arm the spirit

12th house. Beneath the hollow black 12th house hole awaits a matrix of power, a fortress of divine wisdom, and God’s cradling arms. This is the spirit that supports is in the blackest times, the times we feel the shards of our broken souls cut us from the inside. And the secret is that only we know the secret of the twelfth house, because it can only be accessed when we are alone. There is the trauma of cutting ties with the unity we delighted in through the eleventh house and ascending into another dimension of collectiveness, transporting through the frequencies of the oversoul, but we have lost our body and seemingly all of our defenses. However this is the sort of emptying out, the piercing the veil, the susceptibility that opens up the twelfth house treasure box, this is incandescent glory, this is reuniting with the star that birthed us, the support network that has guided us since the very beginning. 

Its wisdom transcends all time and space and speaks through symbolism, vision, and emotion. It is something that flows like a fountain of oceanic bliss, comfort, and knowing when the tap has been turned on through divine love and homecoming


anonymous asked:

This has been bugging me for a while. I understand why Zuko took that lightning for Katara. But why did Azula shoot it at her? She was very calculating and had no way to know that Zuko could redirect it. She could have ended him then and there but she changed her mind last second. So why did she shoot it at katara as she called a filthy peasant? What would she have gained from it if it did hit her?

Azula did know that Zuko could redirect lightning–Ozai would have told her about the technique after the Day of Black Sun, when Zuko redirected it toward his father. Azula knew that Zuko could have fought her to a stalemate, and maybe even won, at this point in the Agni Kai. She’d been knocked off her feet and was breathing hard, the sign of a person losing a firebending battle (think Zuko at the beginning of his Agni Kai with Zhao). She needed a weakness that Zuko had that she didn’t, in order to exploit it.

Azula pinpointed Katara as being the weakness that would cause Zuko to lose the fight. She knew that if she shot lightning at Katara, Zuko would dive in front of it, leaving himself vulnerable. So the question remains: how could she know how much Katara meant to Zuko?

First of all, she knew that Zuko and Katara had been imprisoned together for a long time in Ba Sing Se–she was the one who put them there!–and that they had had a heart-to-heart of some kind.  There were no signs of a physical struggle between them after they were freed, and during the four-way fight between Zuko, Azula, Aang, and Katara, the latter yells out for all to hear:

“I thought you had changed!”

Then, after Azula strikes the Avatar with lightning, he mysteriously survives. She doesn’t know how, but it’s safe to say waterbending healing would occur to her as a possibility, especially since Katara was the one holding Aang in her arms and spiriting him to safety. What she DOES know, is that Zuko lied to her about it even after supposedly choosing Ozai’s side over Iroh’s, even after dating a person sanctioned by Azula and under her thumb. All signs point to Katara being an obstruction on Azula’s path to domination over Zuko.

Now, here comes the interesting part. After Zuko joins the Avatar, he breaks up with Mai. And then, sometime between the Day of Black Sun and the Ember Island Players, a popular play arises from an acclaimed playwright and that is a hit in the high-end theaters. We know from “The Headband” that the Fire Nation has a tightly controlled state-run media, and it’s possible that play had to be approved at the highest levels prior to seeing production. In that play, Katara thinks of Aang “like a brother” and shares a romantic moment in the Crystal Catacombs with Zuko. It’s highly likely Azula knew about, even watched the play in order to glean information.

Then, just before Azula is crowned Firelord, her brother shows up on the Avatar’s bison with none other than Katara herself.

It wouldn’t take a strategic genius to connect those dots in a way that banks on Zuko loving Katara enough to take substantial risks for her. But just in case it wasn’t CRYSTAL CLEAR, Zuko actually says in front of Azula, “And this way, no one else has to get hurt” (meaning Katara). Whether or not Azula heard her, the Fire Princess had more than enough evidence at this point to direct her attack at Katara with reasonable confidence that Zuko would at the very least break his stance and leave himself vulnerable in order to deflect the attack. And if he failed and the lightning actually hit Katara, Azula knew enough of her brother’s emotions to be certain he would be too distraught to effectively continue the fight.

The Main Event

A Journeyman drabble of chapter 26

Harry didn’t have much experience planning dates. Up until this point he’d been more of a ‘charm a woman during pub night with the lads or on the rarer occasion when he was dragged to a club, go back to her place, have sex, say thanks, and leave’ kind of guy. There were never any expectations or disappointments for any party involved but he still felt pretty shitty afterward.

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a whisper

kirigakure hotaru x mc (unnamed)

a/n: ok so this little ninja made off with my heart, so when @bakers97 asked for a fic with him i jumped at the chance. he’s like. the cutest thing. i love him. this is prompt 70 from this list - “do you trust me?”

His life has always been painfully quiet. Almost from the moment he learned to speak, his gift manifested—he hears the soul of languages began its life when he did—and he was always told to remain silent around his fellow Iga ninja.

The place he regards as his home is, in a way, a prison. His regular escapes to Kai offer him the opportunity to exist as he never has before, not freely, but close. As close as he imagines he will ever come. When the days spent away from his Haven (and her, especially her) pile up, he feels an inexplicable weight in his chest—the only solution is to run it off by running to Ueda.

In Ueda, they welcome him with open arms, they see past his unfortunate gift and actively refuse to see anything but the good in him. He can see why his brother chose to live there.

And Ueda is where she is, which is the best part of all.

Thoughts of Kai, of her, make his journey go by much quicker—or perhaps they simply quicken his pace, he cannot tell.

He arrives at the castle as the sun is setting, and something is—is off.

Normally, there would be noise coming from the Main Hall, some sort of energy, but he can’t feel anything. The quiet and the stillness both make him feel uneasy, but quick on his feet.

He can sense that his brother is not around. That thought is even more frightening.

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Protective Snakes (Hanzo x Pregnant! Reader)

Protective Snakes (Hanzo x Pregnant! Reader)

Waiting was the worst, especially with the condition you were in; pregnant. You were about five months along, your middle having grown out and were now starting to feel the kicks of the life you were staring with Hanzo.  Even though the archer was stoic and rather unemotional to anyone else, you knew he had a gentle heart in there and you managed to find it. The man had pierced your heart long before you got his after working with him getting to know him, and even saving each other a few times since the Recall was out into affect. With each other’s hearts, you managed to convince him to start a family, hoping this would help him forgive himself and give him the life he deserved with lots of love. Now only if your own heart wasn’t aching at the moment as he was out a mission, worrying that he would make it back save to you, to your child. Knowing he would be back sometime today, you were waiting in the main lounge of the reused headquarters, cozy on the couch as you pined for your love to come home safely.  Unknown to you though, the father of your child was looking for you, having looked in your shared room and else where, his feet silent as he soon spotted his love. With slow, quiet steps, he walked over to surprise you of his arrival.

“You seem to be doing well,” Hanzo mumbled,  the archer placing his hand on your shoulder.

“I wasn’t until you showed up,” surprised, you looked behind your shoulder to see that face you missed so much, “How are you?”

“I could say the same,” he pressed your forehead against yours, the closest he got to public displays of affection usually but since the beginning of your pregnancy, he had been doing a bit more but only when he was sure you two were alone. This was the case at the moment as he moved around the couch, taking a seat as he placed a hand on your bulge and rubbing it gently.

“Ha-anzo, what are yo-ou doing?” you asked him, a little embarrassed as your cheeks flustered deep red at the potential of someone seeing you two.

“I would like to say hello to our child,” Hanzo mumbled as he was going to lean in to kiss your belly but noticed a familiar blue glow coming from his arm. His two spirit dragons, currently in noodle form had manifested, curling up around your middle and starting to nip at Hanzo, who had currently jerked away. “What the-”

“I’m sorry, they seem to be protective of me,” you chuckled, the two protecting you like crazy since you first told Hanzo you were pregnant, “Much like their master.”

“They should learn to respect him as well,” Hanzo grumbled as he shot the two dragons a dirty look but he couldn’t be that mad. He was actually rather proud of them as he sat back in his seat, sighing to himself. “Yet Soba and Udon tend to follow their own path.”

The noodle dragons were curled up around your belly, rather warm and light and were occasionally moved out of place by a well placed kick from the fetus. Hanzo tried a few more time to touch his child for father-child bonding but the spirits were as protective as ever and the archer gave up after a while. At least he had you, wrapping his hand around yours and rubbing your fingers gently while your other was petting one of the noodles, Soba, you think.

With the jungle of spurs starting to get louder and louder, Hanzo let of your hand, much to your dismay, and crossed his arms as Jesse walked in, looking over your way with a smile on his face. “Well howdy, dar- oh, I see yer back,” his smile turned into a frown, noticing your man right there as he shrugged but walked closer.

“You’re surprised?” Hanzo asked him, rather defensive of you from him and from the look on the dragons’ faces, they would be too.

“I’ve ben hopin’ to visit yer lil’ varmint,” Jesse mumbled, trying to have a little fun with the idea of being an uncle, “An uncle’s gotta say howdy.”

“Only if it’s okay with you,” you sighed, knowing Jesse was a decent friend but Hanzo was your love and with the two not liking each other, tolerance was all up to Hanzo.

Hanzo paused for a moment, thinking as he looked at you, Jesse, and then at the dragons. A small smirk soon started to grow on his face as he actually nodded in agreement. “By all means.”

Jesse smirked as he was gonna be the best uncle before the kid was born, hoping to get a kick to them.

“Don’t mind if I- OWW!” Jesse had tried to move close but he didn’t even lay a hand on you as Soba nipped at his finger. Udon proceeded to hiss at Jesse, biting his other hand. It was only when Jesse got up and shook the pair off that the dragons let go, hissing and growling at they returned to their previous spots on and around their master’s child.

“Why I outta- control yer snakes!” Jesse grumbled as he rubbed his fingers, looking at the little bite marks on his hands and fingers. The glare he shot Hanzo could’ve probably killed him but he was relaxed the entire time.

“They do this by their own accord,” he stated, cool, calm, and collective on the outside but the light upward curve of the corners of his mouth stated he was proud of his spirit dragons, “You just have to respect them.”

“Maybe I’ll visit when the kid is born,” Jesse sighed, knowing he would have another option later when those serpents where under control or exterminated but much later than he wanted. With mumbled and grumbled under his breath, he left the room to have the bites checked by Angela and he wouldn’t die by such rascals.

You sighed, looking at all of them before you pinched your brow out of disgrace. “You’re too protective, all of you.”

The dragons whined, thinking they were doing the right thing as they tried to lick your hands and face to make it up to you. Meanwhile their master furrowed his brow, not liking to be chided like this but he nodded. “… but in a good way?”

“Of course,” you replied, knowing you couldn’t be mad your child’s father, kissing his cheek in return before asking one more thing out of all of them, “… but maybe back down a bit?”

Hanzo looked at the noodles, almost as if understanding each other in the silence as Hanzo replied for all of them with a cocky smile on his face.

“We can make no promises.”

~The next morning~

Jesse was not going to die, according to Angela, but he thought he would as he had gotten up in the morning, bites all wrapped and grouchy over it. “Might need a second opinion ‘bout these bites,” he mumbled as he was currently getting dressed, “Don’t want no rabies.”

When Jesse was finally getting his boots on, he had too much on his mind to notice his boot seemed a little too heavy and it was too late as he noticed a sharp pain to his toe. “DA-AMN!”

“What was that?” you hummed, hearing a loud and a bit of an effeminate scream echoing down the hall as Hanzo and you were currently eating breakfast with the rest of the Overwatch agents.  

“Seems he woke up to a surprise,” Hanzo mused, sipping at his tea nonchalantly, “Not of my doing, of course.”

His choice of words made you curious, then angry as you furrowed your brow at him. “What did you do?”

Hanzo only took another sip of tea while a small, wiggly blue glow crawling up his sleeve, retreating to it’s home before the archer answered you.

“In his wording, you could say he found a snake in his boot.”

@windythegreat sent in : “ Prompt Witches that specialise in plants. Vines on her walls succulents hanging by window. Thank you so much for wonderful writing”

It starts with the poinsettia Carol hands to Sydney after Christmas. The leaves are bright red and green, the plant is healthy, but there’s something sour about the pot. She thinks it might be the wetness of the soil or the way the plastic wrapped around the pot is holding water on the bottom.

“Maybe you can use it,” Carol tells her, flapping a hand at the door. “For, you know, your…thing.”

My craft, Sydney corrects mentally. She smiles at Carol, understanding that her friend is being considerate in her own way, and climbs into her car. She’s not a big talker and she’s fortunate that she has friends who understand that. She can deal with her practice being relegated to “thing.”

Sydney takes the poinsettia home, takes the plastic off, and watches the water drain down the kitchen sink. She sniffs the soil and is oddly pleased. Less sour and more earthy.

She takes the plant with her to the bedroom, situating it in her bedroom window. She falls asleep admiring the red leaves.


After the poinsettia is the spider plant. This one is born out of necessity rather than happenstance, an intentional addition to her new home.

There’s a story behind this.

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(Spoiler alert: it me)

A special and heartfelt shout out to @lesters-grace and @ifheartscouldfly for making my actual dreams come true :’)

TF drunk headcanons:

Cyclonus smiles

Tailgate likes to arm wrestle everything and dance on tables

Whirl is willing to be arm wrestled. Also slips stronger spirits into others drinks “for free”

Rung will psychoanalyse l o u d l y also for free.

Skids thinks he’s the smoothest ball room dancer. No one, not even the furniture is safe from fancy foot work


Rodimus drinks too much too quickly professes his love to everybody, cries, throws up, disappears for half an hour and then reappears with no memory of the last 50 minutes and another drink in his hand

Drift is the one who looks after Rodimus. The designated driver

Ratchet is a miserable fart, doesn’t dance spends the whole night at the bar complaining that he’s too old for this shit.

Megatron a classy drunk, never hungover.

Minimus Ambus has memorised perfectly one dance routine, repeats over and over.


Yulunga Spirit Dance 

I thought I’d found a reason to live
Just like before when I was a child
Only to find dreams made of sand
Would just fall apart and slip through my hands
But the spirit of life keeps us strong
And the spirit of life is the will to carry on
Adversity what have I done to you
To cause this reclusive silence
That has come between me and you
And the spirit of life remains in light
And the spirit of life remains inside
I never thought it would be quite like this
Living outside of mutual bliss
But as long as the veins in our arm still stand up
The spirit of life will keep living on

Fierce-hearted Ares, crafty master of battle,
lord of war, spirit of war, leader of men,
inspirer of deeds, stormer of stone-walled cities,
with mighty arm you brandish the spear, you shake the shield.
I praise and honor you, I thank you for your blessings.

Ares, destroyer of men, fearsome one who stalks
the battlefield, who holds the ruddy standard of war;
insatiate you are of battle and of blood.
In your name do men do what is base, what is needful.
I praise and honor you, I thank you for your blessings.

Stalwart Ares, strong of heart and firm of will,
stout of arm and great of spirit, your mettle
undoubted, your vigor unequaled. Of nerve
and of courage you know much, O god who endures.
I praise and honor you, I thank you for your blessings.

Ares who stands between the weak and the strong,
who stands before the gates, tirelessly, endlessly,
defender of cities, protector of homes,
Ares who holds off the hordes of chaos, kind one,
I praise and honor you, I thank you for your blessings.

Brave Ares, granter of strength to the weak, courage
to the meek, voice to the silent, will to the timid,
hope and raw grit to those whose cause seems lost. Ares,
who knows the worth of those whose back is to the wall,
I praise and honor you, I thank you for your blessings.

—  “Litany to Ares”
Taken from