abandoned spirits

“Anything that annoys you is for teaching you patience.
Anyone who abandons you is for
teaching you how to stand up
on your own two feet.
Anything that angers you is for teaching you forgiveness and compassion.
Anything that has power over you is for teaching you how to take your power back.
Anything you hate is for
teaching you unconditional love.
Anything you fear is for
teaching you courage to
overcome your fear.
Anything you can’t control is for teaching you how to let go and trust the Universe” - Jackson Kiddard

Tiran Kandros, who was so relieved to see another being from the Milky Way, he can’t help but touch them to assure himself Ryder’s real.

Tiran who handles both security and militia business, who promised to watch Ryder’s back, even if he’s unable to enter the field because of his duties.

Tiran who’s so fucking *relieved* when Ryder finds and brings back the Turian ark and their Pathfinder, maybe that’s the time he started to have a crush on them.

Tiran who wants to leave his post and go to Ryder, specially while hunting the Archon, he knows humans aren’t to be taken lightly, but damn it he still worries.

Tiran who’s a very good Turian, and won’t leave his post, regardless. He has a job to do and so does Ryder.

Tiran who has to endure Avitus’ jokes on him - at least their Pathfinder seems to be coping well? - and offers to get him and Ryder alone.

Tiran who can’t help but admire that tiny - to him - human, who interfaces with Remnant tech, who takes on the burden of the Initiative, and he ends up loving them just a little bit more.

Tiran who offers to listen to their worries, not as a favour, but because he wants to lighten Ryder’s burden.

Tiran who can only offer help at the sidelines, keeping the ground they managed to take, fighting the Kett step by step, who knows he can’t - and won’t - abandon his post but Spirits damn it he wants to.

Tiran who watches from afar as Ryder celebrates their victory, he can feel Rix’s eyes on him, but neither of them say anything.

Tiran, who’s so bloody tired of being a good Turian, but forces himself to continue.

Tiran who’s surprised each and every time Ryder stops by to talk to him, be it business or not.

Tiran who can’t help but laugh in glee at Ryder making sure he’s fine after the battle, when they should be worried with themselves and their family.

Tiran who sighs as Ryder runs back to their crew, he can just stand back and watch, that’ll have to be enough.

COMING SOON. /  ❝ down the avenue. ❞

genres: romance, fluff.
chapters: one.
!!!: smut in the later chapter(s).
notes: professor/father/librarian!jaebum, architect!reader.
synopsis: hyungseok is a quiet little boy but as the saying goes, it’s the quiet ones you have to watch out for. his mischief leads to jaebum bumping into his high school crush, discovering an old love letter written by his great-grandfather, and uncovering her motives for renovating this abandoned bed and breakfast dating back two centuries ago.


in the manga the writing was only scribbles, but in the OVA it’s all real words. real small words that i can only take an educated guess at

I have been thinking seriously about this, but even as a real god, there are times when you get distracted, and these gaps in your attention are a constant worry. For example, after bathing, when you pass through a room where shinki are present and cross in front of the TV while undressed, like the other day. Certainly this attitude may be preferable to [being overly formal?], but it would be nice if you would give a little more consideration to [??]. Additionally, while I’m not necessarily complaining about your divine garb, I have concerns about always wearing clothes that expose your shoulders and chest like that. As such, if there happened to be some other god who addressed you rudely because of it, while it is certainly that person who is at fault, I still feel that it would be better for you to put on even just one more layer. Furthermore, I already mentioned this, but [something about being too kind and unable to abandon spirits and naming too many shinki being worrisome]On the other hand, there is the matter of your scant familiarity with your various shinki, which perhaps I should not dare to mention here, but I cite as a matter of concern as it might possibly reduce your burden. Though I do feel that [it] is always excessive, because there are reasons for being a [?] god it cannot be completely denied; but again, as a shinki, it is always a point of concern.

I forgot to add, the other day while [?], Kuraha noticed [?]. Although I would not want you to stay armed all the time, it may be prudent to be a little more careful.

As a person who bears the wishes and pain of many, it may seem impossible, but I hope there will come a day when you can rest without being bound to anyone.

One more thing. All of us shinki are willing to do all we can to increase your popularity and make you the center of the Seven. I think that appeal is in the

Something That Needs To Be Said

Spirits are living entities of another plane. They are not possessions. They are not pets. They are not commodities. They are not trophies. They are not collectors items. They are not laborers (or, let’s face it, slaves) who are with you to do your bidding. They are family. They are friends. They are protectors. They are mentors. They are (should it be consensual between the spirit and human companion) partners, or mates as the term is frequently used. They are helpers. They are nurturers. They are a responsibility. They are a commitment.

With that being said, the spirit/entity always reserves the right to change their mind about working with a human at any time if they don’t feel the human is the ideal fit for them- not just within this adoption center, but we would also hope within other adoption centers and companion shops. As spirit shop owners/spirit adoption center owners it is our responsibility not only to help the human aspect of the companionships we forge but the spirit/entities aspect of those companionships as well. We can say for certain within this adoption center (though, again, we hope within other adoption centers and companion shops as well) the spirits’ safety and well being always come first, which leaves the spirit the right to come back to us as well as us spirit keepers the right to deny a potential adopter the right to let said potential adopter take in a spirit for the well being of that spirit.

It doesn’t reflect on you as a person if you are denied a service. It simply means the spirit wasn’t the right fit for you and vice versa. Just because some spirit adoption services are free doesn’t mean that the ones doing the spirit adoptions are going to compromise their values to move their spirits along or that they’ll abandon the spirits they adopt out.

Yes, here at Refuge of Light a spirit will always come back to us and be readopted by another companion if the spirit decides it isn’t working with their current companion and that they want to try again.

Have You Ever Felt It?

Have you ever felt it?

That primal feeling deep within your soul that comes to the understanding that YOU ARE ABOUT TO DIE.

And then all of a sudden all of the superfluities of the world just… fade away.

All the sharper colours, the finer auditory details in the ambiance of this violent world just give way to an almost numbing calm; and then and there you’re given a choice.

Submit. And give in to the longing of deaths embrace and the respite earned in eternal rest.

Or fight. Bloody, painful, exhausting, brutal struggle to hold onto your already forfeited existence. The weight of all your sins and mistakes bearing down like a warp field on your very spirit.

And in accepting your end.

In coming to terms that you and everything that you are will soon be an irrelevant corpse easily forgotten in the entropy of this world you squandered your time in.

You find this irreplicable calm.

You’re already dead. Where’s the sense in panicking?

You just pick up your weapon and shoot.

One target then the next. And onwards, forward unto the dawn of the next day. You keep fighting. Death constantly pursuing you like a shadow cast over your wasted existence. Your worthless struggle for your incorrigible fate.

Your bones and sinew long since turned to ash, your spirit abandoned and dead like all the rest.

Another day passes, and the struggle to keep alive even after all this time face to face with your imminent demise and you start to think how much longer the fight is even worth it.

Hour by hour, the burning of your eyes, the screaming of your muscles and the aching of your bones and shattered heart beg for you to choose submission.

Feeling only your rage standing resolute against the tide of darkness quickly beginning to overcome you.






Finally, at the very end. You feel energy like a last burst of life, the pain numbs away and everything is sharper, the sounds more acute, the colours more vivid than ever before.

You make a call. The last one you’ll ever make. And you apologize for everything.

You say your goodbyes.

Then a flash in the distance, something different like a change of energy in the air.

You look down your scope.


You breathe in the air, sucking life straight into your lungs.

The only cure for death is an incorruptible will to live. To fight. To survive.

To have staved off the allure of submission for so long…

That surge of life that runs through your entire body when finally, you know you’re going to be ok.

That feeling that tells you YOU ARE ALIVE.

Have you ever felt it?

Getting in touch with your guardians and/or guides

I believe most all people have natural guardian and/or guide spirits, which aid them in life. You may not be aware of your spirits, but they are almost always with you, sending you subtle messages and organizing things for you to help life go your way. If you ever feel that things just always work out for you, or you catch a lot of lucky breaks, that could be your spirits working on your behalf. On the other hand if you feel that nothing ever goes your way and life is out to get you, there could be a problem with the spirits that are intended to aid you.

Some people believe everyone has spirits to aid them. I don’t believe everyone does, because I have met people without them. There also exists lore that a person can offend their spirits to the point where the spirits abandon them entirely. From my own experience, when someone does not have spirits around them, it is for an unusual magical reason and this can often be remedied by help from a witch, shaman, or spirit-worker.

Regardless, you very likely have guides around you right now. Meeting them is easy and does not require any kind of spirit summoning or conjuration.

If you use a pendulum and/or a spirit board, have those with you. Otherwise do things the old fashion way and just contact your guides through visualization.

Remember that ‘visualization’ basically means 'magical imagining’. Your imagination is a powerful cauldron of magical potential. When you contact spirits it may easily seem like you are just making them up, but have faith in yourself and faith in them.

Sit or lie down in a relaxed state. Imagine a large door before you. Note what color it is and what style it is. Say to yourself, “beyond this door is the World Tree.”

Open the door and observe a massive tree standing before you. It’s trunk is the size of a city block, it’s roots are as tall as houses. Within the roots of the tree you notice small doorways much like the one you passed through. Think to yourself that you would like to find a room where you can meet your benevolent and helpful spirit allies. A single door will stand out to you. Note it’s color and design, and walk to it. Open the door and pass through.

You will find yourself in a certain location. This will be where your spirit companions feel most comfortable. This could be a cathedral, a cozy cottage, a forest, or a sunny field. Many times I open this door to find blackness, which indicates to me that my guides do not care where they manifest. Observe this location.

Somewhere close you will see your guardian or guide. There may be more than one that appear to you at this time. At first your imagination may become confused and project several different appearances on to your guide, but don’t force anything. Relax and see what comes to you. Remember that your spirits may be in human, animal, plant, insect, mineral, elemental, or mythical form. Do not expect to see a creature that you have a spiritual connection with, as these will not necessarily be your guide spirits. Note what this spirit looks like.

Once you have met, try talking to it. Think or speak your questions and wait for something to come to you – words, images, thoughts, feelings, sounds. A list of questions you can ask is [here].

Once you are done, exit back through the root door. Walk back to the original door you came through, exit it, and close and lock it firmly behind you. Wake yourself up from your trance state with food, water, and mundane activities.

You do not always have to use the world tree visualization to contact your guides. I simply think the names of my companions and I am connected to them, able to communicate mentally.

Spirit Adoptions Masterpost

For clarification, these spirits listed aren’t former companions of ours. Rather they were abandoned, hurt, and lonely wanderers who either found our astral refuges or were found by a spirit family member or spirit ally of ours. They have all since been healed- physically, mentally, and emotionally- and are looking for spirit companions to work with. @hereticalapothecary may post some of their spirit refugees as well once they’re healed and want to work with humans.

How This Will Work: We’re going to make a masterlist of 20- 30 spirits (at a time) looking to work with human companions. Only 7-10 will be posted at a time. You can find who is looking under the spirits looking for homes tag right here on this blog. That will lead to all the posts of the currently available spirits. If you’re interested in the spirit then you’ll fill out the form below and submit it to us via this blog. Then we’ll let the spirit look at all the applicants and they’ll choose their potential companion- you will be PMed from one of our mainblogs, whether the spirit chooses you to work with or not, and if they do choose you then rehoming will be coordinated: a time that works (with both your timezone and our own) for yourself as well as the mod helping you, a profile sheet will be made (and a background piece if the spirit chooses to share one,) who it will be within our spirit family (unless the spirit is being bound in which case it will be Mod Faery doing the rehoming astrally as Mod Nova and Mod Petra don’t perform bindings), and any advice you may need for making your companion’s rehoming process as homey feeling as possible.. Note from Mod Faery: Distance bindings will only be done if the spirit is okay with the binding (if we tell you they want a vessel, then please have a vessel ready! I’ll need to see a photo of the vessel; it doesn’t need to be fancy). My bindings will release the spirit under several specific circumstances- generally intentional cases of neglect or abuse or abandonment. The spirits who are released will be returned to us and will be put back up for adoption whenever they’re ready to try again. Our companions or Mod Faery’s astral self will deliver the unbound spirits to you. Also keep in mind most spirits know how to attach themselves to items already- at least the ones we deal with, so binding isn’t wholly necessary.

Adoption Form:

(1) Why are you interested in working with this spirit?

(2) Companionship Experience Level- Beginner (just starting your path to approximately 2 years), Intermediate (3 years to 9 years), Experienced (10 years+)

(3) Do you have any companions? If yes, then how many and what spirit type(s) is/are they?

(4) Are you and your companions willing to do in home visits [yes, my companions will be doing in home visits]? Why or why not?

You can find clarification on Question 4 here and  here.

Mods will ask follow up questions as they feel they’re needed.

Spirits Looking for Homes:

(1) P, the sprite- posted- No longer taking applications

(2) H, the hellhound- posted- No longer taking applications

(3) Gru, the doppelganger- posted- No longer taking applications

(4) Y, the Dove daemon- posted- No longer taking applications

(5) Z, the nymph- posted- No longer taking applications

(6) B, the heavencat- posted

(7) Oor, the mermaid- posted

(8) N, the Frog daemon- posted

(9) Prue, the fallen angel- posted

(10) E, the heavenhound- posted

(11) R, the imp- posted

(12) Tandi, the unicorn- to be posted after 1-3 have been rehomed

(13) W, the vampire- to be posted after 1-3 have been rehomed 

(14) X, the phoenix- to be posted after 1-3 have been rehomed 

(15) Rue, the shapeshifter- to be posted after 4 & 5 have been rehomed 

(16) D, the incubus- to be posted after 4 & 5 have been rehomed 

(17) T, the Hawk daemon- to be posted after 4 & 5 have been rehomed 

(18) I, the centaur- to be posted after 6-9 have been rehomed 

(19) J, the dragon- to be posted after 6-9 have been rehomed 

(20) M, the faery- to be posted after 6-9 have been rehomed 

(21) F, the celestial wolf- to be posted after 10-14 have been rehomed

(22) O, the vampire hybrid- to be posted after 10-14 have been rehomed.

(23) K, the faery- to be posted after 15-18 have been rehomed.

(24) W, the sprite- to be posted after 15-18 have been rehomed.

(25) Raz, the drake- to be posted after 15-18 have been rehomed

(26) Yul, the angel hybrid- to be posted after 19-22 have been rehomed

(27) E, the Falcon daemon- to be posted after 19-22 have been rehomed

(28) F, the dragon- to be posted after 19-22 have been rehomed.

Yes! Reverse adoptions can be done as well! However, they’re currently closed. Max number of RAs is 15, and they will be closed until all 15 are filled.

Searching. (A Call for RP)

So. Because of a lower availability, and because of changes in RP group, Jun’to is sort of in flux right now. I want to get him back involved in plots and groups, and while I’m pretty fond of my current FC, it’s not by nature an RP-FC and if your super cool group really appeals to my interests, I wouldn’t be opposed to jumping ship.

So. Let’s get down to business

Keep reading


can’t believe i got this for only 10 gems?? what a Deal

Conversation with Flying Devil Oil

Concerns about posting spirit conversations

Request a conjuring for a conversation

I place my Flying Devil Oil within the conjure circle, on top of a cloth. It leaks constantly, I do not know how the sealed jar can constantly spurt forth spicy oils. I call forth its spirit. A devil, made of translucent, fiery oils, steps forth. He sits on the jar, gently dripping down on to the cloth. He croaks with a toady voice that crackles like fire. He has a small humanoid body and large bat wings. He has an animalistic head with large horns protruding from his brow.

“I am here, mage!” although he does not say ‘mage’, he uses my real name. “Yes, I am here, hot as fire, hot as the sun; I am here to run after devils and eat them up! I am here to chase them away, as far as the day, I am here to eat.” I ask if he would like any kind of foods. “I eat spirits! I eat them up, and on their flesh I do sup.” I say, that is quite violent. “Violent, violent, I do say – are you here to eat or play?”

I say, I am here to talk. “Talk away, little mage.” He again uses my real name. “I guess I am here to play!” I ask how he may protect someone.

“Protect, protect, how boring it is! We are here to eat. Let me show you how.” There is an astral person in my vision with termites or parasites upon them. The devil steps forth, but surrounding him are many tiny devils, the size of red pepper flakes. Like piranha they fall upon the parasites, consuming them wholly. I say, I was under the impression that Flying Devil Oil was meant to chase away little devils; not that they were themselves flying devils who came to eat things.

“Wrong, wrong! The mage is wrong. We are here to eat and here to stay. Observe.” I now see the astral person, surrounded by little red devils. As soon as any malicious or malific energy comes towards them, the tiny devils swarm upon it, consuming it. I ask why the devils do not feed upon the person themselves. “Do not bite the hand that feeds!” screeches the devil. “The master draws food and we feed, yet if the master was food for feed where would we be? Without any good devils to eat.” I ask if there is ever any danger that Flying Devil Oil will turn upon its master. “No, no.” He says this softly. “We have no quarrel with humans.” I get a feeling or vision that the devils secretly like humans, and would not hurt them, or for some other reason are bound to protect humans.

I ask how Flying Devil Oil may be used to break a hex, since it cannot be applied to the skin or a bath as many other hexbreaker ingredients are. “You need not disturb our home at all,” says the devil. “Shake us up, good and fast, and soon we will fly out and feed. Like a genie in a bottle are we! Only disturb us a little and here we will be. Tell us your trouble and ailments all, and we shall go to feast on them all.” I say, you should not rhyme “all” with “all”, it is cheating. He screeches a rude word at me, then turns his back to me. I have hurt his feelings.

In apology I ask if he would like some whiskey. “Yes,” he says softly in his toady voice. “We would like that.” I place a cap-full of whiskey on the conjure circle and he sips it delicately. I ask how he likes it here in my room. “It is nice enough,” he says. I ask if he must feed regularly. “No, we sleep much. Only when we are awaken do we fly forth. But if you awaken us regularly with no food we will grow hungry, so you must feed us lots of eggs.” I ask if he would like raw or cooked eggs. “Raw is best, and leave the egg in the shell. Only crack it open, and we will come to eat it and be very satisfied. Only do not feed us before an attack, or we will be full and have no desire to eat the devils that plague you.” I note that he has stopped rhyming, but I do not mention this. I do compliment his previous rhymes, saying that they were very unique. He is pleased and ruffles his wings. “I like to rhyme,” he says softly. I take this to be a personal hobby or habit of his; something that he enjoys. I feel badly for calling him out. I say I would enjoy to hear more of his pleasant rhymes. “No, no,” he says. “We must practice more.” I feel extra bad.

I ask if he is well combined with another formula such as War Water. “We do not like War Water,” says the devil. His cup is empty and I fill it with more Whiskey. “They slice away at the enemy so quickly that we can hardly get a bite to eat, and we are not carrion eaters.” I ask if he would like a raw egg now. “We are full,” he says. “You feed us every time we are awake.” I ask about his use during a candle spell. “You do not need to use a candle for us, only shake the jar, as I have said.” I ask, what if the devils must be sent far away to do a task in another area. “Use your taglock with the candle and we will go swiftly to whomever is there, and we will eat all the poison off of them.” I ask if there is any physical symptoms to the human, as capsicum is quite spicy and hurts our skin. “It only hurts when you rub it on your face,” he says. Earlier I accidentally rubbed some on my face when it leaked from the bottle. It does indeed hurt, as I use superhot peppers in my Flying Devil Oil mix. I ask him if the hotter peppers do a better job. “The hotter peppers are more vicious and fearless, and will hunt down the enemy for a longer time before they give up. But my good red peppers will do the job admirably, they are like loyal hounds.” Still feeling badly about my insult to his rhymes, I try to think of questions that he will enjoy. I ask if he likes to work with flame.

“Flame is different than us, although it is hot it is not quite the same kind of hot. You do not need both the devils and the flame, that is too much/overkill.” I ask why the peppers must be put in oil, and would a plain pepper spirit not do just as well. “The oil makes us one,” he says. “A pepper spirit may do the same job, if you ask politely and give the dog some offerings.” I am surprised that he calls normal peppers “dogs”. “But when we are in the oil we are reborn in to Devil Oil, constrained to our task of feeding, and we require no offerings.” I ask about the mysterious process that seems to turn individual ingredients in to one unique oil or water. “I do not know about that,” he says. “I only know that one day I awoke, fully formed, and saw you from my watery/oily jar, through a haze of red. And I said, 'there is my Mother, I am bound to protect her.'” I say, I am honored to take that role, and I did not know that I was considered his mother. “Yes, you created me, and I am bound to help you.” Astrally I see myself spontaneously reaching towards him, and with his kobold-like nose he nuzzles my hand. Astrally, my hand sizzles a little, although there is no physical pain. I ask if he likes his fate. “Yes, we like it. We are a simple spirit, we like to fly and feed. That is our duty and our role. You are also a good Mistress/Mother, you keep us out of the sun, and let us out regularly to eat. This is a good life and we are happy for it.” I asked how his nature changed when I added the superhot peppers to his mix; originally he was just red pizza pepper flakes. “It did not change me, for I am Spirit,” he says. “But the hounds under my control became multiplied, and as I said, the hottest peppers are the most vicious. So this increased our/my ability to fight for you.”

I ask if I may do anything in his honor. I see a brief vision of a candle flame. “No, no,” he says. I say, I will light a candle for him. He behaves quite shyly. I take a tea light and light the wick. It burns with no effect, so I dedicate it to the devil. “For my child, the flying devil,” I say. He seems terribly shy and hides behind his hands and wings, but I can tell he is very pleased. The small flame warms him and he looks at it. “Thank you, Mother,” he says. I say that it is my pleasure to light the candle for him. I ask if there is any circumstance in which he may die or perish. “If Mother is tired of me, only empty out all the oil, and I will be abandoned.” This seems quite harsh. I ask what will happen to him. “I will exist, constrained to be with my pepper-hounds, and I will become lost.” I say that this is not a proper fate. I ask if he may be returned to a greater spirit, to dwell in peace. “If you wish it, you may take the jar of oil and dedicate it to a god of Fire, or a goddess of peppers and gardening. And then I will be able to go to them, and dwell among their spirits, and that will be a good resting place for me until I die.” I ask how he could die. “I do not know,” he says. “I only know it would be more pleasant for me if I was not abandoned and constrained to fade away in the wilderness.”

I ask if other jars or oils should be released with respect as he wishes. “I do not know,” he says again. “It seems cruel to create a spirit and abandon it, but we are nothing but loyal servants; you may do with us what you wish.” I say, if ever a time comes when I do not need him, I will surely dedicate him to a beautiful goddess so he may live out his final days in peace. “You are kind, Mother,” he says.

I ask if he may have any other uses besides feeding, such as being a spy. “I may go look at things for you, but it is my instinct to eat them,” he says. “I do not prefer to be a spy, I like to stay close with my hounds/brothers, and rest in the oil, where I can watch you.” I ask if he watches me often. “I care for your safety, so I do watch you; and I ensure that if there is any evil some of my hounds will slip out.” I ask him if that is why his jar is always leaking. “I will not be held prisoner by a jar, Madam, if you are in danger; but it is dangerous for me if you leave the top off, as I may spill and be lost.” I ask if I am often in danger. “Your spirits take care of much danger which you never realize,” he says. I ask if this is the proper way of things, or if I need to pay more attention. “You are doing the proper way of things, for you have many spirits about you which care for you and protect you. And you have good protections up, and we are all safe here. It is our job to take care of the little tasks, and you organize us well for the big ones.”

I ask him if he has a name. “[redacted],” he tells me. I think this is a fine and pleasing name. “I chose it!” he chirps in his unusual voice. I say, I know he chose it, because I know the spirit to whom it originally belongs. “This is a good being of fire,” he tells me.

I say the time for our formal conversation is done, but he may stay and enjoy the candle flame for as long as he likes. I offer to put him on my desk. He seems to be very pleased with this idea. “I will stay and watch over you,” he says. My desk is now full of crystals and other conjures which wish to stay with me.

In search of the cinema’s spirit that is last goodbye

 Today me and my friends went on an adventure to the old building of cinema which does not work since 2006. Next week it is supposed to be demolished. We made a spectacle with our theatrical group about it, using stories of citizens.

 On the outside it looks quite abandoned and destroyed. Inside it’s got a creepy atmosphere with broken glass lying around and shattered, wooden chairs here and there or even clothes, things of the homeless people. I could still feel the spirit of the cinema as if the time was frozen still and someone was supposed to turn on the movie. No more… Just silence and memory of the old times. 

Nostalgia, reverie, melting mood… the spirit of our old cinema.