#empath protection

[lokischaoticbitchwitch]

Veiling

Many religions, cultures, and other New Age spiritual practices opt to veil or wear a special hat to protect the crown chakra and cover the head. This helps keep your energy to yourself and other people’s energies out of your personal space.This is nothing new, and many empaths are now choosing to veil themselves with beautiful scarves. However you can use anything that covers your head; a beanie, hat, headband, hood of a jacket or hoodie.

1. Pick a Beautiful Scarf, Hat, or Other Head Piece to Veil Yourself

2. Use a Protective Essential Oil on Your Crown Chakra. If you’re not into head coverings, you can also make an empath veil with protective essential oils such as Frankincense, Myrrh, or Rose oils.

Frankincense and Myrrh essential oils are very grounding, as well as offering energetic protection and clearing. Just rub a couple of drops of one of these protective essential oils into your crown chakra (top of your head) to create an invisible empath veil.

3. Have the Intention that the Empath Veiling will be for Protection. As you veil yourself with a shroud, scarf, hat, or even a hoodie for protection and empath shielding, do so with reverence and strong intentions.

Cleanse your veil with lavender incense, sage smoke (common, tricolor, purple), the sun or moon, or with a crystal. Then pass through the smoke of a black candle (this can be done with a white candle if you don’t have a black). You may say a small prayer or invocation asking Thor to assist you with the empath veiling protection, or whoever you identify with; spirit guides can be asked as well or the elements.

[diana-rajchel]

Empath Training via Wicked Grounds: Deep Cord Cutting

Hi everyone, I’m back on Tumblr and while my presence is mostly in and out like it is everywhere, I did want to pause and give some insight into my current round of Wicked Grounds workshops.  

Since 2017, I have been developing a series of trainings for metaphysical empaths. How I define empath is pretty specific - in my approach, it is a person that mistakes the emotions of others for their own, who also happens to have their emotional energetic body the furthest out from their physical body.  This is NOT the only kind of empath out there, but because of my vocation, this is the type of empath I encounter the most, and the one that I  myself happen to be.

I consider other psychic perceptions, etc. as coinciding with “empath” but not the same thing as being one. I have already taught my introductory empath trainings live at Wicked Grounds and at Convocation, and I’m expanding my material every year with Wicked Grounds and Golden Apple Metaphysical.  

My class series focuses on energy work adjusted for empaths, with additional tweaks made when possible for people who may also have some form of neurodivergence. 

The scope is strictly on the energy work side of the metaphysical empath experience.  

We are at our third class in the series, Cord Cutting for empaths. Empaths tend to form energetic ties to other people far more easily than those that are not, and rarely does it happen with conscious consent. Because of the frequency and the way those cords form, there are some energy techniques I’ve developed to release that cordage when it digs deeper to the point that the empath mistakes it for their own energy.

You do not need to attend the first two classes to participate in this one. The class I’m featuring here happens on 4/20 (whee!) at 6 pm PST. The ticket link is: https://forbiddentickets.com/events/wicked-grounds/2023-04-20-online-empath-training-level-3  

There is a sliding scale from Wicked Grounds to keep it accessible to the community while also offering teachers and the platform reasonable support.

Disclaimer: While aspects of mental health may be discussed in this class, I am not a mental health professional and it is not intended as therapy. 

[poetrybyonur]

The curse of an empath. We hear the screams of mothers, we feel the terror of the children, the feel pain of the fathers. So many tears. We hear the world weeping. It’s unbearable. There is no excuse, no reason to justify the indiscriminate and purposeful murder of children. Those who do are not human but are monsters.

[redactedresearch]

I think Handsome Jack cried so hard he threw up once he really stood and acknowledged Angel's passing

[uncanny-tranny]

You know... it's okay to trust your body. If you are separated from your body to such an extent you feel you cannot trust it, I truly from the bottom of my heart empathize and feel grief for you, but you can trust your body.

It's okay to listen to your body and to heed what it is telling you. I wish you (and your body) well wherever you go. You deserve the peace of mind to feel able to do what you want.

[safe-haven-safe-place]

[sunandflame]

Weak Moment

“Hey sweetheart, is everything alright?” He touched you on your shoulder and brought you back to reality.

"Hm? What did you say…?"

“I was asking if everything was alright. You are staring at the blank wall for a while. You seem totally lost in your thoughts.” Kyojuro looked at you worriedly. "May I hug you?" He did not ask you if you need a hug because you certainly do, but he felt unsure of how to approach you.

“Yes of course” Your smile was weak, but his arms were strong. You felt the exhaustion of the last few days on your shoulders and how they slowly melted with the heavy heat of his embrace. You allowed yourself a weak moment and nuzzled your face into his chest. You breathed in deeply so that his scent clouded your senses.

You were in his embrace for a while until you noticed that he was wiping your tears with his fingers. “Hey you don’t have to act strong in front of me, you know that, right?”

“Yes, yes I know…”

crossposted on AO3

[euphorictruths]

Heal- Joon Ahn; 2015

[animangalover-writes]

I need more skip x norman content asap and I'm not talented enough to make my own. Somebody please heed my call.

[avalon-princesss]

Emoji Spell for Spiritual & Energy Protection during the holidays & family gatherings:

💫💜🧿💜🕯💜🎄🎁💗👨‍👩‍👧‍👦💗🎁🎄💜🕯💜🧿💜💫

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[bhaalsdeepbat]

i think astarion is going to always have a natural lust for power. like i think his vampiric nature will just forever cause certain desires, but spawn ending kinda reasserts that he has the power to resist AND shows he has people he can rely on to talk him down if he needs it.

[poetrybyonur]

Today, October 4th, is World Animal Day, celebrating animal rights and welfare across the globe. To me, animals are neither “pets” or objects we “own.” They are souls, our healers and helpers. Respect them. Honour them. Protect them.

[aheckinmess]

Movie Magic [Aizawa] (Fluff)

(One-Shot 9/? in a collection of My Hero Academia one-shots posted regularly on Saturdays and sometimes Sundays.)

Read on AO3.

Tags: Aizawa x OC, Pro Hero Eraserhead x OC, Shouta Aizawa, Original Female Character, Ichijiku Aoki, Aizawa Fluff, Protective Shouta Aizawa, Tired Shouta Aizawa, Aizawa is Good at Feelings, Aizawa is a Good Significant Other, Movie Nights are the Best Nights, OC is an Empath, Aizawa is a Logic Boy, Let's See What Happens

Word Count: 1,052 words

Summary: Ichijiku has a domestic night in with Shouta watching a movie. It results in tears and comfort, as well as a few surprises.

Ichijiku (Tigress)

Soft, serious music echoes through the house as Shouta and I curl up on the couch. I absently throw a handful of popcorn in my mouth every few minutes, invested in the fate of my fictional friends. I don’t even realize I’ve involuntarily tucked my cold feet between Shouta’s bare calves.

“Gah! What are you doing?”

“...my feet are cold.”

“Those are your feet?” He chuckles and lifts the covers, tossing some more over us to make sure I’m thoroughly covered. “I thought those were ice cubes. Why didn’t you say something? I can turn the heat up.”

“No! I want you to stay here.” I pout, before giggling when he snuggles closer. “Thank you, love.”

He swipes a piece of popcorn from my bowl and I stick out my tongue at him, before tilting it back to him.

“You want some more?”

“Hm? Oh, no. I just took a piece as payment for my service acting as a space heater.” He teases, kissing my cheek and rubbing his thumb over my side.

We’re both distracted as the music on screen turns intense and dramatic. My chewing stops as I hone in on the dramatic fight between my favorite character and the antagonist. I exhale deeply when the worst seems over and my character makes it out mostly unscathed.

I set my popcorn bowl aside when another wave of fighting ensues, and I grip Shouta’s hand, my heart thumping fearfully in my chest as I fear for the worst. The movie’s almost over. No. It’s closing in on the end and he’s outnumbered. He can’t die!

When I see his best friend pop up on the screen I know it’s over. My tears start their descent. No, he’s going to sacrifice himself! Stop! He shoves his sword into the spaceship to send him and the remaining aliens up into the atmosphere, leaving his friend safe and unmarred.

His eyes close and the camera pans out in slow motion as bright light turns the screen white. When it fades to black, the next scene shows us a group in black gathered around a grave.

“NO!” I cry. “That’s not fair!”

Shouta pulls me close to him while I watch the funeral through blurry tears. I hug his side tightly and I whimper softly until the credits roll. Only then do I tuck my face in his chest and wail out my sorrow. Shouta’s chest shudders through his own emotions, but even when it eventually ceases I’m still crying.

“Hey, it’s going to be okay, Kitten.” He coos, coaxing my head up to run his fingers through the sides of my hair.

I sniffle through my clogged nose and try to get quieter. It results in a trembling of my chest.

“I’m sorry…” I cough. “I’m sorry for being too emotional.”

“That’s not anything to be sorry for. You impress and inspire me every day with just how compassionate your heart is.” He caresses my cheek, his brown eyes rimmed red. “He was your comfort character. I’m not surprised his death hit so hard.”

“I was hoping that of all the characters he would be the one to survive!” I whine. “There were thirty other main characters to choose from!”

“I know, Kitten.” He frowns. “I understand more than you know.”

“I know, Shouta-kun.” I kiss his cheek, knowing exactly who he’s referring to. “Will you hold me for a bit?”

“I’ve been holding you,” He jokes to lighten the mood. It sounds more amusing because of his dry tone.

After a cool down and some much needed cuddles, I sigh into his neck and start moving off of him. I grab my popcorn bowl to take to the kitchen and tug Shouta’s hand to signal him to follow.

“Do you want me to make some kake udon for dinner?” I call, dumping the popcorn kernels and setting the bowl in the sink.

“You don’t have to. We had popcorn and snacks for the movie. I know making the dashi takes a bit.” He hugs me from behind and kisses my cheek. “I’ll be right back. Bathroom.”

“I’ll make some. I’m feeling a bit peckish and it’ll mean you have something for lunch tomorrow.” I decide, warming under his attention. When he heads to the back, I start preparing the dashi.

It’s only been cooking for a few minutes when I hear his footsteps down the hall. I turn to the sink to wash out my bowl while I wait for the kombu to boil. When his footsteps reach me, I turn around.

“Do you want–oh my gosh, what are you doing?” I gasp, taking a step back when I see him on his knee.

The world seems frozen in time as he smiles and pulls out a small box. He pulls open the top to reveal a simple but stunning diamond ring, just my style. I cover my mouth as my eyes widen.

“Ichijiku, you know…I wasn’t planning on asking you, but I’ve come to realize life is short. I wanted to make this moment more surreal to match your ethereal beauty in all ways, but I can’t wait anymore. We’re both heroes, we never know when we’ll breathe our last. So, Ichijiku Aoki…” He takes a deep breath with glistening vulnerable eyes. “Will you marry me?”

I forget to breathe. Carefully, I kneel down and pull him in my arms, squeezing him as tightly as I dare.

“Yes.” I breathe. “Yes, Shouta, of course I’ll marry you.”

His heavy breath rattles through both of us as he sighs in relief, arms tightening around me.

“I’m so glad.”

When we pull back, he slides the ring on my finger and I stare at it in awe. I cup his face in my hands and kiss him. We gaze at each other, smiles painting a glow around us as the world falls away. Shouta and I are all that exists.

At least until a hissing sound reminds me that my kombu is boiling over.

“Ah! The dashi!” I screech, pulling back and heading over to turn down the heat and add katsuobushi.

Shouta laughs and gets back on his feet to return to my side. He rests his head on my shoulder.

“Ichijiku Aizawa has a nice ring to it.” He hums.

“It does.”

[skylarmoon71]

Lex Luthor (Smallville) - Short Story : Chapter 6

It’s usually custom to use the door, but some people don’t seem to get that concept.

“Hi there.”

You screeched at the voice, and Clark raced into your room. It probably didn’t help that you’d just gotten out of the shower and you were still standing in a towel. He was in hero mode the minute he stepped inside your room, but the second he caught sight of you dripping wet, it was as if all his brain power had dissolved.

“CLARK!!”

“Sorry!!” He replied. He spun around in the other direction.

“What are you doing!! Catch that freaking hot stranger in my bed!!” You yelled.

Clark’s gaze moved to the brunette and she just smiled.

“Zatanna, nice to meet you.”

She was dressed like a circus performer, holding out a hand.

“GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!!”

It’s clear that the morning was off to an interesting start.

After getting dressed, you met Clark and his friend downstairs. Clearly annoyed.

“We’ve talked about this, you can’t just show up. Especially at my friend’s house.”

“She’s the one that called me here.” Zatanna reasoned.

“I don’t even know you lady.” You were glaring and she smiled.

“I was summoned by the call of your magic. I thought I was the only gifted being here, but it seems I was wrong.” She was still wearing that knowing smile, and now you took a seat on your couch, clearly trying to follow what she was saying.

“What do you mean by magic? I don’t have magic.”

She was looking at you as if it were a joke, then she started laughing.

“You’re kidding right. Do you really not know that you’re magical? You have empathic abilities, where did you think they came from?”

“The meteor shower.”

“Oh, please. That meteor shower may have been supernatural, but there is so much more out there than our alien friend here.” She pointed to Clark.

“You’re a crossbreed, just like me. I got my powers from my father, but your abilities must have been further down your familial tree. Mages don’t typically manifest one so prominently. It must mean that your other abilities are still growing. “

You weren’t sure if you liked the sound of that. Because you were still struggling to get a grasp on this one.

Zatanna could see your worried look, and she moved closer, patting your arm teasingly.

“Relax, you have me now. I’m a little busy, but I can pop by now and then to show you the ropes. I’m relieved you didn’t turn out to be a lust craze deity like my last trip.”

“A what?”

She brushed it off.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll be seeing you both soon.”

You wanted more questions, but you blinked and she was gone.

That was irritating. Your eyes moved to Clark who tensed up from his spot next to your couch.

“Why are all your superhuman friends so weird?”

He just chuckled nervously.

“The next time one of them breaks in I’m shooting you.”

“Why me!!”

“BECAUSE I CAN!!”

Maybe you were still a bit bitter that she’d scared the crap out of you while you were almost naked. You had a right to hold a grudge.

~

Lex wasn’t a stranger to being alone. He’d gotten used to it. The isolation. Although lately he’d become much more used to company. Just not the kind he expected. That’s why he told himself he should have called. You shouldn’t just show up at someone’ s house.

That’s what he thought, but now that he was at your door, he couldn’t turn away now. Sucking in a breath, he knocked twice. He could vaguely hear shuffling, or was that yelling?

The door opened, and the last person he wanted to see was Clark.

The space became quiet.

Too quiet.

“Who’s at the door Clark!!”

You sound so casual and Lex couldn’t help but feel jealous at how familiar you sound as you call Clark.

“It’s Lex.”

His tone was almost emotionless. Lex knew better than to expect anything less.

“Good to see you too, Clark.”

The door opened just a bit wider, and you peeked your head out from under Clark’s arm. For a brief moment his mind forgot about his giant of an ex-best friend. Because of the clear size difference, well, he couldn’t deny that you looked unnaturally cute. Especially with wet hair.

Wait..wet hair?

“Geez, do none of you have a good concept of manners. First Clark almost catches me with the towel down and now you’re randomly showing up.”

Your words caused a shift. Lex wasn’t sure why, but he felt a sense of relief at your explanation. The thought of you with Clark, it..it didn’t sit well with him.

You pushed Clark out the door and he stumbled, looking at you incredulously. Lex moved to the side, obviously not expecting it either.

“Go and find your weird friend and tell her not to pop up in my bedroom again.” You said taking Lex’s hand as you guided him inside.

“Come on Lex, at least you don’t have your millionaire friends sneaking into my bedroom.”

“It’s not my fault she’s crazy!!” Clark called.

“Goodbye Clark!”

You closed the door in his face, and Lex just stood there, trying to process what happened.

“Did you really just kick him out?”

“Wanna join him?”

“No ma’am.”

“Good, make yourself at home, I was just about to have lunch.”

“It’s two in the afternoon.”

“Oh,”

You supposed talking to that witch messed with your plans.

“A snack it is.”

You turned to the kitchen and Lex followed behind hesitantly. He’d never been inside your house. This wasn't exactly how he pictured his first visit.

“(Y/N)..”

Clark’s whiny voice on the other side of your door pulled you back.

“What, why are you still here!!”

“Let me in!”

You huff.

You wanted to hang out with Lex, but you didn’t want two of them glaring at each other the entire afternoon.

“Fine, I’ll let you in, but you play nice with Lex.”

There’s a prolonged silence on the other side.

“Fine.”

You smile, and Lex is anything if not impressed.

“It’s open.” You call.

He turned the knob, stepping in, clearly mad that you hadn’t even bothered to lock it just to torment him.

It was definitely going to be an interesting evening. 

[tanoraqui]

Continuation of the Silmarillion Superhero AU, specifically expansion on Celebrimbor’s Haunted House Adventure. Cheerfully self-indulgent.

The door to the office of the CEO of Fëa Technologies, Inc. was cracked open. By the twinkle of city lights coming in through the hallway windows and the faint glow of his sword, Valiant inspected it carefully for wires strung across the gap, tripping hazards on the floor, a bucket full of Eru knew what propped against the inner doorframe. Every few seconds, he paused to listen intently for the quiet whir of electronics, any electronics.

He was perfectly aware that a camera was watching his every move and that he looked completely ridiculous. But it had been a long night.

Finding nothing, he used the tip of his sword to push the door another inch open. Someone was breathing in there, and shifting as though restless. But no new traps triggered…yet.

He kicked the door the rest of the way open and strode into the dark office.

Valiant knew where everything in this room lay. The tall, broad central desk, built to intimidate. The respectably stuffed bookcases, at least one of which disguised a hidden door, with a handful of comfortable chairs beside them for more casual conversation. The rare original art on two walls, the family crest on a third, and the floor-to-ceiling windows that made up the fourth, now tuned to impenetrable darkness.

A single beam of light illuminated only the tall-backed black chair behind the desk.

It swiveled to reveal its occupant: a nine-year-old boy with light skin and dark hair, and electric-blue eyes bright with the Light of Vala-derived powers. He was wearing pajamas with a cartoon robot on the shirt. In one hand he held a tablet computer, screen out of view, and with the other he stroked a roomba which was whirring softly on his lap. A pile of what were probably encyclopedias boosted his seat on the chair, which (along with the desk) was made for a man over six feet tall.

“Congratulations, Hero, for surviving my Tower of Terror!” he cried.

Fingon lowered his sword, though he didn’t quite lean against the doorframe. Nor did he discount the roomba. One of those things had eaten half a sleeve of his semi-indestructible supersuit.

“Tyelpë, where is your uncle.”

“My name is ‘Spark,’” the young villain argued, leg bouncing petulantly.

“Alright, Spark. Where is your uncle?”

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