Peaceful Sleep
Spell Bag for restful, quality sleep. Can be left under your pillow, next to or under your bed - you can even hold it as you fall asleep.
Chamomile (relaxation and balance)
Lavender (calm and sleep)
Rosemary (protection and sleep)
Grass (psychic powers/dreams)
Salt (cleanse)
Amethyst (peace and protection)
Smokey quartz (removes negative energy)
Intention
Substitute or exclude anything as you need.
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I think the concept of fictional characters breaking the fourth wall to find out about their own ships is always funny, but I need you to imagine lawlight learning about lawlight for a second. Light's face goes completely blank save for a violent eye twitch while he internally cycles through all five stages of grief and at least 10 emotions not yet recognised by the field of psychology within a matter of seconds, after which he plasters on a very strained polite smile and asks what "law" stands for in the most fake saccharine voice you've ever heard. L tries to murder Light with his bare hands. Light decks L in the face while getting choked out and weasels away, politely excusing himself for a minute, then L drops dead immediately after. Love loses, roll credits
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Contact Other Plane really is such a perfect wizard and warlock spell, because it truly encapsulates the hubris of those classes. It's the most extreme "fuck around and find out" spell. It's like, you can make a collect call out of this world. You might get some answers, but you also might go insane for trying it. You'll be fine in the morning, though. You will learn nothing from this experience.
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Hi i just want to share my iterator oc: Dystopian Arbitrary Endless Possibilities !! uhh at the moment there isnt much about him yet but he's basically an iterator who could see through the possibilities of the future and what awaits them there. thus being named 'endless possibilities'. but with this gift comes with a price and after the ancients left all of them to rot solve the great problem many iterators came for him, seeking for answers, desperate to be reassured that there might be hope for all of them and well.. lets say dystopia gave them their answers alright and neither of them are prepared to face what really awaits them out there
ok ignore how lazy the description is LMAO ill fix that once im motivated enough so uhh have this for now
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sketched some super powered teens for a MASKS ttrpg I'm gonna run for some friends.
not my characters but they are my children. in order:
Adrian/The Doomed (@dallieart)
Eridani/The Outsider (@ninjanissie)
Amber/The Transformed (Rii)
Westley/The Delinquent (@chasewalk)
Sydnee/The Protege (@chiazartz)
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Make Princess Celestia the big bad of your Mage the Awakening Campaign you cowards
Anything that enough people think about hard enough has a reflection in astral space.
Lots of people have thought very hard about MLP, whose Icon/Reflection is presumably Princess Celestia
The Bronie fandom is now fading, potentially risking the existence of Princess Celestia the MLP astral icon
As a powerful geotia, she's both incentivised and able to manipulate the material world to ensure she continues to exist.
Rather then some boring abyssal entity, your big bad can be a magical pony god trying to mind control everyone on earth into becoming dangerously extreme fans of MLP.
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Give me a post canon Neku that's ever so slightly Spooky.
When he moves through the crowds on the street, there is a little bubble of space around him. Unconsciously, people step aside to give him room to pass. You can track him even in a throng of people, just by the small parting of the masses, the one man gap of space that naturally forms around him, as the citizens of Shibuya feel something mighty moving among their midst.
His pockets constantly jingle with pins. Every promotional button, every limited-time swag, he collects almost without thinking, fidgeting with them as he talks. It seems like he carries his entire collection on him at all times, more than it seems can even physically fit in his pockets.
He sees people on the streets that no one else can see. He'll give them a little nod, a look of sympathy, and, occasionally, toss a pin from his seemingly never-ending collection to them. For just a second, there's someone visible, like the sheer act of being acknowledged by the Legendary Player raises them a frequency or two, bringing them just a little closer to this plane. Then you blink and they're gone. Faded back into the hustle and bustle of the city like they were never there at all.
He's somehow a regular at every shop, every restaurant. Locals recognize him, greet him like an old friend. This isn't exactly weird, per se, but what is weird is he can't be more than twenty. How does he even have the time to become a fixture at every hotspot in town? When he walks into a cafe, the staff instantly knows what he's going to order. But if you ask, the cashier will look puzzled, and tell you, in an almost confused admission, that they don't think he's ever been here before today.
He'll answer questions without you even having to ask them. He'll respond to unvoiced thoughts, back of the mind though jumbles, know exactly what you're trying to say even if you can't fit it into words. Sometimes, he'll tilt his head, like he's listening to some distant music, and in that moment you're not entirely sure he isn't reading your mind.
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