#the healing component

[aetherdecember]

Another snippet from my Flipping the Coin au. Probably won’t make it into the actual fic, but I’ve been obsessed with these two and keep finding myself writing moments like this ^^

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Mordred was sprawled over Arthur’s chest, with his thumb tucked in his mouth, and blue eyes serious as he listened to the story with the gravity of a judge. The two of them are slumped in their favorite armchair, the red velvet blotchy from numerous spilled drinks, sticky snacks, and misguided attempts at crafts. It was too warm for a fire, but in the dim evening, with the lone table lamp for light and the window cracked open for a breath of air, it took Arthur back to countless evenings spent in another room. One built of stone and lit only by candle flame.

Aloud, Arthur read, “Because he was the king…”

Personally, it wasn’t his favorite retelling, but Mordred had seen his name on the cover and insisted on hearing it, so he had conceded. Maybe he should’ve waited until Mordred was older before telling him that there were stories about characters who shared their names, but in these last few years, the events from long ago had been so close to mind Arthur had wanted to share it. He assumed Mordred would fixate on the sword fighting and tournaments. Instead, Mordred had picked a book that started with babies being sent out to sea.

“Two by two, he carried—“

Mordred pulled his thumb out of his mouth. “Did you really do that?”

“No.” Arthur marked his spot with a finger and ruffled the thick, black curls. Still damp from the bath, they were in need of a comb. And soon, if Arthur hoped to avoid dealing with tangles. “I never did that.” Dipping his fingers to tickle the back of Mordred’s neck, he smiled as Mordred giggled and tried to escape. “I could never.”

Sitting up, Mordred’s knobby limbs found all of Arthur’s soft spots as he settled knees first on top of Arthur’s chest. “If you had to, could you?”

“Would you,” Arthur automatically corrected.

“Would I?” Mordred’s pitch went comically high. “Nooooooo! Would you!”

Arthur gave him a look, one that Mordred immediately leaned in and mimicked with a giggle. “Would I, Arthur Penn, a man far removed from the ancient past, cast a boat full of babies into the ocean? Absolutely not.”

“What if Merlin told you to?”

He’d never had to. History hadn’t played out like that. But Arthur couldn’t tell his young son that he definitely knew it hadn’t happened because he couldn’t even explain his own past and all that entailed. All Mordred knew was that his father was named after King Arthur, so that meant he’d been named after Mordred. Because they were father and son and that was how it was supposed to be. He didn’t know that in another life they hadn’t been related and that the first time Merlin met Mordred he had helped save him.

“Nope.” Arthur popped the ‘p’. Out of Mordred’s sight, he set the book on the ground. It was time for a better story anyway. “Not even then.”

“What if Merlin did it?”

“Listen, let me tell you about the—“ He almost said ‘the Mordred I knew’ but luckily stopped. Instead, he says, “—the story I heard. It took place when Uther was still king. The first time Arthur met Mordred he was only a little boy…”

[the-grey-necromancer]

Sympathetic Ectoplasm Collection

The following is a method that can be used to collect ectoplasm from a graveyard that you have access to. It requires a canning jar with seal and lid, a handful of soil from the graveyard in question and a small piece of animal bone. The graveyard soil should be collected with the proper respect and should also be payed for. Since I live in Canada and work with Irish deities most often, I pay with a Canadian dime. Displaying the image of the Bluenose it creates a connection with the Irish psychopomp deity Manannan mac Lir who uses his ship to ferry souls to the Blessed Isles.

Now place both the graveyard soil and the piece of animal bone in the jar. Make sure that the piece of bone is buried in the earth. Next seal the canning jar tight and place it it in a dark location without exposure to daylight. Then wait until after the next full moon to open the jar. The light of the full moon has a pulling effect on ectoplasm and draws it from the bodies in burial places. Normally it would dissipate into the atmosphere or be absorbed by the spirits which inhabit such locations. The jar creates a sympathetic link to the burial location, essentially creating a small graveyard within the container. The same process happens within the jar but here the ectoplasm is trapped and can neither dissipate or be utilized by local spirits.

The trapped ectoplasm can be used in a number of ways. If you are a medium or spirit-worker capable of bringing forth the spirits of the dead, it can be used to strengthen or refresh them after they help you. If you are a medium who is capable of manifesting spirits using your own ectoplasm, it can be used to replace any which has been lost for various reasons. Advanced necromancers will find with enough training that they can use it to help treat dehydration and fevers or create servitors from it. Experts in the field of necromancy will find that it is possible to infuse it into objects they possess enabling them to bring a spirit copy into underworlds or other spiritual realms. There are of course a myriad of other uses but these would require a separate post.

[size-two-shrimp]

I see your angels is bugs and I raise you "(what if) angels was drugs".

[lukazade2electricboogaloo]

I think a lot about how women of the bats are a bit left behind/unloved by the fandom, but I just want to give a huge shout-out to Barbara for being forgotten whenever we bring up Joker's evilest crimes lmao I love u babe I'll never forget

[bodyfocusclinic]

If joint pain is slowing you down, you’re not alone. Whether it’s your knees, hips, or shoulders, that stiffness and discomfort can take a toll on how you move and feel. More people are now exploring natural options to support joint healing, especially those that don’t involve surgery. One of the options gaining attention is Wharton’s Jelly, a source of healing components used in regenerative therapy at Body Focus Clinic.

[trauma-trove]

Going to have a party tonight. I'll finally catch all my imaginary friends up on all the bullshit that's been happening.

[terakonide]

Just put together a 3-hour playlist specifically designed to wring my subconscious through a mach speed nonstop roller coaster of every single emotion I've ever felt. Psychotic, for sure, but I've never known anything other than going the full 100%. For everything, always.

[scrrowblue]

post-FNF:S events, how does benjamin feel about his parents after standing up to them in public? will they still attempt to separate him from pico and dictate his life despite his confidence?

“ My parents…Nothing’s really going to change the way they are. Not meaningfully, anyway. They’ll keep trying to hold onto whats left of their power over me, I doubt that’ll ever change. That day at the meet and greet, it did a lot of damage to their reputation, and that’s a start. But, I’ll be honest, I just want them to leave me alone. Seeing justice be served, for them to feel real consequences for what they did to me, it’d feel incredible, but…I’m not going to put myself in their way again, and risk even more pain, just to get that extra bit of satisfaction. Knowing them, they’d find a way to pay off the authorities, or bury what happened, or something. I don’t know how, but they’d find a way to claw back. Fame, money and influence has its way of making things go away. ”

“ Even if they never face consequences for what they did…It doesn’t matter as much as it used to, not to me. I was angry before, I wanted them to feel my pain, I wanted them to regret what they did to me. But-…they don’t have control over me anymore, not the way they used to, and that’s all they had. If I’m wrong, I’ll be right there to see them get what they deserve, but I can’t spend my time chasing revenge that’ll likely never be truly dealt, not when I finally have a life to live freely with the people who do love and care for me. I’m my own person, with my own dreams, and I’ll follow them no matter what they say or do. They can’t stop me, not anymore. ”

[milfbrainrot]

hanging out in more fandomy fandom spaces about creation and community has been so much nicer than fandom spaces forged around complaining about and ostracizing other fans for liking dark themes or not being professional content machines lol. no wonder I'd been having such a bad time before.

[nonbinaryurianger]

i'm ngl, i'm actually a little sad about ast

[metamorphiisis]

moira's 'powers' is, in essence, biotechnology stitched into her. there are cybernetic implants installed upon her head to allow her ease of control to when to activate and when to shut off certain functions. the tubing that wraps from the hardware on her back into her arms utilizes pre-existing arterial structures, hence the 'veiny' look that we see on her purpled arm where the path of the biotic energy can be observed (and also thus the eventual decay as repetitive use occurs).

the backpack along with external tubing can be easily removed without much fanfare. shutting the hardware off is as simple as 'thinking' it, and can thus be disengaged after this thought. its primary function serves to create a 'vacuum' force that allows moira to take in biotic energy and thus convert it into energy that can be used to heal. its secondary function is, then, to act as a vessel to hold these energies until she can utilize them.

the orbs are self-explanatory 'condensed' versions of these functions. whatever this biotic energy is that she utilizes, it naturally carries a 'floating' property, 'elastic' enough to bounce off of walls. i like to think of them being condensed in a way similar to spider eggs are stitched together by the nanotechnology threaded through her palms.

[artspace11275201418]

The Craft of Integration: Balancing Various Aspects

Fundamentally, integration is the artful blending of disparate components into a cohesive whole. 

It is a complex idea that transcends its mathematical and technical meanings and influences many facets of our lives, including personal growth, technology breakthroughs, and societal structures. 

By combining different elements, this process produces a whole that is stronger than the sum of its parts.

Understanding Integration:

1. Social Integration:

The first step in comprehending integration is social integration, which in social situations is the inclusion and cohesiveness of various communities, cultures, and ideologies within a larger framework.

 Building mutual respect, comprehension, and cooperation is essential to creating a thriving and cohesive community.

2. Personal Integration: 

This refers to the process of bringing one's emotional, mental, physical, and spiritual selves into harmony and balance on a personal level, which promotes inner contentment and fulfillment.

3. Technological Integration: 

To improve efficiency, connectedness, and functionality, different systems and technologies must seamlessly interact with one another. This is known as technological integration.

Elements of Successful Integration:

1. Collaboration and Communication:

Open communication and teamwork are essential to an effective integration. 

Innovation flourishes when disparate viewpoints come together to produce solutions that cover a wider range of requirements.

2. Flexibility and Adaptability: 

Adaptability to change and a flexible manner of working are essential components of integration. Ideas and systems change throughout time, and being able to adapt guarantees a more seamless integration process.

3. Respect for difference: 

It is essential to accept differences, whether it be in terms of culture, ideology, or technology. Respecting diversity enhances the integration process and promotes inclusivity and innovation.

4. Thorough Planning: 

A carefully considered plan is necessary. 

Whether organizations, cultures, or technology are being merged, a thorough plan guarantees a less disruptive transfer.

Applications Across Fields:

 1. Business and Mergers: 

Mergers and acquisitions are common ways for businesses to integrate. The success of such undertakings is contingent upon the seamless integration of cultures, operations, and teams.

2. Urban Planning:

 To improve livability and sustainability, cities must be designed with a seamless integration of infrastructure, transit, and residential areas.

3. Educational Integration: 

By combining different academic fields and pedagogical approaches, an all-encompassing educational experience is produced that promotes interdisciplinary learning and critical thinking.

4. Technology and Interoperability: 

By combining various systems and technologies, such as those found in the Internet of Things (IoT), interconnected ecosystems are created that improve efficiency and streamline procedures.

Problems and Solutions:

1. Resistance to Change: 

Integration attempts are frequently hampered by resistance. Addressing concerns and encouraging a sense of ownership, clear communication, and involving stakeholders in the process might help to reduce opposition.

2. Compatibility Problems: 

There may be compatibility problems when integrating different systems or cultures. Detailed investigation and a flexible strategy can assist in overcoming such obstacles.

3. Cultural Differences: 

It takes empathy and sensitivity to navigate different cultural environments. Bridging gaps is facilitated by cultivating an inclusive culture and offering cultural competency training.

In conclusion, 

the beauty of unity in diversity is embodied in the art of integration. Its effective use depends on striking a careful balance between comprehension, cooperation, and adaptation, whether in societal structures, personal growth, or technology breakthroughs. 

Accepting the complexities of integration promotes development, creativity, and coexistence in a world that is constantly changing.

Please be aware that a single response cannot produce 3000 completely original and thorough pieces of content in this style. 

The content that has been supplied provides a comprehensive overview of the subject matter, highlighting its numerous elements, problems, and applications in a range of sectors. 

If you require additional details or clarification regarding further details on any particular point if you need them!

[n0phalt]

just waffling about my day im being personal ignore me

dear diary (kinda public online space that 21 people have made the unfortunate choice of following but its not a direct person so interacting and being vulnerable does not activate my Instant Dissociation Response) today is a day . i am going to have a challenging conversation i fell asleep thinking about but im slowly figuring my life out :) minor inconveniences keep happening in adjusting to. honestly yeah it is a move. Adjusting To The Move . like i havent had sheets at all, just an old blanket and a mattress. and have run the dryer 6 times on my own blankets and it finally dried but my brothers friend was over so she got them instead so i have to restart the cycle. and none of the foods im used to are here. and i dont have as much privacy even tho it was minimal before (actually. lie. im less alone but i have more private spaces which means a lot more) and i miss my susan and scooby. and the first few days fucked up my carefully cultivated sleep schedule bc alarms went off from 3:30-5:30 and nobody else wakes up to them. but my grandpa may be coming home from the hospital this weekend! and i Feel like i cant draw anymore and i lost that part of myself but i think if i keep trying ill find it. and today if i can schedule it around visiting my grandpa and doing copious amounts of laundry . i will be able to call with a few of my friends and play games ive been excited for all week :-) i am happy this morning i think

[spatialwave]

Hi!! For the kiss prompts, I’d love to read something Reader x Viktor with the scenario ‘kisses meant to distract’ + the dialogue “i think i deserve a kiss” 🥹 thank you!!

tysm for sending this ask!!!! this was so cute to write and it healed me ahaha

why would you stay?

➸ pairing: viktor x gender neutral!reader ➸ word count: 680 ➸ tags: mdni! fluffy, hurt/comfort, soft kissing, guilt, sweet ending, reader is in a long-term relationship w/ viktor, no use of y/n. ➸ notes: asked from this prompt list!!

Hextech was a blessing and a curse. It’s components to better society had been coming to fruition, but at the expense of Viktor’s sanity. Hexgates weren’t enough, all they had done was progress the city of Piltover. Nothing had been done to help anyone else. The people in Zaun—himself.

The pain in his body had become unbearable most days, his body frail and weakening with every passing moment.

He wondered why you stuck around all these years, staying at his side as his health deteriorated. You weren’t married, children weren’t on the agenda, and all he did was spend countless hours in his lab with Jayce and Sky.

It wasn’t fair to you.

Yet, you stayed.

Stopping by with a home cooked meal that he picked at, or offering your presence for a few hours while you silently read at the table in his lab while he studied the glowing hexcore.

There was a particular week when Viktor lost all hope. Jayce, now head of the council, had spent less time with the research–in favour of protecting Piltover. A drastic turn of events from their previous shared hopes and aspirations, a way to help rather than hurt.

He sat at one of the aqueducts that sent water from Piltover into the fissures, looking out at the skyline and holding his weight onto his cane. His eyes were tired and cold, souless.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” you said calmly, causing Viktor to jolt and glance in your direction from the sudden intrusion, “Am I interrupting?”

“No,” he cleared his throat, attempting to sit up straighter with his hands still holding tightly to the handle of his cane, “needed some time to, eh… think.”

Sitting next to him on the ledge, you rested your cheek against his shoulder and a hand curved over his slender thigh.

“...about us?” Your voice was hushed, eyes watching the water stream below you.

Viktor’s eyes widened, shaky as he stared at you. You were nuzzled against him, the look of a sad pout covering your face. He could sense the insecurity radiating from you.

“About the hexcore,” he answered honestly, sighing as he pressed his lips against the top of your head, resting there as a fragile hand held the small of your back, “about hextech… I can’t seem to figure it out. It’s been weeks of nothing. It’s… it’s…”

You lifted your head up, lips twitching as you pressed a finger to Viktor’s lips, shushing him. Your eyes flickered between his.

“It’s eating you alive,” you finished his sentence, but not in the way he had intended.

Your heart was heavy for him. Any insecurities of yourself were long gone, and you understood the pain that Viktor was experiencing. It was defeat, feeling unworthy—terrified of death.

You felt terrible for even thinking it had anything to do with you.

“Kiss me,” you mumbled, the finger placed against his lips replaced by your thumb as you grazed it along his bottom lip. Your intent to distract him from the thoughts that weighed him down.

Viktor bore a quizzical look, brows knotting together as he blinked at you.

“Come on,” you murmured, “I think I deserve one. I haven’t seen you in days.”

The corners of his lips twitched, for once, his mind not clouded by thoughts of the hexcore. Instead, fixated on you and the way you looked at him so lovingly with your big doe eyes. How was he so lucky to have someone like you?

He dipped forward, your thumb dropping as his lips pressed to yours. A soft kiss, one that bridged the gap that had begun to split you apart. They moved together fluidly, one of his hands cupping your jaw, as yours pressed against the front of his shoulders.

“I love you,” Viktor murmured, breaking the kiss as your lips brushed together, “thank you… for staying.” His thanks were genuine, you could see the way the guilt flickered in his golden eyes.

“Kiss me again, and I’ll forgive you,” you smiled, closing your eyes as Viktor obliged, smiling against your lips.

[idontcaboose]

Luthor's Cricket

Part 1

Master post

“Are you sure this is going to work?” Lex asked for the nth time.

“Of course it will.” Said the cloaked figure.

Lex wasn't sure why the magic user bothered with the cloak, he had hired him by name after all. 

Gray Warden: 36 years old. Promotes himself as a psychopomp/medium that had pretty good reviews. 

Even from other magic users. Some of his other contacts confirmed that, while not strong in physical/destructive magic, he was an above average medium. His ability to summon spirits and other supernatural beings could be trusted, what he summoned was another story. 

Gray's usual clientele were people grieving loved ones, and the occasional ‘ghost hunter’ looking to ‘prove’ their existence. While not his main job, he did make a pretty penny off of the medium business. It didn't take much for Lex to hire him for a summoning, just a sob story about summoning a spirit to ‘help’ him ‘be better’ and a few thousand dollars. Lex knew most people would expect that would mean to have him act more like the utter buffoon Bruce Wayne, but really, he just wants to be better than Superman. 

Lex waited for Gray to get done drawing a circle on the wood table he had Lex provide and other “Spell components” he said. 

A solid wood table made from oak, ash, or thorne. Preferably oak and/or ash since this is a spirit for healing and new beginnings. When asked about the thorne wood, Gray blushed a bit and asked if he wished to Marry the spirit? Lex stopped asking questions after that. 

The highest quality of chalk available.

Stones of the birth month of Lex himself. When told it was a Sapphire, Gray got excited since that is apparently the perfect stone to summon a helpful spirit with.

And lastly, an object of Lex's choosing to help find the perfect spirit to ‘help’ Lex

Gray assured Lex that the spirit could not affect the world around them other than be heard and seen by those who called upon them. Once all of the preparations were complete Lex was beckoned over.

“So, to complete this ritual you will place your object in the center, with A Drop of your blood. Not two, not three, One. It is not enough to bind, but enough to identify. You will place your hand here, and here” Gray gestures to two symbols on one side of the table. “I will be powering these two symbols, and will call upon a spirit to show itself.

I will be very clear before we start. This is the first time I have done this ritual. I have seen it done twice by my mentor. I do not know exactly what will accept the summoning, but I have placed wards to keep malicious entities from hearing the call. Do you still wish to continue?” Gray asked.

Lex scoffed and placed a baseball sized chunk of Kryptonite on the table. “Let's see who we get.”

Within moments Gray was calling to the otherside, asking for a spirit to answer their call.

“Bro, did you seriously do the equivalent of pspssps'ing a Ghost over with candy?”

There were very few things that could make Lex blue screen. Watching a teenager floating lazily while licking the Kryptonite was one such thing. He had white hair, eyes as green as the rock he was nibbling on, and wearing a black and white suit that reminded Lex of the one the Flash wears.

Gray, apparently, took exception to that. “Excuse me? I don't just call spirits like stray cats!”

“My dude, you were just lacking a windowless van, you did give me free candy after all.” the kid pointed at Gray with the Kryptonite. 

“It's not candy, it's Kryptonite, and we summoned you to help me be better.” Lex stated. 

“Did you seriously summon me to be your Jiminy Cricket? Sure, I got time to waste.” The kid laughed. 

At those words a strange light linked from the kids chest to Lex's chest, glowing gold and toxic green. 

“What the fudg-”

“Lex!”

“Cancel the sum-”

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