protect!

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Okay hear me out, BH shapeshifting himself a really big set of feathery black wings, perfect for dat #aesthetic and intimidation

(And also for holding a scared n crying Flug before ripping the person responsible for hurting the soft boi into mince meat :3c )

Cloak of the Sun

A simple spell of protection and confidence

Originally posted by theworldisworthagif

You’ll need a sunny day and very basic visualization skills. (I myself am terrible at visualization, but this spell uses external sensations to support you. It’s visualization easy mode.) Optionally, a pin or a pendant, especially one that hangs at about collarbone level, can be used as a “cloak clasp”.

  • Stand in direct sunlight, facing away from the Sun.
  • Close your eyes and feel the warmth on your back. Focus on its power. This is the source of all life on Earth. With it you can do anything.
  • Visualize this power as a covering garment. Mine tends to be glittering gold; yours might be red fire, or white light, or a shimmer in all the colors of a sunset. Make it your own.
  • Draw the cloak over your shoulders to meet in front, and over your head like a hood. Be enveloped in its power. Burn away anything that might do you harm.
  • If you’re using a “clasp”, put it on now. Imagine pinning the cloak to it, to keep it in place. This provides a tangible reminder of the cloak’s presence, and I find it helps to maintain it and to remake it next time.

It’s amazing how much better I feel after a day with my cloak on!

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This is too funny, he’s always accused of smoking but in the end his ‘cigarettes’ turned out to be something sweet 😂, OMG please help me protect this sweet child!!!! His only drug are candies 😂😂😂

i’m still not over the locket and i never will be

toby could have picked a million things to represent the game for the collector’s edition. the delta rune, flowey’s face, the red heart that’s the game’s icon, even something relating to a well-known character like sans or papyrus

instead, as the symbol of the game, as what he considers representing the game’s themes and message and imagery, is the locket representing the relationship between asriel and chara. the two most important characters in the game

everyone knows how important asriel is in this game. but if that doesn’t say everything about the importance that chara has too, about how deep their relationship with asriel was, about how chara is not evil or insincere but a tragic figure who loved their adopted family and their best friend and was loved by them equally back, about who it is that ultimately saves asriel in the end and saves the monsters with it? what does?

and then, for good measure, toby makes the locket a music box that plays memory. just to remind you that one of the game’s most important leitmotifs is not about asriel himself, but specifically about this locket. specifically, it’s about asriel and chara, and the importance asriel’s memory of chara has to the whole story of undertale

anonymous asked:

Ok but imagine George and possibly captain underpants meeting billy for the first time and just being like overprotective dads e.g "what is your intention with our harold" "what plans do you have for the future" "u hurt him, I kill u :)"

Honestly I feel like Captain would be super happy to meet Billy while George would be a bit ‘’over protective’’

just a bit

When I am four,
for the first time in the school bathroom
I grew up too fast.
I learned about what a human body can do,
what we’re capable of.
And I think and I wonder how she knew,
HOW DID SHE KNOW?
Children mimic what they see,
and as they see they do.
SHE SHOULDN’T HAVE KNOWN.
And I’ve grown to think that this is what children do.
She’s just a child, we’re just children
playing with blocks and getting paint on our smocks,
eating cookies
not stealing them carelessly and scarring young children.
Not having their cake
and eating it too
when it was never meant for you.

I’m six years old
and I’m in my grandmother’s house
and this is where I learned hell for the first time.
l close my eyes and grit my teeth,
but I keep quiet and don’t tell anybody
because I think that’s what good little girls do.
IF BLOOD IS THICKER THAN WATER, THAN WHY DID YOU USE ME FOR YEARS AND TOSS ME AWAY CARELESSLY?
Why didn’t it scar you
and how can you look me in the face?
STOP FUCKING LOOKING AT ME THAT WAY.
HOW DARE YOU ASK ME IF I HAVE ANOTHER GUY IN MY LIFE,
as though you didn’t gut me like a fish and spit me back out.
You give me panic attacks and crying spells,
and I’m your little stupid bitch that never tells,
because I’m terrified if anyone sees
that they will see just how UGLY
you made me.

AND THIS YEAR I finally admit it out loud.
The social worker asks me why I didn’t confront you about it,
as though it’s as simple as asking someone the time,
as though it’s as simple to look the devil in the eye
and ask why they ripped your nonexistent innocence away.
AND THIS YEAR I’m tripping in the streets, drunk and crying about what you did to me.
And my best friend is holding me up,
telling me it’s okay
and that I didn’t ask for it,
I asked for it, didn’t I?
Sharing my fears,
I’M SCARED I’M ONLY GOOD FOR ONE THING,
google search: how to be untaught that you’re only good for one thing.
AND THIS YEAR I wish I could say recovery had me under it’s wings,
that it didn’t hurt anymore,
but I still can’t look at myself in the mirror sometimes,
I still feel the ghost of your hands,
I still can’t love myself when you took that part of me with you.