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It’s possible to disagree with Anders and Solas but simultaneously go to war for them cuz you have a type:
Mentally Unstable Glowy Mage Husband.
It’s actually pissing me the fuck off that Aaron is being used and paraded around like a fucking object by these entitled and useless rich ass mages.
Aaron Stewart is a kid. He’s not your hope. He’s not your hero. He’s not your magical savior. He’s a fucking orphan that just wants to live a good life.
Fuck all y’all for taking advantage of him like this.
2009: alchemical vandalism and chaos magick exploration of introduction liber null and Psychonaut as a teenager
INTRO: PSYCHOTIC BITCH
this is scribed out of my teenage diary when I first acquired the book Liber Null and Psychonaut as a high schooler with a rebel spirit and petulant for chaos, destruction and lack of any consequence (and a high tendency for psychic events but I had atheist parts who programmed me to disbelieve in my spiritism roots).:
*** If you read, you'll judge.
SO FUCK OFF. 22/2/09 Incessant, consistent bordering temperamental, unpredictable A BLUR: If I have to choose a collection of adjectives to describe the onset of this year, those would be my chosen few. CHAOS. Regardless of the rollercoaster worthy joy start + my chin is well above the ground and my heart is still beating heavily. I DEFY ALL SCIENCE. I SHOULDN'T BE ALIVE. If I rewound the tick-tock clock and set it to playback the events of the past seven months, plus add a vile and disruptive little monster who cunningly asks the -7 month ago me whether she'd picture her circumstance to be drawn the way it is at current, I would of honestly told that rude and intrusive little monster that I would be a world away from here. DEAD. Regardless, I'm glad of the insipid destination which I've landed in. I spent the first 44 days of this year off my head on drugs. EMPLOYED TO SELF-DESTRUCT AT ANY AND ALL COSTS. Even while I study and work. You want to know the truth though? I feel like I've been reborn. Despite my "oh-so-obvious" junkie quota being fulfilled, I am more mentally stable than I've been in a very long time. Lie out my tarot cards and offer me a million dollars to reveal my future and I'll still tell you to fuck off. Fate isn't real. Nothing can be predetermined. Time is interchangeable and a flexible masterpiece. Anything is possible, this rollercoaster ride is becoming more wild by the macro-second. The tunnel we're lurching through is poisoned with pitch-black inevitability. I am my own god, don't try and bring me down with a kingdom of deceit. This isn't real This isn't real This isn't REAL This isn't REAL. ASHAMED. Time goes to waste
Ashamed is something that I've scrunched up and thrown away into the past.
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accidental recovery arose from this period of intentional self-annihilation.
From the intentional 'dark night of the soul' induced psychotic to a psychonaut via the process of psycho-alchemy.
PSYCHOTIC BITCH, diary, journal, crazy, madness and mysticism, writing
Drew my Shadowrunner, Loki, again. I really like how my style has evolved this past year
Do not use without my permission || Do not repost
It seemed for a moment that the choice was more significant than it seemed. He could still turn back now. Heck, he could even open up a portal on the floor, drop in, and slip quietly away from her life before she even knew he existed. Out of all the probabilities, he had not seen her coming. The significance of the threshold gnawed at his soul. But he wasn’t one to shy away, especially with fate goading him so eagerly. He sighed and stepped forward into the Great Hall.
She looked up, and when their eyes met he saw in one great gasp all at once the reason why he was here. He saw the war. He saw her great wings of fire. Phoenix Queen. Risen from her own ashes. Dragon Slayer. He saw all of it, and he saw into the beyond. He shook with panic. He wanted to claw out a portal, desperately. He wanted to turn back but he could not move. Her eyes were so big and brown and beautiful. He already knew what her lips tasted like–he had seen the end of his life reflected in her eyes.
got idea for some magic
