fresh spirit

Some Urban Witchcraft Things I Do
  • Using small shielding wards while moving in crowded spaces to stop people from entering my personal space, using it to get a space on the train while others try very hard to not be too close.
  • Being a regular customer at a coffee shop, where the barista knows your order, using that regularity and infusing it in the drink to ensure a smooth work day.
  • Tapping into the electrical energy of street lights, traffic lights, the tangles of power lines or the wire work embedded in the concrete. Tapping into it to feel the pulse of the entire city and how its as never-ending and expansive as nature and the cosmos
  • Borrowing energies from businesses, abandoned spaces and construction equipment for on-the-fly spells. (Once I used a buzz saw being used for a building renovation for a shield spell)
  • Pausing at florist displays to communicate with the small fresh spirits living in the cultivated potted gift plants, their energies foreign in the space.
  • Meditating on public transit, buses and trains, tapping into the circuits they run, the power that sustains them, and the thousands of people constantly on and off them.
  • Meeting eyes with the birds who brave the city streets, connecting a kin-ess of survival under such unnatural conditions. 
  • Marking sigils in the crook of my elbow in sharpie after designing them on the receipts that are tangled in my pockets.
  • Recognizing the glamor in mundane objects in stores, items being charged by desire and brand recognition by those who handle them, recognizing the residual affect it has on you after touching it.
  • Instinctively finding green spaces and specific plants you enjoy (for me its lavender, I can smell it from a block away) and having a mental map of where to pilfer powerful plants from city gardens. 
  • Feeling the spirit of the city, all the energies of thousands of people and history and industry only -just- covering the nature that existed there for millennia before it, feeling all this as you walk through the quiet dark streets in the early morning hours. 

Korra:  Raava, I missed you. Where have you been?
Raava: I have always been inside of you.


aries is a sign i spend a lot of time reflecting on. watching my baby daughter grow, squeal and giggle in public, make a lot of noise, throw things and experience life as is, without labels and without a social or self conscience is observing aries. everything is new and exciting and something to be played with and explored. aries approaches all elements of life, work, study, travel, socialisation, sex, with this infantile enthusiasm and intrigue. the sort of regulation and restrictions we apply to ourselves are disregarded by aries, it is all about personal experience, learning, and developing. this is not to say that aries people have the maturity or intelligence of a baby. but the way that the individual launches into life with open arms and open eyes, innocent and full of curiosity smells of the infant freshness. the spirit for probing the universe has been untouched, and they are drunk on excitement and rapture. if aries tried to draw the world that they see and perceive, none of us would believe it

HEAD’S UP YA’LL! In case you missed my ten million posts about this on twitter, my first published comic work came out on ComiXology last Monday! AHHH!

Fresh Romance is reviving romance comics within the American market, and I’m so proud to be contributing art for a queer high school romance called “School Spirit!” It’s also written by Kate Leth and colored by Amanda Scurti, two incredibly talented babes! Check out a four-page preview on Entertainment Weekly and buy it on ComiXology! Yay!!

Shaking (Lin x Reader)

Warning : nah?

Dedication : haha lin hugs @letsgiggletogether

Request: nope

/ F L U F  F

No editing, sorry guys. Literally JUST wrote this

(I shouldn’t be this late i have a big test tommorow oOpS)

It was roughly two in the morning when your fingers were rattling quickly against the cream colored counter. Your heart was aching, and eyes worn down with drowsy spirit and fresh salty tears. It was dark and felt too humid and packed in your moderately sized apartment kitchen that held only you and your heavy emotions.
The weak light lit up your twisted lips and fiddling hands. You screwed with the button of your tshirt.  You tugged at the hem of your pants. You did anything to distract yourself.

“We just couldn’t save her.”

You wanted to throw something. Throw it hard and watch it shatter and you could imagine your sister ‘tsking’ at that.

“What does that solve,  sunshine?” She would hum, pushing a lock of hair from your pink stained eyes. You wished she was there to do that. To tell you it would all be okay.
But that would really contradict the situation. Wouldn’t it?

You were on the ground, sunken down to a mere lump of whimpering sorrow. You felt it all on your shoulders, but felt too light to carry it. You were going to blow away to the wind.

“Y/n?” A groggy voice had grunted, it was barely audible but sounded from down the hall. You shoved your face into your palms, not daring to let your Lin see your twisted face,  bright with raw flooded tears.

He was in the doorway, looking down at the phone on the floor. You had crept out from the bedroom when you got the call, stood in the hallway talking to the melancholy doctor, and then your mother, and your poor niece. After them all, you had slammed down the cell and collapsed into the kitchen.

You couldn’t see it, but Lin’s hand was shaking madly.
You did, however, feel it. When he quickly crouched down and held up his fingers to your wrists.  He balanced on his ankles, and you discovered his strained expression when he pulled your hands away.


You breathed in deeply, it was more of a gulp than an inhale. At this he immeidetly leaned forward.

His arms looped around your sides, fingers firm on your stomach as he softly pushed you towards him from the small of your back. He let your form melt against his chest. He let you breath in the scent of him- coffee and a twinge of lemon gum. The usual.

He let your face plant itself in his chest, and he let himself curl his arms around you. Squeezing you gently. Softly.

He was always so soft. That was just who he was.

He sunk his legs down, letting you sit on them. Letting you cry.

His face sunk into your neck, and you felt his finger trace circles on your thin-fabric shirt.

You were one. Together. You both knew that. 

“She- she died.”

“H-honey who-”

“My sister. ”

He tightened his wrap around you, now lightly rocking you back and forth. This way and that.

“I-it was a car accident. She asked if I could go with her to mom’s this week so I could drive her around and be with our parents. Driving always made her naseous these days, she said. Oh god-”

You leaned back. Heart thumpering.

“It’s because of me Lin! It was me, I, I killed my sister I-” your voice was shrill and at this a panicked look flashed over Lin’s doe brown eyes.

“No no no no-” He cupped your face carefully.

“You know that’s not true, y/n. You never would have been able to make it with work. This is…in no way your fault. Please listen -”

Deep down, you knew he was right. But it still all hurt the same.

“You’re going to make it. You always do. You ALWAYS do, it’s astounding,  quite honestly. You make it so far and do so much each day. It’s inhuman and you’re doing fantastic. This is so hard, I know. God,  trust me. But I am here, just like I always have been. Just like I always will be. And even if I wasn’t,you’d still make it. That’s what you do. It’s the frequent pattern.  You amaze me.” He whispered,  and you shook.

“I love you.” You whispered, it was hardly audible. But he heard loud and clear, and gently leaned in, kissing you once with such precision and care you felt like the only person in the world who mattered.

You fall back into his chest, and he leans back, laying down on the kitchen tiles with you on his chest, lightly shaking. Hardly.

“I love you too”

Originally posted by cierrasuee

The Gemini Sisters 
The Mutable Multiple ~ 

Sister one is witty, comical, indulgent, childlike, and mentally sharp. She knows how to be the clown and keeps people in stitches at her clever quips. There is a swift come back for just about anything and a somewhat naive silver tongue. She may indulge by playing the devil’s advocate and express her mischievous side for the sheer fun of it. But sometimes you can feel embarrassed by her, like when her giggle emerges at serious moments or her loose tongue slips uncontrollably around conservative types you are seeking to impress. But nurture this child, she may seem a nuisance, but she will always be young and keep your spirit fresh and free. No one will stay as refreshing as you if this child’s voice is heard

Sister two is logical and sophisticated, graceful and wonderful with words. She knows exactly the right moment to respond with her luscious language and floating, chameleon spirit. She is self assured and confident in her mental abilities, she communicates meaningful partridges of knowledge with ease and communicates well with just about everybody. This sister is independent, feels complete without a partner and remains loyal to those she trusts. She is domesticated and clever, responsive and ambitious. When the God’s have a message to share, they call upon this brilliant Gemini butterfly. Honor this sister. She has accumulated all the data and comprised it into swift sequences of sentences, she was observing with profound detail while the other sisters distracted into daydream

Sister three is scattered, forgetful, fickle, dizzying, restless, and expresses like a frenzied bundle of anxieties. This sister has a difficult time getting to sleep, frequently misplaces items, fails to recall important details and experiences intense troubles with time management. This sister must take time to rest her nerves and stop thinking, she must find a way to slip into the space between her endless thoughts. Unless she meditates, finds a way to be mindful and not dissociated, and express the words that tumble within, then her nerves will be the death of her. It is important for this sister to learn how to be present in the moment, its like her mind can become a balloon floating away from her, she must learn to

Sister four has a coolness and a charm, she is like a breeze and she seems kind of lost in thought, drifting in and out of imaginative reverie. This sister lives through constructed worlds in her mind and has a self indulgent and amusing personality. She is independent, refuses to conform to any conditions, and refuses to settle. There is a need to be constantly on the move and she may avoid the harshness of reality through profound emotional detachment. This sister must be encouraged to continue her wander through fantasy and creative expression, but reminded that the grass is not always greener on the other side and she can find a sense of comfort where she is right now, if she understands the present moment holds heaven and eternity

Sister five seems lost and confused, incomplete, longing, and unequipped for the world. It’s as though she is searching for her lost twin, trying to reconcile parts of herself that seem split and unsure, one personality replaces another in the blink of an eye, and she can feel swept away in a rainbow spiral of opinions and perceptions, judgments and methods of persuasion. She attempts different crafts like cross stitching or diving for a while, and loses interest, she enrolls in different university courses but never truly finds her feet. This sister must be taught that she is the sum of many, and not a singular self, but a multiplex of personas that suggest tremendous talent and mental capacities. She is self conscious and fractured, but she must be shown that the great secret is that these are all of her, in one adaptable, magical showcase of human variation.


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