#in which citrin is so done

[ethereacals]

i wish i were heather...

synopsis: you were under the impression that you were stable in your secret long-term relationship with three of the four marauders, until it becomes clear that you aren't the girl they want anymore. (so you think). will you lose them before its too late? or have you already?

pairings: fem!reader x poly!marauders ` poly!marauders x lily evans

warnings: NO LILY SLANDER!! SHE'S PERFECT AND BEAUTIFUL AND ITS NOT HER FAULT!!, cusswords, ANGST, depressing, a blip of reader skipping meals on the radar but it's srsly nothing crazy, insecure reader, the marauders besides peter are dicks, reader is a little naive, the marauders borderline cheat on you, no happy ending, there might still be one thoughhh, possibly slytherin!reader if you squint?,

part one in the conan gray series

A/N!!: In some of the fic i use colors to represent a certain character! Orange is Lily, Red is James, and Green is Barty :3

wc; 2.4k

LIFE WAS AMAZING, which is not usually how stories begin.

You felt so safe and secure in your secret relationship with Hogwarts' once most eligible bachelors... The Marauders.

The rush of excitement that coursed through your veins every time you shared a hidden glance with Remus, or hiding in the showers of the Gryffindor boys locker room with James after his quidditch victory, and sneaking off to empty classrooms where anyone from anywhere could catch you with Sirius.

It was heavenly, these boys were all you would ever need.

until... now.

You were in Remus' sweater, he said it looked better on you than it did him. If only he knew how much you liked him...

The fireplace erupted with a citrine glow, illuminating the Gryffindor common room beautifully.

Most impactfully, it lit up Remus' scar-kissed features.

His freckles looked as if they were painted onto his face with careful hands by a renaissance painter.

His eyes half-lidded from his lack of sleep from the incoming full moon that was slowly approaching, it pained you to know how much they hurt him.

For once, Remus wasn't in a sweater. Since his was rested comfortably on your body, as your scent comforted The Wolf greatly.

And his scent comforted you, too.

Remus' book had suddenly landed on your lap, and though it startled you a bit. You didn't bother to ask why, until you sat up.

Remus was locked in a passionate conversation with Gryffindor's resident golden girl, Lily Evans.

"Evans, it's lovely to see you."

"Same to you, Lupin."

Godric, was she beautiful.

"I just stopped by to see if you had gotten any of the Defence Against The Dark Arts homework done?"

Lily Evans was as radiant as an angel who blessed anyone with her presence.

"I have; actually, I just finished my paper."

Remus seemed mesmerized by her, the golden gleam from the fire painting her features gorgeously in that same citrine glow as Remus'.

"Could I have a look of it? Not to copy it- obviously, I just want to see how others are wording the question."

You weren't even half as pretty as Lily.

"Of course, and I know you'd never cheat."

"You're the smartest witch in our year."

You tried not to mind other girls flirting with your boys.

Just because you knew that later that night they'd be back to your boys again, and only yours.

As she was about to go, she planted a soft kiss on the side of Remus' cheek, leaving him blushing softly as he bid her goodbye.

Your heart clenched, it was merely a pleasantry. You were being dramatic.

"Are you alright, dove?" Your head perked up at the sound of Remus' voice.

"Hm? Yeah, I'm fine." You mused, albeit a bit absentmindedly.

"Are you tired?" He asked carefully.

"I am, actually..." You forced a sweet smile onto your lips, as he leaned down to kiss them softly.

That kiss was the last one that felt anything more than a chore, an obligation.

That was also your last kiss with Remus.

Cheering James on at the quidditch pitch was just the thrill you needed after that melancholy moment with Remus.

He soared through the field like he was on top of the world, the players scattered around the pitch for one common goal: to win.

Gryffindor had won the game with 60 points, and James had caught the snitch like usual.

This game was also a rain game.

Just as you were about to head down to showers when you spotted Lily excitedly trailing after James.

You knew full well that James chased Lily tirelessly since they started school, that was also well before you came into the picture.

You also knew that she wanted nothing to do with him or the other marauders, so what was with her infatuation now?

Why your boys? She couldn't find her own boys?

But maybe she was just being friendly, right? The boys would never ever cheat on you... right?

You heard Lily giggle as James so graciously held the curtain open for her to enter the locker room, and your heart clenched.

You followed them in, jealously.

"James?" You called, as James poked his head from the changing area. Sweat glistening off his abs.

"Hi, Y/N." He shut the curtain behind him, as if he had something to hide.

Also; he barely just called you by your first name.

"You didn't come to see me after the game?" You questioned, grazing his cheek gently as he spoke."

"Sorry, Y/N. It was a long one." He excused, as he clearly looked a bit flushed.

"You look red, are you dehydrated?"

"Godric, y/n. you are hardly my mum."

You giggled as if it was a joke, yet he seemed quite stone faced.

You cleared your throat embarrassingly once you realized.

"I... just wanted to congratulate you on another win." You forcefully smiled again.

"Thank you, I really appreciate that." Then, he flashed his classic grin at you.

The grin he hadn't flashed at you since he realized he genuinely liked you.

What the fuck?

"Victory kiss?" You asked quietly, with some false hope mixed in.

"Of course." He pecked your forehead quickly, before hurrying off back to his changing area.

And with that, you had also left the steamy tent and outside into the cool, soft rain once more.

A forehead kiss? whenever he used to give you victory kisses they'd be full-on make outs in that same changing room or the showers.

James was falling out of love with you, and you knew it.

Luckily, you could easily disguise your tears with the excuse of it raining.

"Victory kiss?" Lily mewled, from her position on the stool in his changing spot.

"Just on the forehead, lovely."

You stopped showing up to breakfast, as the one time you decided to go Lily was sat in your spot next to Sirius.

Dorcas was nearly at her wits end with the boys and their antics.

The motley crew of Slytherins were the only ones who knew of your relationship, and they were pissed off.

"Treasure, surely they aren't fucked enough to know that you are the best thing they've ever had!" Barty explained, laying upside-down on his bed across from you.

"I-It's no use, Jr." You cried softly, mirroring his position yet on your bed instead. The tears (and blood) rushing to your hairline instead of your face because Dorcas said 'Your makeup is too pretty to ruin, love.' .

"There is a use, Y/L/N. we'll kill them-"

"Jr, absolutely not." Regulus chided, rubbing your shoulder. "She's clearly upset, I don't see the issue."

"Murder is never a good option, Barty." Dorcas scolded gently.

"So what are we gonna do then? My Treasure can't go on like this!"

"You said you've already talked to James and Remus? Maybe you can go talk to... eh... Sirius." Clearly, that name was hard for Regulus to get out.

"*Sniff* yeah, yeah- I'll go talk to him..." You sat up half-hazardously, and strutted out of the dorm-room to go (hopefully) save your relationship.

You still remember the third of December.

Sirius lounged on the couch while speaking with the other marauders, about some sort of prank on the other group of Slytherins.

"And then, we'll-"

"Hi, Siri." You sat next to him, beaming up at him (hopefully).

"...y/n." He greeted casually, before continuing to talk.

Your smile faded, as he continued to talk to your other boyfriends friends about this horrible prank.

Instead of leaving, you sat quietly next to them, as if you were some decoration or trophy wife.

This was truly your breaking point, as you saw Lily sit down on the couches of the common room as she caught all of their attention, you hadn't seemed to do that for ages. Though, she was wearing something familiar...

Remus'... sweater...

Remus'- YOUR Remus' sweater.

"How's it look?" Lily asked, giving them a twirl. Their eyes locked on her.

"Gorgeous, doll." Sirius flirted, shooting her a wink.

"Truly a sight for sore eyes." James grinned.

"It looks better on you than it did me." Remus took her hand and helped her sit down on the couch in between him and James.

That's exactly what he said to you...

He put his arm 'round her shoulder,

suddenly you got colder.

She's got them mesmerized... while you die.

But how could you hate her?

She's such an angel...

But then again you wished she were dead.

"Why would you ever kiss me?" You asked impulsively.

"What?" James looked up from Lily, all eyes on you.

"I mean- I'm not even half as pretty."

"Y/n, You're overthinking it-" Remus started it.

"You gave her your sweater!" You shot back.

"It's just polyester!" Remus defended.

"But you like her better." You felt the tears rush to your waterline.

"We're done." You whispered, leaving Lily looking so confused and the common room dead quiet.

"What does she mean by that...?" Lily seemed horrified.

"We... weren't really dating.." Sirius attempted to defend.

"Yes, we were, you tosser!" James shoved him.

"You said yourself that you were bored of her!" Remus stated matter-of-factly.

"Was I seriously the other woman?" Lily mewled, her hands clutching the sides of her head.

"Nonono- No, we were planning to break up with her but- because we all wanted you-" Sirius tried again.

"Then don't fuck around with her feelings just to get me!" Lily yelled, standing up quickly.

"I appreciate the admiration- but I need time to process, okay? You all were absolute... arseholes to her, I'll admit." Lily started,

"Are you saying no?" James quickly cut in.

"...No..." Lily ended.

After crying your eyes out to Barty and Regulus over your breakup, December 7th rolled around.

The day that students were meant to be studying for their OWLS and other end of term exams.

You would usually be in the library 24/7.

Lily, had finally come around and accepted the boys' proposal, and their relationship became public quickly.

Lily obviously still felt this bitter taste of guilt in her mouth, as did all of them.

So today, Lily had convinced them all to apologize to you for borderline cheating and lying and manipulating and gaslighting-.

But, you were nowhere to be found.

"Regulus! Regulus, wait up!" Lily ran through the hallways to get to her.

"Evans, Brother.. Potter... and Lupin.." She said those last three names with utter disgust.

"We're trying to find Y/n, have you seen her?" Remus asked quietly, he was definitely feeling the most guilt.

"Y/n? Well, If she was here, I think she'd completely refuse to see you lot." Regulus explained bluntly.

"W-What do you mean "If she was here"?" James questioned.

"I mean, Her, Junior., and the Rosier twins completed their OWLS early and hightailed it to Junior's holiday house for the rest of the break." He explained casually.

"What?" Sirius scowled.

"What the hell is my girl-... Y/n doing with them?" James had the same expression as Sirius.

"They are simply better friends then you were to her, hm? I don't blame her."

"When will she be back?" Lily asked breathlessly.

"End of December, If she ever returns." Regulus strolled away, potions book in hand.

"...We fucked up."

Fin.

[skullzy20]

ok I found a good frame to use but I still gave up because this takes too long to do solo

the grendel farm makes me experience pain I never thought possible

[theopenportal]

if you feel stuck right now, this message is meant to find you. 🪐🔮

take a deep breath. ground your energy. gaze gently at the three piles below, each paired with a crystal ally. which one speaks to your soul?

trust your intuition — it already knows the way.

these messages are woven for anyone feeling heavy, stagnant, lost in the in-between.

let them guide you back to yourself.

take what resonates. leave what doesn’t.

the magic will know where to land.

PILE 1: CITRINE

PILE 2: ROSE QUARTZ

PILE 3: AMETHYST

the cards are turning, the energy is waiting.

read below the cut for your message.

PILE 1: CITRINE

ִֶָ ☾⋆⁺₊ seven of pentacles · three of wands · the sun · seven of wands · death

you’re reading this because you feel stuck. i’m here to tell you that feeling isn’t failure — it’s a signal. a sacred pause. think of it as your ripening.

there’s something so uniquely painful about doing everything “right” and still seeing no results. you’ve been patient. intentional. maybe even painfully optimistic some days, holding onto hope by a thread. you’ve been watering the garden, trusting the light, showing up even when it’s quiet. and now you’re looking around, asking — where is it? where is the life i thought would have bloomed by now?

that ache in your chest? that disappointment? it’s valid. this reading isn’t here to shame your sadness. it’s here to remind you that you are not behind. you are simply in the part of the cycle no one likes to talk about: the long inhale before the breakthrough.

seven of pentacles is the gardener’s card. the slow-growing one. the one that tells you: the seeds are growing — they’re just doing it underground. and three of wands echoes that, showing you standing at the edge of your life, waiting for the ship you already sent out. you did your part. you made the choice. you took the risk. now you’re in that holy waiting room — the one that tests your faith. and the message here is this: don’t walk away before it blooms. don’t uproot what you’ve planted just because it hasn’t flowered yet.

there’s a new energy rising within you. the sun is in this reading — and that changes everything. it’s the most joyful card in the deck, promising clarity, warmth, renewal, play. it says that hope is not dead inside you — just buried under fear. but then seven of wands shows up and tells me this: you’ve been guarding yourself. holding back from fully believing good things could be yours. afraid to be caught off guard. afraid to get hurt. so you’ve learned to expect less. but your joy is not dangerous. your hope is not a liability. stop rationing your light. you were meant to feel alive.

and finally: death. the most misunderstood card in the deck. this isn’t about finality — it’s about release. about the sacred shedding of old selves. the self who needed control. the self who didn’t trust the timing. the self who lived in survival mode. you are allowed to outgrow that version of yourself. you are allowed to soften. you are allowed to bloom.

you’re not stuck. you’re just not done becoming yet. and the sun? the one rising in the background of all this? it’s already making its way to you.

PILE 2: ROSE QUARTZ

ִֶָ ☾⋆⁺₊ the hanged man · justice · temperance · the emperor · queen of swords. (holy shit.)

you feel stuck, but maybe it’s not because you’re lost — maybe it’s because your spirit refuses to move forward without integrity. maybe this stillness is self-respect in disguise.

you’ve been holding your breath for a long time, haven’t you? not because you’re weak — but because you’re waiting for something to shift. you can feel that the scales have been off. maybe in your relationships, maybe in how you've been treated, maybe in how you’ve treated yourself. there's this part of you that’s been screaming for balance, but you've been too tired — or too afraid — to speak up. and now? you feel like you're suspended in air. not falling, not flying. just... paused. and it’s infuriating. it makes you question everything.

the hanged man starts us here, in the pause. the uncomfortable stillness. but this card isn’t punishment — it’s perspective. it says: don’t fight the silence. let it show you something. this moment isn’t in your way — it is the way. you’re not stuck because you’re broken; you’re stuck because your old way of moving through the world no longer fits who you’re becoming. you’re learning to make decisions from your center, not from your chaos. and that’s brave.

next comes justice and temperance, side by side like divine hands. together, they speak of karmic recalibration. what’s been unspoken is coming to light. what’s been out of balance is being corrected — not just externally, but internally, too. this is deep, deep soul repair. you’re being asked to trust that even if you can’t see the healing yet, it’s happening. every time you choose truth over comfort, every time you choose peace over performance, you are calling your power back.

and then — the emperor. structure. authority. power that doesn’t waver. you are being invited to reclaim your seat at the head of your own table. for too long you’ve outsourced your worth to people who couldn’t hold it. no more. this is your backbone returning. your sovereignty. your reminder that softness and strength were never opposites. the emperor doesn’t beg. and neither should you.

queen of swords closes this reading like a blade of clarity through fog. she is grace sharpened by experience. her love is honest. her voice is clear. she doesn’t chase what’s not aligned. and neither should you. you don’t need to over-explain. you don’t need to be palatable. you are allowed to have high standards. boundaries don’t make you cold — they make you clean. and that’s what you’re becoming: clean, clear, and true.

you are not stuck. you’re just finally refusing to abandon yourself. and that’s a kind of progress the world won’t always celebrate — but your soul will.

PILE 3: AMETHYST

ִֶָ ☾⋆⁺₊ six of swords · four of wands · the lovers · eight of wands · the empress

you’re not stuck. you’re in motion — you just haven’t arrived yet. and the version of you you’re becoming? she’s already waiting on the other side.

there’s a certain kind of ache that comes from knowing something is ending… but not quite knowing where it leads. maybe you’ve left something behind — a person, a place, a dream — or maybe life just feels heavier lately. like you’re moving through fog. and when that happens, it’s so easy to feel like you’re lost. like something must be wrong. but what if you're not lost at all? what if you’re just crossing the water between who you were and who you’re about to become?

six of swords begins this reading with a quiet, sacred kind of grief. it says: yes, you’re leaving something. yes, it’s sad. but it’s also necessary. you’ve outgrown a version of your life — and your spirit knows it. this isn’t running away. this is release. this is choosing peace over patterns. you’re moving forward, even if it feels slow. and the land ahead? it’s more than just survival — it’s celebration.

because then we hit four of wands, the lovers, and the empress all at once — a holy trinity of joy, alignment, and becoming. something (or someone) is waiting for you that feels like coming home. maybe it’s romantic. maybe it’s spiritual. maybe it’s a version of your own heart you haven’t seen in years. whatever it is — it’s rooted in truth. this is not a surface-level kind of love. this is resonance. the lovers say: you get to choose what feels like love. the empress says: you deserve to be met in your fullness. and the four of wands? it says: there is something worth celebrating coming your way. maybe a relationship. maybe a release. maybe just yourself, free at last.

and then comes the rush — eight of wands — telling me this shift might hit suddenly. after all the waiting, all the wandering, something comes through. a message. a moment. an opening. you won’t have to chase it. it’ll know where to find you.

so no, you’re not stuck. you’re just in the current. and currents don’t ask us to force our way forward — they ask us to trust that we’re already being carried.

the version of you that’s blooming on the other side of this? she’s waiting. and she’s ready.

𓂃 and if no pile resonated, know this:

sometimes the medicine is just hearing that your stuckness doesn’t make you broken. you are allowed to rest. to wait. to trust. the wheel always turns. and when it does, you’ll be ready.

✧ with love, always 🔮 theopenportal

[akhret]

Bastet

Offerings

Water, milk, teas, coffee, beer, wine, gin, tequila, vodka, fruity drinks

Meat, bread, fruits and vegetables, spices (saffron, turmeric, cinnamon, pepper), onions, grains, lettuce, chocolate, cakes and pastries. Any healing herbs and plants, or those used in medicines, would be acceptable like aloe vera, lavender, garlic, echinacea, chamomile, and ashwagandha.

Any perfume would be acceptable to her, but kyphi, frankincense and myrrh, dragonsblood, sandalwood, vanilla, cedar and catnip are all great incense, candles, or essential oils. The fire itself can also be an offering to her.

Cat toys, treats, and herbs that are safe for your cat that get them riled up like catnip. While she's not going to eat your cat treats (lets make that clear), the act of treasuring your fur baby is enough for her.

Crystals and stones like carnelian, sunstone, fire quartz, citrine, garnet, jasper, rubies, rhodonite, black tourmaline, onyx, obsidian, malachite. Any jewelry is acceptable, too.

Red linen or the color red.

Lady Bast was first seen as a lioness goddess, so figurines of lions would be acceptable, as well as figurines of cats (she became associated with cats later on). She was also associated with the ichneumon, the vultures, and the ureaus (based in epithets) so you can offer her items like these, too. Along with statues and figurines of her, the sistrum, the menat, ankh, or maat.

Devotional acts

Singing and dancing! Lady Bast has epithets that associate her with joy, drumming, and she can often be seen holding the sistrum. You can play the sistrum for her, or play other musical instruments. You may even start learning how to play one, if you don’t know how to already.

Running. Lady Bast is known as ‘the swift one,’ so running is a great devotional act. As the Eye of Re, she’s a protective deity, so exercising in general would be great.

As the Mistress of jewelry, you could take up the craft of jewelry making. Or you can learn about how to make perfumes, too and/or make them yourself.

While it wouldn’t translate this way back then, she’s known as ‘the one with many faces’ or ‘the one with many forms,’ which, historically, would translate to the ways she could be perceived- whether taking on another goddesses name as an epithet, or changing into different forms (cat, lioness, human, etc.),- nowadays, though, you could translate this to acting. This could be done by being an actual actor, voice acting, cosplaying, etc.

It’s believed that her name may mean ‘she of the ointment jar,’ though this is only speculated and the actual translation is still unknown, but you could learn about medicine, healing, or even go the route of helping others in this domain. As an enforcer of the laws of maat, taking the route of law and justice- or learning about it- could be a great devotional act, too.

Signs

Signs of Bast could include seeing her scared animals of symbols like cats, lionesses, vultures, ichneumon, cobras, the menat necklace, the sistrum, or items of royalty. She’s known to be a part of the ‘cat distribution system,’ so she may even start sending you stray cats.

You may start hearing music with a really good beat that you cannot help but sing along with and tap your foot to.

You may have better intuition about people. Cats are very intuitive, watchful, and she’s also loosely connected to water (inundation), so you may start catching on how people act around you. She’s a protective deity, as well, so those who need to be out of your life are going to see their way out if they’re not good for you.

Cats are really good at setting boundaries, too (they will bite you to let you know to leave them alone!), so you may notice you’re becoming better at setting boundaries.

[kass-peridot]

NOW THAT I'M DONE BEING IN DISBELIEF OVER THE FACT THAT AN SU SPINOFF WAS CONFIRMED, I wanna talk about my wonders and hopes and theories for this show.

Im wondering if there's going to be any animation changes in Lars of the Stars. And if there is going to be one, is it just going to be a subtle upgrade or more dramatic changes? I'd be fine with most things but I'm just wondering if there would be any.

Side note, Idk if I pointed this out in my last post but ADORE the logo. Lars would 100% be the kinda guy to use spray paint as protests to stuff and they are definitely gonna be protesting authorities so I think the pink spray-painted star is really really cool. I also LOVE the skull in the "of" as a nod to the skull gauges that Steven brought Lars in the Lars of the stars episode. the font is also very much giving star Wars vibes which I feel is fitting. It also makes me feel like (this is just a silly theory) they might lean into more of a darker tone throughout everything? I know that SU was already pretty dark sometimes but it feels like this is gonna be more mature, like for older more teenager audiences, especially since they know that the fan base of Steven Universe has grown a lot.

With that said, I really hope they have Lars begin to grapple with and be thrown into the true realization that he is going to live a lot longer than his family and (most of his) friends. Humans aren't built to be able to withstand immortality mentally like gems are, mostly because gems aren't often friends with organics that live shorter lives. I hope they put Lars through a kind of depressive arc for him to really carry the weight of that.

I also hope we see Steven in the show, but at the same time I hope he's not a major character at all, because he should be done with dealing with gem stuff.

I really hope we see more of the OG main gems. I hope that Lars needs their help at some point for whatever reason and forms some kind of bond with some of the crystal gems. I also NEEDD to see Lars and Peridot meet each other.

Considering the description of the show stated that we would be going into the past, present, and future of Steven Universe, I hope that they tackle a lot more backstory for the diamonds, maybe even their origin since that's what a lot of people have been asking about.

I hope we get to see Connie fight with Lars at least once. I hope we get to see Connie in general

I NEEEED RHODONITES BACKSTORY BROBRO

I also wanna know more about the gems that make up fluorite.

I hope we meet a character named Citrine.

I hope we learn a bit more about Lars relationship with his parents and I hope we get to see him and Sadie hanging out once or twice at least

I hope we see Shep at least one more time, they were pretty cool

I will likely post more of this stuff when I think of more. also I wanna hear other people's theories and hopes

[germesthegenie]

Actually had most of this done for a while but wanted to wait until I finished Arc 7 and had time to type out all of my thoughts, which can be found below

Settling into a rhythm of doing 2 arcs per one of these post

Arc 6

Nice to see the Undersiders in action again + Vista

Will say Victoria’s fights, while still good and interesting in things like Aura and the careful use of the Wretch, doesn’t have the same variety and fun stuff as Skitter. I do get that it’s kind of on the opposite end of the spectrum from Taylor’s “How do I use my ‘weak’ power (her words not mine) to take down this stronger foe?”, instead being more of a World of Cardboard situation with less control / mental stability. Tradeoffs I suppose, there will probably be some stuff to help it shine in its own right (Victoria’s internal monologue after accidentally hitting someone too hard with the Wretch in 6.4 was good)

That said, the rest of the team has a lot of fun stuff going on with how they can use their powers. Kenzie even got to drone strike Mama Mathers, which is perhaps the funniest way for that fight to be resolved

The fight with Cradle and Operator Red was neat. I mean, not for Rain, but at least that meant we got to see Scapegoat again- oh hes Fallen? Huh.

I like Chicken Little, even with just the bit we see. Lets hope third times the charm, Lisa.

Super Magic Dream Parade is… certainly something. Might go into the “niche characters to draw” pile

I like the subversion of what they thought was gonna be them destroying the portals and instead expanding them. The separation of humanity to different Earths felt like more of a backdrop/flavor so far, hoping this means we get to see more of the variance between the worlds

Arc 7

What felt like 3 arcs in a trenchcoat, this one took a long while to get through (partially because of school starting up again midway through)

I like the little mini trials as a sort of epilogue to the past 2 arcs in what is for the most part a transition period before I assume is the next big event with the group behind the portal attacks. Nice little moments for Rain.

Yamada’s missing after the portal incident? Damn that sucks hope they can mamage without her- RILEYS MISSING TOO WE GOTTA GET THEM BACK

Jokes and blorbos aside, those two being missing are pretty bad for a lot of reasons, both within and outside Breakthrough

Victoria’s meeting with the other therapist was rough, though for understandable reasons. Never really thought of the implications before on her being potentially Ship of Theseus’d from stray cats

Victoria getting to see a bit more of the ugliness going on in Breakthrough, starting with Chris lashing out. Completely reasonable for him to, but damn went right for the gut with the Amy mentions

Speaking of things tied to Amy, hi Marquis! I just drew you! I can’t tell if he was doing it on purpose or he just did the equivalent of accidentally hitting every negative dialogue option but damn

A lot of buildup towards what I can only assume to be Teacher’s Cauldron making a play, especially with the Nieves interlude. Not sure what his goal could be supporting an anti-parahuman movement, other than ig weakening his main enemies in Citrine and Tattletale.

Eclipse

As someone whose first experience with Worm was making a character who was a former Boston Ward, I was excited for an arc that was at least in part all about Boston

Ashley’s trigger is tragic. I had a feeling any trigger involving pure destructive power like that was either bad leading up to the event or in the direct aftermath, and that was both.

Interesting to see how many different players there were in the Boston Games, as well as the more familiar faces like Accord and Blasto. I liked the bits of their dynamic and personality in Worm, and was glad to see more of that and how their rivalry started here.

Look. I still hate Carol. But I can’t lie, some of her lines during New Wave’s fight with Damsel were kinda cool. Now just keep that kinda cold energy for villains and not, y’know, your daughters.

Poor original Damsel, fought like hell against heroes, villains, and her own powers half the time, and didn’t even get a seat at the table. Not to mentioned played from the start by J. Maybe. Never did get confirmation he was actually a spy iirc.

Oh hi Jack! And yay Riley! Nice little tie in back into the Worm timeline. Well, nice for us, horrific for Ashley. Again, poor original Damsel.

Also intro to the other Ashley clone, neat! Also interesting stuff at the end with the mystery memory.

Kenzie Interlude (bc this also deserves a whole section)

irl was doing some labwork and decided to put this behemoth of an interlude on the audiobook to listen to in the background and that was a wild experience

The dinner was just painful to listen to. The way the parents were more focused on themselves or how things looked vs their daughter literally bleeding… like I wanna say it bordered on over the top but like with the bullying in Worm this kind of stuff and worse does happen. Glad she got out of that… right?

The little callback to Victoria doing the whole crisis point thing in Arc 2 was nice, though

Everything was going so well with the foster parents and then… that. Honestly didn’t fully get it at first until reading the comments on the website and… yeah. It’s not her fault, she was 8, she was traumatized and afraid of being separated from them and then the poorly worded search. Keith could’ve handled things better but it was also traumatizing on his end. Just an awful situation overall.

How does it keep getting worse

I’m gonna be real I went into this thinking the parents were gonna be robots or holograms with AI like she had in Glow Worm and it was gonna be sad as like a pretend of what should’ve been but… no I could not have predicted any of what was actually going on whatsoever.

Gonna need to remember to not draw Kenzie smiling if shes meant to be happy damn

[mtndewmacky]

“Boo, this guy stinks!” You all say as I drop yet another banger art piece of ocs instead of the yaoi we need. /j

Anyways made my keysona at last, he’s kinda a mix of both self-insert/sona & oc cuz I wanted to hit two birds with one stone.

Info below (prepare for a whole wall of context, you are warned)

Citrine, he/him male key, made from the citrine gemstone and has accents of blue topaz, especially for his eyes.

- narrator key (elaborated later), former ex-libris key now being used by Shiya Ang, my oc whom you’ve probably seen me post a bit of.

- significant note is that I take inspiration for his personality from the narrator of hit game Stanley Parable, except more chillax and not British. Like the game’s narrator, he originally intends for Shiya to complete the book the way it’s intended/written, but after bearing her rebellious nature and her tendency to get things done in random ways, he decided since to give up on it.

- like I said he’s two birds in one stone, in that he is a representation of myself as a key (like some of you did), and also doubling as an oc (original character), because for a while I’ve envisioned Shiya being a key holder like the main crew.

As I mentioned in a previous post, I didn’t want to reveal much of my daughter due to her personality being tied to her key- this is because I envision her as a very vocal and outgoing person. Think activists and protestors- you always see them speaking their mind to the masses- Shiya is no different. While slightly stubborn, she isn’t afraid to stand up for her beliefs or others and say what’s on her mind (making her very unfiltered, which sometimes leads to unhinged phrases). Her being a guiding voice for others is equivalent to that of a narrator’s role- they guide the reader through the book and through character’s actions, thoughts, dialogue, and feelings.

Currently, I am debating on keeping Shiya as a keyholder, mainly because I feel it is too “op” or “Mary sue” or whatever kids these days (I say this like im significantly older but I’m not) consider it. To me I feel my child is a background or side/supporting character, so I’m not quite sure on whether she’d be deserving of a key or not. Regardless of if I keep it or change it, she’s still going to be a very loud person.

Also, I guess I didn’t mention it in my previous posts, but she’s also supposed to be a librarian (this may be subject to change), either in the library of Sugar Springs for a summer job, or an on-campus job in the library of Deacon’s college (of whom she is friends with). This is a very ironic job because they legit hiring a loudmouth to run a typically quiet job.

Aside from Shiya’s connection to the key, I also wanted to discuss the mechanics (eww im using gamer terms im such a dweeb eww /j) of the narrator key, aka how he functions/how uses him (yes I am that serious of a nerd to plan all that out).

- Essentially, the idea is that when the main crew obtain Shiya & the narrator key on their side, it acts equivalent to a level-up/upgrade, in the sense that they no longer need to rely on reading or memorizing the whole book *cough Deacon cough* to get through the story. At any given point, if the cast is stuck and unable to determine what to do next, they can ask Shiya to use her narrator role to forsee the next event. Shiya is able to do this by being equipped with a literal miniature pocket book (similar to that of her key’s pocket watch; the book only appears within the story realms) that can shift its interior into the plot of whichever story they work within. There is a downside however— they can rely on this power only three times within each story, and sometimes using it drains narratonin. It will drain a lot more narratonin in more complex books or longer novels. Once used three times within a story, the book immediately disintegrates from her hand.

- Another feature is that she is able to narrate the story both aloud and in the minds’ of other keyholders, so long as they’re in proximity of each other, otherwise rendering this skill useless. She has to be careful when doing this however, because there is a risk of using one of three chances when someone may actually know how to progress the story— it’s up to Shiya’s own judgement to determine whether she thinks they are progressing or not.

Aside from all that Shiya mainly likes to chill and roll with the story, acting as the other background characters do and moving from event to event. Since Shiya cannot dye her hair in real life due to hair sensitivity, she often likes to have Citrine dye her hair for her in stories— her hair often being the only major change to her appearance throughout each book. Her relationship with her key is fairly positive, as she helps him ease his mind every day since his release from key form.

Anyways, that’s all the text you’re getting from me. I have a lot of more information about my ocs posted within the (unofficial yet only other server) non-patreon discord server for Cinderella Boy. Thank you if you reached the end. ❤️

[silvertear1108]

⋆ Energy & Cleansing ⋆

Energy in humans is just like a small orbit around planets, protecting us and showcasing inner world.

There is an aura which can portray our emotions per to say when someone is sick or generally depressed with bad mental health, there is grey or black color surrounding them. Energetic field gets "tainted" with colors regularly, but there are dominant ones as in ones present long term.

Generally talking about energies we can influence them with a lot of things: sigils, talismans, jewelry, crystals, magic or simply a belief in something or someone. All those things also influence people in bad ways too if it is poorly executed or for example black magic is bad and affects energetic field and people in a bad way, while white magic is good and affects people in positive way.

Energy is also the vibe we get from other people, such as each one of us having placements in our natal charts so astrologically we are gemini per to say sooo we have that younger than their actual age look and behavior as well as weird pattern or colors in clothes regularly. Energy can be explained is so many ways and many things affect it, it is our duty to regularly cleanse ourselves and protect our field so it won't affect when other people do something.

If we cleanse ourselves and protect our energy then no negative energy can influence us, such as evil eye, magic, curses etc and if it does it is easier to contain "side effects".

One of the ways I love protecting and cleansing myself;

I start it by airing out house every morning and cleanse it with palo santo, then after other things I resolve I go and shower with a pinch of salt to cleanse my energy and I cleanse my black tourmaline crystal. As I get ready and all I speak out in mirror that I am protected, respected and beautiful in eyes of other people etc. I meditate with my crystal and envision energy flowing from within me and slowly surrounding me. I energetically imagine how protected I am and I write on my forehead 444 after I imagine a big burst of energy coming from my head and coming out, which means I cleanse my thought and protect my energy, as well as crown and third eye chakra.

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Same way with cleansing I sometimes I envision energy circulating within me and cleansing stabilizing my chakras from crown to root and from root to crown chakra. As I balance and cleanse them and breath in lots of air I exhale bad energy. I hold citrine on top of my head and fill myself with optimistic thoughts and positive energy.

There are for sure many things you can do and experiment with, but you gotta always cleanse and protect yourself, and things I wrote above are really useful as they can be done before any kind of witchcraft practice. We can cleanse, stabilize and protect ourselves before going on further with other practices.

If you want to talk more about such things or anything spirituality related, you can add me on here and also on Instagram;

IG: reina.priestess

I follow back and also I hold lives sometimes as well as open free one reads for astrology and tarot.

[eternalmneme]

Hi i was wondering if you have and advice for beginners, like how to build an alter, how to build a relationship with the gods, how to figure out what gods you want to worship?

Hi! Im glad you asked, I think Im gonna make a post about it but here’s a quick explanation!

1. Building an altar (is “altar” not “alter”) is quite important, not necessary though! It helps a lot for divination and building Kharis, which is simply refers to the reciprocal relationship of grace, favor, and reciprocity between humans and the gods. It's about actively cultivating a relationship of mutual respect and goodwill through offerings, prayers, and living in accordance with divine will.

You can search anywhere on the internet about what are the symbols of the God/Goddess you want to worship, and there you can have an idea of what putting on your altar!

For example, my altars for Zeus and Apollo have gold jewerly, crystals related to them (specifically Citrin for Apollo and Amethyst for Zeus), cadles (which are important in my opinion to have a direct communication with them, like creating a bridge, but do not take the flames as certain signs!)

2. The building the relationship as I said before its Kharis, and you can build it with altars, devotions, prayers or simple devotional acts! The prayers if you cant, or feel too awkward about praying directly, can also be putting their hymns in the background! Depending on which God/Goddess you worship of course!

The hymns can be found also on youtube simply!

The praying is not at all like the usual Christian one. It can be done in different ways. It depends on if your God is Ouranic or Chthonic! Simply said: Ouranic deities are gods associated with the sky, heavens, and upper world, while Chthonic deities are associated with the earth, underworld, and the realm of the dead.

Again, I worship Apollo and Zeus, which are both Ouranic, so my hands when I pray are facing the sky! If your deity is Chthonic (example like Hades) your hands will face the ground, and if you search the devotional acts they will be more related to the earth and ground!

Building the relationship is also done by devotional acts of different type or offerings. For Apollo I, for example, create diy things, I put sun water on his altar (a glass of water being under the sunlight before putting it on the altar). Or I listen to his hymns etc.

3. How to figure out the God you want to worship is a very difficult question! There is no real method. If you dont know much about Greek Mythology and the Theoi, I suggest you to read more about the Gods, and some of them (or one) could catch your curiosity! Or feel more drawn to Him/Her.

When I started to worship Apollo and Zeus I already was interested in Greek Mythology and Hellenism. Since I was little I realized I did things like devotional acts! I was always drawn by music and everything else!

But dont feel bad or self-concious if you didn’t or dont feel drawn to a specific God! Remember that in the ancient Greece, the Greeks mostly worshipped ALL the Gods.

The concept of worshipping one God specifically is unfortunately radicated bu the tradition of Christianity. Of course you dont have to worship every one of them (remember that our religion dont have told RULES specifically) its difficult and it can be overwhelming worshipping every of them, so dont feel pressed!

I hope this all helped! :) 💛 As I said before I’ll try to make a post about it soon😭

[natthehorsewitch]

A story in manifestation

Let me tell you a story about witchcraft and manifestation:

On November 9, my beautiful Jake (Del Mar WSS) was found deceased in his stall. The day was filled with grief and tears, phone calls no one should have to make to his insurance, trying to organize a necropsy on a holiday weekend, and then trying to find transport for his remains to the university so he could get the necropsy done.

Jake’s breeder (we’ll call her K) was in disbelief when I called and told her the news but she (from over an hour away) managed to organize transport for Jake AND get the necropsy started on a Saturday of a holiday weekend (have I mentioned it was a holiday weekend?) During one of our many phone calls back and forth this day I had made a joke about Kyle, Jake’s full brother from this year and how I could buy him now. (She’s produced two horses I’ve called in love with on sight and they were Jake and Kyle. And both times I was unable to buy them right away because life).

After all the chaos was over and I was at home the breeder called me and told me that someone had flown from Texas to California to look at Kyle and she was sending her trainer to look at him the following Thursday and organizing a PPE for him. Nothing was expected to pop on the PPE and nothing really did. There was apparently one anomaly that our vet didn’t think was a big deal. He’s only 5 months old there’s a good chance he’s going to grow out of it. (I personally think rads on baby babies are pretty pointless as so much can change as they grow.)

Ok. Well, if it’s meant to happen it will, I thought. Over the next two days, in my grief I became physically ill at the idea of Kyle going to another home if I didn’t throw my hat in the ring, so I did. I told K I was interested and I would match the offer and waive a PPE. She of course refused to sell him out from under these folks (because she’s a good and moral person which is why we are friends). The trainer came out and seemed to like him as well and was impressed with my friend’s breeding program. At this point, there was no reason to believe he wouldn’t sell. I went to check out her other babies last Saturday and there was no zing with any of them except Kyle. Kyle was so much like his brother but not like him at all, but the most attractive thing: his brain works the same way as his brother’s. They weren’t the same horse but they were similar in the ways that mattered to me. That caused me to buy Jake in the first place.

I immediately went home and did a manifestation meditation. I did a meditation where I envisioned I owned Kyle and what that would look like. Then I wrote his name and birthdate and my name and birthdate on a bay leaf, both sides. Wrote his name on a black chime candle (he is black). And lit it.

I prepared a jar, cleansed with with dragon’s blood incense, and in my cauldron mixed lotus (lock opening) rose (luck) star anise (luck) dandelion(wishes, also represents Hecate and it was her night!), a “fortune” mixture I was given (Haven’t the foggiest what was in it but I needed some “Fortune” and thus it made its way into the spell), and some of his brother’s hair. I put that mixture in a small jar with a small piece of green aventurine and tiger’s eye. I sealed the jar with the wax from the candle over the cauldron, burned the bay leaf and used it to light the remnants of the spell herbs and hair on fire. Then I let the candle burn all the way down and placed the jar near my token of Epona and my hematite horse carving on my altar. I did all this with him in my mind, envisioning him coming home to me.

By Monday I still hadn’t heard. I charged a citrine shaped like a moon. I carried Ehwaz, Jera and Uruz in my pocket with the citrine. And Monday night I came home and did a repeat of the spell (sans hair though because that’s now a precious commodity), put my tokens around a black chime candle carved with his name and my name to charge them and let the candle burn all the way down.

Yesterday, I carried my tokens again and K called me around 10am to tell me that against all odds, the buyers mysteriously passed on him and did I want to work out a deal. I did and I signed a contract and now I own Kyle!

Everyone: meet Kyle (registered as Divination WSS because how I got him was ~ m a g i c k ~)

I was thinking about changing his name to Death Valley WSS (the breeder’s name theme is places in California and his sire’s name begins with a D) but that gets mixed reviews and my mom is absolutely against it and he’s her grandchild now .

If you read this whole thing, please comment because you deserve a cookie.

alt text for all photos: photo of a black colt with three white socks

[astrosouldivinity]

𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒍 + 𝑹𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍 🪶

𝚃𝚒𝚙 𝙹𝚊𝚛: 🫙 𝚃𝚢𝚜𝚖 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝 ♡

𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏: to help seek clarity in their thoughts and decisions, and release confusion and doubt.

𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝑵𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓: 919- symbolizes embracing transformation and trusting the journey.

𝑰𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝑱𝒂𝒓: ⬇️

• Sandalwood Incense (to cleanse)

• Patchouli Incense (to cleanse)

• Basil

• Peppermint

• Black Salt

• Egg Shells

• Rosemary

• DOB/Full Name

• Petition

• Feather

• Lavender

• Blue Lotus

• Dalmatian Jasper

• Amethyst

• Clear Quartz

• Lapis Lazuli

• Celestite

• Citrine

• Fluorite

• Black Tourmaline

𝑰𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔: 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒃𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑹𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍

• Sandalwood Incense (to cleanse)

• Patchouli Incense (to cleanse)

• Pendulum (to assess energy levels)

• Paper (write blockages)

• Dalmatian Jasper

• Blue Candle

• White Candle

• Florida Water

• Lemon Juice

• Lemongrass

• Patchouli Oil

• Clear Quartz

• Turquoise

• Egg Shells

• Aquamarine

• Shiva Rock

• Black Salt

• Sulfur

• Water

• Glitter

• Twine

• Celestite

• Sodalite

• Obsidian

• Fluorite

• Selenite

𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒔/𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔:

𝙸𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, & 𝙽𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚁𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.🪞

𝑻𝒘𝒐 𝒐𝒇 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝑹𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒅- There is an energy of fearing the unknown that’s holding them back from taking the next step, which is creating a reluctance to embracing new beginnings.

𝑬𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝑹𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒅: They fear change and are struggling to step outside of their comfort zone, which is preventing their overall personal growth and fulfillment.

𝑲𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝑷𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝑹𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒅- It's essential that they reassess their sense of financial and personal security, as well as clarify what they truly value.

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒕 𝑹𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒅- They are struggling with a lack of willpower to take action and are having difficulty trusting the process.

𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔: Two of Swords upright and Eight of Pentacles reversed: so an indecision, avoidance, and procrastination type of energy.

𝑻𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒕 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝑰 𝑷𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒕

• Introspection

• Patience

• Reflection

• Solitude

• Guidance

𝑨𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔: 📖

1. They embrace the journey within and trust their inner wisdom to guide them.

2. They take the time to reflect on their thoughts and feelings, leading to deeper understanding.

3. Clarity unfolds naturally as they explore their innermost feelings.

𝑹𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔: 🕯️

𝙿𝚕��𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 💿

Add the ingredients to your spell jar. For the petition, include the traits of the tarot card that align with your intention, along with the person's name/DOB, then tie it with a black string. Position the jar at the center of a dish and arrange the ritual ingredients around it. Rub lemon juice, Florida water, and patchouli oil on the candles; carve their name on the white candle and carve clarity on the blue one. Write down any blockages on a piece of paper, fold it away from you three times, burn it when you're done, and scatter the ashes over the dish. Finally, visualize your desired outcome while reciting your affirmations.

- Lastly, remember to pray over the spell jar for a week or indefinitely.

𝔁𝓸𝔁𝓸- 𝓚𝓲𝓴𝓲 ✨

©𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚁𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚁𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍.

[esote-rika]

Once Upon a Dream | Spencer Reid

i. parting is such sweet sorrow | prev chapter | next chapter | series masterlist

Contents: mentions of sleepwalking, spells and potions, infidelity A/N: This is set after season 15, so no real cases, but it will make references to certain plotlines so be careful with the spoilers if you haven’t made it that far! Please leave a comment, I love reading them and interacting with you guys! Thank you for reading <3 bisous.

For as long as she can remember, Jet has shared a bed with her little sister. It had never been discussed or contested. From the moment Lenore was old enough to be out of her crib, she slept next to her big sister. 

Nobody batted an eye, really, because despite the age gap of four years, the sisters moved almost like twins. They used to do everything together, went to the same schools, got the same teachers.

They could even be mistaken for twins, with their matching dark hair and round, girlish faces. The only noticeable difference is Leni's blue eyes in comparison to Jet's dark brown ones.

However, even as they grew up, even as the differences between them grew more pronounced and Jet began to fry her hair with bleach (at first it had been a dare, but then she had grown to like how it looked) which further distinguished their appearance from each other, they continued to share a bed.

It’s one of those things that just is. 

Like the way Jet can pinpoint someone's exact mood and temperament, or the way Leni always knows if it's going to rain. 

The practice was partly for practical reasons. It helped with their sleep talking—somehow, whenever one of them starts talking in their sleep, the other wakes up and puts a stop to whatever words are being mumbled in that hazy, subconscious state. 

—Stopping the sleep talker is important, for whatever they utter in their dreams, in this state of in-between, might be made manifest in the real world. The girls had almost a sixth sense for each other in these moments. 

Admittedly, this made sleepovers awkward; Jet's peers didn't always want to hang out with a younger girl, and without Leni to put a stop to the sleep talking, it’s difficult to explain why sometimes the group having the sleepover would wake up covered in chicken feathers (Jet had a phase of dreaming about flying, specifically flying with wings, and her childlike magic manifested that into different sorts of feathers.)

Jet took matters into her own hands; she simply stopped going to sleepovers where Leni isn't welcome. 

Their sleeping habits only strengthened during the death of their parents, an unfortunate car crash that left them orphaned. Sent off to live with their eccentric aunts in a small town in Massachusetts where everything is new and baffling, the girls found solace with each other. 

Unfortunately, their small haven only lasted so long. At eighteen, Jet got accepted into a university in the city, with a scholarship offer that was too good to pass up. And so she packed her bags, armed with a citrine crystal and a sleeping concoction of chamomile and a secret ingredient Leni refused to name in order to make sure Jet sleeps deeply. 

Without sleep talking.

It was difficult, being so far from each other, but Jet was diligent, always, always telling Leni where she is, so that in case something happens to her, there would be a trail to track. Leni, for her part, lit Jet’s favorite candle every night, the one that smells of cinnamon and amber, and mutters a few words of safety for her older sister.

The year is 20─ and Jet has finally learned how to use Uber. And by that, it means she’s found a way around the protection curse. In the past, she had tried to book a ride, but her location just would not show up on her phone, as it had always done for basically her entire life.

Until recently. The idea had come from a colleague at the law firm she works in, who had been (rightfully so) paranoid about putting her address out into an application. Instead, she would pin a location at least two streets away, and when the driver is nearing that street, she’d walk the short distance to meet her ride there.

Jet is a little annoyed she herself hadn’t thought of that sooner. 

But she did learn it at a perfect time, because on the 18th of August, she had driven to this penthouse party with Lucas, but she was going to be leaving without him. 

Because, you see, decent people will stop flirting once they find a partner. Especially when they declare exclusivity.

Jet had thought she and Lucas were exclusive.

That is, until his wife had cornered her at this penthouse party, screaming bloody murder.

Jet had been too stunned to even defend herself, even though she’s been working around enough lawyers to know exactly what to say during a confrontation like this. But the complete betrayal of the situation had rendered her completely speechless. He made her the other woman, the rat bastard.

She couldn’t explain that she didn’t know because the wife had grabbed the bowl of cheese dip and hurled it straight at Jet. It spilled everywhere, even got in her left eye which promptly watered and gave off the impression that she’s crying. As if she would ever cry for a man. The last time she did was for her father, several months after the funeral. But it looked like she was crying on that night, the 18th of August, cheddar flavored tears burning down her face in ugly streaks.

What a humiliating affair. 

Jet had run down the stairs as fast as she could, and Lucas, the treacherous rat, had run after her. Go back to your wife, she had wanted to scream at him, don’t chase after me, I’m not taking you back. And for her sake, I hope she doesn’t either.

It only took her hiding in the fire escape to lose him. (Or perhaps he gave up quickly; Jet isn’t sure if that’s the work of her curse, or Lucas’ own pitiful attempts.)

With trembling hands, she had managed to book a ride. The Uber driver had been sympathetic, but he also eyed her cheese stained blouse warily. 

“Just don’t get it all over my seats, all right, miss?” the man had said with a chuckle, as though the whole thing was a joke. Jet certainly feels like it is. The universe playing a long, cruel joke on her for six goddamned months. 

Okay, so maybe her favorite candle had refused to light whenever she invited Lucas to her apartment, and she had always dreamed of him with another woman. But he’d said she was just paranoid, and Jet had to admit she had a tendency to be paranoid. And that she liked that he knew she was paranoid. 

She liked that he knew her, from the specific shade of blonde dye she used to the sizes of her shoes (it was a women’s six in open sandals, but a 7 in closed shoes and boots.) And so she had ignored the signs, and continued to date him, liking the fact that finally, a man had taken enough time to get to know her.

In the meantime, she didn’t know him.

She isn’t sad about the revelation; sadness would have ached in her stomach, made her chest feel hollow. But that night, Jet had felt as though she would burst. She was angry. So angry that the car’s speed would not go below 20 mph, despite whatever attempts the Uber driver made to slow down.

No, she didn’t want to slow down. She wanted to get home as fast as she could, open up whatever book of curses she could get her hands on, and begin one for Lucas, the fucking rat’s asshole.

When they had arrived at her building, she had thrown a crisp bill at the driver, apologizing for her rudeness and telling him to keep the change, then rushed all the way up to her apartment on the third floor. Jet had every intention of cursing Lucas at that moment, but when she reached her bed, the emotional exhaustion of the night finally took a toll.

Instead of finding the spell book, she had stripped off her cheesy clothes, murmured a spell to make sure the dip and color didn’t stain, and crawled under the covers, missing Leni. Leni would have stayed up and cursed Lucas for her. Something silly and inconvenient, like Lucas never finding his matching socks. He had a perfectionist streak, and liked things to be orderly, and mismatched socks would have made his everyday life miserable.

But she was so tired that she promptly fell asleep even without drinking the tea to keep herself from the habit of sleep talking. She wonders if she’d see her sister in dreamland.

Instead her dreams are filled with mismatched socks and a pair of scruffy converse.

[honeycollectswhump]

PLEASE aftermath of the shock collar piece?👉👈 back to normal? back to ashtray being loved and lovingly used for his normal standard purpose? so he knows he in fact didn't do anything wrong? and he's a good boy? MAYBE... MAYBE EVEN... merciful mistress mireille checking on him to make sure he's gonna be alright?🥺 because maybe she's worried she went a bit too far with all the shocks?🥺

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Citrine Kisses

[masterlist]

CW: pet whump, dehumanisation, cigarette burns, past torture (referenced)

When her servants carry in the ashtray the next day, no amount of makeup they have desperately seemed to apply can hide his condition. As Mireille lounges on her velvet couch, worth someone’s fortune, she can’t help but notice his sickly sweet, pale tone and the occasional twitch he tries and fails to hide. It’s unbecoming of such a luxurious good as him, laughable for the price she paid for him to be pretty. 

It almost makes her want to ring her stupid servants back and have someone, anyone, answer for ruining her scene with a pathetic excuse for a golden ashtray. And yet…

And yet she doesn’t. 

Despite it all, he still looks beautiful, doesn’t he? There is beauty to be found in his alabaster skin, no matter if it was caused by the thick collar around his pretty thin neck, which has still left imprints like two pricks of a vampire. The thought makes her laugh, elegantly like chiming bells, like candlelight and a passionate kiss. No, Mireille wouldn’t mind being a vampire.

Twirling a lush black lock around her finger, a cigarette between her lips, she leans forward, taking in the sight of her ashtray. If he were a diamond, she’d hold him in her hand against the light, letting rays of sun play with the rainbow. What happened yesterday, it too was like seeing a rainbow illuminate her walls, each gasping scream echoing in her mind like a marvellous symphony. 

Under her gaze, the ashtray goes still like a marble statue. He never raises his eyes, just like it should be. Silently worshipping but never being brash enough to gaze upon her. 

Mireille bathes in the knowledge that the ashtray’s biggest fear must be displeasing her. That is all he was made for after all. Maybe… maybe that is why he now holds himself differently, but it’s not like she could expect a simple thing like him to understand the aesthetic intention behind the shock collar, the joy and entertainment so unlike a punishment. Of course, the ashtray is too simple to get that.

It almost makes her feel bad, if only for the unappreciated amusement getting drowned out by his pleading devotion. He had been good yesterday, had been less an ashtray and more a diamond yet to be polished. She is merciful, Mireille thinks with a slight smile, and his pretty screams have earned him a reward.

Gracefully, she takes her cigarette from her lips, gazing at it for a moment, before delicately placing a hand on his shining golden locks. Immediately, the ashtray leans into her touch, imperceptively stretching himself to press himself into her palm. 

He was made mindless but a simple drawled “Ashtray” is enough to get his attention fully on her. Melting under her gracious touch, her thing turns towards her, lowered and on his knees. Mireille pets his head a couple of times, like she has seen with her friend’s lapdog. She much prefers love as an act of passion, of art and burning.

The ashtray shivers under her touch, as she lets her long fingers glide down his jaw and tilt his head up to meet her eyes. “You love that, huh?”, she chuckles, and that alone seems to give him to strength to hold himself straighter. 

“You’ve been a good boy, a very good boy. Your screams have been delightful, you’ve done so well.”

A hazy smile appears on his lips as if drugged, and for a moment she considers the fun in that. Instead, though, she holds out her hand, beckoning him to lay his hand in hers. Of course, the ashtray complies, it is all he knows, eager to please like a dog or something less.

Holding eye contact makes her ashtray flush sweetly, and he shivers again. This, she thinks, is also art. 

“You are my favourite toy, I want you to never forget that.” Mireille purrs, lightly holding his hand like a prince would a princess’, his fingers curled around hers. “A reward would only be fitting, don’t you think? Something to commemorate this?”

She turns the cigarette between her fingers until it feels right, before placing the glowing end of it on the ashtray's pale skin, pressing down until the citrine gets swallowed up by ash. 

Never once does he flinch, steadily looking at her. A practice of worship, the greatest price of them all.

Soon, when her servants wash away the dirty ash, a bright red spot will remain, burning through skin and tissue, a kiss his body will never be able to heal. And her ashtray, her stupid little ashtray, will look at it in doglike adoration, his most precious possessions are the scars she allows him, and he will be thankful. 

Sometimes Mireille wonders if the ashtray pities her servants for their lack of burning, wonders if her little lamb prides itself in the red scarf wrapped around its neck, telling a story of how the butcher will one day cut its throat.

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[rabbitbandit05]

for starters, I love your writing so so much! i have a bunch of request ideas but won't overwhelm you too much, but one concept I had was modern mizu x spiritual reader? if that isn't too much of a problem, like maybe the reader is into witchy stuff and believes in the universe and signs, and practices magick? like just imagine mizu walked in their apartment and there are just little altars, and the reader does little cleansing rituals, and gives mizu little 'spell jars' and is just so in tune with nature and I am wondering how you think Mizu would react? i was scrolling on tiktok and saw a video and got the idea, and if you are okay with writing that I think it'd be silly seeing how mizu thinks of it (in a positive light probably?) hcs would be preferred :)

Mizu with a Spiritual/Witch Reader

Anon- this is brilliant. I had to write this down as soon as I saw this.

I tried to incorporate as much as I could remember from when I was a practicing witch, as well as doing additional research to double check it. I just did some general things but I hope you like it!

Also again: requests are open for both headcanons and longer writing prompts. Those who have submitted- I’m working on them! 🐰🙏

Enjoy!

I don’t think Mizu 100% gets it, but understands some of it

When you two had met, and after talking for a bit, you casually mentioned how you knew you would get along with Mizu because you had done a reading (a tarot reading) that morning and were expecting new beginnings

And new beginnings she was- you two started dating after talking for a few weeks.

During the first few weeks of dating, you would gift her small candles (which you explained the colors meant different things- many of which you gifted her were blue- which apparently meant peace of mind and good fortune- both things she needed)

You would also give her gemstones- rose quartz (if you know- you know 😉), Citrine, selenite, and amethyst

and even one time a aquamarine- since you claimed it reminded you of her eyes

At first she kinda brushed off the comments and didn’t think much- she knew you had to be some sort of witch, but didn’t really mind and didn’t understand the extent of it

Until she walked into your apartment for the first time-

“You’re like a crow” Mizu would blurt out after entering your apartment and seeing the crystals, the herbs in pots that littered the window seal, the hanging tapestry’s, and that didn’t even mention the multiple windchimes that hung throughout the apartment that casted rainbows on the walls of the sun hit it just the right way

Mizu can see it already on a sunny afternoon- the windows open, light filtering in, the scent of your candles and herbs around her- it was a comfort she couldn’t quiet place

“A crow???” You look at Mizu not offended, but more confused- this snapped Mizu back to present day as she realized what she had said

“I mean- I misspoke-“ Mizu is now flustered. She didn’t mean it negatively but more like an assessment of the surroundings.

It reminded her of a birds nest with how cozy your home was, and she once heard that crows like to collect shiny things- and give it to people- much like you. The connection had just popped up into her head really.

She sees it not as just some hobby, but that it was a part of you and important to you

The occasional prayers to whoever your deity is (if you have one) has become a regular occurance for her and actually, she tries to be as respectful as she can be

Mizu joins in occasionally in whoever you are praying to- even if most of the time not knowing-

She also can’t turn to you mid session and ask who you are praying to because that might be rude to interrupt

One time, Mizu walked into your apartment (she had had a rough day), and you stopped her at the welcome mat before she could walk further into the apartment

“I sense bad energy on you…” you calmly state “stay there-“ and you ran into the kitchen and returned with an egg

“Ummm… do I need to eat this?” A giggle erupted from you

“No- you need to roll it all over you to get rid of the bad energy. If we crack it and the yolk is cloudy, it means it worked” yeah cause that made more sense than eating the egg- Mizu thought- but she still let you roll the egg all over her before cracking it open and finding the yolk cloudy as you said.

“There! See?” You showed her and she simply hummed out a thank you and kissed you on your head.

She really adored everything- from your alters to the small jars you would gift her on special occasions or just because you felt like it- she cherished each and every thing.

[masterarchfiend93]

I’ve seen a handful of “SU characters as Ponies” art, but I don’t think I have seen the reverse of that. I’m sure someone out there has done it, but thanks to algorithms and search engines not working because they hate me, I haven’t seen any MLP characters reimagined as Gems. I don’t have the best drawing skills, but perhaps I can come back to this after sharing my headcanon.

Applejack: Citrine. Of course the muscle and honesty of the Mane Six would be a quartz, but I specifically picked Citrine for the colors and it is my birthstone according to some of those charts. (The other is Topaz, but I felt she had more of a rowdy quartz vibe.)

Pinkie Pie: Spinel. Do I really need to explain to the SU fans? Pink, basically made to be a jester, super stretchy, cute as all Hell? That’s just flat out Pinkie Pie!

Fluttershy: Now this one is tricky and I’m sure someone has or will think of one better, but I see her as an off-color Jasper. Kinda like Skinny, but shorter and a bit on the chubby side. Just that sort of “gentle giant” vibe without being a proper giant.

Rainbow Dash: A Lapis Lazuli. We don’t see a lot of gems with flying powers without shapeshifting a pair of wings, but but the hydrokinesis does serve as a good analog for normal pegasi powers which she uses a lot throughout the show. Sure the colors won’t match, but I don’t recall anything saying that gems can’t dye their hair.

Rarity: Pearl. Now, hear me out. A gem whose purpose is to serve the elites, look fashionable and so on? Seems like a decent origin for someone who makes fancy outfits and designs for others, enjoys being a socialite while also having the humility to be generous instead of having to be naturally haughty like proper noble gems.

Twilight Sparkle: Diamond, I mean she is a princess. Like to headcanon that she used to disguise herself as a zircon (she’s too purple to hide as a peridot, lol) and had to reveal herself as a Diamond to save her friends, which initially made things super awkward but Friendship wins out.

Spike: Literally a prehistoric lizard that Twilight accidentally made immortal and he’s just become super intelligent as time has gone on. What species? That is an excellent question and I will get back to you on that once I decide because there are a lot of good options and I’m intentionally excluding dinosaurs, lol!

After that? No idea. I’m sure their canon families are similar gems besides Twilight whose “family” are zircons she genuinely loves that way. Even if he’s not related in a biological sense, Shining Armor is always her brother. Feel free to share your own thoughts and opinions on this. All I ask is that you make it so I can see, lol!

I hope that you have a wonderful day!

[oblivions-dawn]

I Made Myself Cry

YEBLO. I have been so very insanely busy with no energy to write away on my chapter--HOWEVER. There is something I've been wanting to share, and it's the existence of the Volkihar portrait that I hinted at whenever that was. Because it hurt me and now I'm going to hurt all of you ❤ Thank you to all the wonderful snipes by @thequeenofthewinter @yewphoric @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @umbracirrus @dirty-bosmer @bostoniangirl21 and @hircines-hunter YOU'RE ALL AWESOME AND I LOVE SEEING ALL OF YOUR WIPS <3 Anyway. This is still from my forever-WIP with Valerica, which is slowly but surely . . . getting there. Needless to say, she's also not coping well WHEEZE I hope you enjoy it--and hopefully I can share something with our favourite redhead next time!

An unnatural chill settled over Valerica as her eyes swept the room with critical disdain. The ghosts of her memories, although faded with time, still lingered here. She silently chastised herself, for she should’ve known better than to expect otherwise. Eventually, her citrine scrutiny was drawn to the beautiful yet dusty vanity. Propped against it and haphazardly covered with an old tablecloth was a painting that she knew all too well. Against her better judgement, she hesitantly approached it, then took the cloth and gave it a soft tug. It slipped off the intricately carved frame too easily, and revealed what had long laid hidden underneath.

A family portrait stared back at her. Her husband’s dark eyes were tinged with a warmth that pained her to see, his usually stern expression brightened by the slightest grin, his hair loose as his hands rested on his wife’s shoulders. She glanced over her own painted face, her deep diopside irises glittering, her smile bright, her black hair braided over her shoulder. And in her arms . . .

A small, pale babe, wrapped in a dusty rose blanket, with a head full of dark hair and dravite eyes wide with wonder. Their daughter; her daughter. Serana.

Her breath caught in her throat. Tears welled and cascaded down her cheeks. She pressed the back of her hand to her mouth to stifle her sobs, the tablecloth clenched in a deathlike grip between her fingers.

Valerica could blame Harkon all she wanted for tearing them apart, but it would never change the past. It would never undo the harm she had done a millennia ago.

It would never bring Serana back to her.