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Back-Alley Magic
The city is full of more than pigeons and tourists. It's not rats that scuttle through the darkened subway tunnels with scrabbling claws and flashing red eyes. Or at least, not just. For the city is home to things far older than its looming skyscrapers, and the night rings with more than the honking of horns and pulsing beat of dance clubs. This may be a city of neon and glass, but it is also a city of shadows and Power. Fae dance sinuously as smoke between flashing strobe lights. Shifters melt into others' bodies in grimy alleyways. Witches spray sigils on brick walls and hang totems from fire escapes. This isn't a city of grand sorcery, of dragons and maidens fair. This is back-alley magic.
Welcome to Morrow, a towering maze of monolithic skyscrapers, twisting alleys, and grimy subway tunnels. This truly is the city of dreams, the city that never sleeps. Built on ancient ley lines, veins of power connecting hotspots of human (and inhuman) activity, Morrow has long been a site of spiritual and otherworldly connections, a passing point as some say. A crossroads, as many know. But, while Morrow may be the site of an ancient temple here or a centuries-old graveyard there, it was always a place beings passed through. It wasn't until Power started to fade from the world that creatures began to flock to the city to stay, creatures never meant to live together. Now witches and fae, shifters and the knights that hunt them all rub shoulders on busy city streets, like travelers crouched around a fire against a coming storm.
A tentative truce holds them all in a state of limbo, though old feuds die hard. It seems any day now these spiderweb-thin threads of peace will be ripped to shreds, especially now the news is spreading. A new power source has resurfaced in the city, or rather, one older than time itself. The Lapis Occultus has emerged, and it could change everything. Powers long since dormant are rising. Witches who never experienced the Sight or called a Beast have be...
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Them: Hello sir, may I have your name?
Me: No, you may not have my name, but you may call me John
Them: Sir, this is a DMV and I am not a fae
Me: Oh? Then you wouldn’t mind holding this iron horseshoe then, right?
*DMV clerk begins to sweat nervously*
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Take notice of your city’s energy, reach out to it, say hello and introduce yourself. Cities are ancient beings, built from the remnants of the energy that pulled the first settlers onto the land and nurtured by the collective energies of those who came after. They’re beings, unknown gods, streets and rivers their veins and the centre of town their heart. A child of land and man, a collective ancestor.
Say hello to your city.
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might fuck around and let nature reclaim me
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God I hate it when mysterious entities grant me arcane knowledge I’m like great now I gotta be responsible for this & half the time it’s in a language I don’t even know like PLEASE get a hobby
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(1520) raphael, self portrait with a friend
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Delicate jasmine growing among the ruins, (Diocletian’s Palace- Split, Croatia)
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If you go for a walk in the forest, remember these ten things:
If you pass by a ring of mushrooms, don’t step in the circle, but do tell the mushrooms your dreams. They love to hear stories.
If you see large, foreboding pawprints in the middle of the trail, do not follow them; the path leads only to sorrow and despair.
If you hear the lull of a flute by the bubbling of a river, you may listen, but not for long; if you linger, you can never leave.
Be sure to keep any items you bring secured in your rucksack, with a few seashells hanging from it; the crashing waves from the shells will scare off thieves.
Return home before night falls. You never know what might appear when the forest is cloaked in darkness.
If you do stay after sundown, do not look at the stars. They are temptresses in their beauty, but can bring death and destruction.
If you come across wildlife, avoid eye contact. Some creatures may steal your soul if you stare long enough.
Never pass under a gnarled, curling tree, for you may enter a world that looks like your own, but is different still.
If you find a jar of honey or jam resting upon a boulder, ignore it. There are those who would tempt you with sweet nothings; don’t accept their gifts.
Mark a trail from your starting point with plain yarn. If you cut the trees, they’ll come for you. If you tie a ribbon on branches, they’ll capture you.
Be wary of the forest and all of its inhabitants. It is beautiful and wondrous, but can be frightful and merciless.
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due to personal reasons i will be letting moss grow on me
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here is your gentle reminder that there are dandelions growing through cracks in the sidewalk. there is a fence lizard on the porch who is growing a new tail. there are trees growing through an abandoned house, branches tearing through the ceiling, ferns carpeting the floor. there is life pushing forward, pushing through.
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