seer-of-the-dammed

[seer-of-the-dammed]

this user has an intense fear of women due to ptsd

[seer-of-the-dammed]

this user has an intense fear of women due to ptsd

[seer-of-the-dammed]

this user has an intense fear of women due to ptsd

[seer-of-the-dammed]

this user has an intense fear of women due to ptsd

[seer-of-the-dammed]

lvl7:

Gosh, he picks up on these things quick. Hayato shakes his head.

“Ah… they will be I just need some time.” He’s lead to a sit and sits awkwardly, after a long moment he points to the mantle, now holding a smaller urn next the larger one. 

“Zephyr Sr.- ah… went the way of his trainer. Unceremoniously. I just… found him on the ground one morning and-…” he lets out a long breath. “And I just… I guess I’ve never dealt with my dad’s passing.” he leans back then and covered his eyes with his hands. 

       Oh. Morty just held the other a bit tighter, rubbing his back. “If it is any consolation, I do not sense any new spirits around... his death must have been peaceful, free of suffering.” Well, that wasn’t entirely true- it could’ve been hard on the poor bird- but hey, if it would make Hayato feel better, Morty didn’t feel bad stretching the truth just a little bit.

       But gods... the poor thing. “Hey... it’s okay. Death is hard, even for someone around it as much as I. You are allowed to still be in pain; anyone who says you need to move on in a certain amount of time doesn’t know what they’re talking about. It’s okay to hurt.”

[seer-of-the-dammed]

lvl7:

It was… nice to see Morty actually. Hayato was glad he stopped bye. He had spent so much of the recent time alone that being in an embrace like this was… comforting. Hayato better hugs the man, maybe a bit tightly and buries his face into Morty’s chest.

Maybe he needed someone around. Things seemed so empty recently.

       ... Something was wrong. “Hey... is everything okay?” Ever so gently, Morty led the other to a seat, still holding him, still offering comfort. Fuck... did something happen recently? He couldn’t remember. Couldn’t remember anything, really, but oh well.

       Slowly, he started rocking the other gym leader back and forth, ready to give him whatever comfort he needed.

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lvl7:

“Ah!- Uh… I’ve been alright.” He looks up at Morty, that face he has right now can’t help but make him smile. “What’s got you so cheery today?”

       “Honestly? Seeing you!” He gently hung onto the other, letting his eyes close, relishing in the closeness and the contact. Friends... friends were so good. Knowing here, in his arms, was someone who enjoyed his company? That was very nice.

[seer-of-the-dammed]

@lvl7

       "I've been doing awesome! How about you?" Morty was just a little bundle of sunshine today, wasn't he?

[seer-of-the-dammed]

☆

[seer-of-the-dammed]

   “ the moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease forever to be able to do it. ”

[seer-of-the-dammed]

#anyone wanna make a eusine for me

i mean... ive sorta had the muse for him for a while... idk if id be up for making icons (if someone could find me some thatd be wonderful) but... yeah, i could def do it

[seer-of-the-dammed]

"Hey, uh... my dad told me you told him something concerning stars and gods? Care to elaborate on that?" He has an idea, but he kinda wanted to hear it from the guy himself.

       “Oh yeah... apologize to him for me, please? I didn’t mean to confuse the poor guy. But yeah, I said ‘your name is one that will be passed down in history by those who study stars and gods.’ Er, family name. At the very least.” He thought that was enough explanation.

[seer-of-the-dammed]

son-of-skarmory:

The firm click of the door closing was a massive relief, but now more than ever, Falkner was intent on wearing the magic out. He couldn’t go seal the door in this state, so the sooner this episode was over, the better. With that in mind, he forced more of the energy out through his hands,which cycled back almost immediately into his body.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, it weakened enough that he could dispel it almost harmlessly. It dispersed in ripples, dropping books and creating an eerie stillness in the air. The glow around the windows faded. And in the center of all of it was the magus.

Falkner stumbled to his feet, huffing and almost dazed. His balance was near non-existent, but he made his way to the door, clinging tight to the handle as he opened it. And then his eyes fell on his guest…

“…Morty…” His heart sank. “I…I am sorry you had to see me like that…” The magus knew he couldn’t maintain control forever. couldn’t stop those outbursts, but it still felt him feeling guilty. At times like these, it was best to change the subject.

“You, ah…I imagine that you came for a counsel…Am I correct? I can put on some tea…”

       Feeling the energy disperse was a relief to him as well, and he turned a tired smile on the other, wanting to hug him but mindful of how he probably wanted some space.

       “No worries. It was a minor thing, you look like you need the rest more... How about I fix us some tea instead? It would be best for you to sit down, rest a bit. I’ve heard of something on my travels that I think might interest you, though. Maybe even take some of your load off.” It was nothing more than a rumor, and Morty had thought it wouldn’t be of any use to anyone other than those keeping mages as prisoners, but... well, if it worked here, it could potentially give Falkner some much-needed rest from his own magic. Or so he hoped.

       But for the moment, he headed into the kitchen area. Time to make that tea.

[seer-of-the-dammed]

Most of the time when I see a post about male abuse victims, there will be this…one specific type of feminist who’s overly eager to comment on it. She’ll say things like ‘I support male abuse victims!!!’ but it kind of rings hollow, because if you look at her blog, she will reblog posts about how only women know what it’s like to feel afraid while walking alone, or use ‘he’ when referring to all abusers and ‘she’ when referring to all victims.

Just because I’m also a feminist doesn’t mean I’m not going to point out your hypocrisy. You can’t claim to care about abused men and boys if you try to simplify abuse into men hurting women. You can’t pretend that the same frightening situations that women face only happen to women.

Equality for women means acknowledging and fairly punishing women who are cruel and abusive. Don’t pretend that women are universally loving and supportive and that everyone feels safe around them. Remember that some people are triggered by women shouting at them or touching them, and it’s because they’re traumatised, not because they’re misogynists.

And especially remember that just because women are the most common victims of violence doesn’t mean that they are the only ones.

[seer-of-the-dammed]

       Said visitor stopped in his tracks, looking over the scene, trying to make a good assessment. Although he wasn’t a magus himself, he was sure sensitive to magics, and knew exactly what was going on. When he’d last found the magus, he wasn’t so consumed, but now...

       With a sigh, he walked out, willing to wait a ways away until Falkner calmed himself down. Gods, this was a mess... he’d originally come for counsel, but it seemed the magus wouldn’t be able to give much help in such a state- and Falkner seemed to need the other’s help more. No, he would wait, would come back once the energies died down, would see if Falkner would accept his help.

Countless Murkrow were circling the house, creating all sorts of commotion. The pecked at the windows, but none opened. The blue glow around them betrayed the magic keeping them shut.

Inside, Falkner was on his knees in his study, his arms wrapped around himself. Papers, books, and all manner of materials whipped around him, but he didn’t dare raise a hand to try to stop them. He couldn’t; dark magic, raw and aggressive, was coursing through his veins, stronger than he was used to. Any gesture would give it direction, leading to terrible destruction.

So he kept his grip tight on his arms, the magic feeding back into his body in a cycle that had the magus trembling.

‘Just…just have to let it wear itself out…it always does. It always will…’

But his concentration was broken by the distinct sound of the front door creaking open. The door, he’d forgotten to seal the door! And now someone was walking right into danger.

Unable to move from his spot, Falkner doubled over, eyes squeezed shut as he desperately tried to keep control.

“St-stop!” Cried the necromancer to the visitor. “Do not…Do not come near me. It is not safe. I am not safe. Please…go!”

[seer-of-the-dammed]

       “I’ll come back some other time.” And Morty turned and left.

Countless Murkrow were circling the house, creating all sorts of commotion. The pecked at the windows, but none opened. The blue glow around them betrayed the magic keeping them shut.

Inside, Falkner was on his knees in his study, his arms wrapped around himself. Papers, books, and all manner of materials whipped around him, but he didn’t dare raise a hand to try to stop them. He couldn’t; dark magic, raw and aggressive, was coursing through his veins, stronger than he was used to. Any gesture would give it direction, leading to terrible destruction.

So he kept his grip tight on his arms, the magic feeding back into his body in a cycle that had the magus trembling.

‘Just…just have to let it wear itself out…it always does. It always will…’

But his concentration was broken by the distinct sound of the front door creaking open. The door, he’d forgotten to seal the door! And now someone was walking right into danger.

Unable to move from his spot, Falkner doubled over, eyes squeezed shut as he desperately tried to keep control.

“St-stop!” Cried the necromancer to the visitor. “Do not…Do not come near me. It is not safe. I am not safe. Please…go!”

[seer-of-the-dammed]

displaced-fairy:

“Oh!” Straitening up a bit from his slouchy position, he smiled some, tilting his head. ‘Oh! That’s why you look familiar… I -um- I never did any gym challenges myself, but I’ve read a lot on it.”

Pausing, he took a deep breath, the candle’s scent definitely relaxing him. Whatever was in those, he was grateful for them. “Yeah.. yeah, I suppose so. I’m Asch. Man… what is in those candles? It smells really nice…”

       “Lots of herbs... though I don’t recommend using them. They draw spirits to them, and it’s not good to have a lot of them in one place unless it’s for a ritual like this.” And sure enough, he could See them coming closer, drawn by the scent. A small smile, and he sat in the middle of the circle, ready to start.

       “If I start acting like, scary weird, do me a favor and hit me over the head with something. These spirits don’t seem to be malicious, but better safe than sorry.”