#write blr

[moon-scriptures]

Marred Scars

Summary: Chihiro is fighting against the trauma sorcerer and when you are struck - he comforts you. Fem reader x Chihiro

At first glance, even without knowing him at first - everyone knew Chihiro Rokuhira is as stoic and calm as a rock. Basing is work and identity solely upon vengeance also doesn’t convince many that he seemed very friendly. Though, it was different for you. You had the premium access to his personality.

Sauntering cautiously down the street with Char's little hand in yours - you were tasked with protecting her and letting her get some air after a strenuous food run. Even Char, the naïve and cheery young girl was on guard, tailing behind you - as her hand felt a little more clammy than usual.

The tall buildings encase the two of you in, as figures jumped from the tops of them ready to pounce.

A gasp ripped out of Char's throat as you followed suit. Noticing the malice intentions of the people up above. They were about to take Char. Having no time to dodge, you maneuvered your way through the cramped alley with Char barely managing to hold onto your hand. The figures kept coming, as you felt two legs kick back into your lower spine - dismantling your ability to walk or fight back. One foot stomping onto the hand that put all your strength into holding Char close - involuntarily let go with a sting of pain your tried to fight off.

Desperate shrieks came from Char as she tried to squirm out of their harsh grip; despite failing.

Bleary, cloudy drops took over your eyesight as they dropped down onto the pavement in front of you as you felt the next harsh blow of pain come from the men that detained Char.

The reality that is served right in front of you felt too real - until it swirled and distorted into another scene completely. Char's screams melted into ones that sounded too different and too… personalised. This now reality felt to similar and familiar for it to be real. Your heartrate had bursted into smithereens as for some reason an incident you had sworn to erase from your memory had come rummaging back to you. A single tap from one of the men that had harmed you, put you into this bleary state.

The same pure, melting emotion came pelting back at you once more - in the form of raw unfiltered hurt. You couldn’t control it, or stop it; and you most certainly couldn’t control Char getting kidnapped. Your lungs were about to burst, until a warm touch on your shoulder had subsided a little bit of the hurt. The pain and images that were shown inside of your mind felt too real, until they became blurry and less believable. Sadly, your trauma wasn’t as empowering or motivating as it could have been.

"Hey." A husky voice came from above you, one that had been an octave softer than the voices of yelling men. Chihiro.

His warm palm melted into your shoulder and absorbed your conscience back into reality again. As your eyes were desperate to catch up to the scene in front of you, his palm stayed stagnant where it was.

You were met with a face touched with a white marred scar that was unique to Chihiro. A rare, soft smile peeking out from his lips as he realised you were okay.

The air that escaped from your lungs had been sucked back in again, as you scrambled to form words.

"Th-they caught Char! And I couldn't do anything…" You breathed out as you took his hand to stand up again.

Chihiro didn’t seem upset, nor resentful. Only calm patience graced his beautiful features as your heart braced for the comfort that he would soon bring.

"It wasn't your fault, you were outnumbered and didn’t have your sword." he calmly stated - he didn’t think this was plain comfort, rather a statement of facts to calm you down. He doesn’t realise how kind he is considering he thinks he is the kind of guy who wakes up with a fresh brew of hatred every day.

With your legs shaking, obviously telling you to rest - your body slumped against his in an emotion of defeat and love. Your Chihiro.

Even though this dilemma isnt solved yet, you at least had him - and that was all that really registered to you in this current moment.

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A quick life update: I am extremely happy because I have a lot on at the moment - so I am surprised I have the time to write this. Thank you for over 1K+ interactions with my Zuko fanfic as well!

[daydreamingaurora]

im coughing intensely on all the things i couldn’t be

[tinydreams14]

Grateful people always encounter ungrateful people.

-nuzhat

[lubileaf]

(Author's note: While this is a story with my OC's, this isn't connected to anything else that I have done. Dont feel like you have to go digging for context! Just enjoy~)

Spring had tugged Aspen outside today.

He followed the stone path from his dorm to the flower meadow, leather bag clutched in hand. Thankfully he could get schoolwork completed this morning.

He plopped down in the grass and pulled out a notebook. Pages flipped and threaded through his fingers, some covered in scratched out drawings and scattered lines.

Aspen couldn't draw like Jolie.

He sighed and crossed his legs, gazing far off. Land rose in front of him and formed into a gentle hill. Millions of flowers littered the soft green and brushed up against Aspen's bare feet.

He was inspired.

Charcoal pencil in hand, he began to write. He described the scenery and how it spoke to him; how it treated his eyes and resfreshed his senses.

Soon Aspen's page was filled with words. He leaned back and was satisfied. Cool air came through his nose and funneled throughout his body, peace settling in.

"Yah!" Jolie pounced on his shoulders, his bright features intruding Aspen's vision.

"Ugh you ruined it," Aspen sat up and rubbed his face, hunching over in frustration.

"Ruined what?" Jolie sat down and wedged his book bag between his knees, digging through it.

"I probably could have fallen asleep," Aspen pursed his lips. Jolie titled his head in acknowledgement but made no further comment. Instead he tossed an orange into Aspen's hands.

"I brought a snack," Jolie peeled his own quite vigorously. "I figured you'd be up here."

"Yeah well... there's not much more school now," Aspen popped an orange slice onto his tounge, relishing the sweetness. "Where do you get these?"

"From the orchard," Jolie grinned. "And your right; only a few more exams and we're done. We'll still live here though." He sighed and stared intently at the fruit in his hands, half peeled.

"I don't mind," Aspen had finished his and sat back on his hands. "I like it here." He closed his eyes and smiled to himself. A fresh breeze swept over the boys, ruffling their hair.

Jolie eventually ate his orange and began to draw. He sketched tall, white flowers that bore a slight tinge of pink. Only a pencil was at his disposal which was saddening. He wished he had some paints and colors to fully capture the sight. Perhaps he would do so in the dorms.

Aspen lay back on the grass now with sunlight bouncing along his face. Jolie looked at the boy, dark hair spilling down in waves. The blonde brushed back his own to focus on his artwork.

After a while he had filled the entire page with intricate petals and grasses of all kinds, wrist aching. He swiveled to show Aspen, only to find the boy sprawled out in sleep. Smiling fondly, he left the bag contents on the ground and leaned over to lay beside Aspen.

His narrow chest rose every few seconds, matching gracefully with soft breathing. His rich, ash freckles became more prominent in the sun's warmth, scattered lazily like chicken grain. Jolie rested his cheek on his hands and grew weary. Soon he sunk into sleep, the world bleeding into color and blurred shapes.

They slept together for a while.

[ddoubleblindd]

When Matt realizes there's a camera in the iPaw.

Grab your iPaw and pick up your new weekend read!

Thanks so much to maonshady for the incredible artwork!

[promptsstuff]

#Blog 21

(Life)

Biggest motivation in life - we have wake up, we are alive. Life is motivation, we can do the whole sort of thing if alive.

When feel demotivated, just look yourself in the mirror. Feel the life.

So let's do it.......

[actually-the-antichrist]

Blog Intro (old ver Oct 8th 2022)

about time I finally organized this lol

Hello friends and enemies. My name is Dionysus/Denise (all pronouns) and this is where I put stuff related to my writing / polytheism / Classics / theology. 

I post and reblog things related to Hellenic polytheism, Chinese folk religion, early Christianity, and occasionally witchcraft. I share my own creative writing pieces or essays related to these topics, and I also reblog academia and Classics related things or the occasional research article. 

I’m currently a college student studying in the States (I am from China), and I made this blog to engage with the online Polytheism community. In my personal projects, I am very interested in theology & philosophy and am attempting to build one regarding polytheism. I’m a big fan of interfaith activity and am quite eclectic in my practice. I’m not a big neo-platonist; I lean heavily on post-modernism/ psychanalysis/ queer theory in my theological thinking. I’m currently attempting (and failing) to study Ancient Greek. I’m very open to any kinds of asks on any of the topics of interest, or just random stuff. 

Polytheism-wise, I’m devoted to Dionysus, and engage a lot with Apollo, though a lot of deities are in my life. I also love engaging with Satyrs in terms of their creative power. Personally, I find Freud very Bacchic, and I think Foucault was possibly the Pythia (yes, Foucault, prophecize the fall of western civilization, do it). Gnostically, I identify with the demiurge because of my being a writer (yes this is a very serious blog as you can tell). Politically, I am an Anarchist and that makes me the spiciest Zeus worshipper alive.

So there, take my belated self introduction. Feel free to reach out if you want to make friends (or enemies, both are acceptable). Love you all. 

[daydoodlingco]

love yourself for your flaws, not in spite of them.

i have never loved bits and pieces of a person, wishing i could just discard the rest. my love is whole, given to an entire person, everything included. our flaws and our beauty come together as a package, inseparable; no one should ever be expected to sieve out parts of themselves for anyone else.

in truth, it's the tiny imperfections that make a person who they are. i find it endearing that my boyfriend often speaks just a little too loud indoors, or that he beats an egg with a spoon (why not use a fork you big buffoon?). i love how my best friend fails to notice details and is one big unobservant, gullible mess, because it makes surprising her so much easier.

and in turn, i try to give that same love to myself, for all of my curves and divets i wish i could just trim off, for my clumsy hands that are always capable of breaking something (always), for the chaotic but beautiful mind i can never seem to switch off. i love myself wholeheartedly, and that includes all of my flaws, each and every one of them.