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Headcanon on Castaspella that I couldn’t get out of my head. Been dabbling into the world of Empaths lately ahahahaha

(Headcanon in She Ra Season 1 Episode 7)

1. Right away when Shadow Weaver’s magic crosses the barrier, the protective barrier alerts Castaspella (because it’s yknow what protective magical barriers are supposed to do). 

2. She’s sot of an Empath so she is a walking evil detector or something. So when Glimmer brings Adora, Castaspella feels a negative energy hanging around her aura. Castaspella immediately knows that it’s something other than Adora. In another headcanon of mine, she might be a little suspicious of Adora, considering she doesn’t know who she is and there is a negative energy hanging around her. But in this one, Castaspella is quite intuitive with people, so she knows Adora has a good heart and that something else is going on.

3. Castaspella has a motherly nature and just as she joyously greets Adora, she kisses her on the forehead to transfer a bit of her protective aura as a shield from Shadow Weaver’s magic. Shadow Weaver, alarmed and surprised at being caught by Castaspella (I heacanoned that she used to underestimate her back when Shadow Weaver was still in Mysticore so..)

4. Do you know when you and your enemy throw passive aggressive expressions across the room while playing mind games (and no one is like physically hurt or something)? Castaspella and Shadow Weaver do the same thing but with magic? I like to headcanon that Castaspella set a trap for Shadow Weaver to come the moment she sensed her energy. Castaspella can transmute Shadow Weaver’s energy into her own in an instant... or maybe not in an instant because it takes a lot of work to transmute energies but maybe Castaspella has the mental and emotional capacity to take on Shadow Weaver’s magic. She’s focused on defensive spells but I’d like to think that she can absorb, and then transmute, and then release that energy

But yea something like that.

#castaspella #spop netflix #spop #shadow weaver

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Fanfic request! I after reading your other fanfics and I loved them! I was hope if you could the prompt “I think you need a doctor” for damirae. I love your writing keep up the great work

It's donneeeeee it's done it's done it's doneeee omgomgomgomg T_T thank you so much for this request... I tried my best with this oneeee.. Did some worldbuilding and stuff... Have at it with MedStudent!Raven AU!

This is the last request I'm taking. :)

Gonna put this on AO3 too <3 Link is upppp <3

DAMIRAE PROMPT REQUEST 13 "You need a doctor."

It's an early Sunday morning in StarFire's Cafe, with a hint of a sunlit glow that drizzles over the city's horizon and a light traffic that accentuates the silent and vibrant scenery. At this point, many citizens are still in their beds with a peaceful day waiting for them….

...and then there's Raven who's shoving 300+ pages of lecture transcripts into her brain for an 80 point evaluation exam on Respiratory diseases.

Her mobile phone beside the pile of sheets lights up, catching her attention. She releases her pen and taps on the screen to check the message. Raven holds back a groan only for a heavy sigh to come out.

It's not unusual for a client to seek her consult on another case involving dark magic right when she has a pile of tasks stacked up for the week.

She highlights some lines and scratches some notes with increasing fervor until the end of the page. The door bell chimes, and she finds a familiar green face waving at her. Raven pauses to raise an eyebrow in recognition, taking a sip of a still chilly Matcha frappe, before she resumes scribbling her last few sentences. Her morning companion, Garfield, busies himself behind the counter, only visiting her table to place a plate of bacon egg sandwich.

"Thanks Gar." She says as she stops her scribbling to take a bite. He shoots her a grin. For someone who just finished a 3-month mission, Garfield manages to appear like he never once had a bruise in his life. His dark eyebags say otherwise.

Raven knows the Night Shift has ended when he's around. Cyborg and Starfire are usually the ones who take care of their night customers. Demons, sorcerers, and other supernatural heroes (and antiheroes) from this realm and other realms frequent this café for business dealings rather than pleasure. She may have seen Zatanna with Doctor Fate and Batman once when she and the other Titans met for another recon mission, but that's a rarity. Night Shift has a magic protocol she herself created (protection spells, invisibility spells, offensive spells, and the like) in order to produce a neutral environment for the purpose of any legal (and allegedly illegal) dealings.

Day Shifts, starting now as the first few customers enter the shop, are for humans.

"Did you check your phone?" Garfield asks while he returns to the table behind the counter, preparing for the day.

"Already did." She replies right before her cellphone receives another message.

"Check again!" He says, chuckling at her gruntled dismay.

Raven touches the phone screen, checking that the message she received was from Damian Wayne, asking (more like demanding) “her assistance over certain perilous matters of the darkest magics.” She ignores the thrill (and a boost to her ego) at the sight of Damian Wayne (who seems to have an annoying glaring problem with her) seeking for her consult. He has a lot of connections (from both villains and heroes) and could have gone for anyone else like Zatanna or Zach through Batman. The Zatara cousins are notoriously famous in all magic communities. Any realms she travels or leisures into and she hears stories of them and not any of them are the same.

Still, as flattered as she is at his gesture no matter how it was only for business and not pleasure, she ignores his message. Her exam isn’t going anywhere soon and Raven does not want to delve into her own complicated feelings with her own soulmate as of the moment. Her emotions, like energy work, take time and effort to untangle themselves. Her heritage and her practice amplify them and while she has more grip with her own empathic abilities, mishaps are unavoidable.

And she doesn’t want to deal with them right now. She’s taken precautions to protect her energy and keep a balanced energy field around her and fortunately for her, humans rarely venture to this coffee shop on Sunday mornings so few customers are around as of the moment.

Unfortunately, today has other plans for her when she catches Damian’s energy at cafe’s alleyway.

Immediately, Raven hovers her hands as subtle as she can over the table and closes her eyes. She targets the surge of energy, and determines that he is alive but feels the dark energy lingering in his wounds. She takes a deep breath and exhales, visualizing an invisible barrier to keep non-Titans and villains away.

"Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos." Once the spell activates, she quickly shoves her stuff into her back and shoots up from her seat, leaving the unfinished beverage she ordered. It's not unusual for students to come and go so she slips past the now crowded line without notice. By the time she exits out of the cafe, her glamour spell has already been on and she's now in her hero uniform.

Raven makes a turn for the alleyway. She doesn't even have to look elsewhere to find his body, not in this cramped space and the ghastly smell of the garbage containers. On instinct, she casts an air freshener spell, flooding the alleyway with a mild floral scent.

Raven pauses as she catches the sight of his body. He's lying supine among the black trash bags, dark magic oozing from his extremities and at the right hypogastric area of his abdomen. It appeared as if someone just dumped him there.

Or... no. It wasn't that someone dropped him from a high area but more so that someone shot him with dark magic and Robin, being Robin, evaded the perpetrator as best as he could and dumped himself into the nearest area that's securely warded by her magic.

"Hello there, fellow citizen." Raven greets him with the usual flat look but she's aware that he sees the amused gleam shining through her lavender eyes.

"Hello." He says through ragged breaths but she hears, "Where the fuck have you been?" from the tone of his voice.

"That looks broken. You need a doctor." She says and it earns a grunt from the boy wonder himself. The silent judgment is already heavy with tension so she eases her energy field in, and focuses her attention on his wounds instead. She kneels by his side and hovers her hands over his body, palms and fingers glowing in deep lavender.

So far nothing damaging along his chest and upper abdominal area. She doesn’t sense any fractures along the trunk, extremities, and spinal area. Only open wounds are the ones brimming with dark magic. But wait-

Shit.

The dark magic is gradually eating through his flesh. So far the upper extremities and the abdomen have superficial damage but it can’t be said for the one on his right shank. Raven keeps her glowing hand hovered on the flesh.

They’re past dermis the now, she notes, but it’s only scratched the surface of the muscle tissue. She calculates that she still has enough time but at the unknowable rate of which the magic is eating at him, it would have been a lot more fatal by the next hour.

It’s now or never, she supposes. She isn’t familiar with the source of the magic but nevertheless, it can be transmuted.

The sorceress keeps her magic glow throughout his body and stands in front of him. She closes her eyes with her palms towards the sky and takes a deep breath, drawing out her mystic power from within, in preparation. She mutters a warding spell and a glowing purple bubble encapsulates the two, containing the unknown magic within.

Raven lifts her arms to the sky and her sigil appears right where they’re situated, glowing brighter than it usually does.

"By the power of Azarath, I seek your guidance. Grant me the strength and the courage to undo the sorcery done on this poor, wretched soul." She whispers. As if to answer her prayer, she feels the power within her brighten ten-fold, engulfing her and Damian in this majestic, blinding white light...

"Azarath. Metrion. Zinthos."

..until suddenly, there is nothing but the light.

...

Everything returns to its normal state of equilibrium. Raven completes the ritual and the ward and sigil all dissipate, leaving her with Robin absent of any dark magic. Still, she crouches down again and lifts her glowing white hands towards him, checking for his vitals.

So far, blood pressure, heart rate, and respiratory rate all have normal measurements. There is absence of any contusions, lacerations, abrasions, penetrating wounds, or any other type of wound. The ones done by the dark magic are fully healed and there are no lingering scars.

She, however, feels the fatigue. Whether it's coming from him or her, she can't tell at this point. That was a powerful spell and Raven is going to need all the mental and emotional strength for tomorrow's exam. She reminds herself to sign a leave of absence for a month because ward work is coming for her right after that exam and she needs to amp up her energy shields.

Raven watches his face in the soft incandescence of her lingering magic and.. as much as she feels endeared by him right now, she lets herself feel the annoyance at the emergency call on a Sunday morning.

By Azarath, do they need more sorcerers. This fuckery has to stop.

She is definitely changing numbers.

#damirae #Damian Wayne #Damian Al Ghul #Raven Roth #ellipsesarefun writes #writing practice

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A/N: this is completely unbeta and am just... having fun. just want some sambucky time. I may not finish the whole card, but I want to at least put out one... Just to have some fun, some good time, to let off some.. things out of my chest.

Anyways, this is for the Sambucky Halloween Bingo, hosted by the @sambuckylibrary

Prompt (#1): Witching Hour

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The clock strikes three in the morning when Sam wakes up. He finds himself sitting on a bed with unfamiliar cream white sheets and in a room bare of any essentials but a black notebook by the night stand. He surveys the room for anything else but even his own things are absent. There's something fluttering behind him and a weight on his back. Sam now realizes it's a dream when he sees his wings glitter in the dimly lit room.

"Why won't you leave me alone?" Sam rolls his eyes at the (annoyingly) hoarse voice laced with blatant displeasure. He turns to the right, where the Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes is glaring at him from the chair he's on. Sam crosses his arms and mirrors his expression.

"I would if I can control my dreams." He says. And if he actually can, he knows for sure that this would be the last place to think of dreaming. And that's that for them. The conversation shuts off into complete, utter, mutual, begrudging silence.

He isn't terrified of the Winter--no, Bucky--no, wait, Barnes. Of course not. He wouldn't be travelling around the world if it was the case. Having the same dream with him over and over and over again for no damn reason is the thing that's driving him nuts.

Sam came here in the middle of nowhere full of wilderness and office-less places for a vacation. A vacation. He did the best he could to put off this charming boring ass man with an annoyingly grumpy cute pouty face off of his mind. He turned off his work phone, ignored all of Steve's texts, completely sealed off all of Bu-Barnes' files in his work office, and even left all his Falcon gear in his apartment (not without bringing his Redwing and some guns and knives in the case something happens don't judge him).

And somehow, his first night in, he gets roped into another silent stare off with this man in his own dreams.

They're not bad (yet). The dreams. Sitting in a room in silence at the witching hour until the room shakes and he wakes is becoming a routine. He just wanted some time off for once.

And as if the universe heard his whining concerns, the ground rumbles beneath them and Sam is gradually closing his eyes once more.

From his periphery, Bucky stands and Sam hears, "See you soon, Sammy. Don't come and find me."

Sammy, huh. That's a new one.

#sambucky #onlysambucky #sambuckyhalloween2021 #ellipsesarefun writes #queue

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“You’re Not a Good Writer.”

I once received a DM comprised of just that sentence. Nothing else. No constructive criticism or any reason as to why this person clearly agreed with my own view of myself.

For someone who has never told anyone in their real life that they write anything, reading something like this from an anonymous user only solidified in my mind the fact that this person was right.

I’m not a good writer.

After an embarrassing amount of minutes passed, in which I thought about deleting every story I ever posted, I decided to delete the message instead. Unfortunately, that didn’t mean I could delete the feelings it caused or change the fact that I’m not a good writer.

Two weeks went by and I didn’t write anything, let alone post. Then I received a comment on a story I had posted three years prior, one I’d written after a death in our family. The comment read, “Thank you for sharing this heartfelt story. I really needed this. I just lost my mom and this really got me today.”

I stopped thinking about being a good writer after that. I thought instead, “what if I had deleted my stories and that one person three years later hadn’t read it that day?”

Here’s what I realized: no one is a good writer.

Good means to be approved of, but stories aren’t created from approval. They’re built from life experiences, feelings, and emotions Therefore, the impact of anyone’s story isn’t good or bad. It’s a million other things.

Heartfelt.

Sad.

Funny.

Inspiring.

Romantic.

So to all the story writers out there, hold your head up, write what is in your heart, and never doubt that there isn’t at least one person out there that needs to read your story.

So, no.

We’re not good writers, but why would we want to be?

#important #writing #i needed this #queue

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Experiencing burnout in an area you love doesn’t mean you are no longer passionate about that thing, or are any less good at it. It’s often an indication that there are other parts of your life that need your care. A garden looks most beautiful when every flower is watered, and you deserve to nourish yourself in the same way. You will flourish again.

#important #i really just wanna stop studying for awhile #and just think and write or crochet or just do stuff

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Save a fanfic writer, leave comments on old fics

There is this a peculiar set of reasons and biases when it comes to NOT commenting on AO3.

They are all false, but here they are:

Do not comment on old fics

Do not comment on each chapter of a multichapter

Do not comment if the author left the fandom

Do not comment if the author doesn’t respond to comments

It can be summoned up as DO NOT ACT LIKE YOU ENJOYED THE WORK AND YOU LIKE THE AUTHOR.

It comes from the idea, that if you leave a comment on my old work, or leave too many comments, I will think you are strange, clingy, and gross.

Readers are imagining it as commenting on an old Facebook photo — only your granny and creepy strangers do that.

That is not the case with AO3.

Writers put their works there for long-term storage, and we expect, wish, and hope that you will like our works and tell us about it.

This all very interesting, not, but why should I care?

This has awful consequences.  Fanfic authors feel constant pressure to create more and crippling fear of being forgotten, useless, and being literally kicked away from fandom.

I’m online friends with a few great fandom authors, who wrote storied with thousands of kudos, but ALL of them at some point expressed this fear. Very talented people told me, “I’m not sure if I should have ‘writer’ in my bio. I didn’t post anything new in the last half of a year.”

Some young or entitled readers might say, “Hm, well, they are right. They should create MORE to be relevant. Isn’t that a good thing to push authors to write more?”

For better or worse, life doesn’t work like that. We are talking about real people, who go to real schools, have real jobs, families, and all the other important things outside the fandom. Some of them might push to create more from that fear, but most would only get more frustrated and depressed about the whole fanfic writing.

So, please, if you like the work comment on it.

Even if it’s old, even if it’s a multichapter, even if the author doesn’t have time and energy to interact. Especially in all those cases.

Encourage your authors, and show them your support.

#writing #important

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I call upon the fan fic writing gods to bless you with the perseverance to finish one of your unfinished drafts. 

May your fingers dance along the letters upon your device with ease, may the devil of distraction stay far from you, and may your work not need much editing.

I pass this blessing upon every fan fic writer out there.

#i neeedddd

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I don't know if this is meaningful or stress-relieving for anyone, but it feels like the kind of thing that fandom writing communities don't talk about much. And I just want to put it out there:

It's okay if I love your writing and you don't love mine.

We all have different tastes and different writing styles. Mine might not work for you. That doesn't mean my writing is bad or your taste is suspect. It means we're different people with our own preferences and boundaries. You can be welcome here, regardless of how you feel about what I write. And if I gush about your writing, it's because I want to. Don't feel awkward about not returning the sentiment. I don't take that personally. And I never will.

#important #writing #sorry for the lack of posts lately #things aren't going well on my end

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We’re gonna just gloss over the purple healing ray and how it works aren’t we

#WHEEZES IN ALL FORMS OF SURGICAL PROCEDURES

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finished my spop rewatch and GOD what gets me is that you can HEAR the characters misunderstanding each other. i have never encountered another piece of media where i can see so clearly where each character is coming from in every conflict - they did such an excellent job conveying layers of perspective. not just between catra and adora, but any time that 2 or more characters are at odds.

i’m still freaking out about it so i wanted to do a little dissection of the scene in S5 where adora goes to check on catra on darla:

catra says drop me off on the nearest planet. catra means: i have inflicted myself on you enough, and i know you don’t want me here. adora hears: i don’t care that you had to go to great lengths and put yourselves in harm’s way to get me back.

adora says what, so horde prime can capture you again? adora means: if we rescued you and then immediately abandoned you, we wouldn’t be rescuing you at all. catra hears: you are weak without me and couldn’t protect yourself on your own.

catra says i can take care of myself. catra means: you don’t have to keep me around just because you saved me, you’ve done enough already. adora hears: i want nothing to do with you.

adora says i’m taking you home. adora means: i won’t break another promise i made to you. catra hears: i’m going to do what i want anyways, & my hero complex won’t be satisfied unless i bring you all the way back.

it’s ALL OF IT. adora sees what she is doing as checking on catra to make sure she’s ok; catra sees what adora is doing as cornering her when she is vulnerable and can’t escape. catra thinks adora sees her as a problem to be fixed; adora would rather focus on fixing things with catra than on the pain of the past.

like HOW did they manage to make this all so clear in under two minutes of dialogue!!! it is so painful to watch them misunderstand each other.

god i hope one day i can write conflict so well.

#THIS #You can just hear it from the way they say things... #meta #spop

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Soul eater art I did for blacktober on Twitter✨

#soul eater #awesome art #i miss soul eater...

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coffee shop or flower shop • alternate universe or fix-it • enemies to lovers or childhood friends • angst or fluff • love at first sight or pining • modern au or historical au • soulmates or unrequited • fake dating or secret dating • breakup and makeup or proposals and weddings • get together or established relationship • oblivious pining or domestic fluff • hurt/comfort or crack • meet the parent or meet cute•

Tagged by @xaphrin

Tagging @ravenfan1242 @iwouldservehim and anyone who wants to join innnnn

#i love all these tropes #but am a sucker for the ones I bolded #hehehe

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Fic Reccing this because I’m still not over their pining and it’s just so damn good

#fence comic #fic rec #nicholas cox #seiji katayama #nichoji #like damnit Seiji come back alreadyyyyyy #Nick found your photo btwwww #I love how the only thing that's keeping them apart on the bed is a pillow fort HAHAHA and the duck body pillow #and how Nick is just unapologetic on how he likes to hug the body pillow #the pining is real #am scared on how Seiji will act around Nick when he comes back #also damnit Nick Seiji has the hots for youuuuu #the pining is real guys #so damn adorable #so damn real

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Differences in the the tumblr fence fandom vs the Instagram fence fandom

(That I’ve noticed anyways)

Bobby and Eugene: here on tumblr I hardly see anyone talk about it give love to Bobby and Eugene which it like the complete opposite of Instagram where they are two of the most talked about characters and literally everyone loves them

Ship names: on insta we use

nichoji (seiji and Nicholas)

Bobte (Bobby and Dante)

Haiden (Harvard and Aiden)

But on tumblr I don’t see anyone on use ship names, nichoji has some posts but not at much as on Instagram

3. On tumblr you guys don’t have an kind of GC

That only 3 lol but I’ll probably add more later

#fence comic #i keep forgetting their ship names

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heyy ya’ll, just an update, someone sent me a damirae prompt request “You need a doctor.” imma work right on ittttt hehe <3 

this will be my last request imma take as I have other WIPs in the making as of the moment (including some damirae stuff) hope to see you guyss in other damirae events thooooo!!

#damirae #update #i find this hilarious since am a med student HAHAHA #and yknow this is like a reminder to start my ass on reviewing LMAO #but this is an interesting prompt cause i really wanted to think this prompt through and then by chance someone requested it??? like damn #it felt like divine timing hehe

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I’m still not over the fact that we were robbed of a Flashspell friendship on YJ. Like, come on: The whole magic vs science thing was great but it would have been even better if they had made Wally question his whole damn beliefs bcoz of, well, ZEE’s whole damn existence and the fact that she’s LITERALLY magic personified. Also, let’s be honest here: when you think abt it, their personnalities would have flown really well together. Both flirty, both smart af, both in love w Artemis. And his dorkiness mixed up w her sass? A wasted brOTP, dare I say

#I WOULD HAVE WANTED TO SEE THIS #also i want more moments where Zee flirts with Artemis #idk y but i wanna seeeeeee

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what is it with me using a lot of parentheses lately.

#it's getting out of hand #writing