and is apparently ready to lock it as one again should the need arise, so I think it makes sense that kind of improvisation/adaption instinct, a battlefield instinct if you will, remains.

I don't like it when she's portrayed as being, idk, completely unable to approach things from a diplomatic/political point of view because she's that overtaken by personal grief/rage/other emotions. The emotional aspect is important to her characterization but she also did help raise an empire and compromise with the descendants of Ten Elites while the emotional wounds from the Red Canyon were fresh.

Byleth is directly related to her closest personal issues so obviously we see more of her being emotionally volatile from Byleth's POV, in situations that involve Byleth's connections to Sothis, but I don't think that's how she acts around just anyone. In most situations she can probably calmly lay out and explain military logistics to the troops before she goes raging on the battlefield, otherwise her side probably wouldn't have won the War of Heroes.

Shahid

1. Why like/dislike

I like him because he is Claude's brother and he is just so flat and pathetic that it wraps back around to being funny. His main character traits are being racist and arrogant and incompetent. Good for him

14. Assign fashion aesthetic

He already wears a jacket that looks vaguely like a striped sports zipup and has gold necklace-ish coin decorations around his neck this is just the logical conclusion

25. First impression vs now

First impression: lmao this bitch has 5 mins of screentime

Now: writes awful PLAP PLAP SPLURRRRT porn fics, has the collector's edition of Femboy Asspussy Paradise, is a failson