Alchemy through contemplation
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Homophobes: be more masculine
Internet: lol
Poors: I wish i could afford to fill a log polished into a bathtub with whiskey to prove a point.
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A Prayer to Corners
Stone of the earth to hold the place
Song of the wind, dust displace
Surprise of the flame, searing grace
Salt of the sea, in deep embrace
A prayer to my corners from birth to death
Grounding my mind, finding my breath
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This is what the Murim and Wuxia coded Witches do, they just balance on the flat of the blade.
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Are we going on a field trip to the unincorporated territory where the chemical runoff mixed with someones pikachu plush and an old Yakov Smirnoff CD in a Walkman that you would call your parents spawned you? If so I bet you know all the interesting tourist traps!
would you trust me as your bus driver ?
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I do believe the kids these days say, "Slay Queen". Too bad Im a died in the blood Phyrexian :p

How they fit my whole life into a meme!?
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Intrusive thoughts are like stabs. You have a negative or cruel thought because of emotions or circumstance and when the stab retracts you can clean out the wound and let it heal, stop thinking about it or accept that it wasnt you but something put upon you that you need to process.
Runaway, daydream-like night terrors of intrusive thoughts are like nerve damage or scars that show up out of nowhere, either hurting blindly or outright numbing you. They persist and they cant just be ignored and when you realize they arent truly on you or a part of you it may be weeks, months or even years. They overwrite what you feel or know and sorting them out is chaos.
Sometimes you ride the storm, sometimes the thoughts are pleasant but you cant stop them anymore than the others, and sometimes you feel like the abyss staring at the human you once were because the thoughts are so strong and consistent that they feel real. They feel right.
You build rules, you make oaths, you treat your emotions and thought processes like an alzheimers patient treats memories. And when you slip, when you feel like you can never be "yourself" because you have to build yourself wholecloth daily and the anger and the paranoia and the mania and the uncontrollable mental images rule you and you just get tired... you slip. You act like the monster you're afraid of being seen as. Afraid of the cage you know theyll put you in.
Because there is no you. Just a story you tell others while all the fangs and claws that grow out of your head and heart just keep getting sharper, and all the sanding down and masking and safety foam tips wont stop you from slipping and hurting someone because sometimes those claws and fangs feel more right and real then anything youve ever done. And that loss of self to the things you arent to the things you are because you have to fight that decay daily isn't fair.
But you have to do it. Or else youre alone. Or else the cage. Or else you arent anything but claws and fangs. "Is it better to be born good or overcome your evil nature through tremendous effort?" I dont know. But I'll keep trying until I can't. Until all thats left is claws and fangs.
#Bipolar#ASPD#Mental health#intrusive thoughts#intrusive thinking#intrusive daydreaming#Control#Fear#Doubt#Good and evil#Right and wrong#Tired
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Too tired to function. Too wired to sleep. Too mired in thoughts. Too fired to focus.
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You get a call at 7 am. The meeting was moved up two hours. Your mind starts to blend the content into a strange tonal melange of clicks, piping and strange echo like singing. The coffee does nothing and thats when you realize... You got added to... The Corporate Call of Cthulhu.
#HR Lovecraft#Lovecraft#Cthulhu#Corporate Horror#Horror#Luckily the meeting was cut short due to the CEO having a boating accident mid-call
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Necromancy to brew beer
Necromancy to build mobile homes out of megafauna
Necromancy to build a rather insane supercomputer via soul cages
Necromancy to become a cleric/paladin by resurrecting enough a dead god for the power with none of the guilt.
Necromancy can be used for many things, like:
Necromancy used to heal
Necromancy used to fight diseases
Necromancy used to bring loved ones back together
Necromancy used to create bone armor
Necromancy used to save lives instead of destroy them
Necromancy used for immortality
Necromancy used to bring your enemies back and make them fight for you
Necromancy used in messed up experiments to see what can be done with a body before it breaks
Necromancy used to overthrow gods
Necromancy used to become divine
Necromancy used to-
#necromancy#fantasy#writing#writing ideas#worldbuilding#i just love necromancy in media#and i love when its diverse and used for multiple things
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I do love it when the risen retain their sense of self. This is delightful ^^
Friends! I have a task for you: my friend just recently started uploading a Webtoon for a contest and they put so much hard work into it and it is quite honestly one of my favorite webtoons I've had the motivation to read in a while.
Please go check it out, as it's AMAZING work! You will also laugh. It's on Webtoon and it's called Undead Living, and I have posted it below - a little slice of life of a few silly skeletons. Share with whoever you like because it made me giggle and kick my feet and we could all use some joy!
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Necromancy is a tool
That does damage when held by a fool
A deft hand of respect
Can probe and detect
What lines will cross the rule.
Thoughts on necromancy?? I think it gets a bad rep
Necromancy is fine and well
But consider the toll of every spell
To work on the weave between death and life
splits at your soul like a wood carver's knife
So for the first time or two its not a big deal
but now you know why sane liches aren't real
#necromancy#wizard#wizardposting#wizardblogging#wizard shit#rhymes#Good clerics of death use necromancy#Necromancy ethics
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The script is old but I've seen enough "Send this email to five other people for good luck or be cursed" chain mails to know the jist without a full translation.
𒊮𒄾𒆬𒅅𒃲𒌺𒌓
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Proof of the Soul 3
The strength of the current did not make the construct budge, and their will will to grasp the sack firm kept it in place as well. Merev lost their family once. Never again. A faint green glow emanted from the bag at that thought, but the sounds from above caught their attention first. Merev leaned back into the shadow and dirt of the deep crick of a ravine and the crowd of faces and their torchlight from above were just as obscured to Merev as they were to the crowd.
As the sounds died down and the crowd retreated with their dim torchlight, Merev sunk deeper into the water, letting the sound of the current drown out the sounds of the past.
#fantasy#magic#necromancy#writing#writeblr#writers on tumblr#Proof of the Soul#I let my Tinnitus drown out the bad thoughts
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"I think 'Good' is a fundamentally flawed way to look at oneself. Did you do something good? Did you do something evil? Did you sit there and do nothing? Just do something at least decent tomorrow and live in that moment, even for a second, then ask yourself; do I feel good?"
"I'm not as good as you think."
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Proof of the Soul 2
The voices grew louder as the heavy footfalls left more than footprints in Merev's wake. Branches flattened, rocks embedded themselves in the hard dirt and leaves became dust. The light of the smoke and the flames faded from sight but the voices stayed even as Merev pressed on. The earth ahead cracked apart as an underground river exposed to the sky swallowed their next step and the massive weight crashed into the water below.
The stream caught on their sack and their form, and the black scorches caked on both began to wash away.
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Proof of the Soul 1
Merev sat on a hill, his metal hand clasped firm on the sack he filled moments prior, looking at the stars for the first time and wondering if the last few hours of chaos were worth it. The bag's contents rattled and scraped as he got up, the smooth motion almost making the bag itself swing. The open world seemed to require many swift movements, and at the sound of what could only be spectators to the massive explosion where plumes of smoke rose to replace the waste of a facility, more swift movements would be needed.
For the first time, Merevliashen ran.
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Anklets because you can hide them better as no one grabs a wizard by the legs because they're usually so light you just grab then by the arm or head. Need art of someone grabbing a wizard by the head now.
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