I don't know the line between witchcraft and like "life hacks"? I really want to practice witchcraft, but I don't know if eating more peppar, vitamin C and garlic to help fight sickness counts? What's the difference between witchcraft and doing things most people would think makes sense? Could doing yoga and stretching against staleness and for more flexability count as witchcraft? I hope you understand what I mean 😅
Does the line matter? If it does then I always err on the side of self identification. Are you using your knowledge of plants, how your body and brain work in a way that makes you feel like you are flexing your witchy skills? Do you think of it like witchcraft? Then if you wanna think of it as witchcraft, fine. It doesn’t mean you have to be loud about it. It just is what it is. The longer I’ve been a witch the more it integrates into my life and feels indistinguishable from the rest of me. Witchcraft has given me a hightened sense of the world around me. It shows me a world of tools and spell ingredients if I need them. Only I get to decide for me.
“Just leave me
ALONE.” I hissed and tried to walk away from him.
‘’Y/N please. I don’t want to leave until we get over this.’’
His hand reached for mine once again and as every time tonight I pulled it away.
‘’What if we can’t get over this? What if this was the last
straw for us? I really can’t continue living like this Shawn. You are never
home and when you are we fight. Is that really the relationship you want?’’ I asked
feeling the tears going down my cheeks.
‘’You don’t mean that baby, you know we can get past this, c’mon
let’s just talk.’’ I went to sit on the couch and he followed. ‘’We can work on
this, I will do anything to fix this, please.’’ I glanced at him and saw tears
in his eyes. ‘’Please?’’
His hand was holding mine tightly as if it was the last
And maybe it was.
‘’Please I just… really need space right now.’’ I said as I pulled
away and looked at him. ‘’Just go, please.’’
He got up and the second I heard the front door shut I was a
all your stuff is so beautiful and calming! i adore your editing style, because it’s so serene. what i mean by that is that you just have what seems to be an innate eye for what colors/patters/etc. go together! that’s something that can’t really be taught, i don’t think, but here you are, working it like a champ! i admire you a lot and you always seem so, so sweet.
Or maybe... "you weren't supposed to laugh!" for the twins?
Woo, Thedas Wondertwins time! In which Varlen claims Riven was not supposed to laugh… but she was definitely supposed to laugh.
Varlen Lavellan and Riven Lavellan (@chaitea09). Approx 850 words <3
“Well, what do you think?”
“C’mon, be honest. I think the colour really brings out my eyes. And my teeth. When I smile. Makes them look white.”
“Have you met the tailors? They’re thorough. Pretty sure they measured every inch of me, if you know what I mean.”
Riven just stared, tilting her head, not entirely sure of what to make of the sight before her. Varlen was standing in her doorway, striking a pose that could only be described as utterly ridiculous, a boot planted on one side of the doorframe, head tipped back against the other. It might be his most over-the-top display yet. He grinned, teeth flashing, and Riven sighed.
“I mean… sure. Your teeth do look, ah… whiter?”
“Right?” Extracting himself from his dramatic sprawl, Varlen wandered into the room. The majority of his attire aside, he was wearing some kind of… mantle? It stood out like a massive frill behind his head, fanning out well beyond the width of his shoulders. Kind of like a lizard in the process of defending its territory. Or a distressed cobra. Plopping himself down on the edge of Riven’s desk, Varlen grunted, then wriggled, the rest of his outfit making any kind of graceful movement something of an impossibility.
I loved The Anonymous Benefactor! It was shocking and yet not to find that Killian started the charity. For a demon, he sure does a lot of good. I had a thought while reading...Killian obviously wants Emma to fall b/c he wants her with him always. But could he really do that? More to a point, he’s asking her to accept eternal separation from God/heaven/paradise and eventually, at the end of days, the lake of fire. (I’m Catholic, if you can’t tell, lol.) He’s not admitted to love (yet?) (1/2)
(2/2) Trying to remember what I wrote in my anon’s first half…He hasnt admitted to love (yet) but has he really thought about what he’s asking her to give up? In loving her, wouldnt he realize he wants her to stay in grace for her own sake? Or is he still too blinded by his want at this point in BHH? Will that be something you explore? I want them happy and together but also saved so badly…gods, I hope you have a way to get us there! I loved the extra and cant wait for the next chapter.
There’s a line in the main fic where Emma is musing to herself about the irony that her charity was really only made possible by Killian’s financial support so I decided to expand on that a bit with this flashback scene as to how that started. Yes, he does good, but it’s (usually) self serving - in this case it gives Emma a reason to stay in the same city with him for longer than maybe she would have. His motives are selfish, for his ultimate benefit, although he tells himself that he’ll do everything in his power to make Emma happy once he finally gets her to fall from Heaven, so that’s his justification.
I have this tagline for the fic; When infernal fire meets divine radiance…can a demon be saved? Or will an angel burn?
Thank you so much for sharing your story on the live stream today. I've often been told that my mental illness is all in my head, and its oddly comforting to hear someone else has endured the same. Makes the world feel a little less lonely c: Keep it up, because you're doing great!
No worries! If recounting personal anecdotes can help at all, then I’m glad! Because, like I said, I don’t want to come off as if I’m just fishing for compliments, but I did go through a very bad time. To the point where I had planned a time and place, if you know what I mean. And I got past that, and look how things turned out!
You can never know how things are gonna work out in the end, but the thing is.. They tend to do just that, if you can manage. Work out. In whatever way, be it friends and family or professional help, or just watching Youtube and playing games to “disconnect” for a while.. It’s still something you CAN get through. It might not forever leave your mind completely, but there’s still so much good to outweigh the bad.
I want to be with you because I love you. I don’t know what I love you means, except that I do. I love you so much I’ll never be able to tell you; I’m frightened to tell you. I can hear you and see you and love you in every single, single thing in the whole world asleep or awake.
Dylan Thomas, from a letter to Caitlin Macnamara written c. July 1936
“I don’t know why Tyrell keeps popping up in my dreams, but he did it again. I guess it was all the talk about him last night. It’s pretty obvious, actually, ‘cause he and I were walking along the Great Wall in China. That was one of the sightings in the paper last night. The weird thing was that we walked for what felt like a really, really long time and then I lost him. I tried to catch up to him, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t walk fast enough.”
(Context: Our DM is currently running a zombie apocalypse campaign. A hoard of zombies was on its way to the store we just looted, so we began to create defenses. Player A and his girlfriend Player B had missed every other session, and had no idea what was going on, but didn’t bother asking.)
DM: (Turns to Player A) Ok, what do you want to do to help out?
Player A: Uh…I wanna go down to the basement and dig a hole.
Player B: I shall join him.
Player C: (Roleplaying as an immigrant from Mexico) I’ll help them.
DM: (One round of digging later) Ok Player A, it’s your turn.
Player A: (Still confused but adamant about digging for no reason) I’m going to keep digging.
DM: Uh, ok. Anything you wanna say to everyone there? Maybe to encourage them?
Player A: …Let’s…dig faster…?
Player B: …Works for me.
Player C: Muy bien.
DM: (Dies of laughter)
(They proceeded to dig so much for no actual reason that they developed a cult around it and eventually struck a secret government facility.)