#stress spells

[ameltzerdesign]

Nuvolascura / Zmar - 5.8.2024 @ Gold Sounds

Quick banger mixing medical illustrations, blue prints, and some sacred geometry because shapes rule. Or something. I dunno, I spent more time trying to shop painfully lo-res screamo logos than I did actually making the art on this one.

[wtfforged]

roblox again. wowonoa wowo

[zolanort]

so i had a stressful time with fire today

[ositia]

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[pastadoughie]

i am extremely sane & normal & i say this w/ complete sincerity as something i believe- its just that "normal people" (ppl w/o "severe" mental illness or trauma) are deeply cruel & bigoted because of their squemishness & disgust twards people who have anything less then perfect social presentation & lifestyle.

i know logistically i am someone who is "severely mentally ill", atleast, when i talk to psychs, they go wide eyed when i say certain things, dont trust me, ask me unprompted if ive had certain diagnoses or evaluations, i guess i meet *their* criteria. i have had little to no irl human contact in the past 6 years, & am deeply afraid of outside things, like supermarkets & trees & the sun. but like. its not like i fucking explode if you take me outside. ive done alot of tharapy & can atleast somewhat speak to people & maintain a level of composure. its just that i obviously try to avoid going outside because it feels agonizing & scary. but like. thats a logical fear??? i dont. have delusions or anything like that. i have reasons to be afraid of things. understandable logical things that could happen in real life. why are people so weird about it? is everybody really so sheltered? you have so little creativity you cant imagine why someone is upset by these things? do you just not care about your own safety?

of course under my circumstances im going to act a bit strange sometimes but you would too! its not something irrational & its not a mental illness!!!! i have simply had to go through more shit then you!! if you get into a car accident & then develop a fear of cars then that is a reasonable fear! because it could (and HAS) happened & it could hurt you!! & its not even something i can argue about because the mere fact that its an accusation against me discredits me before i even get to speak! its unfair!! you cant just accuse every tranny you meet of being a delusional freak because you dont wanna talk to them !

[lifegrowsfromashes]

Scar stares up at the moon, from where he lays down in his bed. Grian’s across from him, muttering into the darkness, laying on top of the covers and tucking his head into his wings.

The air smells like dirt.

He thinks of the past day. Of the shouting. He wonders whether Grian will talk to him tomorrow.

He didn’t mean to lose a life. he never does, but something always happens. Grian knows he’s not as strong as the other hermits, but he still refuses to recognise it, and always expects more from Scar than he’s able to give. It was once they’d gotten to the desert that his face became harder, that something began to set behind his eyes.

He sighs. The perfectly arranged checkerboard of stars stare back at him, silent. Grian’s snoring, but just a little. He wonders if avians usually snore.

Scar breathes in the smell of their dirt house, and wonders whether he’ll be able to make it up to him.

He was joking around, when it happened. The sand was getting into his armour and he felt creaky all over. He’d known it was getting to Grian, but hadn’t realised the extent of his annoyance. Communication was… never a strong point.

They had started getting snappy with each other, at about midday. Scar’s limbs were aching, and he needed to rest, but Grian kept talking about how there were no torches around here and if they stopped now, they’d get eaten alive. And Scar didn’t want to think about that, so he tried to tell a joke, and Grian went all tense and funny, and said, through gritted teeth, ‘you’re seriously making a joke right now?’ and he didn’t have time to see the creeper coming up from behind him.

Something had hardened in Grian’s eyes. The urgency when he told him to run. The enchanted shine of his diamond sword coming out of its hilt.

Scar hadn’t realised. The sand had slowed down his reflexes. Once he turned around to fight, he only heard a hiss, and then- white.

The funny thing about dying here was that you didn’t feel the pain, specifically. It’s more, like, God, this should hurt. But nothing comes. Just a choice, to keep going, or to leave. 

Scar hated the artificiality of it. Death always felt so- unreal. For some players, it was the end of everything, but to him, it was more of a reminder. A taunt. He knew he'd never last long enough to escape its clutches.

When he came back, he felt lighter. Emptier. Something, some intangible thing, had withered his soul, a little. He looked up at where his nametag resided to see it was a sickly yellow. And then, coming over the dune of sand- Grian. Sat there, in the crevice the creeper had made, sorting his belongings into a chest.

Grian’s fists were curled tightly over the lump of gold in his hands. The totem. The totem Grian had told him, over and over, to use in an emergency, to keep by him at all times. The totem Scar had stored in a shulker.

Scar did his best to pick everything up off the floor, and to sort it all out into his inventory, But Grian had such a tight hold on that totem of undying, and when Scar asked for it back, Grian’s eyes began to shine with tears. And then he started shouting. 

It was all the usual things. Scar didn’t react fast enough, Scar couldn’t pull his weight, Grian was always picking up the slack, and why couldn’t he last longer than five minutes? And didn’t he know he’s only got three chances, and he’s already down to two? 

Scar got pretty good at taking it. The thing was, he knew the reason why. the real reason. 

Grian hated watching him die.

But he’d never say that. Instead they were trapped in this loop of Scar messing up, and Grian exploding, and him doing everything, everything he could, to fix it.

Usually, Mumbo would be the one to sort out their differences. Mumbo would tell them somthing to calm him down, something easy, about their explosive personalities. 

Scar wonders where he is, now. After the Warden had appeared, anyone who was able to survive that first attack had ran as far as they could. They hadn’t heard anything for the other Hermits for- well, it had been too long to tell.

Scar turns over to face Grian again. He looks so peaceful when he slept. There's still that fire, though, behind his eyes, the memory of his voice scorching Scar’s ears. But, as Mumbo said, that was how you knew he cared. Scar knew he cared. He just wishes he could show it in a way that was less… aggressive. He feels like the only way he could find out how Grian really felt about something was through fighting. And, God, he's so tired of fighting.

[wormspoor]

scene from “In 100 Years and Time You’ll Know Me” fic which is just. So cute. This picture wouldn’t leave my mind and demanded to be drawn.

[robbyykeene]

Anyway I wish this show was actually bold enough to give Miguel an arc exploring his feelings of entitlement over the captaincy spot. Throughout the show Johnny has repeatedly told Miguel that Robby is a lost cause but hey, It’s okay because he has Miguel now. That Miguel’s his champion, his Number One Boy. So how could Miguel not feel at least somewhat entitled to the captain spot? How could he not feel insecure about his place in Johnny’s life with Robby not just back in the picture, but now literally taking the number one spot? When Johnny has repeatedly put into both kids heads that when it comes to his love and attention its one vs. the other, how could there be no lingering feelings of resentment and jealousy?

[elizabugz]

[lucky-lucky-duck]

Forget You, Forget-Me-Not

A continuation based on a reply to my Vaga Snapshot post that i'm writing between cram sessions. The semester ends in 2 days and I'm dying, but it's fine. c: Everything is fine. c: I'm gonna start on the matchup in a couple days when my load lightens, this is just a late night creative outlet for stress c':

Leo Kurosagi x Vagastrom Ghoul Reader (2nd person pov and gender neutral)

Leo goes too far in an argument, and I'll fill this out tomorrow. For now, it's sad. Reader nearly gives up on braking the curse causing the people around them to slowly forget they exist. Fuck I'm tired

Morning edit - I fixed a couple of spelling mistakes, but the description made me laugh so it stays. I'm still fucking tired.

"I'm passing the phone to a No-Name NPC who is so unremarkable that the faculty evaluators actually forgot they existed."

You're ignoring him. It's been four days, and you've barely said a word to anyone, but everyone knows that Leo is somehow the culprit.

It doesn't really matter, you think with dull amusement. Sho and Alan had both been out at the time; the only witnesses to your humiliation were you, Leo, and the general students. Leo's too busy trying to bait you into argument to gloat about his win to the others, and you aren't about to tell them yourself.

The general students are a non-issue, too. Most of them struggle to remember your name most days, they're not about to suddenly start remembering gossip about you.

The thing is, you've had fights with Leo before. Hell, fighting with Leo has something of a hobby to you once you started sharing a living space with him. There's just something about him that brings out the worst in you. The vicious snake-like part, that coils up with anticipation and prepares to strike when you see Leo enter the room. You used to think of it as something that you both secretly look forward to, once the vitriol died down and your metaphorical fight-to-the-death turned into elementary-school bullying.

He's never brought up your curse like that before. It's been tit-for-tat, both of you giving just as good as you get. It's supposed to be fun.

You squash the pang of longing in your chest with snarled anger, only to be drenched in an icy kind of apathy. There are lines both of you choose not to cross these days (you were under that impression at the time, at least.), and the waning acknowledgment of your existence had definitely been one of them. Christ, you didn't exactly pour salt onto Leo's obvious abandonment wounds during these fights, did you?

"What did Leo do to you?" Sho's voice snaps you out of your thoughts.

"Nothing, why do you ask?" Your voice scrapes lifelessly as you meet his eyes with a small, strained grin.

"Really? Then what, you've been moping around the dorms the past few days because you enjoy the smell of sweat and motor oil?"

"You know me, can't get enough of the ol' sugar and spice." The attempted banner falls flat as you make to slip around him and head for your dorm at the end of the hall, only to be held in place with a single strong hand on your wrist. "You ever tried shake weights?"

"Stop," he shuts down your distraction. "You know he's a rat bastard, right? You can't take what he says personally. We're going to find a way to break the curse."

So, Leo told Sho what happened after all, has he?

Sho's words slow to a stop when he notices the dead-eyes and scowl that have overtaken your forceful nonchalance from earlier.

"I wasn't lying, I'm not angry at Leo for what he said to me," Apart from the fact that you kind of are. "He wasn't exactly wrong."

"Shut up already!" You don't turn your head to look at Leo as he appears in the corridor. Figures he would listen in on a private conversation. It's probably him who sent Sho to find you in the first place. Bastards.

In the end, the choice is made for you, and a new set of hands grip your shoulders, yanking you face-to-face with the person you wanted to see least.

"Are you telling me I've been wasting my time on someone this fucking pathetic?" The words would hurt more if the expression on Leo's face were less desperate. If anyone looks pathetic here, it's him. "Of course. You would be willing to sit back and watch as you sink into irrelevance, wouldn't you? If that's what you want, fine." It's funny how adept you've become at interpreting Leo's mannerisms after all of the fighting.

For all of the accusations and insults, the only thing you see in front of you is a hissing kitty cat desperately trying to make amends in the only way it knows how. It's a shit apology, but... Leo isn't the type to put on this type of fit unless he feels threatened and cornered, and, as far as you are aware, the only threat being posed at the moment is you walking away from him.

Your bar sure has sunk low these days, yikes.

"That would probably hurt more if you weren't still gripping my shoulders like we're in a steamy novel. Do you have fantasies of pinning me down often?" You're promptly shoved away and insulted once more, free to turn back and walk back toward your dorm without sparing either boy behind you a glance.

As you prepare yourself for bed, you notice the ache in your chest loosening just enough to let you breath deeply. If just for tonight, you'll fall asleep free from the fear that tomorrow will be the day you finally wake up as a stranger.

[canisalbus]

Different Italian anon, but the thing with Tuscan C is that it's pronounced like a very strong H sound, which is extra weird cuz the letter H makes no sound in Italian, normally. It sounds the way Spanish pronounce the J. We say it's "aspirato". So then people from there will say things like Hoha Hola (coca cola), and it's funny. It's also extremely contagious, I got family in Florence, you spend 3 days with them you start doing it too before you even realize.

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[thekingofspin]

when your stressed and sad do you ever just think "I'm due a ____ phase again" like I'm due a night at the museum phase again I was so happy back then and I need the stress relief right now

[miekrowave]

this would fix me

[kradogsrats]

So this spell has been a big ??? since s3... particularly for me, personally, because it's an outlier that fucks up a lot of possible explanations for how dark magic corruption and/or the Staff of Ziard work. It wasn't super unusual for it to not have a visible reagent or incantation in its first appearance with Viren—they don't bother with with runes and incantations for a lot of incidental or mid-battle spells—but having seen another couple more examples... well, here's a thought:

This would have been an extremely useful spell for Claudia at multiple points during Arc 2, if not in Arc 1, right? At the least, if she could do what she did at the Moon Nexus during her confrontation with Callum, Rayla, and Ezran in the Sea of the Castout, she'd still have her leg. Now, that would have been a massive escalation of power for her in that scene, but the writers on this show don't generally hamper characters for no reason at all—I think it's entirely reasonable to conclude that, for whatever reason, she couldn't cast this spell at that time. If we knew that it required a very rare reagent that she didn't have at the time but could have gained access to in the intervening period (like, idk, unicorn bone dust), that would explain it... except we've seen pointedly and repeatedly that this spell has no incantation or reagent.

Something significant does happen between s5e9 and s7e6, however:

Let's pull out Tales of Xadia for a second and look at some of the dark magic mechanics:

If you have any degree of Corrupted trauma, you are considered to be somewhat permanently marked by dark magic. This has the effect of granting you some abilities that neophyte dark mages don’t have.

The examples of this in Tales of Xadia are kept low-key, like lighting candles (which we see Viren do in the series and Claudia do in Puzzle House... though with a very different explanation, which believe me, I am definitely spiffing up my best my tinfoil hat for right this instant) and sensing other spells or sources of magic... but "oh, and you can immobilize anyone, up to and including an archdragon, with a thought" wouldn't be a very smart power to open up for dark mage player characters, so tbh that doesn't surprise me much. But I think that's what's going on with the incidents of this spell that we see in the series: it's only possible if you've fucked yourself up pretty dang badly with dark magic, already.

This could also explain why the spell itself doesn't increase personal corruption in the mage, but appears instead to have some more mundane debilitating physical consequences, instead—it's not drawing on an external source of essence, but operating on something entirely internal... whether the mage's own living essence, or something else. (Insert more tinfoil here. It's very shiny.)

But yeah, this isn't a spell... it's an ability that becomes innate to the mage, once they've done some level of permanent damage to themself with corruption.

[rebar-head]

guys they r twins they dance together on the top of the roof 👍

messed w brightness n all that bcs ummm it’s a tad too dark imo if ur phone or wtvs isn’t on full brightness

cass only one under cut :3

[beatx-mavie-archangelx]

"pronouncing 'Þerindë' as 'Serindë' is not that big of a deal" just say you've always been called right your whole life.