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I had an extremely special experience recently.
Not long ago, I met a pagan from our local area—which is decently rare with how rural and evangelical this region is—and ended up making plans with my husband to visit the commune she lives on further into the woods from us.
The commune itself was pretty amazing and unusual, and it's hard for me to do it justice without writing up a whole story about it, but suffice it to say that it's a very powerful and fascinating place. One especially striking aspect of this commune is the fact that there is a singular pioneer grave from 1901 hidden in the forest, not too far from them, which has been visited and propitiated by member of this commune for decades.
The man buried there was said to be an Irish immigrant who lived in a homestead nearby with his "close male companion of many years" before being buried alone there. Though, now, he is a beloved figure to this queer punk collective in the woods, and they sometimes bring him things like tobacco, beer, and coins as offerings.
It was such a joy and an honor to be shown this sacred place by the people who have watched over it for years, as well as being given leave to visit it. When I met him initially, I left a naturally round and smooth green jasper stone that I found by the sea upon his headstone. These pictures were taken on my second visit, wherein I brought him tobacco and rum, and received a clear omen shortly thereafter that it was alright for me to photograph.
What a truly wonderful place.
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One of the things that makes the Samhain candles feel special to me is the herbs I include. Some are here because they’re autumnal and they evoke this season. Some were chosen because of their connection to Celtic faery and Samhain lore. Some because they hold certain divination properties. And others are here because they’re the kinds of things we traditionally offer to our beloved dead and ancestors, like tobacco, coffee, and alcohol. I grow my own rustic tobacco and I make the mead that I use in the herb blend. The coffee is here because my Nanny Carlton loved coffee and it’s my daily offering to her. As we get closer to Samhain, how will you honor your ancestors and kindred spirits? And what offerings will you make? 🖤 #samhain #beloveddead #kindred #ancestors #halloween
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Altars, open Gate and offerings for the Death rite- Dia de los Muertos
#dia de los muertos#altar shrine#demonolatry#demonic divine#ancestors#death rite#halloween#spirit work#paganblr#witchblr#keys of ocat#beloved dead#death work
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(tw pet death) hello i know some people might think this is silly but. my dog recently died and i set up an ancestor (?) altar for him. i've been burning incense at it and he's all over the house, we hear him trot around and he gets in the bed with me sometimes.
my question is, i'm unsure what to leave him as offerings. toys would pile up quick, (tho i have left a few) and he didnt really have a favorite treat other than human food scraps. i've never offered perishables to a spirit or deity and i kind of. dont know what to do with them after? and i obviously cant give him alcohol. just water feel a little lackluster, he was my best friend. i see you talk about ancestor work a lot and i know this is a weird case but if you have any advice i'd appreciate it
I would probably categorize that as a shrine to the Beloved Dead instead of Ancestors but it mostly amounts to the same thing, just slightly different terminology. But it's a good idea! I had a rabbit who died almost two years ago, and she's still around sometimes, too.
For perishable offerings, I usually leave them out for an hour or two, or sometimes for a day or so, and then throw them away or pour them down the sink afterwards. I'm sure your dog would still love human food scraps! And perhaps things like chicken bones, since there's no choking hazards for a spirit dog.
For my bunny, I usually put her treats outside since she's buried in the yard, but on a shrine would be just fine too.
But also - fresh water isn't lackluster. Those of us who've spent our whole lives getting drinkable water directly from a tap in our house can take it for granted, but fresh (and cold!) water is sometimes a Very Appreciated offering.
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This is what happened when a city builds on top of a graveyard. There’s hundreds of these all over the streets and sidewalks.
#spirit work#ancestor work#graveyards#beloved dead#cemetery#death witch#witchblr#death witchcraft#folk practitioner#folk witchcraft#pagan#folk magic#folk practice#queer witch#witchcraft#death worker#death work#death worship#death magic#gravesite#graves#California#lanterns
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this is how the post-lqq interaction went right
#obsessed with this hua cheng tbh!!! hes so cute!!#‘dont idolize someone’ hua cheng is built different#‘nobody wants to worship a scrap god’ hua cheng is built different#‘how can you protect your beloved if you’re dead’ hua cheng is built different#‘slaughtering people have been the best way to make a spiritual weapon’ hua cheng is bu#art#my art#tgcf#tian guan ci fu#hob#heaven official’s blessing fanart#heaven official’s blessing#xie lian#hua cheng#hualian#lmao#tgcf meme
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me seeing arthur again after starting a new playthrough:
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take my breath away
pairing: spencer reid x reader
summary: you help spencer train for his fitness exam. he kind of just wants to kiss you.
a/n: some fluff (and something short) after i broke my own heart (and my brain) in my last hotch fic! i’m truly in my criminal minds era. enjoy
wc: 1.3k
warning(s): reader is a runner so im sorry to my unathletic friends. but this is all fluff
“Spence,” you said, unable to bite back your smile, “how are you this bad at running?”
“I’m—” he held up a finger as he caught his breath and shook his head. “I’m not bad at running. My form… is perfect.”
“We barely made it a mile in,” you said, and you chuckled as he keeled over, his hands on his knees. “It can’t be that perfect.”
“It is,” he insisted, on the edge of wheezing. “I’m just unathletic.”
“You never did sports as a kid?”
“I graduated high school at twelve,” Spencer breathed. “I was too busy studying. Reading. Doing anything other than sports.” He looked at you and shook his head. “And I’m not crazy like you.”
Your smile only grew. “You should put your hands over your head. It helps get more air in.”
“That’s actually a rumor.” He shook his head again. “When you raise your arms, muscles that contribute… to the bucket handle movement of your ribs—” He heaved a sigh, his brows furrowing, and again, you held back a smile. You were sure this was one of his only weaknesses. “—they’re not able to function properly.”
“Alright, genius,” you said, mockingly but with love. “Recover however you like. You clearly need it.”
Spencer pouted as he straightened up, his whole face contorted in discomfort. When your boyfriend asked you to help him train for his upcoming fitness test, you didn’t think much of it—you got a full ride through college because of track, and you keep healthy with morning runs, so you were happy to help.
You’d thought about straight up offering a myriad of times—mostly after bearing witness to his attempts at running in the field. One time, the two of you were paired up to do some interviews, and it ended in a chase. By the time Spencer caught up, nearly dying on the sidewalk, you already had the unsub subdued and cuffed.
(It took him a while to live that down with Morgan.)
Spencer was gifted at other things, sure—not just everyone is a classified genius with an eidetic memory, and he’s the youngest recruit in history—and you loved him more than anything. But you couldn’t not make fun of him, just a little bit.
His face was still red, his glasses fogging up a bit from the humidity, and his hair was a mess, so you moved closer in order to brush the stray strands out of his face.
“Running isn’t my thing,” he said. “Well— fitness isn’t my thing. I’ve got everything else covered.”
“Oh yeah?” You started smoothing back the strands of his hair, and you offered a crooked smile. “Then why are we out here trying to improve your mile time?”
“Because it would be nice if Gideon doesn’t have to get all my fitness stuff waived again, and if I want that, I need the help.” His eyes didn’t leave yours, and once you finished, your hands lingered on his cheeks. You nudged his glasses back up to their spot. “And I think I’d run a marathon and die trying if it meant I got to spend more time with you.”
Your eyebrows rose. “If you want to run a marathon, I could probably get you there. It would take a lot of time together, though.”
“Please, no,” Spencer breathed. “Just the time together part.”
You grinned, and you patted him on the cheek before you pulled away. “Running is good for the soul. Why do you think I’m so happy all the time?”
“Well, this morning you said you were happy because of me,” he said. “Yesterday, it was because we had our first case-free weekend in two months. The other day—”
“That coffee I had?” you interrupted.
He nodded. “How’d you know?”
“Because you made it for me,” you said, “and I love it when you do that.”
Spencer shrugged. “You do it all the time for me. It’s only fair.”
“But that’s proof,” you said. “Running does make you happy.”
“Running does release endorphins, but anyone who likes it is crazy,” he repeated.
“That doesn’t sound scientifically backed.”
“The way I feel right now beats science,” Spencer huffed. “And you’re not happy all the time. You frowned 23 times while writing up your last report.”
You raised your eyebrows. “You were watching me? And counting?”
He shrugged. “You’re nice to watch.”
“Very smooth, Dr. Reid,” you said cloyingly. “But flattery won’t get you out of this.”
“I’m not trying to get out of anything!” he defended. You stared at him, and he held up his hands. “Okay— only halfway. But you are nice to watch. That’s why I’m still here.”
“If you’re watching me while we run, that might be why you’re doing so badly,” you said, amused.
“No—I think it’s the only thing keeping me going.”
“You don’t really look like you’re still going,” you said wryly. “You should be good at this. You’ve got long legs.”
Spencer shook his head as he screwed his eyes shut. He let out one last breathy sigh, and you hoped he’d finally recovered. “Also largely a rumor. It’s more about leg strength compared to bodyweight—long legs help with lengthy strides, but you need to generate enough torque to move faster than with shorter legs.”
You smiled. “You’ve still got facts? Even while you’re dying?”
“Mostly because Elle’s said it before too. She says I look like a baby giraffe learning how to walk when I run.” Spencer shook his head again. “I think the only thing my height is good for is getting things off of shelves.”
For once, you tried to reign in your joking. “Is there anything I can do to help? I don’t want this whole thing to be miserable for you. Running should be fun.”
“We can stop doing this?” he suggested. “I can let go of what’s left of my pride, get all my fitness stuff waived again, and go back to figuring out cases in an air conditioned conference room?”
You smiled, and you moved closer. “How about this?”
Spencer opened his mouth to say something, but you pulled him in for a kiss by the front of his shirt, effectively cutting him off. He hesitated for less than a split second, but his hands fell to your waist as he brought you in closer.
When you let go and moved away, he still had them there, and he was smiling like an idiot.
“Does that help?” you asked innocently, tilting your head.
“Yeah,” Spencer said, nodding rapidly. “Uh— yeah. I actually think I could go for another mile now.”
You couldn’t help but laugh as you ruffled his hair, messing up your earlier work. “I’d love to test that, pretty boy, but I don’t think you can make it another mile.”
Spencer shook his head. “If you keep kissing me like that, I think I can make it through that marathon you mentioned.”
“Sure I don’t take your breath away too badly?” you teased.
“I have some facts for that, but I don’t think they apply.” His lips curved up, and the redness from exertion mixed with his steadily rising blush. “Because you, uh— you did take my breath away the first time I saw you.”
“I should start calling you loverboy with material like that,” you mused. “Morgan’s annoyed that I took pretty boy from him.”
Spencer grimaced. “Just thinking of Morgan seeing me like this makes me want to get back at it. I can’t deal with any more of his teasing.”
“But my teasing’s okay?”
He frowned. “Of course. It— it’s kind of why I fell for you.”
“Ah,” you nodded. “That’s why you’re still at this. You don’t like things being handed to you.”
His cheeks darkened again, and you laughed as you leaned in to peck him on the lips one more time.
“Alright, loverboy,” you said. “Ready to get back at it?”
“No,” he said affirmatively. “But I don’t really have a choice, do I?”
“Not if you want to pass,” you said wryly, and you gestured back at the trail with your head. “But you know what they say—one step at a time.”
Spencer grumbled, and he shook his arms out again. “Fine. As long as those steps are with you.”
You smiled. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”
#i know this scene in the show does not happen in s2 but i alsoooo do not care lol. canon continuity is dead to me in my fics#s2 spence my beloved<3#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x you#spencer reid fic#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid fluff#criminal minds x reader#criminal minds fluff#x reader#sadie writes
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Chamber of Reflection - Mac DeMarco
#tap for better quality!#I LOVE HOW THIS TURNED OUR SM!!#kieran my beheaded I mean beloved#kieran duffy#kieran duffy rdr2#rdr2#red dead redemption 2#rdr#red dead fandom#red dead redemption two#rdr2 kieran#arthur morgan#john marston#red dead redemption community#red dead fanart#fanart#digital art#synth van der linde#art :p#kieran duffy fanart#chamber of reflection#mac demarco#lyric art#fan art#artists on tumblr#can you tell i want this out there ;-;
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A few days ago, my beloved godmother passed away. She helped to raise me, guide me, and fill my life with blessings, and the shock of losing her has been painful and difficult to navigate. Though, incorporating her into my Quietus Altar and Ancestral Work has been helpful in allowing me to mourn her and say goodbye, without feeling like I'm truly losing her.
Today, as I thought about my godmother and pondered the nature of loss, I worked to let myself hurt without holding onto the pain. As I reminisced and allowed the feelings to move through me, I was a bit surprised to see a deer and her young buck coming directly up to me. I recognize them both, as she has been mothering fawns in the woods behind our home for years, and while she's rather friendly for a wild deer, she has never let herself or her young ones get too close to people. I got part of a sqash from our garden, left over from cooking, and tossed a few slices of it to them. They ate happily, and before I knew it, the mother was eating right out of my hand. I don't know what moved me to it, but I reached out to her and was shocked to find that she allowed me to pat and stroke her head and neck for a long while, though she'd never even let me get close to her before this.
Being approached in this way by a mother doe while in the throes of grieving a mother-figure was such a lovely and comforting surprise.
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In my cowboy era again
just started 6th chapter and its killing me
#rdr2#javier escuella#red dead redemption 2#dutch van der linde#dutch#micah bell#fanart#hate micah tbh#javier my beloved
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[ID: the Gotta Be One of My Favorite meme, an image of a man standing in front of a car, looking to his left, and holding his folded hands up to his chest.
The top of the image has text that's been edited to say "Shout out to physically affectionate m/f platonic friendship fr 🤞🏿" And the bottom text says "Gotta be one of my favorite genders."
Throughout the meme are 14 images include:
Hooty stretching around Lilith for a hug from The Owl House
Vanessa and Finral from Black Clover high-fiving.
Steven and Peridot from Steven Universe sitting together in the cockpit of the gem drill.
Nobara and Yuji from Jujutsu Kaisen holding hands.
Jesse putting a hand on Lake's shoulder in Infinity Train.
Sprig on Anne's head from Amphibia.
Luz resting her head on Hunter's should from The Owl House
Ochako grabbing Tenya's shoulders from My Hero Academia
Willow and Gus from The Owl House linking arms
Jaune hugging Ruby from RWBY
Douxie putting his hand on Claire's shoulder from The Tales of Arcadia
Gray patting Lucy's head from Fairy Tail
Norma and Barney hugging from Dead End Paranormal Park
Bow holding Adora's face from She Ra and the Princess of Power
/End of ID]
#healthy m/f platonic friendships my beloved#my laptop almost overheated making this so that's a good sign we're getting more m/f platonic friendship#black clover#the owl house#steven universe#jujutsu kaisen#infinity train#amphibia#my hero academia#rwby#tales of arcadia#fairy tail#dead end paranormal park#she ra#top posts
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Beloved Beyond Time
A DeadSerious Prompt where a young Damian follows his mother's advice about finding his future 'Beloved' and is smitten with a TimeTraveling Ghost King (Prince) Danny when his grandfather summoned the eldritch being.
Damian, despite being young, will want no other to be by his side once he takes over the League. Especially since the King was able to strike fear in his grandfather for even just for a moment.
Danny, whose just started taking up his soon to be Kingly title and duties, at first freaked out when a kid who just got out of toddlerhood is offering marriage. Who wouldn't. And well while he didn't fully encourage it, he found it a little adorable and tried to nudge the kid away from said... err crush feelings?
He was a little sad to have to say goodbye to the kid when his month long stay with the al Ghul's (mostly to see if they're worthy to keep the Pits) he was pretty for sure he'd never run into the kid again and if he did who knows how old they'd actually be because again.. time travel.
So Danny now at the age of 16 really wasn't expecting to be basically be cornered on his first day at his new school at Gotham Academy by a 17 year old Damian Wayne who is leaning over him and says "Hello Beloved. Time has been kind to you it seems."
Danny's poor half-alive heart is currently dying from being cornered by an older Damian.
Let this crazy train wreck begin.
#danny phantom#danny fenton#blue rambles#crossover#writing ideas#random idea#danny phantom dc#dpxdc#dcxdp#dead serious#Damian sneaked into a League meeting when they summoned the Ghost King#but they actually got the Ghost Prince who was learning how to handle realm duties at the time#but Danny doesn't tell them that. Also they summoned him when he was practicing his eldritch form. So yeah he scared them.#Danny actually scared Ra's into submission by threatening his precious Lazarus Pits since he was going to be forced to stay for a month#Danny actually and sadly can't do much to the Pits.Its been there for so long the world would start to become unstable if he took them away#He can heal people who have been effected by it though#Anyways this is another thing Ra's doesn't actually need to know if Danny has anything to say about it#Damian is a smitten kitten by the being who managed to strike fear in his grandfather#and decides only the Ghost King was worthy of becoming his Beloved#During the month he tries to get Danny to agree to their impending marriage#Danny freaks at first but finds it a little adorable and never really takes it seriously#he does try to reason with Damian about how it wont work but the boy is stubborn#Damian does worm a spot in Danny's heart though by being stubbornly adorable#When the month is up. Damian swears to a fading Danny he will marry him in the future#Danny returns to his own time and thinks thats the end of that.#A few weeks later he finds out that someone as a joke signed him up for an exchange student program and that he was picked to go to Gotham#Damian has NEVER forgotten the one he calls Beloved#and has drawn him. Many times. In Eldritch form. Ghost King form. Little Man form. Phantom form. EVEN his human form only Damian knew of.#So when Damian spots Danny. He knows who he is.#Damian is gonna try to channel his mother's abilities in seduction to woo his Beloved
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i keep thinking about digital ghosts. or maybe digital hauntings would be a better term. the final messages shared between you and someone you no longer speak to, for whatever reason. a webpage, or blog post, or inactive profile on a social media forum that you still return to sometimes, no longer even hoping for something to have changed, just to remember, like returning to a grave year after year. video and audio recordings of people who've left your life that you play back over and over until the tape wears out. in the realm of the more fantastical, maybe a hologram that bears their likeness but only a pale, shallow imitation of their complexity, their personality, or an AI or other imperfect replica built on a lifetime of data collected from them that only reinforces their absence but is all you have left to remember (or replace until you forget the difference) them by. all these records that they existed that will inevitably only last as long as the technology that supports them takes to become obsolete, or the data corrupts and begins to break down, or the archives storing it are no longer hosted anywhere. you haven't cheated death, or the grief that comes with losing someone. you've just prolonged it.
#🐉#lost contact with a beloved friend recently so im channeling that grief into this#but this is also what happens to val in my mech pilot thing#she becomes a holographic propaganda machine (until shes freed) and knows shes just a replica of someone real#who has been given a little more sand in the hourglass because shes still useful and even though#shes already dead her image cant be allowed to die with her yet
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What if when Miles threw the gun, the shot killed MVK instead of just hitting his shoulder and so Gregory adopted Franziska rather than MVK adopting Miles
#doctorsiren#ace attorney#ace attorney au#franziska von karma#ace attorney fanart#digital art#my art#procreate#me when I get to make another 1950s-styled design#🤭🤭🤭🤭#my inspo for her fit was Agent Carter (my beloved)#thanks to the discord gang for helping me figure out how I wanted the colours LMAO#and for the statement that inspired this concept :3#she and Miles work together#omg this is now a THIRD version of Defenseworth#this time his dad isn’t dead!
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Hot devils (that you know) in your area
#would you believe me if i told you i was just about to start working when a vision from the gods compelled me to draw this very image#anywaYS AHEM#baldur's gate 3#my art#bg3 raphael#the anatomy ref had a phone and i was too tired to figure out what i could use as a replacement so bam hell phone idfk KUGSDKF#bg3#suggestive#well he's trying to be anyway#girl failure my beloved#made this specifically for my one friend#[STARES YOU DEAD IN YOUR EYES - YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE]
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