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kendrixtermina · 9 months

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(cthonic siren)

I bet you don’t know whether to be attracted or repulsed

Let’s talk about bountiful opulent buffets of fruit laid out,

the responsibility yours to deal with if all that exess

does not get eaten before it rots

Let’s talk about the folded

hands that are filled with a great extensive bouquet

one by one, they’re revealed as meat-eating organs

once your eye dwells on them long enough to tell

Let us just for a a moment consider

the alluring curves of the stomach, the swell of the mammary

only garnished with the knowledge of the fat and entrails beneath

to speak of the collarbone, of the sharp bend where the ribs end

to speak of the devil.

Let us consider the mermaid, beckoning forward

from right where she reclines in her lair of kelp and corals,

the coils of her tails and the leathery skin of her fins

wafting up to you from where she lies in the cold and the deep

cold kiss like nitrogen narcosis

like the hard keys of ivory taking forever a hold

of the one who was going to play them,

permitting them to other love

entertwining ebony fingers

of dangled tentacled appedanges dancing tranlucent in the current

cold amd warm streams trading places

dulcet membrane, a nettle-stinging caress.

An alluring doll dragging her long hair out from the uncany valley,

winking straight at you out from her hard porcelain face

presenting the heart as on offering

that lies caged like a bird inside her hollowed chest

beneath the brittle plastic:

Perhaps you had enjoyed this story, but you won’t really like how it ends.

You’ll be left gaping in denied catharsis, wounded, leaking,

infested with seeds that are soon to blossom into a garden of stories of your own.

Drawn with the same luscious oil-painted details

is the touch of the rosy-fingered dawn

and the wormlike pink of a rat’s tail

bleeding ivy clinging:

Blessed be the ghouls who can kiss with their grotesque serpentine tongues

literally act out the urge to devour every last morsel of each other

and never face the mundane dissappointment of the not-so-great next morning

If this is how it could be forever,

I’d hide my skull amid the flowers.

I’d stuff back each and every one of the bones I had collected

into the hollow’d carcass of that little bird

and put the cracked eggshells right back in the nest.

Were not my neck already ripped,

the very nakedness long since having been bloodied,

the ardent embrance in nothing but sheets all that ever existed,

nothing before and naught ever since:

Nude lies the beaury, but she is bound and gagged to be sacrificed to the devil.

Tight is the latex, but its face wears the red mask of death.

Those muscular limbs are but cyborg machines,

or else the water she so elegantly floats in would have drowned her

you could push your clever fingers

only into the folds of her books

above that batoque wreath crows a raven,

the wings are of a moth, and not an angel,

the feathers are only those of chickens,

and her long feet now ends in hooves.

Could you convince her to uncoil from where she has curled herself,

you’d come face to face only with the hollowness of her chest,

the blood on the hole long dried and blackened

and beneath the roses have grown tentacles:

Seafood-soft, leaving not even bones.

When she exhales, it smells of squid ink,

it smells of opium, and canabis,

and multitides of mushroom fibres picking clean the rodent bones

She would beckon your still,

looking over her shoulder, from there in the corner

but the other side of the hole gapes out from her back,

garnished in a song made out of one million knives

I bet you don’t know whether to be attracted or repulsed

Neither do I.

#feelings #baby tries to art #poetry #freeverse

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windwardstar · 6 years

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My mind is full of half thought thoughts that exist just slightly beyond my ability to grasp them, like they're stuck beyond old glass distorted even more by a layer of rain and night

And they're forming something..something that feels like the dark clouds and general dimness that comes when a large storm rolls in, turning daylight to dusk, when things shift and the only thing in existence is a cold wind that blows through empty streets with the sound of the ocean making the trees sway like kelp

#tag for me #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #my writing #idk how to tag this #idk how to explain it #but it's got a hold of my bones amd it's just there shapeless formless like a shadow just outside of my vision #like a ghost caught in the corner of my eye

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beacon-sanctuary · 3 years

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Beacon Sanctuary Character trailer: Orion

'The void, a sea of black with only stars to lead the way, mere points of a chain long left in disarray. Figures of myths and legends forgotten to decay, may you please let this spider return the link of a brighter day'

High in the air sounds a crow, squawking and belting as it flies over head, it's feathered form blotting against the snowy surface like ink on a paper. Dead tress coil around a clearing in a spiral, all grasping to the clouds while its leafless limbs fall short and stop dead, covered in a blanket of snow as a crunch can be heard in the distance. A boy, seemingly no older than a teenager strolls through the winding trees, face deep in a book, muttering the words off the page. His black boots and cane strike to the earth while his crystalized breath cascades across the weathered tome ; flowing from his black, blue-star studded face. His piercing sapphire orbs lazily comb over the words, only stopping dead in his tracks as the sound of footsteps approach him. Reverberating across the trees, his pointed ears hear an orchestra of growls gets carried in the snow filled wind.

Crunch, crunch, chrunch

"Huff, well ain't that just my luck, right when I'm at a good part y'all show up~" to his groan he was met with low snarls and growls as from the cover of falling snow, there stalked a pack of shadows, twitching and snapping their bodies in a sickening and bone cracking contortion as their mangled forms glared and bore their yellow fangs. Approaching the boy with every step they took, hiking back on their hands as the magi gave them one sentence before they dove. Snapping shut his book, a wry smirk danced across his night skied face as his eyes crackled to life

"Alrighty then lil' pups, how 'bout i send ya back to the kennel!"

At this decree the shadows have a piercing howl, pouncing all at once to the boy. Who in turn slammed the tip of his cane to the earth, kicking up snow as the blast frim his magic shot him into the air, leaving the pack to only gnaw if snow left in his place.

Taking in a deep breath, the Magi closed his eyes as flashes of images appeared in his mind. An overwhelming void, swallowing everything in its path, a web of silver string cutting through the sea of black, and finally splitting to a memory. A storm hanging in the sky, scarlet pools across the ground, and ultimately the words of a child screaming "orion!" as a familiar chill washes over his body with hushed whispers slithering in his mind.

Snapping his eyes open, Orion rakes his hand across the shaft of his cane as blue magic blazes across the obsidian staff flattening to a slanted razors edge. And ultimately in a flash of blue, twinkling like a star in the sky, the magi disappeared. And in an instant down below, one of the wolves now found their head severed. Flopping in the aor is a stifled whine from the blade being all that played it off. Black and blue energy erased its body to nothing while a cacophony of snarls sound at the lost of its kin. Bolting towards the magi, the wolv's inky jaws snarled and foamed with fury, starving to consume this torch with all their might, but as they charge instead of showing worry or even fear. All that's shown in the torch's night sky face is a smug grin and light laugh.

"Y'all are makin' this easy for me~" he sang, only to spin in the air, hoping above their charge, as just like first there he goes decapitating the wolf with barely any effort. Digging his boots to the ground to halt his descent, he swung a hand to his back, and coiled his weapon before piercing the third wolf through its mouth. The shock running through the blade being non-existent. As if the blade cut through the shadow like a hot blade through butter. Though before the other wolves could attempt to make a move at him once again, he flung the deconstructing body of their fellow shadow at their feet, barely slowing one who darted out the way, and slamming directly into one who was sprinting at him face first. Tumbling the second into a heap.

Focusing on the one not slowed down, hoisting the blade out before him, Orion began to rake his blade in a circle, sparks of magic burnt in the air, as the words of the book filled his mind while he envisioned himself standing on a silver string surrounded by a start darkness.

"As the mirror reflects the soul, so to will it show the enemy its folly, meet yourself in the void forevermore, inanis reflectunt!(1.) Instantly as Orion said the penultimate words the spell sparked to life, in moments the circle filled with a black expanse dotted with rows of zigzagging stars. But as the shadow rammed into it, a constellation mirroring its exact movement rammed into the wolf, sinking it's fangs into the shadow before exploding into a ball of magic, leaving nothing, not even the snow or the shadow's yelps behind in its wake where the wolf once stood. Leaving a circle of dead grass on the ground.

Sighing as the disk dissipated, Orion's arm tremored from thd pain in his shoulder. seething with himself as a rustle was made in the snow.

'crap, that hurts, I need to be careful with that spell, the impact still hits!'

"Oh right, I got you rabbies havin' self left, well just for you, I'll make this short and sweet~" squinting his eyes, Orion looked dead in the soulless eyes of the shadow before him, he saw the pain that made it, the fear, fear of hunger, pain amd dying alone. Shaking his head, his sapphire eyes re hardened, 'Whoever you spawned from, I hope they finally have what craved, let's put you to rest lil' pup'

Crunch, crunch

And with one last charge from the wolf, the magi gave his final spell

"Sever the light in my path, leave nothing behind in my arc, sing with my blade, Tenebris, Sever!" With one swing of his blade, an arc of black-blue crescent of void energy cut through the sky in a lone whistle. Moving through the sky warping anyone's perception of its arc cleanly sliced the shadow in two, before the nature of the void consumed it to nothing.

Standing up, and cracking his back, Orion groaned snd swung his blade to his leg, returning it to a cane as he once more returned to his book, finishing the book he began.

(Art credit goes to @vv-meloyelo-vv Please give them a follow they make great art!)

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Footnotes

Inanis reflectunt: This is Latin for Void Reflect, the spell is basically this, a caster draws or summons an area where they want to reflect an opponent's attack. In the case of the void variant (which is this) the spell. Makes a constellation of the attacker and after their attack strikes the disk reflects that person's attack by double against the attacker. Though the caster should be wary when using it, it will make you feel the full physical impact or strain of matching an opponent's attack. So if it exceeds your physical limit you will wind up having a lotta damage dealt on yourself. Pretty much for fighting something back you take the physical toll for however much power would be required to do so.

Tenebris Sever: This spell is actually pretty simple, you collect the magic into your blade and flatten it into a wicked thin edge, and then you launch the attack out with a simple swing. And with this being a void variation means that it will consume and erode what it touches, unless whatever the spell hits has enough strength to withstand the affect. (The spell translates into darkness sever)

Author's Note:

Heya, hope y'all enjoy this trailer, I had fun writing it and i hope y'all enjoyed reading it as well. If you have any advice or opinions feel free to comment or send me an ask. And if you really enjoyed it, feel free to reblog it or share it with your friends! With that i hope you all have a good day!

Oh yeah if you just found this post and are curious of who Orion is, here's a link

Orion bio

#beacon #magi #my ocs #my oc art #orion ironsi #orion #beacon sanctuary #beacon alchemist #character trailer #orion trailer #trailer 1 #please reblog

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jbird-the-manwich · 5 years

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Hey, i saw in your bio that youre from ky and i was wondering if you had any advice for another trad witch who lives in ky😳😳

Honey locusts thorns are good for cursing, wards, and protection.

Tulip tree blossoms make good offerings for the dead. The nectar of the flowers can be used in attraction work.

Black walnut is good for making ink (brown or black if you add rust), the leaves and hulls treat ringworm and the leaves can be bundled amd dried like sage but have ventilation before you burn then.

Wild violet leaves and flowers are good for love spells.

Ferns can be burned outside to bring rain.

Wild lettuce is good for spirit contact.

As is Mullein. And dandelion root.

Coyote bones are feircely territorial. Fox bones are sly and quick. Deer bones are graceful and quiet. Bucks are wiley and protective.

Redden their skulls with the clay from the earth, beetroot, and bloodmeal.

Spice bush is slept on but it's good for a _lot_ of things.

Poke root carves easy and makes a powerful alraun.

The stems can be dried and used for wards.

Hens and chicks protect a house from lightning.

The spirits here strongly appreciate resilience and wit.

Don't walk over a grave and if you have to read the head stones don't mangle their names. They also usually appreciate it if you say a prayer for them.

The land here is angry. Be gentle and patient with it.

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teddy-feathers · 5 years

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The tattoo shop is on the magic side of town so any tech newer than the 1990s doesnt function at all and anything that new doesn't fuction well.

The now text, instead of map, filled screen said take a left through the tree arch, and they did, throwing a forget me not seed over their left shoulder. Just in case.

Good thing they'd gotten a lifetime, guaranteed to function, Nokia - half tech,half magic, all durability. Swear the damn thing ran on dialup though.

The world shimmered around them and there it was - it looked like a biker bar and a flower shop had a baby, but this was the place.

The phones AI made a video game achievement noise to indicate their successful arrival, and then went automatically into sleep mode.

They shoved Bartholomew into their bag and slung it back over thier shoulder where it immediately tangled with the baseball bat strapped there... That was a problem for later them they decided, walking into the place.

Their nerves were jangling louder than the charms twisted above the door. "Hello?" An older voice quivered out from the back room behind the register, and what looked like an older gentleman passes through the beaded ivy curtain.

"Finally decided to get the tattoo?"

They nod at the gentleman, not questioning how he knew.

His smile is like a nostalgic camera lense flare, and he smells just like their grandmother. A conscious decision to put them at ease no doubt, but they were human and it just made them more aware he was other. A predator.

He parts the ivy and waves them through. "Well come in, come in! Are you excited or just nervous?" They pass buy and do the awkward following from the front thing as he points thim down a hall and through the third archway on the left.

There were no actual doors and they were greatful, other people both human and other seeming giving and receiving various things in the other rooms. It was reassuring in a way the attempt at small talk was not.

The room looking exactly as it should was also a reassuring. Hard wood, concrete, vinyl - no crome but the bone was worn and old and suited the atheistic of the place.

They climbed into the chair and then gestured a vague more or less sign at the gentleman just to be polite.

He was going to be stabbing them full of magic, ink, and strings of fate - being rude or dismissive would be more dangerous than allowing themselves to speak freely here.

"That's fair." He hummed, sounding less like an old man amd more other as his attention wandered to his tools and his work.

As they wait they inspect their bare arms, the scars, their implant, and other marks there. This would not be their first tattoo or their last but it was perhaps the most life changing one they had received.

Soulmate tattoos weren't new exactly - the magic itself was very old - but parlours like this one were new. Almost everyone who walked in came back out, satisfied with their choice.

It always came back to choice really - it had since the universe first unrolled its tapestry - and no matter what their friends would tell them... This story was as good as any other.

They weren't throwing their life away on a romance they would have stumbled onto anyways - and they weren't just rushing to make a decision just to be done with it.

Intrested in adventure didn't mean they were brave or dumb enough to face it, and they weren't ambitious enough to want for anything more than wha they already had in life.

... Hell they'd already decided long ago that if they were stuck as the lone npc in a world full of playing characters that they would be satisfied with that.

So this... was just the easiest thing before them really. A tattoo someone would see - or not. A romance or a tragedy or both or neither. No guarentee of success, no definition of failure.

The perfect person for them was hard to imagine. No matter what sort of person it was, they were certain they'd always be just a little disappointed that this was all their fate had summed up to be. And what a disappointment they were going to be for their unlucky soulmate!

But things would either work out or they wouldn't, and at thirty-two they were rather tired of waiting for the sword of damocles to finally fall.

"Yours is, as your online test indicated, an invisible tattoo - only soulmates can see it, meaning the best place is somewhere visable."

It was another person speaking - or the same person but wearing a different face.

Their face.

"Maybe here?" They watch themselves touch their bare cheek and shake their head. "No? How about here?" Their fingers touch their neck and they get phantom chills as if the gentlefolk were actually touching them.

They shake their head again and lift their dominant hand using their left to cuff the still bare wrist.

Their face wrinkles and then smooths. "Yes, that will do nicely."

Instead of the bone needles they were expecting, the artist brings over a rose and slips it on their wrist like a corsage. Its wet.

A new face answers the unspoken question. "Its like the press and peel tattoos of your youth. You'll know when to peel - please leave the agreed upon payment in your chair when you leave." The gentlefolk leaves, wearing a new face.

They inspect the rose. It's opalescent and made of bronze and stone so fine light shines through it. the bracelet portion as gears slowly turning, tightening and pressing the wet more snuggly around their wrist.

They get a bad feeling just as the gears stop turning - and then the thorns pop out and into their arm.

Just as quickly as it happens its over, their frantic clawing at the device is met with no resistance. The now red and soft petals crush easily and slide away as if it had never been more that a blossom.

There's bandages in their bag, and present them spends the next five minutes silently cursing past them as they struggle to detach it from their bat.

When they're bandaged up they drop the payment on the seat as instructed and leave.

They dont question why they only see the thorn's pricks and not the tattoo- invisible to all eyes by the soulmates apparently meant what it said on the tin.

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kates-coming-home · 6 years

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for the fairy in charge of this account: rose, lace, sunlight, sea, honey, silk, matte, gloss, satin ♡♡ love youu

Omg i love youuuRose- what makes you feel beautiful?I feel beautiful when i tilt my head back and the rain splashes my skin, when sunlight hits me cheeks and makes my hair glow goldenI feel beautiful when the sea flows around my feet and the sand shifts under my toesI feel beautiful when i paint my finger nails and toe nails dark red to remind myself that i am a warrior, and when i look down at all the tiger stripes on my thighsLace- how would you describe your best friends?B- ur pretty annoying but i love you anywaysT- you think so lowly of yourself and it hurts me so much, you deserve the world and your hair is so amazing, your body is beautiful and your stretch marks amd celulite dont dim your value, they only make you pricesless and golden@minikate--24-05 - i dont even know where to start when i desrcibe you, you are the most beautiful, talented, smart, adorable person ive ever met, your smile is so beautiful and getting your snapchats every day makes life so much more bearable, and your hair is so gorgous and i love your voice and eyes and just everything about youS- we've fallen out a few times, but we had one of the best years together and im gonna miss you when we move awayL- the most sassiest, gay best friend i couldve asked for, what more could i want?Sunlight- list 5 things you find beautiful-when the sun shines through the clouds in little golden rays-the smell and sound of rain-stretch marks-anything about nature basically-my cuddle buddySea- what music, art or literature brings you peace?Listening to kings of leon, sia, red hot chilli peppers and oh wonder helps me feel so at peace with the world and my bodyIts really cliche but i love stary night by vincent van gogh as its one of the first paintings i ever learned about as a child alongsode scream by edvard munchReading harry potter feels like coming home after a long road trip, and i love basically any book, especially ink/spark by alice broadway and spellbook of the lost and found by moïra fowley doyleThe authors sarah lean, michael morpurgo and roal dahl also remind me of my childhpod so i re-read their books a lotHoney- what do you do to relax?Talk to t and @minikate--24-05 , read, write, listen to poetry, go for walks, go to my farm, take long baths with bath bombs and bubblesSilk- describe your most recent dream?I dont actually dream that much and when i do i dont rememberMatte- what is something you are proud of?My journey, @minikate--24-05 absolutely slaying uni life, t getting into the college course of her dreamsGloss- list 10 songs you love right nowAlors on danse- stromaeTechicolor beat- oh wonderBare bones- the wildesShark- oh wonderStar spangled- remmiAll we do- oh wonderIm not a saint- billy raffoulTwin sized mattress- the front bottomsThe woods- hollow coves Satin- what never fails to make you happy?Ice cream, t and @minikate--24-05, the ocean, rain, sunshine

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