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Say Cheese! | Modern AU

Featuring: Sylathi Lavellan, Maleus Abano, Avira Vedaris (Lavellan), Thelrand Lavellan


Happy Birthday @lavellanlove! This still needs to be colored, but I had to post this today. And it’s our babes, so I can’t imagine you’d complain. ;)
And my sappiness got lengthy so I’m putting it under the cut.

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uma seleta dos primeiros poemas da patti smith

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Marianne Faithfull

“Eu nasci em Hampstead. Minha mãe não
gritava então eles não acreditaram que ela está
parindo. Mais tarde eu fui para escola num convento. Mais tarde
eu montei em couro. Mais tarde eu peguei algumas pílulas
para dormir. Eu precisava perder…”

                                                         M.F

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Sétimo Céu

Ó Rafael. Anjo guardião. No amor e no crime
todas as coisas movem-se em setes. sete compartimentos
no coração. as sete elaboradas tentações.
sete demônios lançados sobre Maria Madalena prostituta
de Cristo. as sete maravilhosas viagens de Sinbad.
sin/bad*. E o número sete marcado para sempre
na fronte de Caim. O primeiro homem inspirado.
O pai do desejo e assassinato. Mas o dele não foi
o primeiro êxtase. Considere a mãe dele.
Eva praticou o crime da curiosidade. É como o ditado
diz: matou pela buceta. Uma maçã ruim estragou
o tiro inteiro. Mas tenha certeza que não foi a maçã.
Uma maçã parece com uma bunda. É a fruta dos maricas.
Deve de ter sido um tomate.
Ou melhor ainda. Uma manga.
Ela mordeu. Temos que culpa-la. abusar dela.
pobre doce puta. talvez haja mais para a história.
pense em Satã como algum garanhão.
talvez seus joelhos estivessem abertos.
cobras de satã no meio delas.
elas abrem mais.
cobras em suas coxas
esfregando-se  contra ela por um tempo
mais do que a árvore do conhecimento era sobre
ser comido… ela estremece seu primeiro estremecimento
prazer jardim do prazer
ela estava arrependida
somos sempre meninas
ela era uma boa leiga
só deus sabe

* sin/bad = numa tradução livre, pecado/ruim. resolvi deixar assim porque, puta merda, foda.  (N.do T.)

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Há uma doçura
na sua pequena boca de menina
e as pérolas que você segura
na palma da sua mão
toda vez que você estende a mão
você quebra você fantasia
você está circuncisada
agonizada
flagelada
coroada
crucificada
perfurada quatro vezes
seu sagrado coração sangra
goteja e goteja mais
mulheres choram aos seus pés
doze homens te transformam
doze homens te desejam
(nuvens de amônia em suas axilas)
uma estrela do mar palpita na sua barriga
e as flechas te sacodem
te sacodem te sacodem
e os músculos do seu coração doem
um peixe bate em seu rosto
você rola você rola sobre
os pátios do santuário
em um vestido preto e vulgar
abençoe sua quente boca virgem
você poderia ser Judas
e o próprio Cristo
você poderia ser Maria Madalena
a única mulher
que fez o salvador chorar
ainda assim você puxaria mandrax para dentro
como a bolacha sagrada
deixe-me para o sono eterno
Mas não. Eu não deixarei você ir.
Eu não deixarei você ir. não.
Não deixe o mel escorrer
da sua doce doce caixa
não deixe as multidões corarem e ofegarem
enquanto você carrega a cruz
não deixe as meninas de flor te abanarem
atrás de um grande ataúde preto
não deixe as pérolas
desmoronarem desmoronarem
da sua pequena boca de garota.


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reza

meias nos pés ou descalço
imensamente orgulhoso ou dobrado como amor
galho cadafalso
coveiro ou dançarina no vento
o mesmo vento ainda fedorento de porcos
rosa ou o pólen que faz uma tosse
cruel fantástico ao contrário de qualquer outra coisa

para ter nenhuma necessidade de aparato
de uma sala de cirurgia
para estar seguro de todos os danos corporais
para conhecer o amor sem exceção
para ser santo em qualquer forma


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balada de um menino mal

ó eu era mal
não fazia o que deveria
mamãe me pegava com uma lambida
e me dizia para ser bom
quando eu era mal em dobro
ela me empurrava em um buraco
e cortava todos os meus dedos
e colocava eles numa tigela de dedos
minha mamãe me matou
meu papai entristeceu-se por mim
minha irmãzinha annalea
chorou debaixo de uma amendoeira

ó eu amei um carro
e quando eu me sentia triste
eu deitava no ford de papai
e me sentia bem
e você sabe que eu fiquei mal
roubei as calotas dos homens
e as vendia as mulheres
e roubava tudo de novo
e eu consegui um carro
um carro hudson hornet
e enrolei as senhoritas bonitas
e muitas vezes fui para longe
eu fui para chicago
eu fui para kalamazzoo
eu fui para nashville
nas auto-estradas eu voei
e fui para salinas
eu rodei até o mar
e as pessoas todas me censuraram
e apontaram para mim
elas diziam ai está um garoto mal
eu era um garoto muito mal
eles recolhiam suas filhas
eu ouvi o que eles diziam
afaste-se dele querida
porque esse garoto é mal
e embora estivesse bem
e ilumina os saques
não deslize para o lado dele
ele dirige na rota errada
porque ele é um garoto mal
minha mãe me matou
meu pai se entristeceu por mim
e minha irmãzinha annalea
chorou debaixo de uma amendoeira

e eu chorei em um carro estocado
eu capturei os ferro velhos
e eu acelerei através dos cânions
embora eu nunca tenha ido tão longe
dos mecânicos destruidores
eu cultuei esses homens
mas eles riram de mim, cara
eles me chamaram de filhinho da mamãe
meia-noite de segunda
duas da terça
bêbado de tequila
pensando em você, mãe
eu dirigi meu carro, mãe
destruir carros era minha arte
eu segurei uma foto sua, mãe
perto do meu coração
eu rodei de janelas fechadas
fazia noventa graus
a multidão estava gritando
estava gritando comigo
ela dizia que eu estava louco
verdadeiro motorista galinha
sem sentido
mas eu não podia os ouvir
não podia ver
para-choques quentes como anjos ardendo dentro de mim
eu acelerei no áspero vapor quente
eu rachei e rolei em seus pés
eu subi em chamas e rolei em um poço
onde você me pegou com um ferro de pneu
e me cobriu de merda
e eu poderia me levantar
mas a multidão gritou não
esse menino é mal
muito mal para viver na condicional
tão mal sua mão fatiou

bem eu vou terminar mais tarde


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juramento


jesus morreu pelos pecados de alguém
mas não os meus
derretendo em um pote de ladrões
coringa em cima da minha luva
duro coração de pedra
meus pecados meus próprios
eu talho na minha própria palma
doce negro x
adão não rogou nenhum feitiço em mim
Eu abraço eva
e assumo toda a responsabilidade
por cada carteira que eu roubei
má e escorregadia
cada canção do johnny ace em que eu badalei
muito antes da igreja
a tornar limpa e direita
então cristo
estou te dando adeus
estou demitindo você esta noite
eu posso faz minha própria luz brilhar
e a escuridão também é igualmente boa
você ficou amarrado ao meu irmão
mas comigo eu desenho uma linha
você morreu pelos pecados de alguém
mas não os meus.

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canção de trabalho


eu estava trabalhando muito
para mostrar ao mundo
o que eu poderia fazer
ó eu acho que
nunca sonhei
que eu teria
que girar o mundo
algumas fotografias
como eu amo rir
quando a multidão ri
enquanto o amor escorre pelo
teatro está cheio
mas ó bebê
quando a multidão vai para casa
e eu me viro
e eu percebo que estou só
eu não acredito, eu precisei
eu estava trabalhando duro
para mostrar ao mundo
o que eu poderia fazer
ó eu acho que
eu nunca sonhei
eu teria que
eu precisei
eu precisei
sacrificar
você


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joana d’arc


eu me sinto
eu me sinto uma merda
eu preciso de
eu preciso de uma bebida
e nem mesmo vinagre
eu não quero morrer
eu me sinto uma aberração
não me deixe romper
eu não estava rompida
para ir embora virgem
eu quero minha cereja
esmagada homem
martelo amour
me ame
vive comigo
hora da morte
que inferno
hora da morte
que estou fazendo aqui
como acabei aqui
hora da morte
e eu me sinto tão livre
sinto como se fudesse
sinto tão livre
sinto como se corresse
não tenho cabelos
me pesando
corte tão perto
escalpo é cortado
parece com   m e r d a
hora da escuridão
e eu pareço com   m e r d a
hora da morte e eu me sinto livre
hora da morte e eu me sinto livre
carcereiro carcereiro
brinque com minha  b u c e t a
lamba minha pequena
isca numa dose de cabeça
pegue pegue
pegue o
pegue o guarda para
implore o guarda para
precise do guarda para
me colocar
pegue todos os guardas para me colocar
se todos os guardas pudessem me colocar
se um guarda pudesse me colocar
se um guarda pudesse me colocar
se um deus pudesse me colocar
se um
deus


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um fogo de origem desconhecida


você está descontente
talvez eu devesse só parar de
ser você
um fogo de origem desconhecida
levou meu bebê embora
um fogo de origem desconhecida
levou meu bebê embora
varreu ela para cima e se foi
minha onda comprida
engoliu ela como o oceano
em um fogo grosso e cinza
a morte vem varrendo
pelo corredor
como o vestido das senhoras
a morte vem dirigindo
pela estrada
no seu melhor domingo
a morte vem dirigindo
a morte vem rastejando
a morte vem
eu não faço nada
a morte faz
deve haver algo
que persista
a morte me deixou doente e louca
porque esse fogo
levou meu bebê
para longe
ela me deixou tudo
ela me deixou todas as suas coisas

destinyapocalypse  asked:

for TMI Tuesday; all of your OC's and their favorite comfort foods

(art by the ever-talented @destinyapostasy​) 

AVIRA: Amaranthine Sweet Vegetable Tarts
Considering the lack of space within Alienage walls, city elves had to make the most of all they had, making rooftop gardens a common sight. Food was often scarce, so they prioritized produce that didn’t take up much space and could keep for long periods of time, which made root vegetables such as potatoes, carrots, onions and garlic a staple of city elven cuisine. Since sugar was often too expensive to buy, most elven food was sweetened with honey, instead. Given the ingredients were readily available, sweet vegetable tarts were a common treat. Eating them still takes Avira back to life in the city.

KATSURO: Silent Plains Lentil Stew with Hard Rolls & Sweet Crumble
The cuisine of the Silent Plains reflects both the availability of ingredients in its arid, unforgiving terrain and its war-like history. Scarcity of water and fresh green vegetables have all had their effect on the food. Meals that can last for several days and can be eaten without heating are preferred. Lentil stew was well-balanced, filling, and with the deep fried bread combined with the sugary topping of the crumble, somewhat indulgent. As a child, Katsuro had been known to eat the crumble straight out of the bowl.

MALEUS: Rialto Oyster Chowder
With its expansive coastline and the abundant fish in the Rialto Bay, seafood is both a fact of life and a dietary staple in Rivain. But given that Llomerryn is a bustling trading hub, culinary influences from across Thedas can be seen in the food there. Maleus’ personal favorite is a Fereldan x Rivaini hybrid: bringing together some of the heartier elements of a Southern chowder with the spice palette and the fresh-yet-briny seafood of the North. He eats it with Llomerryn Red, but then, he eats almost everything with Llomerryn Red.

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ladydracarysao3  asked:

TMI Tuesday, for all 3: 1. How do they move and carry themselves? Pace, rhythm, gestures, energy? and 4. What is their size and build? How does it influence how they use their body, if it does? -- thanks!

1. How do they move and carry themselves? Pace, rhythm, gestures, energy? 

Avira is nonstop. She carries herself with just enough poise to look calm on the surface, but upon closer examination, she is drumming her fingers along the side of her leg, or ever so slightly bouncing her heel as she sits. There is constant momentum between one activity and the next, and those in her presence tend to feel they ought to be doing something. She is also notoriously light-of-foot, known for inadvertently startling people by entering rooms unnoticed. 

Katsuro moves with such fluidity and physical composure that he almost appears to be moving more slowly than he actually is. His every gesture is collected and efficient, as though he’s considered exactly how much energy need be expended on any given action. This translates directly to his technique in combat. He simply spills his center of gravity in a given direction, mis-aligning fast charges and strikes with subtler, more considered movements.

Maleus generally has a very relaxed, ambling gait. Not being afraid to draw attention, he strides through a room with sure-footed confidence, chin high, smile broad. He is very physically expressive when he speaks, making sweeping gestures involving the entire arm. It is a far cry from his body language as a child: flinching at loud noises, trying to make himself small, hunched shoulders, staying close to the perimeter of whatever space he was in. 

4. What is their size and build? How does it influence how they use their body, if it does?

Avira, though of average height for an elven woman, is slight of frame by most standards. And though one can definitely see how much time she spends on horseback in her thighs and abs, she is almost always the smaller person in the fight. It’s why she trained as a rogue instead of a warrior.

Katsuro spends most of every day training, and it’s reflected in his physique. After all, part of preparedness is having the physical ability to perform the techniques he’s spent so much time studying. He spends a lot of time stretching at night to keep flexible despite the muscle he’s built.

Maleus has always been tall. He was self-conscious about it as a child, and had a tendency to slouch and shrug his shoulders down. Now, he actively tries to remind himself to stand up straighter and elongate his neck. Even though he is not keen on combat, the demands of sailing and riding give his lean frame tone. 

Thank you for the ask, dear!  (re: TMI Tuesday

saphyremelodies  asked:

For all three of the babes: at what point did you discover your sexuality, and if applicable, how soon after did you feel comfortable in sharing that information with others? Does everyone know or only close friends and/or family?

Avira: Truthfully, I don’t know what my deal is. I think men and women are both beautiful, but sex is…well, I don’t know. It’s complicated. I’ve done it, sure, and it can be pleasurable enough if done well, but under most circumstances, it sounds uninteresting, and in some, downright repulsive. Once in the two moons I will actively desire it, but the dynamics vary so much that I can’t even put a finger on why. Being emotionally close sometimes helps, but not always, and not every emotional bond carries desire. I once tried discussing it with the clan midwife. Concerned, she gave me a concoction of herbs to chew daily and bid me to make an offering to Sylaise every month. I think she meant well, but it made me feel like there was something wrong with me. Now, I think I’ve only hinted at it to those with whom I’m in a relationship.

(Note: Avira doesn’t necessarily have a good term for grey-asexuality yet, so this is her fumbling attempt to work through the confusion of it all.)

Katsuro: I suppose it was when I hit puberty. I knew I was attracted to men before I knew I was attracted to women, given the disproportionate number of them who came to train at the Fortress. I found my eyes occasionally lingering longer than they should on a man who was training. But after thinking myself gay for a number of years, I went out into the world and spent more time with people of other genders. As it turns out, I was capable of developing attraction to them, too. Although my experience of being attracted to men and women is very different, I enjoy both. I am sure my family knows, not that they care, so long as it is not a hindrance on my duties. As for everyone else, I do not make a point of publicizing my sexual orientation, but I am not necessarily hiding it, either.

Maleus: There isn’t really anything to tell, is there? I’m attracted to certain personalities and traits, and I don’t really think of that in terms of specific genders. Its been that way as long as I can remember, and it feels like the most natural thing in the world. Honestly, it’s quite normal in Rivain, so it was almost more of a surprise for me to learn that wasn’t the case elsewhere in Thedas. Regardless, there’s nothing to hide, so I’m fine telling whoever, especially in the South, since they might be feeling the same way but not feel as comfortable expressing it as I am.

(re: TMI Tuesday)

lechatrouge673  asked:

For TMI Tuesday: how do your OCs relax and unwind? What do they do for fun? :)

AVIRA
Avi is non-stop, and has a very hard time relaxing. She enjoys solitude, but even just quiet thoughts turn to rumination really quickly. A little drink sometimes helps take the edge off; a lot makes it worse. But a good long ride is physical enough to be a sure way to clear her head, as is practicing her archery or throwing weapons. She does best with activities that require some amount of mental focus. It makes practicing new skills is a good pastime for her: testing new types of potions or poisons, practicing reading by trying to memorize details of Orlesian/Ferelden politics, going down to the kitchens and trying to cook, learning chess, etc. 

KATSURO
Katsu, by contrast, loves being in his own mind. While that could take the form of a stimulating conversation with an intellectual, he is more than content just thinking through various ideas on his own. He enjoys reading, researching physics, weaponry, weapon techniques, and ancient battles. To relax, meditation, stretching, drinking tea- pretty much anything to recover from the grueling nature of his days.

MALEUS
Mal is the kind of person you can look to for a good time- regardless of how you define it. Whether it’s sailing, hosting parties, wine tasting, seeing a show, going dancing, horseback riding, or a game of wicked grace, he’s most relaxed when spending time with friends/significant others, and enjoys seeing others having fun.  For such a gentle and easygoing guy, he is surprisingly willing to take risks, so as long as it’s not at the expense of others, he’s totally game for whatever crazy ideas you throw at him.

(re: TMI Tuesday)

Imagine Your OTP

Tol: is that my shirt

Smol, wearing a shirt that goes down to their knees:… no

Smol Sylathi wearing Tol Maleus’ hoodie ;) Thank you @lavellanlove for sending me this lovely prompt today!

lypreila  asked:

Pets! What kind of pets do the bbys want? Rats? Dogs? Dragons? For all of them!

AVIRA
The idea of a “pet” is still a bit foreign to AviraIn the city, they were just another mouth to feed, and among her clan, companion animals tend to serve more practical functions. She rides an Akhal-Teke horse, Irosyl, on long journeys and trading expeditions. Back with the clan, she gained the loyalty of a halla, Shebrasa, who lives there with the halla’amelan and the herd, but eventually rejoins her at Skyhold. Her falcon, Shatheir, accompanied her in her travels to scout ahead or carry messages back to the clan, but he died at the Conclave. Considering the amount of devotion and time to took to train him, she was quite devastated by that. If she did get a pet, I could see it being another bird. Possibly a raven.

KATSURO
Katsuro has never had a pet, and had never really considered getting one, but seeing Mabari in action during the Fifth Blight made him wish he could acquire one and learn how to train it. Just don’t expect him to admit that he feels affectionate towards it. (He totally does.)

MALEUS
Maleus has two horses - Sahasin and Adhira - both of whom he absolutely adores. As for pets, he would probably like to have a cat: sweet, playful, and someone to snuggle with 24/7. He is very good with animals, so it wouldn’t be a surprise if one of the strays around Skyhold just chose him one day.

(re: TMI Tuesday)

Fandom: Dragon Age (post-Trespasser)
Characters: “Mkid” Abano (name tbd), Sylathi Lavellan, Maleus Abano (@lavellanlove)
198 words

It was that time. Mamae said so. And half the times she didn’t even have to tell him. He just *knew.* He pattered over to the door, curls bouncing, arms flailing. He tripped, knees and hands scraping on the rug. He felt soft hands on his sides. “No! I can!” He heard the soft chuckle behind him as he haphazardly pulled himself to stand.

He finished his race to the door as it opened. He bounced in place, giggling as Papae walked though. “Papae papae!” he chanted, reaching up, grasping the air until his wish was granted.

Giggling from his scratchy kisses, he left kisses on his cheek in turn, then wrapped his arms around his neck, nuzzling his face into his skin. He smelled like the sea and he felt warmth of the sun against his cheek.

He reflexively smiled when he heard his voice: soft, gentle, always warm. The days events bubbled out of him: half finished sentences and mashed up words, but not once did Papae ever looked away or frown. “Ar lath ma, papae,” he would always finish his stories with and his favorite part of each day was hearing him say it back.

andrastesfinest  asked:

Duuuuude your Maleus is such a cutie???? I didn't even had the time to read what u wrote bc I had to message u abt him asap haha. I'll be honest there is lack of really handsome male Trevelyans (yeh he's not one technically) and damn your is fine es hell! Where did u get that awesome curly hair and also wooot, what is this piercing mod :OOO Just know I love him too and I need him as an NPC. I bet he would make a glorious LI! <3

Ahhhhh ty so much!!! My son is both good and pure and deserves all the love. ❤ 

I’ve been putting off making both of my HM OCs for that very reason; the Trevelyan base heads put up quite the good fight! I’m glad my embarrassingly long time spent wrassling around in the CC paid off, at least. Sadly the earrings are just my wishful thinking (aka Photoshop), but I put links to all his mods at the bottom of his post, here.

As for Maleus as a LI, I wholeheartedly agree! But hmm…now you’ve got me wanting to come up with what his romance track would look like! :D

(re: Maleus Abano)

Por Tudo Que For

E depois,
A luz se apagou
E eu não consigo mais ficar sozinho aqui
Sem você é tão ruim, não tem sentido, prazer
Não há nada
Por favor,
Não me interpreta mal
Eu não queria nem devia te magoar
O vento vem, o tempo vai
Passa por mim meio assim, meio assim devagar
Vou dormir sentindo
O que a solidão pode fazer
Há um ser ferido, por saber que o erro era meu 
(só meu)
Já passou,
Agora já passou
Mas foi tão triste que eu não quero nem lembrar
Ver você, ter você
E querer mais de nós dois não tem nada demais
E pensar
Você aparecer
Pela janela tão bonita de manhã
Vem pra mim e não vai mais
Me abraça, me abraça, me abraça
Por tudo que for…

kittenskawaii  asked:

This may be an odd question but; is there such thing as 'Christian Wicca' I'm Christian and such brought up that way by family and blah blah - but I don't exactly believe everything I hear that way - I have done some research on Wicca and Paganism and some aspects of it; I was just curious if there was a way to follow a path without fully giving up a christian like belief system? Any help would be greatly appreciated.

Hey there, this is actually a question I’ve been asked several times and while some people disagree with me I have to firmly say “no.” I am sorry for the essay long post I am about to embark upon. But I’ve thought really long and hard about why I think that these two religions are mutually exclusive from one another. Also, I took way too many comparative religion classes.

Why?

Because being Wiccan means you believe in the God and the Goddess. You see them as equals and opposites. They are the opposing energies that make up the world and the life in it.

As a Wiccan you believe in the Three Fold Law and the Wiccan Rede. These are integral to the practice of the faith.

There are several problems with trying to reconcile practicing these two faiths at the same time.

1) People have made the argument that Wiccans see all gods and goddesses who have been worshiped throughout time as aspects of the God and Goddess, so why not use them in the Wiccan faith, why not just replace the Goddess with the Virgin Mary and the God with the Christian God? And at first I was like, “Yeah why not?”

Then I thought about it, and the more I thought about it the less it clicked.

Why? Because the God and Goddess are supposed to be equals. And the Virgin Mary and God are not depicted that way. In truth on multiple occasions throughout the Bible and throughout the history of its use women have been vilified and belittled.

There is an instance in the Bible where a woman who was raped was given to her rapist as a wife. (Judges, Chapter 19 verses 24-25)

A woman was called a possession, That she should be subjugated with silence. And that a woman could never have any authority over a man (Timothy, Chapter 2, verses 11-14)

A wife belonged completely too the man who married her and she couldn’t say no to anything he said…no matter what. (Ephesians, Chapter 5, verses 22-24)

And don’t even get me started on Ecclesiastics…dude had some serious issues. That whole section is riddled with hate against women.

Why does this matter? Why can’t you just say that you believe in god but you think women are neat? Can’t you just ignore the bible?

No, you can’t. No more than a Wiccan can ignore the Rede.

Also, Because the female energy is so vigorously ignored or hated in the Christian religion. If you are Wiccan you believe that female energy creates. It is worshiped and admired. Every person has the energy of the Goddess alive within them…you cannot belittle this energy and the vessel of its creation.

And no…it’s not in the past. Just look around and you’ll know that to be true.

2)  Thou shalt have no other Gods before me. This is a Christian commandment. It’s very straightforward and strict. It does not leave a lot of leeway room here, now does it? As a Wiccan there are holidays and moments when the Goddess is above and revered more than the God.

I always found it funny that the Bible didn’t say that there weren’t other gods…only that you can’t worship them. Neat.

3) If you don’t agree with 99.9% of a faith then you probably shouldn’t be practicing it. Take that in. I know that sounds really rude and strict but note I’m not telling you what you should practice. I’m telling you that I know, for a fact, that a lot of people cling to a faith because it is a way of connecting with your family and friends. The moment you tell people of strict religions that you aren’t one of them you can become very outcast.

Trust me. I know.

But I am telling you to be brave. I am telling you that it’s okay to step away from something that you don’t believe in. You don’t have to make any decisions about your faith or your beliefs right away. It’s okay.

Christianity has something a lot of other faiths don’t have. it has the divine fear factor. Christianity states that if you don’t believe in God and follow his way you will end up burning for eternity. That’s actually a really great religious sales pitch. “Hey, we got this faith over here, all you gotta do is accept Jesus, go to church and you will spend eternity in Heaven. And if you don’t, you gotta go to this place of pain, death, and torture.”

Wow. That’s rude. And terrifying. So there is a LOT of fear about leaving the Christian church.

4) Okay, now my final concern here is that you are using the term Wiccan and Witchcraft interchangeably. Wicca is a belief system. Witchcraft is a skill and talent. You can be a Christian Witch…but your own faith kinda frowns on that, don’t believe me? Look up Maleus Maleficarum.

I’m sorry for making this sort of a rant. But I think this subject matters.

Chrysalis