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callmeunstable · 4 years

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Angels & Demons - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Characters: Reader, Godling, Healer

Summary: She finds herself in the middle of a unknown forest after falling asleep. It seems like a normal forest until she gets to meet a mystical creature that welcomes her in a different world.

Warnings: Monsters, Cursing, Blood

Words: 2.000+

A/N: Hey! This is the second part of my The Witcher Fic. I accidentally deleted this part so I had to reupload ot. Yes I cried, but thankfully I still had the draft saved on my laptop.

Disclaimer: GIF’s and PNG’s are taken from Tumblr and are not mine! Credits to the creators!

Tags: @marvelbrat @charliestuff

Song: I couldn’t find the original one sooo

Absently, Alva wondered if most of the monsters were meant to be as beautiful and kind as James, or if this one was an exception to the rule, her mind struggled to hold on to one thought, with a whole new world opening in front of her.

“I know the healer of the village on the other side of the forest. She’s nice. She brings fruits to me from time to time. She will help you.” James hopped in front of her leading the way out of the woods.

She couldn’t believe anything her eyes captured. There are bad creatures. According to the Godling, there are a lot of them. The boy explained to her, that “Drowners” inhabit both natural and artificial bodies of water, from rivers and lakes to mill ponds and city sewers. It is commonly thought that these creatures are drowned men, somehow arisen from the dead to prey on the living. This opinion is as widespread as it is false, for the beasts are another post-Conjunction relict.

She couldn’t believe that this Godling just was a boy but knowing such crucial things about this life. She remembered James talking about the powers he has, that’s how he was able to save her.

“Hey, play some more of your music, please? I love the sound of it and we have to walk some time.” The Godling begged and gave his best puppy face.

She grabbed her phone and she had an idea. Maybe she was able to call or text her dad? Letting him know she’s okay. She wasn’t sure if this was the best idea she ever had, but still better than making him believe she was dead.

No signal. Of course.

“Music, please.”

She pressed the icons on her phone monotonously and a random song started playing.

“Oh dear, oh dear, I’m sorry

That you grew up so soon

A cold year and no high school parties

I’ve been drinking alone

Oh, I’ve been drinking alone”

“A blessing to my ears. What's the name of this bard?” The Godling started dancing along while walking in front of the girl.

“What is a bard?” These questions came automatically out of her mouth, wanting to know everything about this world.

Knowledge is power. Even in a world like this. If she knows what she has to be careful about, she can start to protect herself.

“You know the man and women writing songs and these lovely texts of legends, stories of their personal experiences, or their imaginations. I don’t care what they are about. I care about the melodies. I love the tunes.” James seemed to drift off in a state where he was admiring the artists and musicians at this time the whole way out of the woods.

He specifically talked about a Bard called Priscilla. A young woman famous for her poetry.

“So, don't fear, don’t fear their warnings

They’re bitterer than most

4 years of driving across the country

For empty seats at their shows

And they’ve been drinking alone.”

Less and fewer trees came along their way and after some more minutes, a village became visible. Still far away but the girl decided to turn off the music which was rewarded with an angry look of the Godling.

“Her cottage isn’t in the village. It's right here!”

He took a sharp turn between some trees and as told, a small cabin was revealed in front of them. It was old. Looked like a typical middle-aged, self-made cottage. Random kinds of stones were piled upon each other, connected by something that seemed to be a kind of cement. A small chimney was built on top and was busy blowing smoke out of it.

“Savilla! I want to show you, my new friend.” The boy shouted and Alva begged it was quiet enough so no one around could hear them. She wasn’t ready to meet anyone in this world, at least for now.

The old wooden door of the cottage opened and a middle-aged woman stepped out of the house. She was beautiful. Her Long black hair was braided down to the small waist of hers. Her long dress was colored with a dark wood green tone. A small V-neck covered her chest mostly and the butterfly sleeves made her look like a princess. A less fancy princess but a gorgeous one.

“Hello, my lovely James. How can I help you today?” Savilla had a warm smile on her face and holding her arms out for e hug.

The Godling happily jumped into her arms, to just leave them a couple of seconds later to point hysterically at Alva.

“This is my friend Alva. She got lost in my forest and a Drowner hit her. I think shes not from hear so she needs your help.”

Savilla laid her eyes on the small girl for the first time. Silently analyzing every single part of her. At this moment Alva realized that she was a unicorn in this world. Her clothes looked completely different from Safillas and James’. She was wearing a red lumberjacket that revealed her sports bra. Some pair of sporty leggings rested on her legs and short sneakers tied on her feet. Her favorite outfit for hiking. At least her fake leather bag seemed to fit the surroundings.

It wasn’t hard to tell that if the person in front of her wasn’t a cosplayer of Lord of the Rings, she had to be stuck in some kind of middle age century.

“Yes, she's not from here. I can tell.” The firm look of the women changed into a friendly smile. “Come in, I think it’s the best if no one sees you like this.”

Both Alva and James entered the cabin. Inside it was beautiful. Flower and herbs were growing every in countless pottery. An out of stone made kitchen area filled the rest of the room with a cozy fireplace at the opposite wall. Different kinds of fabric and papers stuck to the wall. It was filled with colors and smells that made you feel instantly relaxed, at least if you’re a person like Alva.

“You don’t seem to be in a lot of pain.”, stated Safilla while grabbing a wooden chair and placing it in front of her, guiding her to sit down.

“It’s pretty numb right now. It was worse about an hour ago.” Alva tried to give off a normal impression. But what is normal in this world.

er “That what I was inferred already. You seem to be in shock. Your body numbed itself to protect you from the pain.” While investigating the big scratch she explaining typical injuries caused by Drowners.

“You’re lucky that you had James by your side. He’s a loyal soul.” The healer tossed an apple to the boy who caught it happily.

Savilla mixed some unfamiliar herbs and bandaged it up with a clean cloth.

“It should heal fast, it's not a deep cut. You are lucky.”

The women put everything back in place and then grabbed a stool herself.

“Where are you from?”, she asked.

Where was she from actually? Maybe similar countries still exist?

“Originally my family comes from Sweden but I live in the USA at the moment.” The girl explained but ended up not receiving the reaction she wanted.

“I never heard of a place like that. I traveled a lot through Cintra, Temeria, and Lyria. How did you end up here?”

The girl got quiet. She didn’t want to cause any trouble. She was a stranger to this world. How much corruption was she able to cause?

Alva felt a hand on her shoulder. Savilla gently pat her and gave her a motherly smile.

“Look dear, I’m not here to hurt you. I can see you disturbed, even traumatized. You have no idea how you got access to this world, have you?”

The girl started to tear up and found herself in a warm hug of the healer. She couldn’t help herself but at this moment everything that was built up throughout the day suddenly burst out of her.

Every breath felt like acid burning heart throat, inflaming her lungs. Her heart felt like somebody was squeezing out every single emotion trapped in there. Like a sharp blade that is cutting straight through her chest.

“Mark my words, one day will come when you finally realize that fate is inevitable. One day you will get passed all this pain and realize it was a lesson learned for a better future, for a better you. You believe that this was an accident. But in our world, everything happens for a reason.” Savilla didn’t break the contact because she knew that this girl needed it. This wasn’t the first time something like this happened. The same happened decades ago. When the monsters first got into this dimension.

“I can teach you if you let me.”

Alva lifted her head and looked at the healer.

“I can teach you how to survive in this world until we figure it a way how to get you back. You just need to let me help you.”

“How do you know?” The girl was confused, more confused than she was, to begin with. How much does this woman know?

“This is not the first time a portal opened on accident. What we need to figure out is, if this indeed was an accident or if you have a mission you have to fulfill. I will help you. That’s my duty. Let me explain. I’m a mage.”

Savilla explained to Alva that mages are basically what she knows as a witch. Only rare individuals have the potential to become mages and many of those with this potential are doomed to madness. Unless the individual in question - known as a source - learns to control their power quickly, he or she may end up a half-insane, slobbering oracle. That is why schools of sorcery were created, where talented children study for many years, acquiring knowledge and mastering magical skills. Because of their powers, mages age more slowly than ordinary people. Savilla herself attended a school called Aretuza. But she didn’t believe in their morals so she left and lives on her own.

Mages can extract magical energy from the four elements, transport themselves long distances and heal, as well as kill, in the blink of an eye. They have extensive scientific and political knowledge; in the latter respect, many mages are the equals of rulers.

A witch that is connected so some kind of rule book.

“Know you know about me, but for now we need to get you out of your clothes. They reveal your true identity. There are people out there who will view you as dangerous and they’ll get scared. We need to give you a new persona. But for now, let’s start easy. No one will look for you because James took care of that. New clothes will at least give you the appearance of our dimension.”

Savilla walked in a different room and you could her searching sounds. Fabrics got thrown around after her steps came closer again.

As she walked into the room she showed off a dress similar to hers. The dress was white and it had some floral symbols embroidered in the fabric. Her sleeves were also long and wide, almost touching the ground. The White of the dress was mostly protected by a moss green light coat that had a corset on the front. The white dress was strapless but unseen due to the green coat. On top of that Savilla brought her some flat sandals.

“I can give you some pants to wear underneath the dress if you’d like. Is more efficient when you have to move quickly.” The mage was happy she could assist that young girl. She finally had a purpose to assist to.

Alva only nodded along, speechless by the kindness the woman was offering her.

Savilla walked up to her with a hairbrush and put her hair into different styles. “And maybe we can do something with your hair, putting it up or braid-“, she hesitated the moment when she was putting her hair up. “I think it looks fitting already.”

Quickly brushing Alva's hair down again.

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comfyspookyburrito · 3 years

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My new year’s resolution. (I should’ve posted this earlier this year.)

Hello, sorry I haven’t been active lately or live streamed. I needed to take time off to reflect the rough start we all had in this new year .

Well, let me discuss everything I want done before 2022 in a long ass blogpost. Yes I still use Tumblr.

IRL:

1 - Become as smarter as possible through those “school subjects” I neglected when I was a kid. Maybe study music, Japanese or game dev shit.

2- Workout and hopefully get results within the next 2 years. I’m pretty fucking convinced that it takes 3 years to go from toothpick to normal strong and 5 for more. You can’t convince me unless I work my body hard, long enough to see for myself.

3 - get in touch with friends I know and bond with all my family buds while I still can, and study a lot of shit too.

On the internet:

1 - Compare myself to other artists, serious long art practice until the end of the year.

2 - Remake all of my deleted content including stuff made on steam.

3 - Break the mold and actively engage conversations with communities all over again. DeviantArt, discord, twitter, YouTube, twitch.

4 - No more friends on the internet. I have plenty in real life. Anybody who indulges toxicity because of this. I’ll just tell them to go outside and make some friends.

4. Number four, DO NOT listen to the things I crossed off, I am going through my history of bad comments and remarks in order to speak the truth. During times like this I was insecure and taking it out on people for no reason.

“Explaining reasons why I chose these goals for 2021.”

When I was still a kid in high school, I always felt a part of me was empty. To this day I’m embarrassed whenever I think about how skinny wand stupid I am. I refuse to stick with a low school IQ or stay weak.

In real life I am going to gain muscle, and study everything I should have done before I graduated. I’ll likely never go to a college ever again. So I at least want to appear smart like everyone else. Gaining muscle, regardless if it will only make my issues worse. It will help me feel that I can prolong my life being healthy.

I also want to take a moment and pay my respect to my grandmother and grandfather, no longer here on earth. They’re final words and moments that I saw has left a life lasting message that I will fulfill this year. Even if it kills me I won’t be satisfied again until I fill that emptiness absent in my childhood.

ANYWAY! ON TO THE INTERNET!

I want to become a game developer and make a good game before the end of my life. With that said here is all the context you need to catch up on me.

I deleted all of my past encounters and work online from embarrassment and I want to keep that aspect of my life away from everyone. I don’t want to be known today as the person I was ten years ago. People need to believe that it is possible for someone to change. It’s crucial to my life here on out that I prove my worth now, not 10 years ago.

Even without words, I know how much some of my work felt to others and how much it saddens them to see that investment gone.

Rather than just copy and reupload shit, why not go further? I could use this opportunity to build my new image, as SpookyBurrito, a distinctive style. Remake and bring new quality into these old ass, pngs.

Speaking of change, I was in a few communities years ago and for a while thought nothing could go wrong. But it’s clear in 2021. I don’t belong in any of these communities ever again.

It would be wiser to find new hurdles to tread. Take risks. Even if I make new enemies, it would be worth it so much to find new people that can relate or even reason with me to begin with. Maybe I’m not the only person on earth that likes for example, the Moe Mekuri games. A whole trilogy on steam that I would love to invest and get good at. If you don’t like lewd content, the ost’s, visuals, and gameplay will leave a very long fantastic impression.

Lastly, I want to address something. I’m not a shy person anymore. I’m not a goody two-shoe’s, and while I can be a jackass at times, I’m not a troll, attention seeker, or trouble maker.

I will call out anybody scummy enough that deserves to be exposed. I don’t care about cancel culture at all, I give no fucks. It will have no affect on me if anybody stops caring about me on twitter or whatever shit on social media. But I won’t tolerate any pathetic activity online. I don’t have to say anything. You know who you are. Idiots who never learn and laugh at any pain they poke at with a drill, keep their distance, if I find fucked up people, fucking run from me.

But don’t take it the wrong way, I have no hate or ill if I don’t want friends online. Mutual relationships should be perfectly normal for any adult in 2021.

(I’m perfectly fine with chatting and having fun playing games together with anybody, add me on steam and shit. Just please, don’t get attached to anybody over the internet. Trust me. Months of agony over assholes online you once trusted is not worth it. It’s for your own good.)

(5/29/2023 edit)

The entire topic of relationships and this last part is completely false and inaccurate. I made a lot of false judgements and accusations after a time I needed to recover. The reason I am saying this now, is because this line towards how you should feel on the internet is total bullshit.

I would never, condone anyone to adopt that behavior, just because there are people out there that can take advantage of you, does not mean that they are bad people, meanwhile anyone online who HAS went too far to a point that other people who share such extreme problems when it comes to bad people who would advise you to stay away from them is the only time you should ever feel mutual towards someone, hating terrible people is normal.

There is NOTHING wrong with getting in a friendship with someone across the world, and it can lead to a healthy lifestyle. I have no other words than to openly express yourself because that’s human nature, and following anything said I crossed out is only going to isolate you into a toxic lifestyle.

If you want to be my friend and you want me to be yours, that is ok, I’m not going to deny that anymore. But please remember that this is something you have to earn. Have patience, show your true feelings and express your passions, and don't let anyone try discourage you.

These are not words I came up with, this is something I’ve been told over the course of my life with close peers, who have taught me this. That is how you become a better person.

And one more thing to point out. I am not a person who judges or discriminates anyone for any reason at all. I have a very high tolerance towards trolling and even negative emotions in general. I’m ok if people treat me like shit because I’m old enough to handle it. But just like everyone else, if you push my buttons, I may have to push yours too, something else I’ve learned, I’ve even been told that it’s called karma.

Thank you for reading this long update, sorry I couldn’t post it sooner. I have plenty of content in store for this year, most of it I haven’t even talked about.

#blog post #rant #be nice #the world needs #good people #thank you #i'm sorry

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rowenrph · 4 years

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What’s Your Number - Oliver Jackson-Cohen.

720p. 110 png imgs. This film produced very little usable footage, at least as far as my son is concerned. I’m so sorry for that. Reblog if you use. Credit if you reupload.

Download.

#what's your number screen caps #oliver jackson cohen screencaps #oliver jackson cohen #movie screencaps #screencaps #( my caps. )#m.

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19cats · 5 years

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Honey lip gloss png reupload!

Like or reblog if used :)

The last png wasn’t working for me so I reuploaded just in case it wasn’t working for everyone else. So sorry I didn’t check it before I posted it the first time <3

#aesthetic #moodboard pngs #pngs #moodboard #png aesthetic #clothing pngs #png

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pyxiidis · 6 years

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SIM DUMP #5 - I GUESS YOU GUYS LIKE MY SIMS

Per usual sorry for taking 50 years to gather this stuff together. I do a lot of personal edits to cc and forget later that I did them so there may be a few things that don’t quite appear As Pictured™ but nothing should be drastically different.

Yui Arimura (top left)

painter extraordinaire | family oriented, perfectionist, creative

cc list » defaults: 1, 2, 3 / eyes / eyelashes / skin details: 1 (DNA), 2 (used in multiple slots), 3 (nosemask) / hair + ombre / teeth* / eyeshadow / eyeliner (siampop eyeliner) / blush / lips (gloss them up low opacity) / necklace / tattoo / top / bottom (C&D) / tights / shoes

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*To have these appear exactly as pictured delete all swatches and replace with a blank png, then the teeth will pick up your defaults instead. Tutorial here for those having trouble.

Cyun “CJ” Aijuru* (top right)

top-class scientist** | genius, slob, childish

cc list » defaults: 1, 2, 3, 4 / eyelashes / skintone / skin details: 1, 2 (DNA), 3 (used in multiple slots), 4, 5 (nosemask) / hair / teeth (simshini’s do ya thing) / eyeliner / blush / lips / facepaint / tattoo / top (GTW) / bottoms (GT) / tights (GTW)

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*CJ is an alien and installing her into a game without GTW may cause unexpected results(?). For simplicity’s sake I left the items on her disguise sim BG and you can dress her up however you like.

**The top-class scientist career is a custom one.

Tessa Faraday (bottom left)

friend of the animals | unflirty, bookworm, loves outdoors

cc list » defaults: 1, 2, 3, 4 / eyelashes / skin details: 1 (remain unnamed), 2 (nosemask), 3 (face), 4, 5, 6 (nosemask), 7 / hair / teeth (simshini perfectly crooked) / eyeshadow / eyeliner / blush (#2) / lips (auksjon low opacity) / earrings / bracelet (OR) / top (candy palette) / bottom (mei overalls) / knee bandage

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Freya Kidd (bottom right)

soulmate | gloomy, foodie, jealous

cc list » defaults: 1, 2, 3, 4 / eyelashes / skin details: 1, 2, 3 (overlay), 4 (nosemask), 5, 6, 7 / hair (love crater hair in WH extras) + ombre / brows (eyebrow freedom, WH extras) / teeth + acc fangs / eyeshadow / eyeliner (siampop eyeliner) / blush / lips (kiss) / tattoo / earrings / necklace (GTW) / tights (siampop tights) / shoes

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Please don’t reupload them or claim them as your own, and if you use any of them as a base please give credit. ♥

#ts4 #s4cc #sim download #x

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