Magnus canonically owns an axe that can cut through an entire tree in one swing and is multiclassing as a rogue but he never mentions those as his strong points, its always “rustic charm” this or “animal handling proficiency” that like the man puts more weight on his knowledge about vehicles or building a chair than he does on the fact he tied himself to a moving train and saved several thousand people

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Aries: Seijuro Akashi

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Taurus: Syaoran Li

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Gemini: Mei Misaki

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Cancer: Kimihiro Watanuki

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Leo: Toki Fujiwara

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Virgo: Yakumo Saitou

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Libra: Vincent Nightray

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Scorpio: Mukuro Rokudo

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Sagittarius: Soushi Miketsukami

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Capricorn: Spike Spiegel

(yes his eyes are not the same color)

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Aquarius: Hakuryuu Ren

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Pisces: Neko

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TW4 2015.8.20

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Psychic Hearts
Thurston Moore
Psychic Hearts

Thurston Moore - Psychic Hearts

Imagine this, but with harp and violin… It was beautiful. I can’t quite describe it… Despite being the same song it was just incredibly different. Really powerful.

you’re not the only one in town
but you’re the only one that’s got me down
psychic hearts go out to you
a psychic heart go round to you

my prayer to you
is that you do all the things you set out to do
and live your life the way you love
but will you remember one thing for me
I will always love you
I will always love you

TW4 2015.7.19

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Would You Trust Me? CiscoXReader (P.1)

Prompt: You accidentally hurt Cisco when your powers get out of control.

Warnings: Angst.

Pairings: Cisco/Reader

Word Count: 1,476

A/N: Okay so there will definitely be a PART 2. And this is my first Fanfic so I do apologize if there’s a fanfic curriculum i did not follow.


“Y/N! Could you run any slower? My invention can’t wait forever.” Your sweet and handsome boyfriend, Cisco, called you into his lab, for he had been working on a headband to help you control your powers.

Y/N, other wise known as Psychic Heart, are not only able to read and control people’s minds, but you also possess telekinesis. Your psychic powers could even outgrow Grodd’s, the only problem is, you can’t control them… Last time you practiced, you ended up accidentally breaking all the beakers in Caitlin’s lab. And the only time you had a fight with Cisco, you might’ve accidently cracked every mirror in the house.

“Okay! Okay, I’m here. What is it?” You grinned from the enthusiasm your boyfriend showed.

Before you, on display, in the middle of the room, was a metal headband, with ear buds connected to it and decorated with an led light or two. “This, is your ticket to the outside. The ticket to you controlling your powers.” He grinned proudly, “It has an Algorithm which contradicts the unstable wave lengths your brain is constantly producing. And it allows you to choose when, or when not, the appropriate time for that would be. Buuuut… you’re going to need to give it a test run. Make sure it works.”

You frowned, looking up at your boyfriend with uncertainty. “Cisco, I don’t know. I don’t want to accidentally hurt anyone if it doesn’t work.”

“Don’t worry I have it all planned out, you’ll be testing it outside in the field with no one but a can, and car beside you, and me about a mile away from you.” He explained his plans, holding your hands in a comforting manner. “Trust me Y/N, everything will be alright. Okay?”

You huffed, looking up into those cute puppy dog eyes of his, ones you couldn’t possibly resist, then nodded. “Fine, but only because I trust you.”

“Thank you.” He grinned, kissing your forehead sweetly before setting everything up to go.


About 3 hours later, with a little help of Barry, everything was set up in a field miles away from Central City. You had a headset in your ear, in order to communicate with the crew, which seemed to be at a safe distance away from you for when you unleashed your powers.

“Alright Y/N. Your headband is online and seems to be fully functional. Ready to do this babe?” Cisco’s voice rang through your ear as you took a deep breath.

“I guess so… What do you want me to do? Use the force on the can, or the car first?” You teased to your very nerdy boyfriend at the other end.

He laughed, “Well, is learning, young Jedi. So, with the can, you shall begin.”

“Oh my god. Could you guys be any more geeky?” Caitlin was audibly heard, through the earbuds on the headband.

“Yes, master Yoda.” You giggled at both of your antics, and Caitlin’s comment.

Alright, enough jokes, you have a can to move and some bizarre powers to control.

Taking a deep breath, you gave your full attention to the can, imagining it floating a few feet above the ground. Before you knew it, the headband beeped, and the can was 6 feet in the air and slowly back on the floor at your command.

You couldn’t believe it, the headband worked! “I did it!!! It worked! All to my will, without losing control!” You exclaimed proudly through the earpiece.

“Hell yeah!! Genius me succeeds once again.” Cisco bragged, “Now try the car. We need to make sure it will work with objects of higher mass too.”

“Yes sir.” You grinned, now quite optimistic, walking closer to the car. You concentrated on it, the headband beeped once more and the car rose above the floor a few inches, before your head began to hurt and it was becoming difficult to hold the car steady.

“Cisco… I think something is wrong, I’m gonna need to sto—” You were then cut off by a volt bolt of electricity coming from the head band and zapping your head. Suddenly, your thoughts went blank, and your overwhelming powers had taken control of your body.

“Y/N? What happened! Should I sent Barry to get you?” Cisco called worried through the ear piece, but it went unheard by you…

The one thing in your mind was fear, uncontrollable power, and a feeling of being lost in oblivion. It was a horrible feeling to say the least, much so, that mentally you searched for someone to comfort it… Or to be specific. Cisco.

Oh but that fear wasn’t visible in the physical world outside of your head, for the car had rose a great distance from the ground, and was thrown to the direction of your friends who had lost contact with you.

“WATCH OUT!” Barry ran to his Cisco and Caitlin, moving them out of the way before the car crashed on the spot they had been previously standing on.

“Holy shit!” Cisco breathed out in fear, “Y/N is loosing control… The headband didn’t work. I need  talk to her and calm her down.”

Before he knew it, you were levitating in the air, right in front of the three. Your eyes as bright as crystals and face filled with nothing more than fear. “Cisco?!!!!” You screamed, unknowingly levitating Cisco and throwing him against the now crashed car, causing him to lose consciousness. But all of this was beyond your knowledge, for you were trapped in your own head. “Cisco! Please I’m scared… Talk  me.”

Caitlin and Barry looked at each other, knowing exactly what they had to do… something they knew Cisco would’ve never allowed.

In a Flash, you had lost all consciousness, including in your mind, as if you were drugged or kicked so hard you fainted.

Unknowingly to both you and your boyfriend, you had hurt Cisco, and was thrown into the Pipeline with the other dangerous metahumans.


The next day, Cisco had woken up in S.T.A.R Labs, frantic to say the least, on the hospital bed where Cait and Barry sat beside him. “W-what the hell. What happened?” He groaned, trying to sit up, until he felt a sting in his right leg and hissed. Looking down at his leg, he realized he was in a cast.

“Cisco… relax. You just got a little hurt after our tests. “ Cait said softly, “Y/N’s headband malfunctioned.”

The boy’s eyes widened in fear, suddenly more frantic to try and get out of the bed. “What happened to Y/N! Is she okay?!”

Barry nodded, “Y/N Is fine… her headband had snapped the neuron connections in her brain, the ones which connected her mind to her powers, causing her to lose all physical control over herself and give in to full power, out of fear.She couldn’t  control it… “ He took a deep breath before saying anything else. “So we put her in the Pipeline.”

“The Pipeline?! Barry, she doesn’t belong there! Y/N is not a villain.” he snapped, “You need to get her out of there.”

Barry shook his head, “We’re not doing that… She’s much too dangerous.”

“He’s right, Cisco.” Caitlin added, “Y/N hurt you. And it might not have been intentional, but whatever your invention did, it made her powers completely uncontrollable to her. While she had passed out I did brain scans, and her mental and physical capabilities are completely detached from her powers.”

Cisco took a deep breath, taking it all in. He had done this to you… He had been the one to make your worse fears control. He allowed your powers to control you, and he was the one who forced you into a prison other than your home.

“How long until i can get out of this bed and see her?” Cisco finally spoke.

“Two or three days I’d say.” Caitlin specified, “I could get your tablet and speaker set here so you can still talk Barry through missions.”

He nodded lying back down on his bed, but he didn’t care about speaking to Barry through missions, his head was filled with thoughts of you. How scared were you? How disappointed had he you? And most importantly, would you be able to forgive him? Would you trust him?



Unknowingly to Cisco, but certainly not Barry and Caitlin, you were bangin on your cell door from inside the pipeline. Screaming, yelling for anyone to talk to you, fearful on the harm you could’ve possibly caused to get you stuck in here. Only the worst scenarios came to mind…

Terror, death, casualties, destruction, and Cisco, watching or worse, experiencing it. He would never trust you again.

“HELP ME PLEASE!!” You sobbed on your cell floor, knuckles bruised from punching on the door to much. “What did I do…?!” You whimpered, continuing your yells for answers for many more hours….

__________ A/N: Hope you liked it, sorry to leave with so much angst but part 2 and more happy will come soon!

Psychic: *reads my mind*


Psychic: “what the fuck”

TW4 2015.7.19

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Day 332 - Lugia | ルギア

Lugia has control over the ocean waves. Using its mental prowess, gigantic tidal waves and whirlpools are manipulated with ease. Truly worthy of being the guardian of the seas.

(P.S. New Pokémon drawings every single week.)

(249 / 721)


Day 18 - I understand this card because of this deck 

Nothing really came to mind on this one. But I did think about the Psychic Tarot for the Heart. Even if it’s not really a tarot deck. It has only 9 cards in each suit instead of 10 and 7 additional chakra cards, but aside from that it is built on classic tarot structure. It gave/gives me new insights on pretty much every card, so it’s more about the way it has expanded or deepened my knowledge/understanding in a way that is healing and really satisfying for me pesonally. Also now that I look at the 2 of wands up there, I think it gave me particular clarity on the 2 and 3 of wands which I had troubles with. 

tenebris occultis;

member- jimin

genre- au, i think it’s pretty fluffy? idk

listen to- this

summary- a beautiful boy with a dark secret is the key to your pure heart. psychic!jimin

a/n- idk what i wrote but i like it. i hope this is okay anon. also, think 1700s, with a bit of essence from the Salem Witch Trials (not based on though). i also referenced this for help. (tenebris occultis is latin for dark secret)

Jimin was the most handsome man you knew. With his dark brown locks that were almost always messy upon his head and his lean and strong physique made him a sight for sore eyes. He carried himself with a sense of regality, even though he wasn’t self-absorbed in the slightest. He simply had purpose. 

You had fallen for Jimin the moment he arrived in your village. All it took was one of his beautiful smiles and a tip of his hat to draw you in forever. Luckily for you, Jimin was equally as entrapped as you were. He always tells you that the glittering sparkle in your eyes the day he saw you was what caught and kept him. You usually scoff at this, believing that your dull irises were nothing special. 

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The nutritionist said I should eat root vegetables
Said if I could get down 13 turnips a day
I would be grounded,
Said my head would not keep flying away to where the darkness is.

The psychic told me my heart carries too much weight
Said for 20 dollars she’d tell me what to do
I handed her the twenty,
she said “stop worrying darling, you will find a good man soon.”

The first psychotherapist said I should spend 3 hours a day sitting in a dark closet with my eyes closed, with my ears plugged
I tried once but couldn’t stop thinking about how gay it was to be sitting in the closet

The yogi told me to stretch everything but truth,
said focus on the outbreaths,
everyone finds happiness when they can care more about what they can give than what they get

The pharmacist said klonopin, lamictil, lithium, Xanax
The doctor said an antipsychotic might help me forget what the trauma said
The trauma said don’t write this poem
Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones

My bones said “Tyler Clementi dove into the Hudson River convinced he was entirely alone.”
My bones said “write the poem.”

The lamplight.
Considering the river bed.
To the chandelier of your fate hanging by a thread.
To everyday you could not get out of bed.
To the bulls eye on your wrist
To anyone who has ever wanted to die.
I have been told, sometimes, the most healing thing to do-
Is remind ourselves over and over and over
Other people feel this too

The tomorrow that has come and gone
And it has not gotten better
When you are half finished writing that letter to your mother that says “I swear to God I tried”
But when I thought I hit bottom, it started hitting back
There is no bruise like the bruise of loneliness kicks into your spine

So let me tell you I know there are days it looks like the whole world is dancing in the streets when you break down like the doors of the looted buildings
You are not alone and wondering who will be convicted of the crime of insisting you keep loading your grief into the chamber of your shame
You are not weak just because your heart feels so heavy

I have never met a heavy heart that wasn’t a phone booth with a red cape inside
Some people will never understand the kind of superpower it takes for some people to just walk outside
Some days I know my smile looks like the gutter of a falling house
But my hands are always holding tight to the ripchord of believing
A life can be rich like the soil
Can make food of decay
Can turn wound into highway
Pick me up in a truck with that bumper sticker that says
“it is no measure of good health to be well adjusted to a sick society”

I have never trusted anyone with the pulled back bow of my spine the way I trusted ones who come undone at the throat
Screaming for their pulses to find the fight to pound
Four nights before Tyler Clementi jumped from the George Washington bridge I was sitting in a hotel room in my own town
Calculating exactly what I had to swallow to keep a bottle of sleeping pills down

What I know about living is the pain is never just ours
Every time I hurt I know the wound is an echo
So I keep a listening to the moment the grief becomes a window
When I can see what I couldn’t see before,
through the glass of my most battered dream, I watched a dandelion lose its mind in the wind
and when it did, it scattered a thousand seeds.

So the next time I tell you how easily I come out of my skin, don’t try to put me back in
just say here we are together at the window aching for it to all get better
but knowing as bad as it hurts our hearts may have only just skinned their knees knowing there is a chance the worst day might still be coming
let me say right now for the record, I’m still gonna be here
asking this world to dance, even if it keeps stepping on my holy feet

you- you stay here with me, okay?
You stay here with me.
Raising your bite against the bitter dark
Your bright longing
Your brilliant fists of loss

if the only thing we have to gain in staying is each other,

my god that’s plenty

my god that’s enough
my god that is so so much for the light to give
each of us at each other’s backs whispering over and over and over

—  Andrea Gibson, The Nutritionist