#<- i'll probably use this for any pictures i post of the bracelets i make bc i'm probably going to be annoying about this for a few months

[vinnymauro]

i wanna hear more about these friendship bracelets!!! how do you make them and how did you get into making them?

hi!! so i've been doing this on and off since the mid 90s/early 00s. but i wasn't good at it and could only make very simple ones. youtube is something i did not have before now so it means i can try something new!! i think it was a combination of summer daycare and my sisters being 10 & 8 years older than me, so i just remember summers of friendship bracelets. like depending on which age my sisters were. then i would pick it up periodically, like in high school and about 7 years ago i worked in a mall near a michaels so i picked it up again.

before i link you a couple of comprehensive videos i do want to say i haven't watched all of them in full considering i already knew the basics, i just need to learn patterns and whatnot. but i think they'll be so helpful for any new beginner.

beginner's guide to bracelet making by masha knots. there are SO many resources in the description and the video is broken down in segments for easy browsing. there are a lot of different tutorials on the page as well i'll probably be looking into the channel a little bit more when i decide to try alpha bracelets. this chevron tutorial is one i've followed and it was very easy. i think this one also shows you how to undo a knot that got messed up which is helpful!!

this is a very good video on how to tie the different knots you make by knotliketheothers. it's slow and easy to follow. i attempted this loop and chevron video.

honestly, i think it's just a fun little hobby!! i'm currently waiting for my day off so i can go buy more embroidery floss (it's really inexpensive tbh they sell like 50 packs for abt 6 dollars?) and hopefully an organizer bc for some reason i decided that keeping everything in a plastic bag for like 7 years was a good idea. it's a lot of fun to just sit and make these knots. i just started doing this again maybe like 2 days ago and i'm already making a third bracelet. and my best friend wants me to make her two (it's why i need floss bc i don't have the right shades of pink/magenta for pan pride or bi pride for that matter). below i'll attach a picture of the two i've made and the start of the third. i hope that you think about possibly doing this if you need something quiet to do.

another thing, i would look into getting a clipboard because tape is sometimes very annoying to work with. what keeps me wonky i think is just like where i'm placed bc my desk table is curved. anything to keep you able to be straight and keep some tension is super helpful!!

the black orange purple green one is inspired by halloween, oogie boogie and motionless in white's deadstream ii. the other one is bi colors but like. not exact. which is why i need more floss!! also im still not that great at it but practice makes perfect. also bob ross taught me that you don’t make mistakes, you make happy little accidents.

[onlyangel4]

smile for the camera. cm punk.

cm punk x social media admin!reader

synopsis: the brand new quirky social media admin should get on cm punk's nerves, however he can't help but find her a breath of fresh air.

faceclaim: devon lee carlson

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y/ninsta posted a story

written: bringing rhearipley_wwe a coffee so she doesn't get pissed off by my silly little questions.

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"hi pookie fancy answering some questions for a tik tok", you spoke as you looked over at cm punk leant up against the wall.

if it was anyone else asking the answer would have been who the fuck are you calling pookie, go annoy someone else i have a match to prepare for. but as it was you asking that all came out as, "of course babygirl"

a light blush dusted your cheeks at the nickname, you just hoped that punk wouldn't notice it. but of course he did.

you smiled pulling your phone out of your pocket, cm instantly noticed the cute red cherry phone case that matched your manicured nails, could your vibe be any more opposite to his.

your nails tapped against the screen pulling tik tok up and getting ready to film, "these are very stupid questions that have nothing to do with wrestling at all"

"i wouldn't expect anything else from you"

you held your phone out clicking record.

"so i'm here with mr cm punk and he is going to answer MY pressing questions", you spoke with a smile on your lips

"let's start off with an easy one. would you rather fight 100 duck sized drew mcintyres or one drew mcintrye sized duck"

punk burst out laughing, "that's the easy one?", you nod from behind the camera

"i think one drew mcintrye would fight better than drew mcintyre and actually challenge me, that would be a good match", it was your turn to giggle.

"i thought you would pick the other option so you could just step on drew mcintrye 100 times"

"okay next question, If you were a dog, what breed would you be? I think you'd be a grumpy bulldog, but like… a cute one."

punk cocked an eyebrow at that question and just laughed, "do you ask everyone these same questions"

"yeah i accidentally called dom a chihuahua once, he won't be in my content anymore"

"that's my girl", punk smirked, "i like to think i'd be a german shepherd or something but you are probably right"

"and last one, if i made friendship bracelets for the entire locker room would you wear it?"

"i'd be jealous that everyone else got one, i thought what we have is special"

"sorry punkie i've got other bitches", you laughed before cutting the video and putting your phone back in your pocket.

"thank you for that, i know they are silly but i like filming content like that"

"if you like it, that makes it not silly", he spoke to you giving you a genuine smile, as a crew member approached telling him it was almost time for him to go on.

"i'll see you later alright, darling", he said smiling.

"i better get that friendship bracelet the next time i see you", he called over his shoulder.

y/ninsta

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y/ninsta: happy rumble day to those that celebrate. enjoy a photo dump from the last few weeks

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y/ninsta: gonna make it my lockscreen

cmpunk: i see you are giving people the content they deserve

y/ninsta: i'm the people's princess

wwerollins: i'm this close to sending you a cease and desist

y/ninsta: i won't read it

user1: and this is why we love y/n

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the men's rumble had just finished and you had just gotten done filming a video of both charlotte and jey together, something a little bit more professional than you were used to but it had gone well.

this had not been the outcome that you had really wanted. you loved jey like a brother but you knew how much winning the rumble meant to punk. when you were touring you would often swing by his hotel room and just sit and chat with him for hours. he had become one of your best friends in the sport, your personalities bounced off each other perfectly and he didn't think that you were weird or anything. he just liked spending time with you and you liked spending time with him. so of course you were a little disappointed for him but you knew that he would come back better than ever.

after leaving the room that you had been in with charlotte and jey you reached a traffic jam, a whole group of worried looking crew members stood around triple h. you found stephanie and walked over to her, "what is going on?"

"punk won't leave the room, we heard crashing and he won't let anyone in", she spoke brow furrowed with worry.

"can i try?", you asked cautiously

"you can try"

you took a careful step forward to the door knocking on it.

"fuck off", punk called out from the other side of the door.

"it's me", you spoke voice gentle but firm. and for a moment nothing happened and you were sure that you were going to be ignored like everyone else but the lock of the door clicked.

"come in y/n", he spoke voice sounding broken.

you looked at steph who nodded at you telling you to go in, so you opened the door and stepped into the threshold.

you looked around the room seeing that he had tossed tables upside down and even shattered a few glasses, "i see you have been redecorating"

that comment received a soft laugh from punk as he looked at you, "i thought i had that win in the bag", he spoke running a hand over his face.

"i know", you spoke as you moved to him placing your hands on his shoulders, "but this is not the last wrestlemania ever, there will be other ones"

"and what i don't main event them"

"then you are still fucking cm punk, i don't what you have heard but you are kind of a legend in the community", you spoke and he laughed, properly this time.

"how do you always know what to say"

"i just say whatever stupid thing comes in my head", you said truthfully and he looked down at you.

"it is not stupid at all, you are smarter than you know", he spoke his eyes lingering on your lips for a moment.

and that was when it happened. he pressed the softest of kisses to your lips, it was as if he was worried that he may scare you away.

but you weren't scared at all. you kissed him back softly even deepening it before you slowly pulled away to look at him.

"was that okay?"

"that was more than okay"

and that was how you ended up dating cm punk.

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written: my second ever ple omg

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catering was so busy, everyone may not be partaking in the elimination chamber but pretty much every superstar on both brands were at the chamber. ples were massive events for the community and everyone tried to get to attend as many as possible, even if they were just going to be watching for backstage.

punk was currently waiting for you to come and join him for lunch. you walked into catering but you got distracted by tiffany and trish calling your name calling you over to talk about something. punk didn't mind he was used to your easily distracted nature.

what he did not like was the conversation that errupted next to him between grayson waller and austin theory.

"man i don't even know how she got hired", theory started

"i barely understand a word that ever leaves her mouth, she must be a stray hunter picked up on the side of the road", waller continued and both men started laughing obnoxiously and cm punk glared at them.

"what you looking at punk", waller spoke.

"just two idiots", punk continued

"i'm surprised you too get on, she talks way too modern for an old timer like you", waller continued digging his own grave.

"she may say slay a lot but she is a hell of a lot more interesting than you two", he spoke and shoved waller's shoulder causing waller to shove him back.

the rest of catering began realising that a fight was about to break out.

punk got one hard right hand punch to waller's face before cody forced himself between both of the men. with cody's distraction you grabbed punk's arm, "what the fuck are you doing getting in fights", you whisper shouted at the man as you pulled him down a random hallway.

"they were talking about you"

"you got in a fight because someone said something bad about me"

he nodded

"that's kinda hot"

and in that moment punk realised that it didn't matter whether he won the chamber or not. he had you and that was all that mattered.

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cmpunk: may not have won the chamber but i'm happier than ever

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y/ninsta: love you pookie

cmpunk: are you ever going to stop calling me that

y/ninsta: never

rhearipley_wwe: got yourself a good one there mate

cmpunk: oh i am well aware

user3: omg i could have never predicted this ever

user4: her and larry is the cutest thing ever

user5: i know they are so different but this kind of just makes sense to me

[factcheckingmclennon]

john giving paul a bracelet: fact or fiction?

a lot of mclennon fics feature this silver ID bracelet of paul being given to him by john

so did john give paul a metal bracelet with his name on it?

this one is completely just a theory which lands it in

not too crazy much to get into source wise w this one because it's solidly theory/headcanon territory but i'll explain anyway for anyone that doesn't know The Bracelet Lore!

this one comes at me from @life-under-calico-skies :

Hello! First of all; THANK YOU for your blog! Omg! It was much needed! My question is; did John really give THE bracelet to Paul? It makes sense bc of the timing and when Paul wears it or not - so I WANT to believe it so bad. But I don't think I ever saw ONE reliable source saying that he once gave him a bracelet (or any other jewel, for that matter)

first of all thank YOU! i'm glad you enjoy the blog <3

but you're totally right- there's nothing other than the timing/when paul wears it and as near as i can tell, there's no source on it whatsoever, just people tinhatting. so we can't necessarily say it's Untrue, but it's a bit like speculating that they started a sexual relationship in hamburg or that x song was written about y... there's not much in the way of proving one way or another, unless paul comes out and says something different

with that SAID if someone says "john gave paul a bracelet" THAT'S definitely misinformation (intentional or not ofc). it's not fact. it's just a theory & i think somewhere that got a bit lost in translation? but anyway i'll break down what you mean by the timeline so others know wtf we're talking about here lmao

the theory

paul has/had a silver identity bracelet with his name on it. the theory goes that john gave it to him in paris or on paul's 21st bday & paul wore it on and off throughout his life

there's not much to back this up but there's also not much against it? so if you want to believe it that's fully your prerogative. me personally, i think it's a nice thought/headcanon and don't really Believe one way or the other, i just like the idea of it for like fics and shit

so the timeline...

this is the source for the Main pic people use to show the inscription. these pictures were presumably take in late 1963 and published in october of the same year

which also means this one could be earlier as it's also from '63 and the Only place i can find it is on a 1993 trading card saying it was from a "1963 publicity shoot" but i can't find any other photos from the shoot or which shoot it was to tell you what month that was lmao

there's also this photo from his 21st birthday party with it, which is Probably the earliest of these two:

which I honestly think is the Most likely time he would've received it, whether from jane or john or whoever else.

and as for the Rest of the timeline i'm pulling from a now deleted post by @ swaying-daisies who seems to have deactivated or changed urls but here's the post anyway. you can see him still wearing it in the 70s, although he stopped wearing it around 1967 for a while it seems

and then you can see it again in anthology:

as for where he got it all he's ever said was this:

"Dear Paul, I waited for three hours in line to see A Hard Day's Night and I thought it was just marv. What wrist do you wear your gold ID bracelet on and where did you get it?" Patricia Parrish BARSTOW, CALIF. "Dear Pat, Glad you enjoyed the film. We've almost finished work on our second movie now- and it's in color this time. Hope everyone enjoys it. I'm left-handed, so it is much easier to wear my watch on my right wrist. Therefore, the bracelet is on my left wrist. Where did I get it? Let's just say it has close sentimental value."

i've seen people say that there's pictures of him from Before 1963 with the bracelet on, but i can't find them.

so the options come down to: it was a gift from jane, it was a gift from john, it was a gift from his mother, or it was a gift from one of his other relatives

a couple of reasons people doubt the jane aspect is that he continued to wear it into the 70s & then ofc people claim that he had it before he met her. i can't find any evidence of him having the bracelet before jane, so i take that with a grain of salt. i'd think for me personally the only thing discounting it from being from jane is the fact the he still wore it during anthology. if it were just the 70s, that might be hand-waved away because it can still take a bit to get rid of everything an ex gave you. but by anthology, he definitely would've been over it.

people also point to him being cagey and saying "let's just say it has close sentimental value" as a reason it's Not from jane, but honestly i don't find that very compelling because at the time of this letter he was still like. out as being with jane, but it was peak beatlemania when they were supposed to be appearing single & approachable. so if it was from jane, i don't think he'd say that here either.

the oooonly other point against it being from jane is simply that i've seen people assert they "know for a fact" that it's from jane because people had matching sweetheart bracelets back then- but she's never seen wearing one. but that's just against them having matching ones, i really don't know if she gave it to him or not.

i don't see any reason that it wouldn't be from a family member that's not his mom, though. if it were his mom, there definitely would've been photos of him wearing it long before 1963. so For Me it comes down to john or another family member. jane is also still a strong possibility to me, although like i said the anthology bit throws a wrench in that for me, unless that's a different bracelet completely. or who knows, maybe he got attached to it outside of her- i've definitely kept things from exes long after i give a shit about them if i'm being honest.

another piece people like to throw in is that in both of the photos of him wearing it after his and john's split, he's wearing it on his right wrist rather than his left, like a widower would if it were a ring. not convincing to me honestly, but it's a part of The Whole Theory/Headcanon bit

others also speculate it could be from ringo! ringo had a similar one and I wouldn't be too surprised if paul liked his so he got him one for his 21st. definitely An option to consider!

also, if anyone knows the exact date on that teeth brushing photo that would be lovely. or if anyone happens to have a photo of him with the bracelet from Before he met jane.

but yeah tl;dr: it's theory, if anyone says it's for sure fact they are misinformed or just really want to believe it. no one knows who gave paul that bracelet and i doubt we'll ever know, so have fun.

[alllgator-blood]

I have ten billion WIP sketches I need to finish, but for some reason I stayed up from 9 PM to 4 AM conceptualizing, making patterns, sewing, painting and applying makeup on this stupid fucking felt squid......the detailing needs to be cleaned up cause there's only one coat of paint so far, but he's pretty much done

my neighbors probably think I'm insane because I was running around the yard clenching this toy kallamar in a death grip and flying him around like an airplane/putting him in the barbecue/poking him with a stick. I want to tie him to a string and recreate the opening of napoleon dynamite >:) ALSO I MADE HIM SMOKE OUT OF A STUPID CRYSTAL PIPE BUT PLEASE DON'T ACTUALLY USE THOSE, THEY ARE SUPER TOXIC LMAO MINE IS FOR DECORATION

I don't have any process pics because I had tunnel vision autism style and forgot the rest of the universe existed while I was working on him. BUT if you're curious I'll ramble below the cut

Okay I am not a seamstress by any means. I've sewn my entire life but very, very infrequently. I've done plushies, clothes, cosplays, fursuits, accessories, etc. but I only do one like once a year, so while I planned to make all 5 bishops, I'm not really sure I'll get them all done. The material cost was like 20 bucks tops so I'm not too upset if I don't finish them. I AT LEAST WANT TO GET SHAMURA OR HEKET DONE.

here is the concept sketch ft. heket's toes and shamura's fingers. I decided to do his pre-schism version so I could fit him with jewelry! I did him first because like I said I sew infrequently and don't know wtf I'm doing, everyone else seemed a lot more complicated.

So I basically just traced this drawing on a printer paper-sized canvas in SAI, and guesstimated how everything would look in a 3D space. His head is four pieces, one triangle identical to the one in the picture, two wide triangles that are sewn together in the back, and a circle for his chin. You can't really see it in any of the pics but he's literally like a black cylindrical stick with little tentacles sewn on where his mantle connects to his cloak. The leg tentacles are one piece of felt that look like tassels, where they're connected by a rectangle but branch off into individual pieces. He can't stand up very well, so his cape keeps him up (that's gonna be an issue for every other bishop too except heket cause she's gonna be ROUND). Mostly everything like the crown, cloak, head, etc. are cones so I just had to make a lot of wide triangles.

For the details, I just used acrylic paint that was watered down so he's not especially crunchy, and for the blush tone I used a makeup palette my mom bought me 10 years ago in hopes I'd get in touch with my "feminine side", but I grew up into a nonbinary butch lesbian so OOPS. Kallamar looks better with makeup than me anyway. I'm kinda sad I couldn't get his freckles as lopsided as I draw them but it probably looks better in plush form to have them even anyway....

I could just post the pattern so I don't have to explain this but 1. I am mentally ill about the thought of my kallamar being in someone else's house and 2. the original pattern had to be tweaked while I was working on him so the final pattern straight up doesn't exist, I winged it the whole time

OH and the jewelry is just scrap pieces I had laying around, I might repaint it all to be gold instead of silver + bronze. I used 20g aluminum wire for his armlet thing, jumper rings for his earrings + ring (+ a diamond dot from my mom's kits for the gem) and chain for the bracelet. I made him an amulet as well but it felt like overkill so I took it off. I'm probably gonna make him a plague doctor mask and medicine bag sometime because I think about nurse kallamar more than I probably should :') I've already sewn one as a prop for a toy raven before so it shouldn't be too hard

[airplanned]

If there was a Me for You extra bonus scene!

Does it fit into any of the one-shots? No! Did I write it even though I'd said I wasn't writing fic this week? Yes!

Someone commented that they were bummed they didn't get to see the crew's reaction to finding out the big secret. So here you go! Post-Whole Cake.

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No one is giving Sanji much space, and he is entirely okay with that.  Luffy has snuggled up next to him on the bench, close enough that he would probably be in Sanji's lap had Chopper not gotten there first, and Luffy looks like he's seriously considering slowly shoving the reindeer out of the way, despite how Chopper is currently rubbing antiseptic on a cut on Sanji's forehead.  Brook sits next to him at the table, yet still manages to hover, and Nami is pacing, but never gets more than five feet away.  She's bristling, and it makes him feel both chastised and loved. 

"Take this off.  I need to see your wrist," Chopper says, and somehow it takes four of them to pull Sanji's ridiculous white jacket off his shoulders.  In just his shirt, he feels like he's better able to breathe, and he rolls up his right sleeve to the elbow to show Chopper, who hisses a the bruising and the skin rubbed raw around his soulmark. 

That cuff sucked.

"This ointment needs to be spread on it.  Can I do it, or would you like to do it yourself?"

"I'll do it!" Luffy announces, and grabs the tube from the table.  He grins up at Sanji and says, "I've never seen yours before."

And who can argue with that?  There's something deeply intimate letting Luffy touch his wrist.  Hell, even letting Luffy see his wrist is a big deal for him.  It's embarrassing and wonderful, and his crew loves him so much.  With a red face, he clears his throat and looks away.

The ointment is cold and goopy, and Luffy's treatment isn't what you would call gentle.  Is stings as it goes on and then numbs, his entire arm relaxing for the first time in weeks.

"Where's your watch?" Nami asks.

Sanji cringes.  "They broke it.  When they put on the--"  He gestures meaninglessly with his finger, but can't say the words.  It doesn't matter.  They all seem to understand. 

Her face crumples before she pulls herself back together.  "I'm sorry.  Do you...will you want something else to cover it?  I know they're not your style, but I'm not really using my old bracelets."  She waves her bare wrist, where the black swirls stand out against her pale skin.  "If you want them."

It's one of the kindest things anyone has ever offered him.  He has to blink a few times and swallow hard before offering up a crooked smile that's not supposed to be crooked.  "I think I'd like to let it breathe a bit."

Her eyebrows lift.  His smile evens out a bit, even as heat rises in his face.

"You do need to let it breathe," Chopper admonishes.

"Why are there diamonds?" Luffy asks.  His face is way too close to Sanji's wrist.  Close enough that he's probably breathing in the fumes from the ointment.

"Oh, uh.  It's--"

"It's none of your business, Luffy," Nami says.

"No, it's alright.  It's, um, negative space."  He traces the pattern with a finger, hovering just over his skin so as not to disturb the goop and not call Zoro.  "It's not black diamonds.  It's white Xs."

"Oh!  Like those pictures. Where sometimes its a candlestick and sometimes it's two faces."

"Optical illusions," Brook supplies.

"I suppose," Sanji says.

"Cool," Luffy says.  Then, "Oh I get it!  It's Wado."

"Luffy!" Nami shouts.

"What?"  The captain looks up at Sanji, who's holding very still, then back to Nami.  "What?"

"You're--How did you know that?"

Luffy looks genuinely confused, then lifts Sanji's arm to show her.  "You know the criss-cross-y part on the hilt of Zoro's sword?  It looks like that.  I mean...his is white, and Sanji's kinda pink, but--"

"Zoro's sword?" Chopper asks, suddenly sitting up straight and leaning forward to get a better look too.

Nami gives Luffy a sharp, tight-lipped look.  "That's a secret, Luffy."

"No, it's not.  They had first sight on Alabasta.  We all saw it."

Sanji points at him.  "See!  We told you all.  It's not a secret."

Luffy nods guilelessly.

Chopper's little mouth falls open as he gapes up at Sanji.  (And, yeah, those big eyes make him feel a touch guilty.)

"You did not tell everyone!" Nami argues.  "We all knew that first sight was Vivi."

"Yeah!" Chopper squeaks.

"Oh, yeah, that makes sense," Luffy says, squinting up at the ceiling deep in thought.  For a moment, Sanji wonders if Luffy is dumb enough that he somehow thought Sanji and Zoro had held off on first sight for a whole month of being crewmates.  But then he shrugs.  "Well, it makes sense they would want to have Vivi let them try again.  Their real one must not have been very good.  With Zoro dying and everything."

Sanji clears his throat.

"They didn't have first sight when Zoro was dying!  They had first sight at the table at the restaurant!"

Luffy frowns and blinks at her.

Sanji bites his lips and winces when her sharp look tuns on him.  "That's...when Zoro had first sight.  Yes."

She stares at him for a long moment.  Then her face falls in aggrieved disgust when it clicks together.  "You two are so stupid!  Honestly, you deserve each other."

It's insane that that makes him kinda happy.

"Wait!  Sanji and Zoro are soulmates?!  Like really?" Chopper shrieks.

He looks so upset that Sanji's knee-jerk response is, "Maybe?"

"You kept it from me!"  The little reindeer is now standing in his lap, shoving his chest with his front hoves, and he should probably be grateful he hasn't switched to heavy point and thrown him in the water.

"I thought you knew!  You're the only one who's seen my soulmark!"

"Your soulmark is a row of diamonds!"  Then Chopper gasps, and claps his hooves over his mouth.  "Zoro's soulmark is fish."  His butt starts to wiggle in excitement, tears building in his eyes.  Sanji hugs him closer.

And if there's a hug involved, Luffy needs to get in on it.  Next thing Sanji knows, his captain's head is on his shoulder and one of his legs is slung over Sanji's lap.

"What about you," Nami demands, jerking her chin at Brook.

"Oh, I assumed they were soulmates before I joined the crew.  But then everyone told me they weren't, and I didn't know what to think.  It was all very confusing.  It still is."  He takes a sip of tea.

Chopper is crying.  Sanji moves to pet him, but remembers at the last second that he has to do it with his left hand rather than his right.  He doesn't want the goop to get on his fur.

[starsurfacemortalkombat]

Middle space reader with CG Johnny cage (mk1 and mk11?, separately)

also maybe CG sindel and CG Shao Kahn (mk11, together) with middle space reader?

I'll post the other one some time later. :3

Also, do you have have any middlespace activity suggestions? I never know what to write for it :(

Btw, there's some curse word mentions in here, but nothing too bad

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Johnny Cage MK1 w/ Middlespace Regressor Hcs

⭐️ Really good with middlespace regressors!!

⭐️ A bigger kid? Awesome! There's so many fun activities you two can do!!

⭐️ If you like doing your nails, he'd get, and learn, how to do nails on you and him

⭐️ It takes many attempts, the results are . . . there, and it's totally not, very much mostly, his fault <3

⭐️ I'm not saying he'd let you curse all the time . . . But definitely some times 😎 

⭐️ Like, he didn't hear that naughty word, must have never happened! (he thinks he's cool by letting you slide most time since your bigger) (unless you curse often while regressed, he won't do it around you, but its chill)

⭐️ Big kids can watch scary movies, so he defiantly let's some more pg13+ (and a very select few rated R) movies slide

⭐️ ^ Nothing too bad or gory, he won't let all movies slide

⭐️ . . . His movies are definitely on the ay-okay list

⭐️ He also thrives for teen drama movies, no cap

⭐️ Dress up? Nah, nah, cosplay! (Big kid dress up)

⭐️ He's got a bunch personally, closet cosplays one of his favorite big kid activities

⭐️ If you're cool going outside while small, Johnny's got you!!

⭐️ Skating parks, he'd make sure you have a blast!!

⭐️ Zoo or Aquarium trips? Total big kid thing, he'll give you as many animal facts as he can

⭐️ Afraid of the press? No worries. It can be pretty scary, but Johnny's already figured it out (outlandish outfit, he’ll be the center of attention, you won't even be noticed most times)

⭐️ He'll play more ‘bigger’ games with you, more leaning towards things like Halo instead of kiddie phone games

⭐️ ^ But it has to be on easy, or he's gonna own you 💪 (he's words, not mine-)

⭐️ Snapchat filter time is his FAVORITE, if you allow him to take pictures, he'll have a whole album just of you two being silly with it

⭐️ More ‘darker’ middlespace? Like emo, goth, scene, grudge, etc? Johnnys got you

⭐️ Makeup, eyeliner, outfit styling, he knows the works (and some great pg bands to listen to!!)

⭐️ Definitely not against making bracelets, but he probably uses most of the beads by accident 😬 (he'll buy more . . . And do it again)

⭐️ He'll move away from nicknames like Little One or Kiddo, and more towards ones like Superstar or Pumpkin (unless asked)

⭐️ Nerd too, especially if you like ‘geeky’ things

⭐️ (^ He is very up for watching the entirety of Star Wars with you in your headspace, and will listen to your rambles or answer as many questions as he can)

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Johnny Cage MK11 w/ Middlespace Regressor Hcs

💫 Semi related to the other one, but he already knows how to do your nails 😎

💫 He’s old(er), and a girl dad, he knows a lot of things

💫 Like tying kandi bracelets so they won’t come apart! He’ll even put them on the string so they won’t fall!

💫 A bit more strict with curse words (Unless that isn’t your rule at all)

💫 Like, yeah, your bigger … But you better watch those words Mister/Missy!

💫 He gives me more of a grunge teenage phase than a punk one (MK1 Johnny gives me ex-punk/rock phase), so he’s pretty good at finding ph types of music if you're interested in that!

💫 The press isn’t on him as much as they used to be, but sometimes it's still difficult to regress in public at times

💫 His favorite middlespace activity? Music in the park, it's like a mini concert!

💫 Will argue about putting you down for nap time though, especially if your acting naughty 😕

💫 Just cause your bigger, doesn't mean you can act naughty now!!

💫 . . . Unless it's pranking, he'd help with some (like pranking Jacqui or Cassie! What's better better a few laughs?)

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

I'm so sorry, I had no ideas for MK11 Johnny, I'm always really bad at writing HCs for him 😭

[splashskitty]

Lore part two remake.

this is a remake of part two I'll be keeping the first part two up but I wanted to make a version where I show the pictures too will my art make it any more clear probably not but I still wanted to do so anyway.

First things first this is going to be a very long post if you don't like long post you should probably not read any of my lore posts cuz all of them are very long and this one will probably be extra long because it comes with art too.

Second the art is not going to be very good don't expect it to be good if you've seen my art before it's not going to be as good as that either very sketchy and bad I didn't fix anything on it so it's bad this is also just my first time drawing like this so expect it to be very bad!!

Third the characters aren't going to be fully colored but will be colors coded so you know who is who

Nerium is pink

Nino is red

Nepta is Orange

And Actaea is grey

I'm pretty sure that's everyone in part one I have to make a part two of this probably even part three who knows

Anyway let's start the lore!!

This is Nerium at 8 Nepta at 12 and Nino at 4 yeah I don't how to draw children and I also don't really know how to draw adults people are hard mostly Nino because he looks a way to tall to be a 4 year old I wasn't really thinking about that when drawing him and honestly I think he would be a tall kid maybe not that tall Nerium definitely would just be short that's all I really have to say about it I just wanted to draw them all together.

And this was the first thing I drew I did for this Which is also why it's especially bad so don't mind how bad it looks it mostly gets better from here not much but you know mostly.

Hopefully with time I will get better at scaling the characters and making them not look so big or small at times but that's just something that I'll probably get better at with time :p

This is Nerium getting stung by a wasp at 8

I gave her a scar for it that doesn't really make sense but I'm keeping it she doesn't still have it as an adult but I'm keeping it for when she's a kid to a teenager.

Mostly just for cool scar reasons even again it doesn't even make any sense and that is not how that would look at all but oh well :p

This is Nino trying to get Nerium to take care of the bees with him because that was something she used to do with him before she got stung by a wasp.

And then Nerium running away out of fear cuz she scared of the bees and wasps now and then Nino being confused because he thought it was their thing because it used to be.

And also just a little bit of extra lore since I didn't draw anything for it Nerium and Nino's relationship becomes a little strained after this but after their teenagers or Nerium is they become besties again or best siblings and they mostly just help each other with the farm or Nino trying to teach Nerium how to fish she doesn't like it.

That's about that I just really wanted to talk about Nino and Neriums relationship because they're the siblings ever just like me and my sibling <3

This is Nerium and Actaea as little kids probably 8 and 9 playing ponies specifically My Little pony friendship is magic don't mind the timeline and the fact that this is the My Little pony from 2010 and these should be grown adults later they had their my little pony friendship is magic earlier I guess I don't know just don't think about it too much.

This is my favorite of the art I drew and I really need to draw more of Nerium and Actaea friendship and strained relationship later on they have a lot of drama and trauma and I really love them.

This is Nerium and Actaea as teenagers like 16 and 15 maybe I think Nerium would be a bit older than Actaea and I wanted to draw them being friends again because I just wanted to show how strong their friendship was

They have friendship bracelets and everything two peas in a pod.

oh and another little bit of lore I don't know if it's easy to tell but they're supposed to be opposites one of them is multicolored the other one monochrome Nerium is mostly nice so Actaea is supposed to be mostly mean Nerium is very emotional so Actaea has very good control of her emotions Nerium has siblings and a good amount of friends later while Actaea it's kind of a loner and they're really just supposed to work off of each other I know it's probably hard to tell but they're really supposed to be the yin to each other's yang at least that's how I'm trying to make them :p

This is Nepta leaving for college and Nino being excited for her well Nerium is sad at the thought of any kind of change and somebody leaving her

Just so you know their age at this point Nepta is 20 Nerium is 16 Nino is 12 it was hard for Nepta to get into college but she did!!

Now what she's going to college for I don't really know college much but something clothing or fashion related because that's her passion :3

At this point Nerium starts to reach and mental low of sorts the idea of change and abandonment leaves her in a state of depression and mental spiral and she just kind of starts to lose it a little bit

I don't really have anything else to add to that except for she's got bipolar disorder and abandonment issues and she's just not having a good time.

This is Nerium stabbing Actaea in the eye it was some kind of fucked up way to make Actaea have eye problems like she does or something like that and again she had a mental breakdown so this is just the result of it.

No it's not right to stab your friends even if you have bipolar disorder and have some kind of abandonment issue like things but that's what She did and that's how the cookie crumbles :p

This is Actaea her parents that are stick figures Nerium parent / Mom that's also a stick figure

Obviously Actaea's parents aren't happy but Nerium's mom convinces them not to get the law involved don't ask I'll decide how that works later

And Actaea and her family end up moving because they think Nerium is crazy and if they're not getting the law involved they're getting themselves the fuck out of there and just pretend that that makes sense okay it's my story damn it.

Also this has nothing to do with anything but if you know my character Actaea you know she has horns in animal crossing well I tried to incorporate that into her hair and I just think it looks really cute and that's just something I'm going to be doing for her from now on

And this is Nino trying to comfort Nerium because at this point he's kind of the only one on her side not that their mother isn't but Nino really the only one she will be by her side no matter what

And this is when they're relationship really starts to get better because Nino becomes all that Nerium has for a little while until she meets Zinnia who becomes a very important friend to her as well.

And again there will be more lore next time as I just said you will see Zinnia and will pretty much just get to meet her friend group this is all I could fit in one tumblr post but I think this is a good way to end it with sibling love who doesn't love siblings!!

next part will mostly be about friendship because friendship is magic and I'm pretty positive I will definitely have to make a part three that will be about family/her life as an adult because these posts will really just be about going through Nerium life.

This is really fun it was like a little experimental thing again it's not very physically good but I think it probably helped me learn some things and it definitely helped me keep my mind off of some things and it was a really good distraction and a really good way to get better at making quick art because I've always took my time and try to make everything look good so it was fun to do something that I didn't care if looked bad or didn't try to make look good.

Is it definitely very quick I got this done in about two days all of these arts so I guess maybe expect another one in another two days or so I don't know but for sure I'm not going to rush myself but I am going to be working on it and I am excited to share her friend group and to share more lore.

Nerium has been a character who's been in my life since I was about 7 and she's very important to me and she means a lot note that a lot of this is self indulgent and probably won't make a lot of sense but but it's mine and I love it and I'm so happy to be able to draw it out and actually make it feel real the story's always been in my head so it's nice to actually put it on paper I guess more on the phone but you know it's just really refreshing!!

Anyway if you see any spelling mistakes no you don't I'm dyslexic and I'm probably not going to fix them and if I do that will be later. and also note the story is subject to change Nerium is a character that changes with me and so does her story so if it doesn't make sense it may make more sense as time goes on and it may not so just know that.

And again this is my first time ever doing something like this so I really hope you enjoy and I hope that it makes even a little bit of sense if not that's okay too it makes sense in my brain and I suppose that's good enough I just had so much fun doing it and I can't wait for part two hope you enjoyed sorry for the long post don't mind spelling mistakes and if you liked this you should check out my other lore post they don't have art but that is where you get to learn and see my characters see you next time <3

[foxtricksterwriting]

Lani Clatcher

Author's Note: this is 1 of 3 mcs, I'll link the others when they're posted. While making this I wanted to think of like, what genre their band would be considered but like.... I'm terrible at figuring out genres for music😓

Credits: This is a mc for the interactive fiction game-thingy Infamous. Find it here @infamous-if

Preferred Name: Lani Clatcher

Alias: Ivy ("I know it's not original! Shut it!")

Gender + Pronouns: Agender/Nonbinary + they/them and ve/vir

Singing/Voice claim, if any: Andrew Volpe from Ludo is a really close singing voice. Specifically in the album You're Awful, I Love You. I don't have a speaking voice for them unfortunately.

Age: 26

More About Vir; Lani is often described as overwhelming to strangers. They don't tone any part of their personality down, ever. Vir loud, outgoing and loves meeting new people; textbook extrovert. They'll be the first to greet someone walking into a room and try to make someone comfortable. Ve talks fast and only gets faster when ve gets excited... which is often. They often accidentally volunteer their friends for things they definitely didn't sign up for. Ve realizes it quickly and will either backtrack it or take over for whoever they volunteered.

Ve has a habit of not thinking before doing something and often gets in some kind of trouble because of it. Ve's surprisingly a bit of a pushover; they're overly willing to help out and is very willing to do something for someone if they're lead to believe the person can't do it for whatever reason.

Ve's gained a love of nature from Yijun, but it's evolved into a love of travel. Ve wants to travel everywhere they can and honestly fears settling down someday. They collect little souvenirs from every place they go, but they're a little weird; a pinecone from a forest in Y City, a broken thing they found in Z City. And shiny things. Vir kind of like a crow. Sometimes they'll use the random knick-knacks they've collected to make necklaces and bracelets.

Lani has a certain chaotic energy. Everything ve does has at least a hint of this and it almost makes up their foundation. And ve embraces this chaos. Ve loves fast paced things and get very fidgety when they have to slow down. That's not to say that they won't; ve tries to go slow for vir friends and loved ones. It doesn't always work out, but ve'll try vir damnedest so they aren't alone.

Fun Facts:

Their Pinterest here.

Like I said in Yiijun's post, vir band is called The Cult of Dionysus. Ve calls vir fans Dionysians.

Ve has a habit of accidentally talking over people. ("HEY GUYS DID I TELL-- Oh wait fuck, shit, no keep saying whatever you were saying, I'm sorry!!")

HATES silence. If it gets too quiet they'll tap their foot loudly, hum a song or start a conversation. Usually has headphones so ve can listen to music if it gets too quiet for them.

Allergic to nuts and lactose intolerant. Doesn't really care about being lactose intolerant, will consume dairy products anyway.

They tend to wake up early to watch the sunrise and try to always watch the sunset.

True to vir nature, they LOVE talking to fans. They happily invite fans to take pictures with them any time, any place. Recently, ve had some....issues with a small group of 'fans', which caused vir to set very firm boundaries with vir fanbase.

There's a video out there of I think Misha Collins walking somewhere with his security and he hears a fan or someone call him and just fucking ignores his security to go hug this person; Lani would definitely do that lol

Wants to open a PO Box for fans to send them things

Calls everyone bestie, doesn't matter if they're actually best friends or not. Does have specific nicknames/pet names for vir friends tho.

Ve's probably the kind of person to out-loud say lol or lmao

Like the other two, Lani is one of my regular ocs. Vir backstory is the same as Yijun's; the two met when they were 8. They met Storm in high school and started a band after that. Lani is the bassist and backup vocalist. Ve can play keyboard, too.

"You and me, man. Ride or die! Yep, ride or die!"

[littlequeen7]

This is pretty much just so I can keep track of what secret songs I'm really hoping for (Seattle 7/23) and whenever I get my heart broken, lol.

Wish List (in order of how upset I would be if I missed them/how much I would shit my pants if she played them):

Long Live (obvs but she'll probably play this on the last night)

Haunted (my fave forever)

The Lakes (i want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet!!)

Seven (i WILL sob)

Dress (we stan horny taylor lmao)

The Way I Loved You (i miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain 😭)

right where you left me (break my heart babe!)

So It Goes... (i NEED to hear us all shout 1,2,3! together

I Wish You Would (underrated fave)

The Last Time (best song on the album besides ATW tbh)

Holy Ground (galloping song)

Would've, Could've, Should've (religious metaphors and trauma bby!)

False God (would be weird w/o sax but i still want it)

Forever and Always (piano version has always been the best version)

Mr. Perfectly Fine (i need to cathartically scream this with 70k other swifties)

Dear John (wouldn't it be sick if they did the 'shining like fireworks' bit?)

Should've Said No (we need angry taylor)

ivy (love this song and it's perfect for the guitar surprise song)

Tell Me Why (need to also scream this angrily with 70k people)

The Story of Us (bop)

I Did Something Bad (love this song and it would be interesting as an acoustic)

Nothing New (she's gonna play this on one of the nights phoebe opens for her but one can hope)

no body, no crime (actually realistic since haim is opening for my show but also not bc it's the second night)

Picture to Burn (need some country taylor in my life)

Hey Stephen (mmmMMMmmm mm mm mm mm)

Fallen comrades (in order of how sad I was that I missed them):

This is Me Trying (the ultimate betrayal)

State of Grace (love this song, acoustic version is amazing)

The Other Side of the Door (people that got to scream the outro with taylor are some of the luckiest bastards ever)

I Bet You Think About Me (a tragic loss)

Our Song (my first fave TS song)

Mad Woman (did i mention how much I want to angrily sing along with taylor?)

The Great War (just a great song)

You're On Your Own Kid (make the friendship bracelets 😭)

At the end of every weekend I'll be posting if I lost any of my dream songs! Again, this is mostly for me, but if you want to follow along, feel free!

[nctworststuff]

Pairing- Boyfriend!Renjun x nospecific!reader

Warning-Death,Cancer

Genre: Angst

a/n: Here what you guys got after a months I’m not post anything. Also Thank you my friend,Lucy because helping me a lot :). Hope you guys like it

He always with you

He avoided meeting with you lately. You missed to spend time with him so much. You missed his scent, his hugs, his kisses, his presence, but most importantly, you missed him.

You recently spent a lot of time in your apartment, all by yourself. Watching movies, drinking hot chocolate and staying under your fluffy blanket. Sometimes you went to hangout with your friends, but not as often as you used to. However, today you couldn't take it anymore. I have to visit him, now!

Deep inside you knew that he would never cheat on you. What if something bad had happen to him? Maybe he got sick or maybe something in his family came up? You didn't know. Helplessly you scrolled through your media social. Usually, he would be active on Instagram. Always adding things to his story or at least posting the pictures he made. But ever since 3 weeks ago, you haven't seen him post a single thing. As if he vanished.

You took a look at your photo gallery on your phone. It's filled with pictures of you and Renjun. Everytime the two of you had met in the past months, you had taken at least one picture. Are you okay, renjun?

You didn't want to waste your time anymore, so you walked into your bedroom to change your outfit. You arrived at his house that felt like a second home to you. Big dark clouds covered the sky and sun. It may rain soon. You slowly walked to the door and opened it with the spare key Renjun gave you not so long ago.

You couldn't see him when you entered. Maybe he is in his bedroom? You steped further into his apartment. It was a big mess. You tried to comprehend what could've happened here. The TV was on, adding some noise to the otherwise quiet space. Some old snacks that have neither been fully eaten nor thrown away, covered the floor. It surely wasn't healthy for him to life in all this trash.

You finally went upstairs and pressed the door handle down slowly after knocking and getting no reply. Who knows, maybe he's sleeping? However  you suddenly heard a faint crying sound instead of the silence. What's happening to him? Thousands of thoughts were running in your head, creating one scenario worse than the other. "Renjun?" You softly called out his name and fully opened the door. He turned his head and body to look at you, surprised by your arrival. His eyes were more red than white and his face looked as white as freshly fallen snow did.

"Y/n? W-what are you doing here?" He looked at you with what you could only assume was an angered expression. You slowly approached him and sat down on his mattress beside him. You hesitantly leaned your head on his shoulder and put your hand on his thigh, joining his own one. Oh, how often you had fiddled with his slender fingers before. They were just as beautiful as the art they created, but now they were just dried skin and bone. You were convinced, something bad happen to him!

"And why are you crying?", you asked him in return, probably a bit too late, but not that it matered anyways. He kept quiet for about a minute, before taking a deep breath and forcing those awful words out of his mouth. "I have a disease! I-I have cancer..." He closed his eyes tightly to hold himself back from sobbing. The fear that lived within him ever since the doctor told him he was going to die earlier than expected, suddenly skyrocket in your presence.

Shutting you out in the hope of making you forget him, had been so much easier than seeing your heart break right in front of him. You didn't deserve the pain he caused you, so why...? Why are you still here y/n? Why couldn't you stay away from me? "So that's the reason why you pushed me away? The reason you avoided me? Why didn't you tell me? Renjun? Explain it to me. Please explain everything." you looked at his eyes that beared so many emotions, while he bit his chapped lips.

"I-I don't know. I... I was just so, so scared. Actually, I-I knew I had cancer... It... They told me a year ago."

His confession was interrupted by a hiccup. He started crying again and put his hand on his face. You've been together for 3 years and he kept this a secret for all the time, telling you just now? "I-I'm only going to live for one more week. My doctor said there is no other way for me." Why? Why did he need to leave like this? Couldn't he be healthy and grow old with me? Searching in your confused and helpless mind you looked for a solution.

"Hey, i-it's okay. Its not your fault! I-I could spend all my money for your surge-", but he cut you off with a harsh movement by his hand. "You heard what I said. There's no chance, y/n!" Now your eyes were filling with tears, blurring your sight. This can't be true! "You said you would never leave me. You- You promised." The tears poured out of their home, painting a wet line down your cheeks until they dropped down your chin, falling. You too, felt like falling. You were so angry, but not at him, no, he didn't wanted this either. You were angry at the situation. At the fact that you couldn't do Anything.

Watching your little emotional breakdown, Renjun stayed quiet. After he had avoided meeting you for so long, seeing you come back to him, crying with him, still caring for him, there was only one thing he wanted. "Y/n? Can I ask for one last thing, before death is taking me?" He moved his hand to your shoulder, pressing it softly. "Anything for you, Renjun!" You desperately looked into his eyes, meeting his softened expression. "I just want to spend my last week with you. Please. One last time?"

Day 2

Standing in the kitchen for about half an hour, you had made a healthy breakfast for the two of you, since he loved your cooking. You poured some hot porridge into his favourite bowl and placed it on the tray. Walking slowly to not drop anything you brought the food to his bedroom. He was still asleep, looking utterly peaceful.

While you put the tray on a near small table, you called his name softly, to wake him up. Upon hearing his name, his eyelids fluttered open. Still a bit sleepy, he rubbed his eyes and gave you a questioning look. "I made some porridge for you. Should I... feed you?" You smiled at him shyly. He could just nod his head, feeling exhausted even after taking such a long nap.

You sat down beside him and took the spoon to feed him. He followed your every move as you put the still warm porridge in his mouth. A big smile suddenly stretched across his cheeks. "I knew your cooking would never disappoint me!", he complimented, making you giggle. Yet, you couldn't ignore the sad feeling in your chest, knowing you had to accept the fact that he was going to die soon. Only five days would be left after today.

Of course Renjun noticed the way your expression changed. “I dont like to see you sad. Please smile for me” He grabbed your other hand too, making you smile. The smile only he got to see. You don't even know if the sweet smile you were currently wearing on your face would show up for another guy, but for now it seems like it is just for Renjun, who finally noticed the bracelet on your wrist.

"You still wear that bracelet?” His eyes fixated on your wrist. You just watched him with sparkling eyes, while thinking back to how you got that gift.  “Of course! It looks so pretty and it bears a lot of memories for me!” He smiled at you with just the same sparkles glowing in his eyes, making your heart beat unbelievable fast in your chest. You didn't knew why, but the comforting feeling of love, the love created between the two of you, filled your now shared room. Softly touching your own cheeks you felt how they heated up.

“It's- wait... I gave you the bracelet 5 years ago, when it was your birthday? A-and we still didn't turn into lovers that day, did we?”, his eyes widened. You simply nodded and started chuckling, him joining not much later. Of course you could still remember the day he gave you the precious bracelet. He was being so shy back then, when he planned to give it to you. Haechan, Mark and all the other dreamies kept hyping him up, after he gave it to you.

“You know what? I really can't believe our relationship will just end soon. I really thought we would last longer. I'm sorry!” He smiled at you again, but this time it was a sad smile. You sighed, closing your eyes in agony. “It's not your fault, it never was, Renjun! After all, these moments are the most precious ones that we have. Trust me, I will love and remember you until I take my last breath!” I'll really do! Besides bringing it up first, you hated talking about his disease so much.

Not because you blamed it on him. Not because you couldn't believe, he was going to die soon, no. You hated talking about it because you feared being left behind. You hated the fact that you'll eventually forget about him. That you'll forget how he smelled, how his hands felt, how his hugs felt. And the worst thing was, that you'll forget how it felt to be loved by him. When did all your laughter turn into cries?

Day 4

"Look! It's your favourite flower!” Renjun points his finger to a small bunch of flowers in the middle of the park. You loved going to this park with him before and today wasn't any different. Softly swining your linked hands back and forth and slowly walking near your favourite flower felt like one of those cliché moments from a drama. Especially when you kneeled down to smell on it.

The heavy, but lively smell of the rose lingered in your nose, bringing up even more memories. Renjun gave you one of those exact roses, when he had confessed that he liked you. A small grin made it's way to your lips. “It looks so pretty.”, Renjun said while putting his arm around your shoulders, “Pretty like you!” You couldn't help, but roll your eyes. This was typically him. Renjun loved to compliment and tease you at the same time

You loved the moments when he was simply being himself. He was acting different. Usually he would be rather harsh, or how people liked to put it, ignorant towards other people’s feelings. But he always cared for you. You were his soft spot. It was only normal that couples had little fights from time to time, but renjun never let the two of you be angry at each other for a long time.

He always was the first one to apologize, or if it wasn’t his mistake, he would still want to make up, inviting you to do something that you liked. His classic line which always worked was weather you would want to eat some food ugh him. It was one of the many personality traits that you liked about him

“Ah! I really want to draw the pond and swan over there! It’s unbelievable pretty!” He excitedly took out his paintings tools and moved the stuff around until it stood perfectly within his reach while drawing. You just followed him and tried to not get in his way.

Tipping the smallest brush into the water glass, he started to draw the perfect scenery in front of you. He truly was talented at this. You couldn’t help but admire the way he let the colors dance on the Canva “Your drawing is so unbelievable. It really does look like it’s real”

His face lit up,once the words left your mouth “This is the last painting I”ll before I’m gone. I want it to be perfect!”he still smiled at you, but his eyes showed how he truly felt. The sadness dominating any other feels. Once again, you sighed. It has been almost 3 years, since you’ve been a couple and now you two just stood there, waiting for him to leave

Quickly noticed How your mood shifted towards a bad one, you tried to change the topic

There will be enough time for me to sad once he left

“Do you remember that this place is the first place we met and-“ “The place where I confessed my feelings for you?” He finished your sentence with a smirk. Chuckling you nodded at the statement

That day he called you and asked you to meet him at the park “ can you cell me?” was that he said, when he actually was going to confess to you. You can’t forget that day. You never will. It’s a very precious moment to you, even if he stuttered a lot and the confession felt really awkward too

“Your birthday is this week, isn’t it?” Renjun suddenly asked. You stopping your thoughts. Right, you totally forgot about your birthday. Surprised you just hummed and nodded. “What do you want for your birthday?” You didn’t need to think twice “I just want you stay alive and healthy. I wish you could always be my side” you smile confidently

That will never happen

It was obvious to renjun, but to avoid you sadder he just smile sweetly at you instead of responding “Can we go somewhere after this? Maybe the shopping mall?” You asked him. He looked at you and hugged you close to his chest “Of course!”

He would spend his time with you wisely and make sure that every precious and special moment will never be forgotten

Day 7

I can't lose him! Please!

You buried your face into his shoulder and grabbed his sweater like your own life depended on holding it. You couldn't believe he was going to die in less than a day. He couldn't... Your fragile, pathetic hope only faded more when he started coughing. In the last few days his condition extremely worsened and you tried to understand why people needed to suffer before dying so much. Isn't death enough?

“It's your birthday tomorrow, isn't it?”, he quietly asked while stroking your back.  “Yes” Your answer was barely loud enough to hear, being muffled by his neck. Still, you hugged him only tighter, afraid of finally losing him. “Y/n, I'm so sorry if I'm not able to be with you tomorrow to celebrate your birthday.” You knew what’s he meant. No, this couldn't be happening! Why were you suddenly to dumb to accept it?

“Please find a better guy than me. A guy who will make you happy, who will stay loyal to you and only loves you. Find a guy who will stay by your side forever. Don't find another guy who'll make you feel dissapointed.” You wanted to tell him, that he never disappointed you, but he already pulled you into a sweet kiss. His lips felt so soft. Soft but rough. It was like your first kiss with him. It was like your first night with him. But in reality, it was your last kiss with him. Yet you saw it as another moment that had been created in this special time.

“You know... I am never going to stop loving you!” You said and looked at him. His face was so pale, you could see the soft blue shining through it. “Me too, honey. There are 7 billion people on this earth but I fell in love with you. We have been a long journey together. Everyone can fall in love but not everyone has a happy ending with it. I'm sorry that I couldn't keep my promise, Y/n!” I know, Renjun.

The worst part for you was that it all happened so fast. But somehow you still hoped this was only a dream. That you would wake up to a healthy Renjun wishing you a happy birthday. Finally the clock was showing 12 AM. It was your birthday. Sounding just as sleepy as you felt he whispered a soft “Happy birthday, Y/n!” He stroked your hair while looking at you with loving eyes, a smile on his lips for the last time, before you both fall asleep under your shared blanket.

Not knowing, that they were his last words.

Day 8

You woke up from a deep slumber and moved your blanket. You saw that Renjun was still ‘sleeping’. Softly you shaked him to wake him up, with no sign of success. He didn't response in any way. After a few more times of you trying to wake him up and him still not moving an inch, you tried to recall which date it was today.

No, it can't be.

Yesterday was the last day you would spend with him. One week. Seven days. All moved by faster than you could remember. In your final hope you searched for his heartbeat, but you didn't hear anything. You couldn't. Now you would need to accept the fact that he was gone. Forever.

You start sobbing. "Renjun, please wake up. Please!" Despite your wobbly arms, you shook his body, screaming so uncontrollably loud that it even hurt your ears. It's my birthday. Today is supposed to be a happy day. This has to be a nightmare. I'll always be by your side. Resonating in your mind you hear a faint voice, but you just ignore it. Renjun was right. Not everyone has a happy ending. And you were certainly one of them.

I'm sorry for breaking our promise

©ɴᴄᴛᴡᴏʀsᴛsᴛᴜғғ@/ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ

[octupus-on-the-moon]

I`m the favorite

Pairing: Non, just the Wilson family and Red Wing.

Wordcount: 2689

Warning: Non

Author´s note: This little story is based on this post of this super cool blog @justsamwilson, check it out too.

The moon stood high above a lake bathed in darkness; only a soft light, that emerged of a house near the shore, reflected on the water surface. The air was pleasantly warm and humid, around the double-gallery house, whose blue color almost seemed black between the shadows. Crickets were chirping and fireflies humming, only the subdued sound of conversation and laughter, coming from the residence, disrupted the almost complete silence.

The Wilson family was having dinner. James Barnes or ‘Bucky’ as everyone called him, came over to spend the weekend. The kids where specially excited about Uncle Bucky’s visit, he was the only one with enough time to play. Sam and Sarah were also glad that he came over every once in a while, to help out with whatever he could.

Now after a long day of fishing, cleaning and packing up deliveries all were enjoying Sarah’s gumbo.

“The soup is amazing Sarah” Bucky praised her with a warm smile, she blushed looking down at her half full plate.

“Thank you. It´s a family recipe. I can write it down for you if you want” Sarah replied, tucking a strain of hair behind her ear, earning an annoyed look from Sam who was sitting across from her.

“That won´t be necessary, if I want some I just need to come here. It´s really good so I’ll be around a lot” Bucky chuckled tilting his head and taking another spoon full of gumbo. The boys whispered at each other giggling.

Sam sighted irritated “Okey enough flir…”

A loud melody coming from his phone in the pocket of his jeans interrupted Sam.

“Oh it´s Torres” He said tapping on the screen “Hi, what’s up?”

A distorted voice, only understandable for Sam, came out of the phone as he stood up. “I’m with my four-favorite people in this world having dinner” He explained, walking out on the porch into the friendly night.

The scraping of spoons continued unaffected.

“Of course, I’m his number one favorite nephew and person” Stated Cass out of the blue, blowing at his glasses that tarnished under the steam of the hot soup.

“Ha. You can´t even eat a soup right” AJ opposed, whose glasses where perfectly clear “I´m older than you, so I´m his favorite”

“At least I can take my glasses off and stop seeing your ugly face” Cass snapped back sticking out his tongue.

Sarah took a deep breath “Stop it you two” she scolded both, clapping her hand gently against Cass´s head, who was sitting right next to her.

“Well, I´m his partner in crime and I saved the world with him, so I would be his favorite number one” Bucky added, innocently starring at an interesting spot on the wall, while Sarah glared at him.

“That’s not fair. Just because he didn’t let me go with him” Cass pouted “I could have saved the world too”

AJ rolled his eyes behind his glasses. “You couldn´t even walk back then, dummy”

Sarah quickly chewed her last bite “Hey, we don´t talk like that in this house” extending her right arm over to the front side of the table to clap softly AJ´s head, as she did before with Cass. “And you are all wrong. I’m his sister. I know him longer than any of you. So obviously I am his favorite” She taunted, challengingly looking towards Bucky now.

Turning their eyes into the same direction, the brothers waited expectantly a response; causing Bucky to clear his throat and shift his torso to sit up right. “Oh really” he said still searching for a quick answer.

Then his eyes lit up “IIIIIIII spent five years with him in a weird glitch reality. That” Bucky paused dramatically “Makes me his number one”

The mention of that unfortunate time stiffened Sarah´s shoulders, but went unnoticed by the boys who high fived, twisting around on their seat, to see their mother´s reaction.

“Aha. After a month you probably bored him to death” Sarah countered with a serious tone “I can cook him all his favorite meals, ergo I´m the favorite”

The brothers quietly glanced over to Bucky, who did not appear amused either. The last words altered the atmosphere. It was chilly in the room, yet the temperature had not changed.

Bucky lifted his chin pretentiously “Pff. That´s nothing. Sam went two years on the run for me” his voice had a harsh undertone, that was not there before “I am his favorite”. Sarah stared back at him with ice cold eyes and the brothers hold their breath.

The tense moment passed as soon, as Sam’s heavy steps entered the room “What did I miss?” he asked with the always welcoming warm tone he had.

Bucky relaxed, as far as he could, picking up his spoon pocking the remains of his soup.

Sarah turned her head, letting down her shoulders, with a bright beam “Not much. How´s Torres doing?”

The dinner went on as before, polite conversation and more gumbo, but something unkind lurked in the air among the plates.

A silent dare between Sarah and Bucky settled.

Prove each other who was the favorite.

***

The weekend passed under an invisible contest between Sarah and Bucky.

The kids thought it was a fun idea persuading uncle Sam to admit who was the favorite number one, by doing extra nice things for him. The brothers gifted Sam some self-painted comics, with their cool uncle Captain America saving their day and helped him cleaning his super suite, among other little chores; But quickly let go of it, when their uncle Bucky and Mom took it to the extreme.

Bucky was constantly around Sam asking him at any given moment if he could help him or do it all himself instead of Sam. From renovating the whole cabin of the boat, to just serve him a coffee. Always being polite, letting out any teasing or offensive joking, which rapidly irritated Sam.

Unlike Bucky, Sarah, worked in the background: Serving the meals he most liked, bringing a refreshing lemonade under the hot sun of July or checking on the boats motor, so it would not die while Sam was out fishing. Smiling and being nice, without drawing to much attention on herself.

Sam did not mind being so well attended by his loved ones the first hours of that Saturday morning. After lunch he started to feel that something was off, apart from Bucky´s suspicious behavior. On his way back to the boat after a little break he realized, that the Boys were quieter than usual around their mother and that Bucky had not flirted with Sarah in more than 12 hours, which was nearly a miracle.

As almost every Saturday, Bucky and Sam, kept working on the boat.

“Hey Buck, can you pass me that screwdriver?” Sam asked looking straight at the doorless frame in front of him.

“Yes of course. Do you need something else? Can I help you with that?” Bucky passed him the screwdriver, looking interested on the hinges Sam was exchanging.

“No, it´s fine, you check on that doors paint” Sam replied, signing towards a freshly painted door leaning against the rail of the boat.

"Just" he stopped for a moment turning around to see Bucky in the eyes. "One question"

Bucky nodded enthusiastically, unusual for his serious persona "Of course, what is it?"

"What the hell is going on with you all?" Sam asked leaning against the doorway, crossing both arms over his chest.

"Us? Nothing. We're just doing what we do every weekend?" Bucky’s enthusiastic face fell apart, making place for his familiar icy expression. Without awaiting another word from Sam, he turned around to keep working on the paint of the door.

Sam sighted. He knew that face far too well and now he was more than sure that something was up. But Sam never got far pressing Bucky to tell him what he knew, felt or thought.

He will need to ask the boys what is going on.

Sam pressed a button on what at first sight could be a wristwatch. It was actually a remote for Red Wing. Sam made a second one for daily use. Red Wing is not only a weapon for him; he could be quite useful for many things.

"Red Wing locate AJ and Cass, tell them they should come to the boat" Sam quietly order into the remote. "Then I want you to fly over my position and take pictures"

The roof of the cabin was leaking since Sam had memory. Bucky wanted to climb on the cabin earlier this morning, since Sarah lent their ladder to one of the neighbors. But with the boat slight movement and the wet surface of the cabin roof, Sam did not want him to get hurt. With a few good pictures of Red Wing, they could see what needed to be repaired and do it the next time both had a free weekend.

***

Almost an hour passed, till Red Wings hum, announced the arrival of the two brothers.

Sam did not worry; both often went down to the village to play soccer with the other kids.

"Hey uncle Bucky, hey uncle Sam. What's up?" AJ questioned tiredly climbing on to the boat. The two were covered in mud and Cass was holding a brown round mass of what must be a soccer ball.

"You two had fun I see" Bucky said smiling at them.

"Only your mom will not be pleased when she sees you two like that" Sam added, smirking towards Bucky, who nodded accordingly. "Anyway, you need to clean up and I need to talk to you. Dinner must be ready soon" Sam answered AJ's question.

"Buck, I'll be back in a second. Then we can hang in the door and finish up for today" Sam's bracelet remote beeped. Red Wing had sent the pictures to his phone.

***

"What's going on uncle Sam?" Cass asked after all three had left the boat and were slowly walking to the back of the house to clean up their mess, before their mother saw them.

"That's exactly what I wanted to ask you too" Sam replied.

"Nothing. What should be going on?" AJ eluded him, nervously side eyeing Cass.

Sam specified his question "Why are your uncle and your mom acting so strange?"

"Oh, about that..." Cass and AJ responded in unison, looking at each other. Then both giggled. And Sam's confusion grew even worse.

Then a high pitched and blurred voice, from inside the house, screamed at them.

It was Sarah. She opened the window "Look at you two. Who is going to wash that? And the grass stains on that jeans AJ?"

"I was goalkeeper" AJ said, loud enough so only his brother and uncle could hear it.

"You’re not going to enter my house like that! AJ I heard that. No talking back to me, you know that. You two are going to wash your own clothes, just so we are clear" Sarah's frustrated tone changed immediately as she saw Sam "Oh, hey Sam, are you done for today? Dinner is almost ready, but you can shower before that if you want"

The boys went around the house to follow their mothers request and get rid of the mud, while their mom was distracted; Sam´s question already forgotten.

It took him a beat too long to respond, but Sarah waited patiently “Yes we´re almost done. I’ll shower before dinner, but don´t wait for me. Bucky probably wants to…”

“Oh, don´t worry we can wait. It´s not like we’re starving to death” Sarah interrupted him with an exaggerated laugh.

Sam sighted again. The day was pretty busy, the sun hot and he was tired.

But curiosity killed the cat, right?

“Sarah” Sam voice now a little sharper “What is going on between you and Buck?”

***

With a frustrated huff Sam let the cold water run down his body.

Nobody knew anything, but everyone acted strange, he thought, massaging his temples enjoying the cool wet.

Sarah did not answer. She gave a short explanation about her relationship with Bucky, completely missing the point of his question. Then she vanished from the window, leaving Sam with his doubts.

Now he was trying to figure it out himself. What exactly he needed to figure out was unclear too. “What did I miss?” he questioned out loud in to the empty bathroom.

Everything was perfectly fine till today morning. They couldn´t have discussed in the morning, because he was always the first up on his feet.

Absentmindedly he soaped and rinsed his hair and body.

Then it struck him. Torres´s call. They must have discussed during his call. That would explain why the boys were so obediently quiet afterwards.

“But what could they have discussed about?” another question floating unanswered in the steamy air of the bathroom.

Sam stepped out of the shower, at the moment his Red Wing remote beeped. He sent the little drone out to look for bee nests around the house. They were pretty common around here, but for AJ deadly due to his allergy.

He must have found one somewhere.

Sam made a mental note to call the beekeeper, to remove the nest safely. But he dismissed the idea almost immediately.

Red wing.

Red wing was laying on the sofa last night, he probably recorded the whole evening. Bucky complained afterwards that Sam leaves Red Wing everywhere after repairing or upgrading him. He must have recorded the discussion between Sarah and Buck.

Without wasting much more time in the bathroom, Sam rushed over to his room, where Red Wing was patiently waiting for new orders on his bed.

“Red Wing, replay the audio footage of last night between” Sam rapidly took his phone out “7.35 and 7.40”

***

AJ and Cass looking shiny new in their fresh clothes, were nervously waiting for uncle Sam. Their Mother and Uncle were ignoring each other sipping on their glass of wine. The kitchen smelled amazing with the different pregnant spices of the casserole hanging in the air.

From the top they could hear Sam´s distinguished steps coming down the stair. At the sound of it, Bucky´s and Sarah´s posture changed immediately to warm smiles and relaxed shoulders.

Sam came down with a big grin on his face and Red Wing in his hands.

“Finally” Cass sighted, already grabbing the spoon to serve himself, just to get his hand clapped away by Sarah.

“Don´t be so impatient Cass, let your uncle take a seat first”

“Oh, don´t worry about me. Cass serve yourself; I still have something to say” Sam intervened his grin growing even bigger. Sarah and Bucky exchanged for the first time a glance.

“Red Wing, had been quite useful today” Sam said laying the drone on a little side table near the stairs. “Yes, quite useful” Sam repeated with a chuckle seating himself on his usual spot besides Bucky, who seemed really preoccupied over his strange behavior.

“I think if I ever stranded on a lone island, I would hope to have Red Wing with me” Sam kept on talking, taking the spoon from AJ, who already was pouncing his plate. “He could alarm me from any wild animals or even hunt something for me, without complaining or competing” he added savoring the confused expressions of his family “Yes, he truly is my favorite” Sam finished, passing the spoon to Bucky.

Sarah choked on her wine, looking over to Bucky, who couldn´t compute what was going on.

The boys bursted out in to a laugh, Sam gladly joined.

“How?” Buck asked knitting his brows, still holding the serving spoon, then his eyes shifted to the little red drone on the side table “Oh”

“Yes” was the only thing Sam managed to say between tears.

Sarah and Bucky looked at each other for another moment completely embarrassed. Then both grinned joining the others laughs.

After everyone caught their breath again, Cass broke the silence “But uncle Sam who´s your real favorite?”

Sam smiled at his little nephew “Red wing is real isn´t he?”

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[orionnquartzwater]

In a local witches group on my personal FB page, an admin I look up to asked us what our current altars looked like at the moment to spark up a discussion. I had an offhand picture of recently showing and explaining my faith to a friend of mine, but as I began to reflect on the items, my reply grew longer and longer until Facebook just gave up on allowing me to post it. Still wanting to share, I figured I would host my answer here.

This is my current set-up. Please excuse some of the mess, I'm currently in the process of clearing out the old for the new calender year. I don't work at my altar very often at the moment as life has been a little hectic, but it's right above my fireplace in my living room! ♡

PHOTO DESCRIPTION WITH DETAILS AND PERSONAL HISTORIES BEHIND THE OBJECTS PICTURED: On white shelf above the fireplace in my living room is my altar, lit by a ceiling light that brings the eye to the center of the image where a wall-hanging of the elemental symbols I hand-crafted in branches and black twine covers a large portion of the white wall in the back. In the middle on the top of the hanging decor is a clear hand-crafted witch ball I made several years back when my coven was still meeting and I was teaching some of the history behind them and what they are today filled with many different herbs and a large cinnamon stick. Several natural pieces of twine hang from some of the twigs that make up the elemental symbols, used for tying and drying herb bunches above my altar, currently sitting empty. On both sides framing the mantle on the wall, there two metallic swirling candle holders, one of which has a recently gifted antique bell from my once-ignorant and oppressive grandmother about what my faith truly had meant to me on twine hanging from it. In the dead center of the altar, a large glass candle holder sits containing a layered orange and red candle, burned most of the way down with ash on the insise of the glass as it hasn't been in use for some time. Currently displayed on top of the candle is my own hand-crafted wand that sits perfectly balanced in my hand with the natural curve of the branch. It felt made for my hand as I whittled the top down and used copper and quartz to charge it, wrapping the handle and charging the energy forward with the small point I've had for years until I found why I had clung to it.

Two alabaster statuette busts of the Greek deities Artemis (to the left), and Apollo (to the right) also frame the large glass candleholder. The statues are of the deities who I worked faithfully worked with to recieve my service dog Andromeda, and thank constantly trying to honor, as everything in my life had said I couldn't receive her from time to money to circumstance to lack of outside help, even though everything else about it was said that it was truly meant for me, and I believe to this day it was due to them watching me working tirelessly to do everything on my end including my rituals and asking for their assistance that they granted me a medically healing (Apollo's side) & faithful canine (Artemis's side). I had the statues shipped to me from Greece, and the golden accents on the alabaster textiles and laurel on them are probably my favorite part of them. They're one of my most prized possessions. The two godly siblings face each other with their heads cast in different directions. Behind Artemis, slightly to her right is a black and white painting I did of the forested coast and night sky with a prominent moon bouncing off the waves and a comet in the stars above (Ironically, my dog Andromeda (Andi) was listed as Comit in the breeders list as well, something I hadn't even considered when painting and adding it to my altar). To Artemis' left is a small antler chew we took from my service dog when she was too big to use it safely any longer, as well as a small clay torso of the human form I crafted some time ago. In front of the mini painting is where I currently sit a chakra bracelet gifted to me years ago, and sitting in front of those not too far from the edge is an incense holder depicting a skeleton with roses around it as a memento mori, a circle of life as the ash falls and the incense is burned. To the left of that are some pieces of geodes and petrified woods I have that my grandmother also gifted me, two unused candles in front of those, and a petrified wood piece laying flat that holds two tiny pinecones connected by a stem and two coins for abundance beside a ceramic acorn bowl holding many gemstones collected through the years, including the labradorite my grandmother also gifted me when I was a small child and found myself connecting to the stone as I connected to the faith alone on my own. To the left of that is a tall decorative triple goddess wooden box box my dad's girlfriend bought for me, a small black and white moon phase & elemental symbol zentangle art piece sitting above it that I drew in pen in high school, and in front of them on the altar is an antique taxidermied dog-paw letter opener made of Mother of Pearl, dating the beloved Print's death as Sept 15th, 1867 that I use for directing energy, connecting to the love we hold for those in our lives, and also with connecting to the centuries past in my own hands.

To Apollo's right sits a massive pinecone, and behind him somewhat obscured is a small wax burner currently holding the remnants of the ritual work I had been using to call forth my service dog to me as a variety of herbs, green wax for abundance and coins. To the right of that are a variety of candles, currently perching a bird's nest that had fallen out of and was sitting abandoned from the tree in front of my apartments two years ago that would have been tossed by maintainence or mowed over but found a renewed life in my practice after it sat abandoned for some time. Beside that is a squared lantern of black metal framinh with frosted glass and metallic fir tree silhouettes. Also the right of that, leaning over the edge of the mantle from a small end table not pictured is a twig broom with the bristles up. (On the very edge of the mantle also sits a large bottle of hand-sanitizer constantly in use as I live with a hospital worker, and both cleanliness and healthcare are just as important in our faith, lest we forget to take care of ourselves with the modern knowledge passed down to us now, nor forget to do our part wherever we go.)

— I haven't had the mind to do much traditional work, even here, and this doesn't include the dresser I plan on doing a fuller altar for so I can have a place to be alone, in my space, and wholly enter the circle once more as I haven't been able to do that in a very, very long time, but this one houses most of my items of power, is displayed prominently, and is curated to allow me to remember to honor my faith more and never stop working on it, taking time to stand in front of it and reflect on me, my faith, where I came from and where I'm going as well as spending a moment with the deities I honor. After my birthday later this year growing up in a household of agnostics and the faith and discomfort of my oppressive grandparents, I'll actually have been in the faith for more than half my life as I was only 11 when I stumbled into it alone, celebrated my first Imbolc all by myself by making crafts out of ribbons and buying and lighting candles, meditating reading books. I ran around with my bell wand shaking it at nature to reawaken it for spring, and I knew I would always be in the faith, and want to raise a future family in it, and grow a community of like-minded folks. I'm still always learning, and it makes me equally immensely proud and insanely humbled when I can teach others what I've learned since the faith found me. I can actually remember crying to my grandma about whether or not magic(k) could truly exist in the world and she told me if I believed in it, it DID at that age, and the feelings of finding power in my faith after growing up so alone have been unlike any other. Finding other witches was one of the most impactful moments of my life, especially growing up in a heavily Christian town of just over 1,000. Nothing has made me ever feel more fulfilled than people who know me and know I have been in the faith since childhood coming up to me to timidly ask them to teach them some things and where they could start to learn more, asking questions and finding me with a million resources for them, only to come back at a later date and truly thank me for helping them find their path to deity, to nature, to being one with the energies around us and finding power in their experiences and newfound budding faith and community. I've since found a true passion for anthropology and folklore, and I never feel more whole than working with others who share that with me. I think that my coven was one of the best things I experienced in high school, a mix of young witches learning and finding our paths and bringing our passions to life with each other and what we knew over good food, good friends and good faith wasn't something I got to experience often until then.

I'm still hoping to one day build an establishment where witches and aspiring witches can come, talk, read, ask for recommendations, be taught by local witches, take community crafting classes with history lessons, and be able to continue to provide that feeling to other folks. One of the people I ended up mentoring after they were asking me questions and for book recommendations, for clarifications and good conversation, also reaffirmed my childhood last name of faith that came to me by expressing their gratitude of my mentorship referring to me as "a willow tree I was providing wisdom, knowledge and needed shade to the growing saplings around them," and I actually broke down crying as Willow was the last name I ended up with as child, and Willowtree was the last name I had settled on after my transition. I hate the feeling of buying myself mass-produced items used for making a quick buck off a community rather than fostering the Craft, and the power that's within our tools created by hand or when they're gifted by people who impacted us with the knowledge of what they mean and the things they hold are just so much different than not knowing the ethical conditions of who made the materials, or the companies behind them pandering for money, and it's a bit of a passion project as my physical health keeps me from being able to work much on my own. I often wish I could go back and tell a young me how much I would learn and do, how many amazing people I would meet, and communities I would find, even in the areas directly around me. I think I would have been amazed. After writing all of this, I looked back and realized that my current set-up is actually doing it's EXACT job right now. As I described the objects and what they meant to me when I got them, I got caught up in it the same way I do IRL when I pass by and take a moment to think about what my faith holds for me, where I'm coming from and where I really want to take things from here. I guess it's REALLY just that effective on me that even trying to answer a question about it off-hand in a post really ends up in me really taking a minute to address who I am and the power it all holds to me, especially standing where I stand today.

Blessed Be! I hope everyone has a wonderful week.

— 12.9.2020