chthonicdaughter

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If you named your car you may already be an animist.

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the lover(s)

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Hades and persephone are both more levelheaded than me on that level. Listen to your deity’s! It very well may save you trouble lmao

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Fungi Skull

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Persephone Dreams, Niall Grant

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Someone recently posted about how Tumblr clout doesn't actually translate into anything in real life, it just means X amount of people read your post, so what's the point?

I mean besides the fact that some people actually use their posts for good, like activism and combating misinformation, there's just posting for the sake of posting which is its own reward.

But also, sometimes you'll make an impression with your fucked up posting that someone decides to send you a DM to talk to you about elves or a podcast or a podcast about elves or something and now you've made a new best friend :)

#like a house brownie specifically for sauna! #very cool #or very hot really hehe

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if i am saying “drive safe” to you it is not a wish or command btw. i am casting a spell. Get fucking cushioned and shielded and protected idiot

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I’ve been seeing a lot of anti-Nazi ones, which is great, but I felt like we needed one to show our support for the Jewish community.  

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Death is the moss on the headstone I remove with my thumb as a family member tells me how they need to clean the family graves. We bury the dead beneath the green flakes.

Death is the sweat down my back and the ache in my feet. It is the way funeral goers have come up to me to ask how I “deal with this”. I tell them it is beautiful, in it’s own tragic way.

Death is the water in the flower vases pouring down my arm and staining my uniform. It is cleaning leaves out the hearse. It is the smell of the prep room and the chill of the freezer, both not as bad as you’d think.

Death is a family member holding up a toddler to reach toward a dead relative they will not remember. It is the open casket. It is the slight awkward nature of closing it.

My Gods are death, and they’re slick and mean. They are cruel rot and crueler tears. They surround me with music and flowers. Butterflies eat from the cemetery stands. They take and they take and it’s all worth it. It’s all worth it to see them move their hands, mighty and skeletal.

I thank you, oh Gods. Thanatos, Hades, Persephone, I thank you for standing near me. There are so many flowers here.

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Dark Persephone Moodboard

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I don't even think I like saying things like "baneful magic" or "beneficial magic" anymore.

Magic is magic. Magic has no morality. Magic is a hammer.

Me, the witch? I'm the one with a conception of morality.

I'm the one who's baneful.

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A tiny preview of my pomegranate design, which should be showing up on a @mayakern skirt sometime in the next couple of months!

#persephone #chthonic worship #pomegranate

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Remembering the one Hades and Persephone fanfic retelling I read where the author had clearly never eaten a pomegranate in their life and just had the character in the Persephone role take a bite out of the side like an apple