#arisprite

Faces and Hands from 2024! I'm very proud of the progress!

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OH MY GOODNESS?!?! You are too kind, and I'm literally tickled right now because honest to god I LOVE your art/your style. I will buy it, I promise lmfao!!! It would be put in its own little protective frame and everything and go on my DBDA display!!!! 😭💜

Idk what I'm asking specifically, but I would love to know m9re about how you came to look at things this way and how you use it in the day-to-day practice!

Thank you for your time!

Heya!

When I started really thinking about the elements I was drawn to things that I interacted with on a daily basis to make it easier to incorporate into my day to day practice (ie: thinking about things and stuff)

I think I went into this a bit more on this post but I broke them down into three categories: The Touchables, The Untouchables, and The Effectors. Touchables is pretty standard as it encompasses the elements you can reach out and touch. I mark them as Fire, Water, Air and Earth (Disclaimer: Fire Hot. Please don't touch fire okay? lol) but these are the elements you can actually touch and have a physical reaction register as you connect with them.

Untouchables are the elements are kind of a mixture between the effectors and the touchables as they CAN effect you but you cannot reach out and touch them the same way you could the first set.I mark them as Light, Dark, Time and Space. These are more sensations as you can feel the presence of Light or the absence of it in Darkness. You are aware of the passage of Time and your presence in a physical Space that your body occupies.

Effectors are the elements that can change the directions of a person's path but cannot be truly influenced by a practitioner overall. I mark them as Luck, Fate, Order and Chaos. They effect and influence the way our lives go. It can be tricky to discern between them when starting out: Was it Luck or Fate that you met the right person at the right time to get the job of your dreams? Do your rituals for your practice really need to follow the Order of the steps as written or would you get the same result winging it in the Chaos?

As for how I work with them it's very casually. Mostly notating how and when I feel them around me in my day to day life. Sometimes its squinting into the halogen light bulbs at work (or admiring the chandeliers) the quiet that takes over in the dark when I curl up in bed with my Kindle to read before bed. The whoomph of my gas stove lighting up, or sitting on my front porch swing to listen to the rain. the uneven rocks under my bare feet as I go to check the mail to the whips of wind that race along the parking lot as I walk to my car after my shift at work.

To me the elements are a lot of little experiences adding up over time and the balances they maintain when working all together. :) -oOo-

Now as for discovering your own elemental set(s) to work with, I would suggest taking some time every day to really pay attention to the things around you. The sensations you feel and take in as you experience life.

Next I would say investigate some Pop Culture influences and see what other people have utilized in their elemental systems. Why does Pokemon use Poison/ Fairy/ Steel Type? Why does Avatar include Metal/Lava/Blood Bending? Would Gravity, Ink, Blood or Sound be a viable element for you to work with?

I say this because I almost included Blood into one of my elements to work with but I couldn't find a way to make it work with the sets that I had so it didn't make the cut.

Some examples found below vvv

Some Ideas of things to consider as Elements: +Metal/Steel +Spirit/Aether +Gravity +Sound +Wood +Color/Light Spectrum +Gasses/Plasma +Energy +Crystal

Some questions to ask yourself: +What do I think is missing from the four elements that most people work with that I am looking for in my own practice? +How many Elements would be too many for me to feasibly work with? +Could these elements combine together? What elements would they make if they did?

I hope this helps! Feel free to send more in if there's anything else I can answer :D <3

Thank you so much ❤️❤️ I'm so glad you like it!! This ask gave me a push and I wrote a little poetic bit near the end of the Edwin trauma fic that was so much fun, so thank you!!

Edwin is not alone but he is also waiting in an attic certain that Charles will step back and away any moment he is kneeling at the base of a lighthouse, horrified and helpless as Charles sobs out a lifetime's worth of anguish he is strapped to a witch's machine screaming Charles’ name he is feeling his heart twist in his chest as Charles’ anger gives way to tears he is you hate being dead? he is clutched between porcelain pincers watching Charles disappear through the tiniest of circles between worlds and

(While I'm here I also want to say I love reading your analyses of the episodes, how you find patterns and notice details is impressive! Keep up the good work 🥰)

And also...

(Apropos this post)

Anons!! And @tipsyjaehyun @veorulfr @isvisomewhere @arisprite and @bsh-97 (because you commented or re-blogged the post with comments...):

For @arisprite. Happy winter solstice! Thank you so much for your prompt and I hope you enjoy this read. Apology for this being a WIP at the moment--I have the 3 acts plotted out and hope to finish them soon!

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Reflect Me, Reflect Me Not

The stallkeeper finds his mark in the late afternoon. Among the powdered faces and rouge cheeks that frequent this side of the river, this patron stands out on virtue of being a man.

He is a young master dressed in black silk—deceptively plain until his shoulder tilts back (with a smirk on his face, cocky, self-possessed) and silver threads shimmer, forming waves winding around the brocade. His hair is a study of contrast: most of it well-combed and neatly tied with a red ribbon, and then come the tangles, the slovenly strands, loose and free, and the stallkeeper cannot help thinking that—

“—your wife must be publicly sensible, but privately scandalous,” he smiles to the mark just to shut him up, patience paper-thin after all that wheedling and flirting and leaning in far too close (young jiejie, pretty jiejie, look at me and tell me, what do you think I should buy, what do you think I need, what can you tell—) “How about—” he eyes the young master’s neck, which is turning way too flushed for all of its shameless display “—how about a hemp scarf? It won’t get warm in the summer, and very quick to dry—” he pauses, self-satisfied at the way his mark’s jaw is getting dislodged into silence, then adds, “—in case the mistress is, ah, insatiable.”

For a second, the young master freezes—out of something, shock, anger, maybe shame.

Then, he laughs.

My friend Mr Plague Doctor :)))