#write blr

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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(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.

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

Grab your iPaw and pick up your new weekend read!

(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.

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.

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.