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what are your thoughts on zip-ties?

“Useful.”

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Were you kicked out of your original group for being such a dickhead?

“Nope.  Never gotten kicked out.”  

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"You gots a dollar?" (Jonah)

“A dollar? Where’s your mother?”

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"You smell funny." (Jonah)

“Is that right?”

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Jason Momoa in Justice League (2017)

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goofyghoul:

“No,” Alec said, almost too quickly to her and attempted to backtrack.  “I need you to hold down the fort while I’m not there.  If we’re both gone for too long, we wouldn’t have a business.”  Sighing out, Alec looked back to Kai and Naida.  “I’ll find out more and let you all know what’s happening.”

Kai nodded, grunting as he stood up.  “Then that should be it.  Tell us what’s happening over New York, Joseph.  Xan, you’re stayin’ here for now.  Alec, update us after.  I’ll be heading to the east coast tomorrow.  You all know where we’re going to be.  Be here next month.”  Looking pointedly at Joseph.  “On time.”

house meeting.

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The Faerie Queene - 2013 - Photoshop See it on Deviant Art!

…Unlike some fairy folk, she is not young and lithe, a wisp of a spirit passing through the ether… but, on the contrary, she is shrewd, powerful, and kind, possessing a grace and elegance that never fades… and she has far more interesting stories to tell, if you care to listen.

I’ve been working on this digital painting for the past couple of weeks. I thought it might be time to share it with the world. I hope you like! 

Edit: Thank you for all the faves and reblogs! When I originally posted this image, I had no idea how popular it would become. (Most of my blogs do not receive much attention.) This image was something of a personal exercise, and there were still details I was hammering out. My apologies! For the most recent iteration: See it on Deviant Art!

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goofyghoul:

Alec glanced between Xanthe and the others, clearing his throat as that last statement was sure to get a rise from someone.  He began before anyone could ask about it.  “Yes…but it’s probably only temporary.  It’s over at the funeral home.  Anyway,” he gave her a side glance,  “I’ve got a job prospect.  A fae, I believe.  Can’t be quite sure.  I’ll be sure to check out the details when he contacts me again.  But it’ll probably just be me.”  He nodded to Kai.  “Anything new?”

“Roommate, huh?  Did you look into the buyer for the talismans?  Naida probably already told you all but Radana fixed it.  Possession.  Next time this shit happens to any of us, we got the spell on hand.  Besides that, I’ll be checking out some places for her---she said somethin’s changed.”  Turning his attention back to Joseph, Kai raised his eyebrows in expectancy.  “You sure took your time gettin’ back from the city.  Find somethin?”

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house meeting.

Past 7 PM.  Naturally, Joseph was late with whatever he was doing these days.  He sat in the living room, beside Naida and across from Xanthe and Alec, waiting on the psychic.  He leaned back, sighing out.  The front door opened and revealed the missing member of the team.   “Took your time, didn’t you?”

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HOW YOUR MUSE LOVES !

Based on the Color Wheel Theory of Love. Repost don’t reblog. Bold the traits of each type of love that are most relevant to your muse.

Muse: Kai  (bio)

ALL THESE TYPES OF LOVE ARE VALID WITH BOTH BENEFITS AND PITFALLS. PEOPLE EXHIBIT THEM IN DIFFERENT WAYS WITH DIFFERENT PEOPLE BUT TEND TO FOLLOW TRENDS. EVERYONE EXPERIENCES MORE THAN ONE.

PRIMARY LOVE

[EROS - ROMANTIC LOVE (Sensuality, Intensity, Passion)]

Feels strong physical and emotional connection through the relationship | Begins with a partner who is a stranger and evokes immediate excitement | May be exclusive but not possessive |Seeks early sexual adventure, variety and technique | Is ready for love and the risks.

[LUDUS - COMPETITIVE LOVE (Teasing, Attention, Fun Before Commitment)]

Is not ready to commit to anyone | Has no intention of falling in love | Is anxious about a partner who is too intimate | Allows early sexual activity only for fun, without emotional connections.

[STORGE - FAMILIAL LOVE (Loyalty, Siblings, and Friends, Commitment)]

Is not looking for love but is ready if encountered | Is quietly possessive but not overly jealous | Believes love comes from friendship but not a goal of life | Only has sexual desires after commitment is declared.

SECONDARY LOVE

[MANIA - OBSESSIVE LOVE (Obsessions, Possessiveness, Jealousy) - Ludus-Eros]

Is anxious about falling in love and has expectations of pain | Quickly becomes overwhelmed by thoughts of their partner | Forces partner into showing affection and emotion | Is easily frustrated and does not enjoy sexual intimacy | Is very possessive and jealous.

[AGAPE - ALTRUISTIC LOVE (Unbreakable, Forgiveness, Wholistic) - Eros-Storge]

Is attracted to several types of people | Meets people easily so most likely will begin with a stranger | Feels concern and care for each partner they have | Is neither jealous nor obsessive|Enjoys sex and is willing to improve it.

[PRAGMA - PRACTICAL LOVE (Rationality, Realism, Collaboration) - Storge-Ludus]

Is certain of their preferable “types” | Begins a relationship with an already familiar person |Believes a loving relationship is desirable for a happy life | Expects reciprocation with feelings| Believes sexual compatibility can be worked out.

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celesteclovergaribaldi:

Starting a new life in Washington was more than Celeste thought that it would be, not only was it challenging but it was more freeing than she had ever experienced being so far off the radar that not even Fergie could find her or Jamie. Since moving to such a wooded area Celeste had begun living off the land and rescuing animals, mostly dogs and wolves that had been caught in traps by hunters and poachers and keeping them in the shed next to her home. As the days turned into weeks, weeks into months and so on Celeste had come in contact with things she had never imagined were real, things that she only saw in horror movies and were told stories about around campfires, first were the vampire Salvatorre brothers Damon and Stefan, then she noticed that the wolves she had been rescuing were missing in the morning and what was there instead were dirty naked men and women. Finally she met two hunters names Dean and Sam that confirmed everything she had witnessed but instead of joining in the hunt she weeded out those that sought her harm, learned the spells and symbols to ward her house from evil and gave sanctuary to those that needed it while they in return helped keep her family safe and helped her save animals and others that needed it.

While on her move to Washington her son and her had rescued a blue gray pitbull they named Zula and a Timberwolf husky mix named Nakoma, both seemed neglected, abused, starved and abandoned leaving them timid at first but once they were nursed back to health neither left Celeste’s or Jamie’s sides. On a routine trip into town to get a few things for the house at the hardware store and the meat market Celeste thought that she had a firm grip on her leash when suddenly Zula that never wandered off nearly ripped her arm off getting loose and heading who knows where. By the time she caught up with Zula she found her sitting in the corner staring up at someone and wagging her tail, “hey sorry I know she’s big but she’s harmless.” 

The small town was ideal for the group; the townspeople did not pry and kept to themselves and most of their energy was renewable, so the air smelled more of the earth than burnt oils.  It was isolated, away from the cities and deafening noise that would usually cause his ears to ring, have him grow irritable and miss the sounds the earth usually whispered to him.  Yes, this was the place he’d rather be.   He passed the funeral home after dropping some things off for Alec and Xanthe.  The pair had just returned from a job with a werewolf and were tired.  The next job would probably be just him and Joseph then, which would probably drive the pyschic mad but he’d have to suck it up.  Not that Alec and Xanthe would say no but they had a business to run and they needed to be in town to do it.  Keep up the front.   He stepped out onto the sidewalk, boots hitting the concrete as if he were on his own small mission with purpose.  The cold air brushed past his face as he breathed it in, relishing in it.  It may not be like the old world before, but it was something lose indeed.  Much like the ocean, there were only few places it felt like how it did before.   Naida didn’t mind the location, as they were not far from the coast at all.   Rounding the corner, he stopped short at the sound of nails scratching against the pavement.  He turned, curious and raising an eyebrow.  Just then a force hit against his leg and Kai realized what had just knocked into him.  A dog with a blue-gray coat of fur, panting a offering a bark in greeting.  He bent down, chuckling as he returned the gesture, scratching behind the ears and patting its fur.   He heard a voice then.  A woman.  He glanced up to spy her approaching and he stood up, bringing the leash up with him.  He grinned, shrugging as he offered the leash to her, assuming it was the owner.   “It’s just fine,” he told her, “All dogs are puppies at heart anyway.”  A hand slid into his coat pocket and he tilted her head at her.  He hadn’t seen her around; while he wasn’t exactly familiar with all the locals, he’d like to think he knew them all by face nowadays.  “You new around here?”

A Whole New World

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by Borisut Chamnan

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What do you butt heads with Joseph?

“We just don’t see eye-to-eye on a lot of things.”

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worthyxwitch:

His magic and…the other lingers in the air around her, mingling with her own.  She can tell he’s disoriented enough as it and she should probably tell him to stay seated but she knows him well.  Radana’s rushed and knows they don’t have too much time.  If the spirit is connected to the night then she’d have to work fast.  The moon is waning gibbous tonight, nearly full. If it’s at all tied to it, then it will be powerful.   Closing her eyes, Radana breathes out, allowing her mind to wander as she focuses on the grimoire she needs.  A couple spells call to her and she flicks her hand and they fly off the shelves.  Snapping her eyes open, Radana moves to pick them up and throws them on the table with haste.  She breathes out and lets the pages move on their own accord.   At his question, Radana has to smirk to herself, cutting dark eyes to him.  In her experience with Kai, he’s never quite broke under pressure.  Always jesting, even on the battlefield (especially the battlefield, she supposes).  She’s used to the opposite, really.  Baffling revelations, grim conclusions, nervousness.  In the cases with Dominik, he’ll work quietly, knowing how much she appreciates the peace to think and finish the task at hand.  This brings a different type of layer to the mood, perhaps.   “We shall see, my friend.” Her fingertips graze over the old parchments until she uncovers the one she needs.  Damn.  Too much.  They don’t have a lot of time.  She rushes to get the kettle on, taking out a tea bag labeled FENNEL on it.  Within a drawer, she finds the clove and tosses it upon the table near the grimoire.  Taking out some dried rue and asafoetida, she finds her black marble bowl, throwing the herbs inside.  She points to the shelf full of colored candles.  

“I will need a green, black and white candle—begin burning them now,” she directs him. Turning back to the bowl of herbs, she places it in the center of the table and clearing anything else besides the book off its surface.  Her magic buzzes in the air, charging, as if sensing her need for it soon enough.  She rounds the side of the table, snatching Kai’s hand and before he could protest, she places the bag of clove within his palm.  The other stings her hand for a moment before withdrawing once again.  It’s not powerful enough.  Not yet. Looking at him with seriousness, “Keep this on your person.  It will help the spell grow.” Then she gestures to the chair.  “Sit.”  Her attention is drawn back to the grimoire.  She knows the words for it; that’s no problem.  It’s simply she has never expelled anything so hidden before, burrowed beneath a magical soul.  An old magic that she should have been used to.  No matter now—she would become victor, ruin and destroy it.  

Kai watches as the book flies off the shelves and as she finds what she’s been looking for.  He thinks of her magic, how easy these things come to her.  Just a flick of her wrist and she’s broken necks.  He prefers the blades, the daggers and the triumph that comes with the swing of an axe.  She was the quiet violence and power while he leaned towards the battle.  He remembers the times he found her in the aftermath, her magic afire around her, blazing hot, blood-covered and quietly standing there, a passive and malicious look in her eye.   He supposes she must be bored these days.  Doing tricks and little spells, like the kind he’s making her do now.  Her magic seems to have a bit of excitement to it, however, the kind he recognizes from years ago.  She prefers the challenge, much like Naida, he guesses.  Reasons why they must have bonded so closely.  Radana seeks out the challenges as much as she can but there’s a certain tinge to her mood when it falls right into her lap.   She scurries around the room and he places the grimoire back in his hand.  He does as he’s ordered, shuffling to the shelves full of different colored candles.  Green for healing, white for positivity and black to match the evil within him now.  He grabs all three and places them on the table.  He mutters a small word and they burn weakly before he waves a hand over them, allowing their flames to burn just a bit brighter.   Just then, she grabs his hand and thrusts a bag of something into his palm.  He raises an eyebrow to her before she’s explaining what it is.  Ah.  He glances down, recognizing it as clove.  Wordlessly, he slips it into his back pocket.  The feeling is almost instant.  There’s an odd sensation at the back of his neck, a chill creeping over his skin.  He swallows, going to sit as told, placing his hands on his knees and leaning back.  He takes a big breath and looks up at her.  He won’t tell her, but this makes him anxious.  Radana will take care of it, as she always has.  But if she doesn’t... The feeling begins to become harder to ignore, rushing over the rest of his body like a icy wave.  The tips of his fingers begin to lose some feeling and he understands that he will feel numb in a matter of minutes.   “Radana,” he grunts out, “It’s startin’.  You’re about to have a zombie in the room.”