If I can ask, since you mentioned liking the legend of zelda, what's your opinion on the recent announcement from Nintendo that there's gonna be a Tloz live action movie?

I've seen a lot of people mad because it isn't animated, and I honestly feel the same way. Like, I don't wanna give a not-even-released-movie bad faith (we haven't even seen a trailer for it), but you know... Live action movies based off videogames don't tend to turn out... Well. I hope I'm mistaken of course, but I'm honestly concerned too.

oh god

i am not excited

i wish i could be

i wish i could be hyped for it the way 6 year old me would have been

but the odds just aren't stacked in its favor with the team it has onboard, fucking avi arad, wes ball, and derek conolly

a middle of the road hit or miss producer whose movies often make or break franchises

an industry baby director who directed three crappy movies from the same failure of a franchise and a couple indie flicks

and a mixed-reviews-at-best writer who came up with "somehow palpatine returned"

and yeah the fact that it's live action... why couldn't it have been animated? You're telling me that Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom was inspired by Ghibli films and you STILL went for a live action approach instead of making it animated by, idk, Ghibli?? or shit, Studio Ponoc even!

and you just KNOW there's a high chance it's gonna be done in the live action disney remake "looks like shit the day it airs" way, not the practical effects "ages like fine wine" lord of the rings way

i want to be optimistic, i want to be hopeful, but i'm just not the kid i was when this movie SHOULD have happened

it happening now just feels like another soulless cog in the multiverse machine, y'know what i mean? the super mario bros movie did well so now ofc it's time for nintendo to 'expand' their film franchises and i just... i'm so tired. i can't. i've spent too long having zelda as my hyperfixation all throughout my childhood to have it go out this way (╥﹏╥)

911, season 1 episode 10: A Whole New You (last part of my series. I will keep watching and might make a post occasionally, but not for every episode.)

I forgot Abby's mom died last episode...

God buck is being so sweet, and I don't have to really like Abby to feel bad for her right now.

Double call and she's British, but let me guess not really

BOOM I was right she's just having a stroke!

I just want Buck to be happy but I really don't think it should be with her, they could have been fine as friends.

Bobby is trying to take a selfie and looks like such a dork (me too)

Tell me it's not a dating app

It is, oh boi

Busting his balls but being supportive too.

It does look like a real estate ad

Hen is a cheater, Chim hasn't had great luck and Buck is a recovering sex addict but some how right about being the best choice.

Wait wtf quick turn around???

Dating theme so far, so I'm assuming the lady got catfished.

Buck is so upset because nobody believes him, poor boy.

For Athena's storyline, I enjoy them trying to do what is right for themselves and the kids. I also like that they still care and show affection to each other for comfort.

Just because it isn't romantic doesn't mean they didn't build a life together.

Okay the show doesn't mind bordering on the more supernatural elements of stuff huh.

God I love carla so much 💜

Poor lyle out here paralyzed in a morgue

Ope, there goes the mortician, down for the count.

This dude goes through something so horrifying multiple times but keeps doing so for the lol's

That poor mortician suffering because this dude is high on life.

I know they are still together because of things I've seen, but I really wish they never did a cheating storyline. I don't even know how or why Karen would forgive her.

Like I don't know who I feel bad for more, Buck or Abby because as much as I'm indifferent/dislike their love story. These bitches cannot catch a break. Always getting interrupted or something going wrong. Literally a relationship doomed from the start.

Poor Buck trying to be honest and nobody believes him. One of the worst feelings in the world.

Dude going through a midlife crisis and the motorcycle employee could not give less of a fuck.

I actually think motorcycles are cool as hell but they are dangerous and I would not get on one if my life depended on it.

Immediately proving my point dude got literally split in two.

Bobby is going through it, but Athena is helping him and he is looking at her so sweetly 🥺

They are praying together, gosh my poor heart.

Gross, this dude looks like he might pop like a balloon. At least Buck is trying to show him some level of courtesy.

This coroner is so annoyed, but he's a little bit of a douche so I don't care.

He did not pop, but this might be worse.

She is planning on leaving for an extended period of time on a journey of self discovery, and did not discuss it with her partner at all. Selfish behavior and bad communication skills (ironic for an operator)

She broke his heart and he still trying to be supportive. It feels like he cares more about her than she does him. Also idk if he has mommy issues but man that age gap is getting to me more.

Bobby is handsome and I hope his date goes well.

OH SHIT HE TOSSED THE BOOK!!!

Good for him!

Karen is home, but no explanation for why yet.

Buck got better with his words, that's the real character growth here.

Bobby got a date with Athena!

Fitting one old fashioned person out of practice for another.

Mostly a great episode, can't wait for the next season!

5 + 7 from the fic ask!

Aaahh thanks so much

5. How many wips do you have? What fandoms/pairings are they for?

Already answered in a different ask

7. Post a snippet from a wip.

Idk what counts as "a snippet" but I'm posting a long section because I've had writer's block on this story for months now but I'm proud of this bit that I wrote back in March:

“I used to be better,” he said. “I used to be better. I used to be human, and strong, and feel things. Now so oftentimes I just feel nothing. And I wish I could have friends and loved ones, but it’s not possible for me.”

“Why is it not possible for you?”

“I don’t know! Probably just something bad and wrong with me! The only time I was loved for real, it turned out to be a big fake fraud!”

Lilith took some quick notes.

“What time was that?” she asked.

“In the Wellness Center. It was this place-”

“Jan’s Wellness Center?” Lilith asked.

She’d heard about that place. It was a horror story that had spread through the cryptid therapy community. An underground vampire cult had formed, led by a woman named Jan, who had promised her followers humanity. She’d managed to keep the racket going for several decades, making an obscene amount of money on the black market from vampire fangs and bodily fluids that she took from her followers. The whole horrible story had come out when a slayer had happened upon the cult and attacked them, and Jan had taken the survivors for a ritual suicide before escaping herself.

Nandor nodded.

“Oh,” Lilith said. “Whoa. That’s…”

“Stupid and dumb of me, I know,” Nandor said.

“No, not at all. I was going to say that’s intense. Nandor, you survived a cult. From what I’ve heard, a very dangerous cult. I’m- well, I’m shocked you haven’t been brought in for therapy before now.”

“I didn’t need it,” Nandor said. “I’ve been handling my independence by myself. Laszlo is the one who insisted on this. He said that my hysteria has been giving Colin Robinson a stomachache from eating too much of my energy.”

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aaaand I'm gonna be super self-indulgent and post a bit from my OTHER wip:

Before she could make a decision about whether to go over and say hi, Rebecca shouted, “Oh my God!” and locked eyes with her across the bar. Fuck.

Annie froze in place.

“Annie Edison?” Rebecca shouted. “Guys, it’s Annie Edison!”

“OK, so we do not know who that is,” one of her friends said in a monotone. Annie had been led to believe that gay bars would have extremely loud pop music playing, but this bar’s sad indie girl music was playing quietly enough that she could hear the bachelorette party’s entire conversation from across the bar.

Annie waved awkwardly. “Hi.”

“Get over here! Come on!” Rebecca insisted, waving Annie over. Annie grimaced awkwardly and grabbed her drink from the bar, walking on over to the bachelorette party.

“Hi,” she said again, waving at the party, which consisted of a handful of women dressed in matching t-shirts that read “#BethlenciaWedding”.

“OK, guys,” Rebecca said. In the past 30 seconds, she was proving to be as over-the-top and loud as she’d been back at camp twenty years ago. “This is Annie Edison, she was, like, my best friend for two months at Camp Kvetcher. You remember, that awful Jewish summer camp my mom made me go to when I was twelve where they literally forced us to pray all the time and it was, totally, like, a patriarchal thing about finding a Jewish husband and anyway that’s not the point hiii Annie how have you been?”

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Rereading those bits is making me want to actually work on the WIPs so yay I might do that soon! let's hope lol. Anyway thank you so much for the ask! I love to talk about me

hey, sweetie! I came across your account and found your stories are utterly amazing! I can't get enough re-reading all over again; it's very very great! I was hoping if I could make a req? If only you don't mind!

Can you do the marauders (yes, prongs moony and padfoot) smut where they accidentally use degrading kink but the reader is hurt and she ended up crying because it makes her very insecure because she's nothing but just a fuck toy? I don't hate the idea of such kink but I'm not fond of being degraded even though it doesn't mean any harm. maybe they will praise her and cuddle until she's completely calm down. i really like fluff ending❤ thanks!

pairing(s): james potter x remus lupin x sirius black x reader (foursome) 

warning(s): 18+, foursome, double penetration, oral (male receiving), anal, degradation, praise, lots of cum, cute cuddles 

word count: 1.9k

a/n: oh my god. when i got this request i literally had to pause and reread it so many times because it sent me spiraling. too good. thank you for this because i know exactly what i’ll be daydreaming about for the next week! i’m the same way about degradation (i don’t want it unless i’m really in the mood) so i can totally relate. i just hope i did it justice. enjoy! 

“C’mon, puppy, sit right here like a good girl,” Sirius instructed, giving a pointed nod to his erect cock. He was lounging back on his bed, one hand propped behind his head, his raven hair wrapped up in a messy bun. He looked like a Greek God and he didn’t even have to try. 

You made your way up the bed, straddling his waist and hovering your core above him. You were already dripping wet with the anticipation of what these boys were about to do to you. You weren’t sure how it escalated to this point, but here you were. 

You were hovered above Sirius’ cock, Remus making his way up the bed behind you, and James was off to the side, stroking his cock and content with waiting until you were ready to take it. The night you four had planned was triple penetration to the ultimate proportions. 

You sunk down onto Sirius’ cock, feeling him stretch you and fill you so beautifully as he always did. All of their cocks were amazing, but Sirius’ was the perfect amount of thickness that you needed. 

“Fuck, you never stop being tight no matter how much we stretch you. Just the perfect little hole for us,” Sirius said roughly, his large hands coming to grip your hips and grind you down onto him, getting you settled on his cock. 

Remus was the next one with his hands on you, pushing you forward onto Sirius’ chest until you were completely exposed to him. He could see the spot where Sirius was entering your body, stretching you out completely, and he could see exactly where his own cock would be going - right into your tightest hole, already being stretched with a plug. 

He worked it out gently, all three of them listening to you whimper into Sirius’ neck as he pushed and pulled, teasing you, until he finally removed it. 

“That’s a good girl. Stay just like that and quiet to be our little toy,” James commented, reaching over to brush some hair out of your face. You keened at the attention, but his choice of words made you flush red with embarrassment. You knew logically you were more than just a hole or a toy for them, but hearing it made you question what their intentions were nonetheless. 

Next thing you knew, you could feel Remus’ cock at your entrance, slowly pushing in. It wasn’t as bad as you had expected, the boys had prepped you well, but the additional stretch and sting made you wince lightly despite your moan. 

Remus roughly grabbed your arms and pulled you back so your back hit his chest harshly as he bottomed out inside of you. You were now successfully taking both of their cocks which made your head spin with arousal, but his words sent you spiralling. 

“Oh don’t act like you’re in pain. That won’t work with us. We know you're just a filthy slut so you’ll take it like one,” Remus said, beginning to slowly roll his hips against your ass, forcing you to grind on Sirius’ cock in return. 

Regardless of how his words made you feel, you couldn’t stop the moan from falling out of your mouth, effectively proving him right. When you looked down at Sirius, you knew he could see the tears beginning to form in your eyes, but he disregarded it to begin thrusting up into you, your head falling back onto Remus’ shoulders. 

“Fuck she feels so good,” Sirius moaned. “Prongs, she’s ready for you,” he said, looking over to his messy haired friend. 

Once that was said, Remus released your arms and you had to flail to stay upright, clutching Sirius’s shoulder. You weren’t there for long before James grabbed a chuck of your hair from the root and pulled you down sideways, your mouth lining up with his cock. 

“Open,” was all he said, treating you indifferently. Something you were not used to and not a fan of. You did what he asked regardless though, hoping if you proved that you were good their attitudes would change. 

Once your mouth engulfed James, all three of them let out a moan in sync, getting off on the fact that all of them were inside of you at the same time. 

“Look at her,” Remus rumbled out, “just a filthy fucking whore taking all of us.” 

You whined around James’ cock in protest, but the vibration only made him moan and pull your head in further, your nose now flush up against his skin. A tear slipped down your face, both because of the urge to gag around James’ cock and because of their unexpected treatment of you. Sure they had degraded you before, but never this much, never all of them at once, and always mixed with praise. This was different and you didn’t like it. 

“Look at her,” James started with a breathless laugh, continuing to fuck your throat raw, “she’s even crying for it like the pathetic slut she is.” 

That’s what did it. That’s what had you pulling off of James with a sob, struggling for breath with tears pouring down your face. “Stop, please stop,” you begged quietly, praying that one of them believed you. 

Thinking back, you were all stupid to never have a safeword for these situations but nothing like this had ever come up before. They were always so good with reading you, knowing exactly what you needed. You weren’t sure what went wrong this time. 

Thankfully, James didn’t go to reach for you again and Sirius and Remus immediately stopped giving you the delicious friction they had been providing inside of you to turn towards your face. 

You collapsed against Sirius’ chest in a fit of sobs and he was quick to wrap his arms around you and pull you close. You could practically feel the panicked looks being passed between them, but they were all quick to jump into action. Remus was running his hand along your back, but he never pulled out, they knew how much you hated them pulling out before you were ready. You felt the bed dip and James sat down at Sirius’ side, a hand coming up to brush through your tangled hair. 

“What happened, love? What’s wrong?” Sirius asked softly, his lips brushing against your neck. 

“Too mean,” you whimpered out, not looking up at any of them. 

“We were being too mean to our sweet girl? You want us to be nice while you’re our good girl?” Remus asking, lips brushing your shoulder blade before he pressed a gentle kiss on your skin. 

“Please,” you said with a final shaky breath, looking up at the boys while your tears dried. 

“You sure you want to keep going?” James asked gently, his thumb coming up to brush the tears off of your face. 

“Please. Please, it felt so good,” you begging shamelessly, grinding down on Sirius and Remus’ cock for good measure, just to prove how much you wanted to keep going. 

“Fuck, okay okay,” Remus said, choking on a laugh when he felt how tight you were against him all over again. 

“Ride us just like that pretty girl. You’ve been so good for us all night. Letting us fuck you and strecth you like this. So good,” Sirius mused, really laying it on thick in his attempt to rectify his mistakes as he grabbed your hips harshly, overwhelmed with how tight you were. 

“You wanna use your mouth again, love? Or just your hand?” James asked, gently turning your face to his using a knuckle. 

You didn’t even reply, just bent over sideways once more and opened your mouth, tongue out. 

“You’re fucking perfect,” James said with a chuckle, gently working your mouth back onto his cock until he was lodged down your throat. 

They never stopped the rough treatment, but the words they were saying were affecting you so much differently now. Rather than making you question yourself and your place with them, they were making you feel so good and loved and safe. 

The way they were ravishing your body made you feel heavenly. The way Remus and and Sirius’ cocks were dragging in and out of you made your head spin and your core tighten, dangling on the edge just waiting to be tossed over. James’ cock down your throat gave you a fraction of power over at least one of them, knowing all of his pleasure was coming from your body. Truly, all of their pleasure was, but you were working hard for James. 

“Fuck you feel like a vice,” Remus groaned, his fingers digging into your hips as he rolled his hips against you in a steady pace. You could feel the way him and Sirius’ cocks were dragging past each other through the thin walls inside your body, making you tremble with the thought of being so full of them. They were practically splitting you open, but oh what a way to go. “Let go for us, Y/N. Fuck, I can feel how close you are.” 

It didn’t take long after that. One, two, three more pumps from each of them and you were spiralling over the edge and into your release. You pulled away from James to let out your loud cry of relief and he readily took over to work his own cock, aiming it directly at your open mouth. In the rush of your release, you could feel yourself being filled with cum in all your holes. Warm rope after rope of cum gushed into your core and your mouth, completely filling you up from all angles. 

Being that full of their cum made you tremble, but you finally worked your way down from the clouds and collapsed against Sirius’ chest once more. 

It took all of you a minute to even feel coherent, but finally Remus was pulling out of you slowly. You could feel a rush of cum leave your body and trail down your thighs and onto the bed. You weren’t even sure whose bed you were on anymore. You whimpered at the feeling, both the unsatisfactory feeling of misplaced cum and the feeling of being empty after so long. 

Sirius went to pull out next, but you shook your head aggressively, needing to feel close to one of them after all of that. “Please don’t,” you begged softly, unable to give him a reason at the moment. You were a mixture of overwhelmed and still in a comedown, you just needed to be close. 

“Alright, don’t worry. You can stay here as long as you’d like puppy,” Sirius told you, shifting so the both of you were laying on your sides, getting you comfortable on the bed beside him. James crawled into the bed behind you, and Remus moved to relax against the headboard, pulling your feet into his lap to lightly massage them, relaxing you further. 

“You did so good for us tonight, love,” James said, moving his body so his chest was against you back, boxing you in. “We didn’t mean to upset you at all. You’re always good for us. You know that, right?” 

“I know. It was just too much in the moment,” you tried your best to explain. 

“We’ll talk about it later, yeah? We should have a word for if that happens again,” Remus suggested, quick to bring up what you had already been thinking about. You gave a small nod into Sirius’ neck, which he relayed to the boys. 

“Get some rest, pup. We’ll be right here when you wake up,” Sirius told you, placing a kiss on your forehead before moving to pull a blanket over the both of you, never pulling out once just as you wanted. 

Because you always got what you wanted from your boys. 

Hi! I'm real ignorant so if this is a dumb question feel free to ignore this. But I just found out that the Catholic Bible has 7 more books than the Protestant one? (I was raised Methodist so this was a big shock to me) And I was just wondering what those 7 books are? Where they are and what they're about and stuff. Thanks!

Well, yeah. There are seven more books, and the reasons behind why this is is complicated from a theology/archeology perspective, but simple from a historical perspective (Martin Luther revived fourth century discourse). In addition, Daniel and Esther are longer in the Catholic Bible compared to the Protestant Bible. I'm gonna run through each book with a little bit of what it is.

Tobit: the first of the novellas. Our main man, Tobit, is a holy man who undergoes many trials at the beginning, culminating in him being blinded. After this, his son, Tobias, gets sent off to retrieve some money from Media that Tobit remembered. Hes accompanied by the archangel Raphel, in disguise as a man. Meanwhile in Media, a young woman, Sarah, has just had her seventh would be husband die on her. She has a demon thing going on, where the demon will kill anyone who tries to marry her. Tobit and Raphael, after some fishing shenanigans in which various fish parts are acquired, arrive on the scene. Raphel, literal wingman, tells Tobias "Dude, you could totally marry Sarah, who is totally awesome. I'm gonna set you up and everything!" And Tobias says "Dude, the demon thing already killed seven men. I would prefer not to" Raphel: "She will please your dad. You can use some of the fish guts to drive away the demon by burning them, since they're rank. Then pray to God. You got this." Fish guts are burned, prayer is offered to God, and the happy couple is finally wed. Meanwhile, Sarah's dad got the rest of the household to dig a grave for Tobias, so that's quickly filled in. Then Sarah, Tobias, and Raphel go home, the remaining fish guts are used to restore Tobit's sight, Raphel gives some advice and then reveals himself to be an angel, and leaves. Tobit is happy and dies in peace. Tobias dies of old age in the epilogue. This story is referenced in the Gospels, when the Sadduces approach Jesus and ask him about a woman who has been married seven times, and all her husbands died.

Judith: another one of the novellas, our main hero is Judith, a Jewish widow. At the beginning theres a long war campaign sum up, which basically amounts to Holofernes is the toughest dude around. He eventually wages war against Israel. The end result is the Israelites are surrounded. The Israelites are surrounded, and Judith says "1. God will deliver us, 2. Let me and my maid go through the city, and God will deliver Israel through me" Judith prays, heads out, and manages to get an audience with Holofernes (she is a very pretty lady). She talks with Holofernes, and in her monologue uses a lot of wriggly ambiguous language, so Holofernes thinks she is talking about Nebecennezzer when she is talking about God. Holofernes is pleased by this, so he invites Judith to dinner. Judith then beheads Holofernes, and takes his head and goes back home. Judith shows his head, comes up with a good battle plan, the enemies are destroyed, and the Israelites celebrate.

1 Macabees: an independent account of the attempted suppression of Judaism in the second century BC (175-134 BC). The main character is Judas, son of Mattias, head of the revolution. It is classified as a novella.

2 Macabees: Covers the same rebellion, from 180-161 BC. Much like the Gospels tell the same story different ways, 1 and 2 Macabees tell the same historical events from different perspectives. It is also classified as a novella.

Wisdom: written in 50 BC, it's a poetic exhortation to live a holy life. Its classified as a book of Wisdom/poetry. Some of the language in Wisdom is echoed in the New Testament. Wisdom 2:24 "but by the envy of the devil, death entered the world, and they who are allied with him experience it" mirrors Paul's "sin entered the world, and death through sin"

Ben Sira: another book of wisdom, Ben Sira is another exhortation to live a holy life. Most of the book is moral instruction, but the last bit is about the heroes of Israel, gratitude to God, and an invitation for the unschooled to find true wisdom.

Baruch: a book of prophecy, its addressed to King Jechoniah (in Babylon). It can be divided into four parts: 1. The Letter to Jerusalem, filling in on the history, and guilt/deliverance, 2. Praise of Wisdom, 3. Baruch's poem of consolation, 4. Letter of Jeremiah, which is "don't worship Babylonian gods". John Calvin thought that Baruch should be in the Protestant Bible instead of Esther

And, since I think it's important since the books differ:

Esther: first off, its classified as a novella. It's an entirely different read in the Catholic bible, beginning with Mordecai's dream and an assasination attempt on the king. Then the banquet and deposition of Vashti. From there it follows roughly the same plot, but also contains prayers of Mordecai and Esther, official documents, etc. God is mentioned a lot in the Catholic version compared to the Protestant version.

Daniel: Chapter 3 has an awesome prayer in it, spanning from verse 24 to verse 90. It is very long, and a good read if you have the time. Daniel 13 and 14 have two short stories in them to cap off the book. The first is of Susana, who had two elders attempt to assault her. In retaliation, the elders falsely accuse Susanna of trying to seduce them. Susanna asks God to intervene, and a boy Daniel reveals the lie. The two elders are then killed. The second one is Bel and the Dragon, wherein one Daniel calls out the king for worshipping Bel, a false idol. The king says "no, he clearly eats and drinks the sacrifices I lay out for him" Daniel says "you're wrong" and the king says "prove it, or you'll die." So the king offered his sacrifices, and Daniel had ashes spread across the room, before it was sealed. Turns out, the priests of Bel would sneak into the chamber through a secret entrance and eat everything, which was proved by the footprints left by the ashes. The priests revealed this, and then they were killed. Then there was a dragon the Babylonians worshipped, and Daniel killed with some pitch, fat, and hair cakes (after getting permission from the king). From here Daniel gets thrown into the lion's den, Habbakkuk brings him a meal, and Daniel is brought out alive. The people who tried to kill him are then thrown into the lion's den.

hi, im kinda new to witchcraft and i dont really know anything (prayers, rituals, beliefs, etc), plus there's a lot of contrasting info online so i don't know what i should go with. could you please briefly explain how you view witchcraft and what you do? i'm going around asking this to a lot of other blogs to get a general sense of things. thanks!

Before we begin I just wanna point out that when you say prayers and beliefs, I think of paganism. When I hear ritual and witchcraft, I think of magic.

Religion and magic is intertwined but you do not have to be pagan or wicca or whatever to be a witch, or vise versa. For me, a witch is someone who practices magic, whether it be simple things like jar spells or folk magic or traditional witchcraft or anything ceremonial or ritualistic (although some ceremonial magic practitioners prefer the term magician over witch, which is up to them). A diviner is someone who uses divination tools such as tarot or pendulums to seek knowledge (and again, you can be a diviner without ever touching witchcraft). Spirit work and hedge work is also another area for you to look into.

You can be a pagan - lighting incense, praying and making offerings - without being a witch either. Some say there is inherent magic in worship, but personally, if you just worship but don’t practice witchcraft (do spells etc) then you’re just a follower of a pagan religion. And there is nothing wrong with that. Of course, you can also be all that I mentioned above simultaneously too, but there is no hurry to quickly define yourself when you’re starting out. Changing the way you label yourself or your craft as you grow (or foregoing a label in the first place) is equally valid too.

More info on some beginner tips + my views on witchcraft below.

If you’re starting out some times I’d give are:

Learn how to protect yourself. Energy work and shielding techniques is how I started, or calling on Archangels if you believe in them. Once I was more comfortable I began learning how to use witch bottles to defend myself, how to banish (look up the LBRP) and more.

Read and read and read! Not on Tumblr but actual books (the legit ones, not the trendy money-milking ones) and historical sources. If there are contradicting sources, use your gut and your brain. Check for author bias and cross-check with other sources. Listen to your intuition yet use critical thinking and discernment too.

Record and test your divination and spells. See if a prediction comes true. Test if a spell manifest the desired result within the given time frame. If you do a wealth spell, then the spell’s success will be confirmed by increased wealth. Try altering your methods, and note if you become more successful or accurate and adapt accordingly.

Don’t be pressured to spend loads of money on your craft especially when you’re starting out. Of course, you may want to give fancy wine as an offering to your god, but if that isn’t feasible then a home cooked meal alongside traditional offerings such as bread would be alright too. Also with books, of course it is good to support occult publishers but try borrowing from libraries, find e-books and use your university account to borrow them, or find PDFs of them online.

Personally, it may not be suitable for complete beginners but I recommend books by Troy Books for witchcraft info. For learning Lenormand, the Complete Lenormand Oracle Handbook by Caitlin Matthews is the best. I know it’s 600+ pages but I swear it’s so good.

For me, witchcraft is about power. When you feel like there isn’t anywhere else to go, when your friends seem distant or unable to comprehend what you’re struggling with, when the law has failed you and corruption has won, witchcraft is a way to redirect your life and regain your sovereignty. Which is why I also believe in hexes and, in some context, curses (although I know it’s a can of worms to open and I’ll make posts on hexes and curses one day).

Divination is used to give you guidance and insight into something that may take you forever to figure out by yourself. It is also a way to communicate with the divine. What I am against though, is using divination to spy on others, as you’re essentially destroying other people’s rights to privacy. Claiming 100% accuracy is also an act of hubris, which is why I always say that my readings are reasonably accurate because in the end, free will triumphs over all and even the strings of fate has many threads.

If your relationship with a deity is rooted in transaction, then it can be said that you are working with them, not worshiping or devoting yourself to them. A devotional pagan relationship between oneself and one’s deity can be transactional too (eg: I worship Dionysus and he helps me with giving me opportunities to grow, along with giving guidance on my path) but what is more important is the devotion - the love and bond - you have with said deity.

Where the line between witchcraft and paganism blurs is when you involve deities in your spell or divination.

When I was young I used to dismiss the incantations that the monks in my country use. However, one day I went to a ceremony where almost a hundred monks gather and pray, casting their spells in unison, and even with my initial derisive views towards conventional Buddhism I felt something that day. Now, I realize when certain words have been spoken and imbued with power and continues to be recited with fervent faith for hundreds or thousands of years, power becomes inherent in those words. The same goes for rituals and spells.

This is why a beginner who had never managed to manifest anything properly can screw up when doing ceremonial witchcraft and end up bringing misfortune into their lives. Those ceremonies are meant to be performed that way, invoking those gods, for a reason. Best case scenario when you mess up is they don’t work. Worse case is they bite you back. Same goes for spirit work and especially so regarding demon work. I was curious about the Ars Goetia in the past, and I am immensely grateful that my naive, idiotic past self had enough brains not to attempt any summoning. If you want to prove to yourself that the magical world is real, there are better ways to do so.

Do I believe the gods are literally real? That Buddha walked his first step and a lotus flower bloomed under his feet? That Dionysus wrapped a ship in vines and turned the disbelieving pirates into dolphins? I don’t think so. But I have faith in my gods the same way one can be a Christian without believing that the Earth is 9000 years old. And I believe in magic because I have felt it and observed the evidence.

Maybe it was easier for me to believe because I grew up in an animistic and spiritual country, where things like divination and spirit work is ‘normal’ (although people do fear and respect the supernatural). Making offerings to household spirits is something my family does weekly. Hell, almost every family has a mini spirit house in their property that hosts the spirit of land guardians. Going to shrines and praying to our local version of ‘dryads’ and ‘tree ghost’ is common for if you want good luck or a bargain.

Messing with corpses is now outlawed, but witch doctors in my country have been known to make consecrated oil from the corpses of women. As recent as 2012, stillborn fetus had been used in ceremonies which turn them into household spirits to bring luck - if they are pleased and fond of you. Of course, magic of these types are against the law because the actions required to perform them are illegal, but the point is, it shows that magic is very real and still believed in where I come from.

If you’re coming from a western worldview where all of this is ‘weird’ or ‘primitive’ or ‘crazy’, it might feel difficult to trust in your supernatural senses, to have faith or to find your path. But if you keep practicing and refining your skills, you’ll find that magic is something that will always draws you back to it, that it is something you cannot live without.

lover: cruel summer - t.h.

A/N: It’s hereee! Let me know what y’all think, I’m v excited for this mini project <3 

Word count: 1.4k of you have to find out for yourself ;)

Fever dream high

In the quiet of the night

You know that I caught it

You remember thinking to yourself that anytime you smelled chlorine after tonight would remind you of him. The hotel pool water making the satisfying sound of moving along with him while he executed elegant strokes. So he could dance and swim. 

Your legs dangled in, sitting on the ledge in a baggy shirt and shorts. He had knocked on the door of your room at midnight knowing you both had to be up early, but he didn’t care. It was a perfect night for a swim, he had claimed, and late enough where you wouldn’t be risking anything. Getting caught, or getting noticed. 

You agreed hesitantly, but refusing to swim because you had already showered - so you’re on the ledge just watching him, but you had to note that you didn’t mind at all. He was gorgeous, and so were his arms, his back, his neck… 

His curls pop above the water and he’s smiling at you. You didn’t know what it was that you were catching, but it was something. 

Bad, bad boys

Shiny toy with a price

You know that I bought it 

“You’re really persuasive, you know that?” you mock him, but you both know that you love sneaking around with him, the small chance of being caught, the cliche scene of you two at the hotel pool after hours. You’re relishing in this and if he’s being honest with himself, so is he. 

“So I’ve been told,” he smiles back. “So how is everyone back home?” 

“If you’re asking about how things are with someone specific, name them Holland.” 

“You know who I’m talking about.” 

“We never have been and probably never will be serious. I’m away for the movie. We’re not really in touch.” 

“That’s ridiculous. He’s really not messaging you every second of the day?”

“No, guess he’s just not that into me.” 

“That’s hard for me to believe,” he mumbles towards you as he starts stroking away from you. You blush. 

“Believe it. But enough about me. Anything new with you? Romantically or otherwise?”

He scoffs. “You know me. No time. Just working out, prepping for production, studying lines. Same old same old.” You sigh. 

“That’s no way to live, Tommy.” 

“Of course it is. It’s not a bad thing. It’s just the same. That doesn’t have to be negative.” 

“Of course it doesn’t, but why not go on a date, or try something new? A new way of working out or something. You loved that period of time where you went boxing all the time for a few months. Or go to a golf course this month! You haven’t gone in ages.” 

He smiles, “You are really attentive, it’s…”

Your eyebrow quirks. “It’s what?” 

“Nice, I guess. That you notice. It’s a pretty truthful showcase of who you are as a person.”

It’s quiet for a moment. Is that all you were? Just nice?

How long would it take for one of you to have the guts to take this further than just late night swims at the pool, where no one saw you?  

Killing me slow, out the window

I'm always waiting for you to be waiting below

Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes

What doesn't kill me makes me want you more

Walking back into the hotel, your phone says 2:00. You feel your stomach growl a little, reminding you that the last time you ate was an apple from catering services a few hours before. 

“Want to order room service?” Tom asks as elevator music flows in the background. 

“Uh...I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” you hesitate. 

He coughs, realizing the weight of his suggestion, “Yeah yeah yeah,” the Queens accent slipping through. “You’re probably right.” You deflate at his lack of resistance. You knew 2 am room service would lead to talking for hours, and falling asleep, and then someone catching you in the morning. And knowing the both of you, neither would have an explanation. The lack of an explanation probably hurt the most. 

The remaining short walk from the elevator to the rooms was quiet and tense. Were neither of you going to say anything? Would you continue to keep these moments secret to keep each other? 

No one was willing to jump. 

Hang your head low

In the glow of the vending machine

I'm not dying 

We say that we'll just screw it up in these trying times

We're not trying

You walk by a vending machine, and do a double take. You could skip room service, but you still needed something. He stops with you, standing unbearably close, which in any case is whenever he’s in your vicinity. You convince yourself you’re not making a mistake, you’re doing the right thing, you don’t want to be even more heartbrok-

“I don’t want to screw anything up,” he interrupts your train of thought abruptly. 

You turn quickly in shock, as a reflex, you don’t know. 

“What?” Did you hear him right?

“I don’t want to screw anything up. I want to do something, my God, I need to do something but losing you is the worst case scenario and I’m too nervous to take that risk.” 

Your heart accelerates and your hands are trembling a little. You agreed with him, that risk was terrifying. You try to muster up what you hope looks like a smile. 

“No, I understand. I agree with you. The risk is big, and the reward is uncertain. I appreciate your honesty, though. It’s honestly kind of a relief.” Is it though?

He smiles back, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Glad we’re on the same page, darlin’.” 

I guess it was true that no one was willing to jump. No one was willing to try. Taking a chance meant taking a chance at ruining everything. 

You reach your door first, and your stomach drops at the thought of your little adventure ending. But at least it happened. 

“Thanks for the swim, Tom.” 

“No problem. Thanks for coming.” 

You slide your key card into the slot and turn to give him one last smile before walking into the empty room, and closing the door. You let out a sigh and rest your forehead on the door. 

What just happened? 

Your mind was inner turmoil. He admitted that he felt something, in very few words, but still. He admitted it. And that counted for something. Right? 

You were ready to just throw all fucks out the hotel window and run into his room and tell him you didn’t care, that the risk was worth it, you were adults and could be friends if it didn’t go well but of course it would go well because it was him and- 

Fuck it. 

You reach for the door handle, smiling, ready to drop everything because you had so much potential with him and he made you feel on top of the world, no matter the day or time or circumstance. You open the door looking down ready to sprint to his hotel room. Instead of turning into the empty hallway, you run into a rock hard chest. 

Tom. 

And it's new

The shape of your body, it's blue

The feeling I've got

And it's ooh, whoa oh

It's a cruel summer

He’s standing right next to your door, with his arm up like he was about to knock, using his other hand to steady you after basically crashing into him. But his touch is electric, his arms steadying you is the strongest you’ve felt all day. The most in place you’ve felt since you met him. 

You look up breathless, confused, more emotions you can’t even give a definite name yet. 

“Are you okay?” He’s frantic, concern in his eyes, but also confusion. You ignore the question. 

“Were you about to knock?”

He freezes. “Uh-yeah I just felt like I needed to acknowledge what I said and just explain more and I didn’t really know what I was going to say but I needed to say literally anythi-” 

“I really like you.” 

His eyes go wide. “I-I do too. Like you, I mean.” 

“Then can you kiss me now?” 

He’s staring at you, breathless, while you hold yours. You prayed that you weren’t overwhelming him, but maybe it was too strong or-

He proves you wrong the second his lips crash onto yours.

26 is definitely still growing on me. Literally 2 weeks I have been 26 and I'm having a time adjusting to it. From my features to my body, personality, everything about this number leaves an awkward feeling in my conscious that refuses to leave.

I'm anxious af and can't put a pin point on why. My anxiety has been on for weeks now and won't seem to turn off. At first I thought it was just my caffeine intake but after coffee and pop a rest for a few days I've realized the caffeine is only making it worse. I think I'm more so nervous because I can't predict my future right now. Social media (Facebook) irks my last nerve but itsy only alternative right now to keepe occupied. I'm always hungry and as of today I feel as though I've been getting too much sleep.

The level of isolation I'm on is causing conflict with some of my associates (not on my end) and it's getting pretty old. Idk why people feel that they are entitled to my personal space. It's weird really. I've absorbed enough enough energy these past 26 years of my life, mostly negative need I say, so these days I just want to be alone... Enjoy the company of those who actually mean me good.

I'm walking on faith (spending in this case) when it comes to my finances. I literally do not know how I'm going to make it for Christmas and my kids birthdays following 2 and 3 weeks after the holiday BUT I'm trusting in God to provide it for me. Like, Im trying to make school a priority but the way these bills and necessible expenses are rolling in it might have to wait until I can really sit down and save.

Thanksgiving was all love. My son spent with his dad's side but my daughter was home to enjoy the company of mommy's crazy cousins and her uncle's. My baby brother is home from the Navy for a week and from the looks of him he is not a baby anymore. He's bigger than my everybody in my family lol. It just felt good to laugh. Something I haven't done genuinely in a while.

New Year's is approaching and I want to step into it fresh. I plan on getting all of my yearly check ups done before the year end, tying loose ends with unnecessary people and letting go of played out habits. I want a healthier lifestyle in every aspect of my life so if I want to be healthy mentally I have to start physically.

I'm thinking about doing a vision board party for the kids and I. I think that would be something nice to introduce them to. Taking the time to set goals as a family with them rather than setting goals for myself and just including them.

I received some really heartbreaking news the other day that could have really set me back mentally but instead of allowing it to bring back into a black hole, I choose to embrace it and allow it to make me better and stronger. It hurts me to know that people think so low of me sometimes as a person and a mother but I intend to prove them wrong.

I really believe that I am going to go up from here, I think that's the awkward feeling I have but only time will tell so in the meantime I will continue to pray for my day.

✌️♥️

(1/?) I come to you with my problems way too much 🙊 but today my issue is that this week, we were doing a debate in History over WW2 and whether or not the US should have gotten involved. I hate speaking in front of people because I have major anxiety and sometimes I get too passionate about what I'm talking about and I feel like I look stupid.. anyway, my teacher sorted us onto two teams: isolationist (disagree with getting involved) and interventionist (agree with getting involved)

(2/?) and I got sorted into the interventionist group (even though I'm a pacifist) and I didn't want to be the opening or closing speaker so I volunteered to help with research and did that. Well, the next morning, I had a list of like 10 pros that I'd written and I showed it to my bff and she looked at it and laughed and was like "this is so cocky and so you" and I was like ???what do you mean by cocky ??? And she just shook her head so I turned to another one of my friends and asked her if I(3/?) am cocky, and she started laughing and was just like "you're you" so I was like ??? And I went on into class and gave the list of pros to the guy that was chosen to be the opening speaker and I sat down with my friend, who was the closing speaker, and helped her with writing her speech, and during this time a girl on the other team stood up, genuinely looking freaked out and was like "(my name) you aren't one of the speakers are you??? Omg" and I was like "no, I'm on research" and she was(4/?) like "thank God" and again I was like ??? And I started getting a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach and I asked another friend about it and if I was known as some kind of scary bitch and she was like "well... you are kind of cocky, and opinionated, and narrow minded.. but I wouldn't go as far as to say you're a bitch" and I was like wtf. At lunch I asked yet another friend and she was like "you're not narrow-minded!! You're just really assertive and passionate.It's what makes you you."(5/?) so at this point I'm feeling really self conscious and I kind of want to crawl into a hole and die. That night, I texted the very first friend who read my list of pros and called me cocky and asked her if I was really that bad and she said I wasn't a bad person, but I have a habit of trying to prove that I'm the smartest one in my room and that I do have a lot of opinions and am really assertive.. and then she went on to say that sometimes I make her feel stupid. I started feeling like(6/?) crap when she said that because I had no idea I was making her feel bad and I told her I'm sorry and that I'm going to try and work on this, so I swore that I wouldn't do anything to worsen everyone's opinion of me. The next day, guess who didn't show up for the debate??? My friend who was supposed to do the closing speech. I'm over here thinking "Dear lord don't let them ask me to fill in for her" and I tell someone else on my team that they would be really good as a closing speaker, but(7/?) guess what happens? Literally everyone on my debate team was like "uh, no, you gotta fill in. You'll win this thing, plus you helped her write her speech" and I tried to argue but felt outnumbered and ended up scrambling to write a three paragraph closing argument in five minutes because my missing friend had the original draft with her. This whole time I'm thinking "I'm gonna get up there, say this as monotone as possible, and sit back down" but after opening arguments, the floor was open(8/?) for everyone to talk and everyone started talking and arguing, and someone said that the US should have tried appeasement with Hitler, and it irked me so bad because of the stupidity of that statement and before I could stop myself I stood up and was like "are you kidding me?! Appeasement?? Look where that got France and Britain!!!!" And the whole classroom got quiet and everyone on my side turned out of the way (I was sitting in the back) so the other side could see me(9/?) and it was like they'd been waiting for me to say something and I was like "mistakes are made to learn from them, not repeat them. Why do you think we learn about history" and went on a mini rant and the room was dead quiet and i went as red as a 🍅 and sat back down and my teacher was like "well alrighty then, let's hear closing arguments. (My last name), the front of the room is yours" and I was like "Lord Jesus, help me not look like a fool"(10/?) so I walk to the front of the room and gave my speech, barely looking at the paper. History repeated itself and I got way too into it and by the time I sat down even people on the opposite debate team were clapping for me, but I just wanted to die. I went through the rest of my day wondering wtf was wrong with me and at the end of the day, one of my friends told me that the girl who freaked out the day before because she thought I was a speaker told her she's scared of me(11/?) and that made me feel even worse.. today I had therapy and I talked about it with my therapist and she was really quiet before finally saying "if you were a guy, would you feel this way?" And I was like ??? And she said "well, it sounds to me like you feel it's not okay to be considered assertive and opinionated. Another word for cocky is 'Confident', you know. There's a gender bias that girls are supposed to be quiet and submissive but it's alright for guys to take charge and assert(12/?) themselves." And I got quiet and was like "holy shit, I did not raise myself to be affected by gender bias" and she went on and was like "whatever kind of reputation you have, whenever you're known, some people will think highly of you and some will not think so highly of you, and that's just the way it works. But please don't ever think that you should have to stay quiet about something or that you don't have the right to have passion about a subject just because that's not the norm for(13/?) girls. It's not necessarily a bad thing to be known as bossy and assertive and passionate." And it really opened my eyes. It made me feel a little better but I'm still very conflicted about my newly learned of reputation as this assertive and opinionated person because up until now I thought I was an ordinary joe and no one knew my name. I don't know if I want to be known for something.. but my therapist is right. I think a large part of why I felt so upset originally is because of gender (part 14 is missing) (15/15) that way.. like good lord this is so complicated. Being a teenager is hard. I'm praying that God will help me out here and help me figure out what to do and how to stop feeling so conflicted.. I wish I knew what his plan for me was so I wouldn't be walking around here blind. Please pray for me. Do you have any advice?? Thank you for listening to my teenage angst 🙊🙊🙊😓

I’m so sorry to get back to you so late, but I was on my mission trip when you sent all these messages! 

First of all, wow. This is was so very interesting to read! It is always strange to learn what people think of you, especially when it is opposite of what you thought they thought about you (hope that made sense lol). 

I really relate to you in this because when I am very passionate about something, I tend to get a bit scary and assertive lol Sometimes my temper gets the best of me, which I have been working on controlling for awhile, but I know how hard it can be to control those feelings when they come on and you just need to express your opinion and get it out. It’s tough, it really is.

I have worked for years and years to try and keep that part of me in check and not get carried away, as well as to learn when it is something I can utilize in a given situation. Honestly, it just takes a lot lot lot of practice. And prayer. God has really helped me with patience and anger and control.

But, your therapist does have a very good point. There is a double standard when it comes to this subject; it is viewed as good for men to be assertive, but when women are, they’re bitchy. As infuriating as it is, it is true. And that is so unfortunate.

So, if you feel passionate about something, let that show. But if you’re self conscious about how you’re showing it, then identify what bothers you about it and work on correcting that. Baby steps. It’ll take time and it’ll be really difficult, but if you really want to do it, then it’ll be worth it!

I really hope this helped! Please, let me know if there is anything else I can do or say or whatever to help. I’ll definitely be praying, darling!

I'm surprised you haven't been flooded with requests because you're a good writer. But if this hasn't been done already, if the main four turned evil/against the Light, how would they be? Would they still be able to love, etc?

First of all, thank you so much for your request ~.You see, I started this blog just three days ago, and I’m not even sure on how should I run this little piece of my soul. I only had two requests, and that was because I asked for it — still, I’m so happy I did because, as I said, I love to write, but it feels so much better when I get to do it for others, in order for them to read that.I’d like to apologise once more for my mistakes and repetitions, for English is not my first language.Thank you, again, I hope I don’t disappoint you in this. ♥(It took so long I didn’t post anything else in my blog today, I’m really so sorry. ;;I hope you like it, even though this is EXTREMELY harsh, I believe. Feel free to say to me “That sucks!”, ‘cause it really does.)

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• PromptoI think he would be the most likely to fall in darkness. He has suffered so much in his life, all that pain and loneliness, but I feel he was at the limit of endurance. What if his heart stumbled for a moment too long? What if, in the moment where he was the most vulnerable, he decided to stop fighting and re-joined what was once fated to be his destiny?

He would succumb to his own mind tricking him, making him join the forces of Nifleheim as a Magitrooper, as he was once created for. He would be the most powerful of all those soulless robots, still carrying a sparkle of conscience within him, the one thing that makes him the most dangerous. For he was once human, he knows how to make them suffer, and cry, and scream, all under the freezing cold blue gaze of his eyes.

This would not be the real Prompto, though. It would be just as if he was trapped in a dark and cold cage, as if he found shelter in his own suffering. His mind would be quite entirely sealed away, letting his body and actions completely controllable. A puppet slipped in the grip of the wrong side of the chessboard.

Though he seems to have abandoned all trace of humanity, his heart would still be the one of the cheerful guy who smiled at his dark life, bearing it all without complaining. The strength deep inside him would never abandon him, or betray him. Just as his friends.

They would never cease to search for him, for their joyful Chocobo lover. They know they have to be four, the four of them, to be complete. Even when his actions began to slowly reveal his identity, they would never stop to care for him.

I believe Prompto’s heart would continue to love, if allowed to. And I believe his friends, his dearly beloved friends, would come up with a solution to bring him back, because that’s what, deep inside, Prompto wishes the most: his wrecked heart just needs to feel the joy of the sun again.

• IgnisThe gentle and clear-minded Ignis would not have turned against Light in his past, never. He was the most loyal, faithful to Noctis’s cause, and ready to give all he has to fight for it. Until the day he loses his sight.

Even if he never speak about it, even if he never, never, complains about it, it must be so hard for him. It must be difficult to rely only on his other senses when sight was his favourite one, it must be so painful to be forced to abandon the crystal clear sense of him, it must be so wrecking to feel to be a burden for everyone else, causing them so much trouble. It could have destroyed his mind.

The deep depression in which he fell when he realises he will not be the same again is nothing to be taken lightly. He is proud of what he did to fulfil his duty and let Noctis go on with his journey, but all that darkness around him is just too much. Not even his friends’ words can help him, nor the last glimmer of hope inside him can relieve his pain, and it just fades away.

His bad condition, though, never lets him go. He would just abandon the group, at some point, letting himself rest somewhere far from all kind of human contact.

He might be approached by Ardyn while living in his own suffering, and offered a brand new pair of fully functioning eyes. What does he have to lose, now?

Without anyone knowing it, or even suspect it, he would follow him, and get his new Magitek eyes — a dark crimson colour, but cloudy, reflecting his hollow soul.

He would start working for him. Ardyn surely knows how to talk to people, even more how to evaluate those whom he needs. Ignis, or what’s left of him, would just accept it, as he accept passively everything that happens at this point.

Not even when his life companions, always concerned for his condition, find him in Zagnautus, he turns back. He’s changed now, emptied from deep inside. He would never return the same again.

• GladiolusWhen he left the group to find a new strength, nobody ever thought he wouldn’t come back. Not the way he did, at least.

He never came back to his friends. They didn’t even try to contact him. But why would they? Gladio was the first one to leave, after all.

When Gladiolus, the ever courageous and fierce big guy, intended to protect the Prince, but also his friends, felt insecure and worthless for the first time in his life, he decided to leave the others, in order to became even stronger, and be able by then to protect his family.

Still, it felt strange. It was a brand new sensation for him, a horrendous sensation. He tried to get rid of it, fighting back the urge to scream and run away from everything, slaying every creature that happened to be in a bad place in the worst of times.

The irreparable happened when, travelling alone, he pushed himself nearly at the end of the known world. Nobody knows what occurred back then, but sure is that Gladio faced an incredibly strong and relentless opponent, who left tremendous scars painted on his whole body. He even nearly lose an arm for that fight, and only the Six know how he managed to stay alive at that juncture.

He prayed the Gods, as he never did before, but found himself neglected and abandoned. Nobody ever answered his angered screaming calls.

Once recovered, in the urge of becoming stronger, of proving his worth to the world, he lost sight of what was his first purpose. He became like a wild animal, careless of any living form. Only through slayer, he would relieve his anger, and that same anger pushed him even far beyond humanity, making him kill a hunter in his mission. He laughed on how easy it had been.

Darkness inside him started to take over him, and he became a true beast.

A true Daemon.

He now ravages the whole Eos, sowing dread and horror wherever he pass. The world now surely knows his strength.

• NoctisHe starts feeling himself falling when Luna dies.

He could bear the loss of his dad, his town, all he has known. He really could, he managed to. But when he hears Ignis stating her departure, he can’t help but feeling himself cracking. Literally.

Nothing is the same from now on, his thoughts constantly directed to the things he lost, more than those things he needs to take back.

He would continue on his journey, though, but he keeps failing. Ignis’s ruined, because he failed; Prompto’s lost, because he failed; Gladio’s in anger, of course.

Why would anyone have all those high expectation for him? He was chosen by the Crystal, yes, but was he really the Prince of Light that everyone awaited? “All this journey is just a swirl into pain”, he thinks, but he has to go on. At least, to regain what’s his.

… Even if not in the right way.

He’s determined to let it all come to an end, but he doesn’t believe in the Six nor in the Crystal anymore. He just loses faith in them, it’s not something that can be explained. Everything that happened to him conducted him not in gaining strength, but in accumulating regret and sorrow.

When it comes to take back the throne, he does defeat Ardyn, but… He just can’t feel like bringing back the dawn. Actually, there’s barely no one to enjoy it, so instead of dying, why don’t just live his life as the King of the Eternal Night? 

OH EM GEE This tourned out so much longer then expected

https://weheartit.com/articles/321272613-to-my-dearest-friend-who-i-hurt-terribly-and-miss-so-badly?

Hi there. We've spent so much time together, yet I don't know how should I start this letter to you. I am still heartbroken now, but that doesn't matter I don't think back to the days and night we spent together, laughing and enjoying each other's company, just being ourselves and having a great time in general. Every now and then it just crosses my mind and all I get to feel is disgust for the things that I've done to you.

I'm sure you are something great and wonderful on this earth, you've been so good to me, forgave me every time I made a mistake, you've been there for me every single time, no matter how bad I hurt you or how wrong I was about the decisions I made. You have been there when things went wrong, you went through hell for me, I made you do that. Yet no matter how much pain I brought to your life you have always been there for me, you've always stayed. You have treated me like I was made of gold, like there was nothing greater than me in this world even when I let you down, even when I acted completely silly and childish ; and that says a lot about you. You accepted my flaws and you always came back, no matter how we argued and that's something very rare nowadays. Your friendship has painted glorious colors in my life and it has lifted me higher, made me see the world in a different way, it has changed me, helped me grow, it was definitely a blessing.

You may think that letting you go was something easy for me to do, or that I didn't even think about it when it happened, and I don't want to lie. That is somehow true, because when you left, I was, already, so heartbroken that I completely refused to think about it and decided to ignore it. You know I've lost two amazing persons I had in my life and it was awful, devastating for me so I was just in denial. I remember we tried to say goodbye to each other more than one time but when it actually happened, it really hurt. It was awful to see you leaving me at that time in my life, as I was still struggling to live, to cope with the great loss of a very loved and meaningful person I had in my life back then. Yet I cannot blame you for leaving me because I know at that time it was bringing you more pain than happiness seeing me in that state .

I don't think you're told how wonderful you are enough. You have so many things that distinguish you from the others, it is so cruel that you don't see that. I think most people use to take you for granted, you are much more than you actually think you are. There's no one like you. Not a single soul out of the eight billions on this earth are as tightly bound to mine as yours used to be. It's crazy how we used to share things and create wonderful memories together. You've been a great person to me, so kind, caring and patient with me, you always returned to me even when I pushed you away, and you never truly left, you always stayed there and dealt with my bullshit. I genuinely think people around you don't appreciate you enough for who you are and what you are doing for them . I know the last time we spoke your life wasn't as exciting and great as I'd want it to be, I remember a lot of shit was happening to you, yet I couldn't do anything to fix that, no matter how much I wish I could've. I truly hope that everything's fine in your life at the moment. I know you are going to meet someone else, eventually and you are going to be doing great with them. You will shine brighter than you ever did with me, while I was still in your life and I am sure of that . You've been a gift from God for me, but so much has happened and I couldn't deal with everything. I regret losing you so much but somehow I've come to realize that you had to leave because you definitely deserve so much more than I have to offer. I do believe you will meet someone else and find happiness once more.

Indeed, I never planned to let you go but unfortunately it seems that I am not the one for you.

What I would like you to understand now is that I didn’t mean to hurt you in any concrete form of the word. I am deeply sorry for the way things turned out to be, I am sorry it was impossible for us to stay friends, I am sorry I couldn't keep such a precious person in my life, I am sorry for the way I have treated you, I am sorry for falling so badly for someone that wasn't you. Never in a million years, in any condition you deserved what I have done to you and now, when I think about it, it just brings disgust and antipathy to my life. I can't bear the thought of what I did to you and how I treated such a gentle soul. Sometimes, I do hate myself and I think that I deserved losing the one I fell for so deeply. Sometimes I believe it was karma I think the worst part about words though, is that you can’t shove them back onto your mouth and down into your throat. The way it ended between us was unpredictable yet so inevitable. You are a good person and I’m sorry that there was ever a time when I did not let you live up to that standard.

I've been such a cruel woman to you, yet I acted like a kid, no one deserves to feel what I've made you feel like. You have been so kind and gentle with me, but I acted literally like the most heartless human there is, you never deserved what I did to you, and I deeply regret the moment I came back into your life and made you leave everyone for me.

There are so many reasons why I should stay out of your life now, and that's why no matter how much I will miss you, or how strong my feelings for you will be, I will never return to you considering how much pain and sorrow I bring to your life. I wish I had the right words to tell you how horrible I still feel about everything that has happened between us, but the feelings are so overwhelming that it makes me feel like I will never find the right words to describe it.

I made mistakes that were beyond stupid, I should've told you I was falling for someone else..I know that you think back to the things I've done and it makes you hate me now, I am aware of the damage that has been done but I want you to take into consideration the fact that I was damaged as well.I just want to say I'm sincerely sorry for putting you through so much shit.I thought about what I've done and it's made me miserable for the past couple of months, I just want you to know that I still do care about you and I'm not as careless as I seem. I’ve been terribly wrong to be so inconsiderate and act the way I have. It's been so hard to but all my feelings into words but I hope this will be the last time I will write or reach to you.

Finally, I am wishing you the best and I pray and believe you'll get it because you're such a fascinating person who loves so deeply and with so much passion. You have been an amazing person and I will never be able to put into words how grateful I am that once I've met you and there was a time when I had your love and friendship. Yet I took you for granted and you didn't deserve it, at all. All I've got to say in the end is that it was worth it and that over time, you will heal. Your constant tears and sadness will eventually evolve back into smiles and laughter, and please believe me when I say this, because it is not poetry. I am sure you already realized that your life does indeed move on with or without me in it. You love and you lose, but it's always for the better. It takes a lot of time to find the value in pain, but once you do, you will realize that the impact that a love has on your life will last forever.

You may have come into my life for what only felt like seconds, but you left a mark that will undoubtedly last a lifetime. I was not made for you, and how I wish you could forgive me that I couldn't lie to you, I couldn't act like everything was right when it wasn't. There was a wall between compassionate and passionate love, there was a difference between what I felt for you and what I felt for him . He hasn't stayed that much time in my life, he hasn't been there when things went wrong in my life but still I did love him with passion and that passion is never going to die. On the other hand. you did all the things he didn't. I had more time to spend with you than with him and you proved me that you're a great friend and lover and whoever gets to have you will be a very lucky person. Please understand that I will always respect you and you will always have a bit of my heart, but I couldn't have lied to you and told you I've loved you as I've loved him. These are two different types of love, yet it doesn't mean I'll ever stop caring about you.

So for that, I thank you. I wish you had stayed. but I do understand that it was meant to be this way. I thank you for teaching me so many valuable lessons, for helping me see the world in a different and better way; for appreciating the littlest things in life and for never taking things for granted again. I wish you all the best. So please, hear me out, for the last time in a lifetime: always embrace your feelings and love with all your heart, body, all your existence. Love with all your soul and mind, no matter how much it'll hurt in the end. I don't think I will ever understand the way you loved me but I am sure that it was strong and deep and beautiful. Please never try to get rid of the feelings and emotions you have in your heart, acknowledge them. Loving so deeply is what makes the one so special, pure and worthy of appreciation and respect; I strongly believe this is what makes us beautiful and passionate. I can assure you, if it'll end, you'll say to yourself "for this type of love, friendship and experiences, life is worth living" . Life is made for these beautiful, great, lovely yet very painful experiences. Love with all your soul and mind ! Your beauty will grow with the passing years as you let yourself see the charm and elegance in things, people, fall for them, and love so deeply. Always forgive and be full of passion. Please never forget the things we've done, the days and nights we spent together, the experiences we both shared and the memories we created.

And so though you may not always be in my life, it is a fact of life that most people won’t be. But to the ones who come and go, it is the ones who leave a part of them with you that matter. The ones who come and go, but also choose to allow a piece of their heart to stay forever.

"For beautiful eyes, look for the good in others; for beautiful lips, speak only words of kindness; and for poise, walk with the knowledge that you are never alone. Passion will meet love and and it will bring you to your most vulnerable state, yet it will make you feel the strongest you've ever been. You don't have to search for it, passion will find you, open your heart."

None of this will make sense cause I'm just rambling. But I doubt you're reading it anyway so fuck it

One of these days you're gonna realize that your stubborn childish defiance has dug you into a hole of compromises that you won't be able to get back out of. Idk who you're trying to prove wrong at this point. Like yeah I know you hate me, and I mean frankly idc. After the shit you did to me, I don't exactly feel bad for what I did. But I wish you'd think logically about the outcome of what you're doing. Cause I don't think there's too many positives ways for that situation to conclude. And literally I have no reason to be saying this. You make me sick every time I think about you, yet I can't stop thinking about you. So just try to at least be happy so this shit doesn't have to be completely meaningless. I'll never understand why all this happened but I swear to god if you don't at least end up being happy I'll be pissed. There are times when I hate you so much. Because I've never felt pain like this. But I also know that I've never felt pain like this because I never loved like that before. I fucked it up and that's my own fault. And I'm honestly so pissed at you for lying to me because if you had just been honest I wouldn't have been so crazy and I wouldn't have done so much stupid shit out of hurt and confusion. It was so unfair of you to lie to me about that. The whole time I was only going crazy because nothing made sense. If I had known the truth, it would have hurt for a little while and I would have gotten over it. And the person I care about more than anything in the world might not hate me rn. Idk if you think I enjoyed hurting you but I didn't.. I wish I had never told your parents about you smoking and I wish none of the other stuff had happened either. But I just couldn't control myself. I'd never felt like that before. You deserve to be happy and I hope you are. Like seriously, I hope you find a way to be with Andrew and I hope you guys turn out to be perfect for each other. I never wanted to hurt you, and I know I can never repair the damage I've caused. But I'll always be thinking about you, and I pray for you all the time. You deserve the world Yukari, and I hope he gives it to you.