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if any of y’all want to contact me, dis///cord is under the cut, which is linked to my twitch/battle.net/etc. i don’t want to completely abandon this blog, but i’m putting my writing on the back burner right now to focus on irl stuff this summer/fall as i head off to college. thanks for understanding <3
beanut_butter#3960 - disc//ord
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anyways i. guess i disappeared for a couple weeks there. i honestly don’t know. time’s weird. anyways, it was because of overwatch. blame overwatch. and im me for my battletag (PC NA) if you wanna carry an awful support main *finger guns*
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empathicstars:
Eyes open, curiosity breaking her outside of the throb behind her eyes. “What are you doing?”
“Helping, hopefully. If I’m not, you can tell me to stop.” Calm wells up inside her, through her, trickling into Aella.
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witchy children aesthetic
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#oh??? my god???#salem ⛥ going back from whence we came#joy ⛥ spirit lead me to walk upon the waters#prudence ⛥ i hold with those who favor fire
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make me choose: ice or fire
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winged sentence starters
“Can you stop shedding feathers in the shower? Or at least clean them up afterwards?”
“Sorry about my cat. she/he really, really likes feathery things.”
“Hold on, your feathers are looking a bit disheveled. Want me to straighten them out for you?”
“Can you actually… use those things?”
“Oh my god. You have wings.”
“How is this even possible?”
“Hey, what’s up with your back? You look like a professional olympic swimmer on steroids.”
“You flew for six hours? Come here, you’re getting a back rub.”
“Did someone try and pluck a feather again? Are they dead?”
“What on earth happened to you? Have your wings been trimmed? Wh- are you ok?!”
“…Where are your wings? What happened to you?”
“So, like… do you just cut holes in your clothes and stuff?”
“Underwear must be confusing.”
“Look. I know you want to cuddle, but ten seconds after you fall asleep you roll away and I get a mouthful of feathers. Clean your primaries or stay still!”
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Starters | Heroes & Villains
|HERO|
“You’re not getting away this time!”
“Your tools are impressive, but they can’t beat natural born power.”
“Don’t you ever grow weary of the same routine?”
“You’re a monster.”
“I must say, of all the people I put behind bars, you’ve got to be the worst.”
“I don’t want to play your sick mind games, I’m not one of your victims!”
“You can’t control me like you can your little puppets, can you?”
“Ugh, I feel bad for whoever has to sort all this mess out.”
“I’m just…tired. I’m tired of everyone’s lives lying on my shoulders.”
“Why can’t these people just learn to take care of themselves?”
“I enjoy my work, I’m a savior! I wouldn’t trade that for anything!”
|VILLAIN|
“What’s the matter, are you afraid of me? Good.”
“I have to say, you are giving me quite a bit of trouble.”
“You’re about to piss me off, brat.”
“Come on, you can get out of that, can’t you? At least try.”
“Go on, at least put on a show if you’re going to challenge me.”
“The last guy didn’t end up so well, if you’ve heard. I admire your bravery.”
“As much as I appreciate tenacity, I don’t appreciate annoying flies interrupting my plans.”
“Now that I’ve got you, what should I do first?”
“Relax, kiddo. Not everyone’s out here for mass murder or world domination. Maybe I just wanted to take this car for a joy ride.”
“Why do you always have to ruin my fun?”
“Why did I turn bad? Why do heroes ask such inane questions?”
“You don’t need to understand me, I don’t WANT you to understand me!”
“Not everyone can be pulled into the light, hero.”
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empathicstars:
A long pause. She appears to be in great pain. “… I am fine.”
She waits. Waits more. Then reaches down and pulls soothing power through the earth. “Mmm.”
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nature is beautiful: Hyacinthoides non-scripta
a bulbous perennial plant, found in Atlantic areas from north-western Spain to the British Isles, and also frequently used as a garden plant. It is known in English as the common bluebell or simply bluebell.
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Rune Ring by Sholosh
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counselorbennet:
“I’ve been high. This is different.” Rou turned to the stranger, blinking rapidly several times, a bit startled at her presence. “Oh. Hi.” she hadn’t realized someone else was there and it was a shock.
“I, uh, didn’t mean to interrupt or trespass but, uh, did both of those things. Sorry.”
“Pshaw. No one with ill intent passes through the garden.” Aoife’s gaze was sharp, even in a face lined with age, and black hair streaked with grey was tied severely back into a bun.
“Come in, child.”
Salem gave her a helpless shrug and, dusting off his hands, headed towards the door, picking his way through the garden’s rows. “It’s best to just listen to her. She’ll snip until we do.”
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counselorbennet:
“I mean, I’ve never tried it before but I can feel it. Now that I’ve tried it’s… it’s a weird feeling you know? Feeling so connected.”
“Is it always like this?” she asked, letting out a low breath.
“Yeah, pretty much.” He relaxed, clapping his hand down on her shoulder and giving her a half-smile. “You get used to it. We do have some tinctures that can help if you’re overwhelmed, but it should just feel like a gentle high.”
The door to the cabin creaked open, and a sharp voice cut through the air. “Salem Devlinn! Do you have no manners? Invite this nice girl inside. The garden’s no place to entertain, boy.”
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counselorbennet:
“We’ve just always been the way we are. We didn’t know what it was but we just sort of accepted it.” she let out a breath and sighed. “It’s a relief knowing that it’s… well, it’s magic.”
Rou chewed her lip for a moment before closing her eyes and focusing on that connection to everything, a deep knowing inside her. She opened her eyes, a low gasp escaping her. “Dude.”
“I’m glad I could help bring some clarity.”
Tilting his head in confusion, he reached out to touch her, his hand hovering over her shoulder with concern. “What? What is it?” His own connection to the earth was deep. He could tell when someone was fussing around with their own connections. It made it hard when anyone else was performing powerful magic in the house- he often found himself unconsciously channeling as well, but with no outlet, simply exhausting himself. “Is something happening?”
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