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[couturebabi]

The Comings Pt.2

June . 6 . 2020

As a baby witch that knows nothing,

I tried to call upon Poseidon yesterday high as fuck.

Because I thought that offering weed to entice him would work.

But of course I was high as shit and I didn’t know what I was doing.

Which is on me, but I also read up on Poseidon as a diety as well.

Also I put on the little mermaid because of king Triton (I know it’s silly)

BUT GIRL -

LEMME TELL YOU -

When I lit Poseidon’s candle from my alter -

I prayed for him to show me a sign that he was listening and that he was with me -

AND THIS LIL FUCK -

HE TIPPED OVER MY LITTLE MERMAID DISNEY EARS.

Like I even asked my boyfriend, “hey are my mermaid ears a little crooked?”

And he said, “yeah that’s weird, i haven’t seen any of the cats trying to play with them.”

LIKE my ears are on a high wall that is pretty out of reach from my cats AND ALL MY OTHER EARS WERE PERFECTLY IN ORDER LIKE HOW I LEFT THEM.

:,)) but that’s so freaking cute though.

Because he knew I was watching the little mermaid to try and get him to talk to me :,))

Like that just can’t be a coincidence.

Specifically my mermaid ones and none of the other ones are all messed up :,))

Anyway congrats to me, a baby witch who doesn’t know what she’s doing, got into contact with Poseidon aCK -

But if anyone has suggestions of what I should do, how I should pray, or be able to open more of a line of communication with Poseidon that would b very helpful

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[couturebabi]

Couture magic Pt.1

June . 5 . 2020

The time I was a child up until now I’ve been naturally drawn to magick. From the darker sides to the lighter sides. Feeling ashamed and scared of what could come of it. As a child I made little natural plant based ‘soups’, always wanting to be outside, obsessed with music and everything magic related. From stones, to flowers, and sparkly fairy type things. Going into my mid-to teenage years I read so many fantasy based novels revolving around magic. Having a border line obsession with geek mythology. Unknowingly I’ve made alters of dead roses and seashells with blue candles decorated around the whole alter. Along with pretty bracelets hanging on butterfly rack, or course it being silver since it’s what looks best on me. I believe my diety is Poseidon. It has huge things of seashells I’ve collected myself, the blue candles representing the ocean. As a kid I even made a bottle of lake side water filled with cute clam shells and the dark sand of the beach. I even saw people’s literal auras as a kid. Colors of bright white, yellow hues of pinks and blues. Being able to feel other people’s feelings, waves of sadness or anxiety for no apparent reason up until I find out someone close/someone I know is feeling this way. I feel like the reason why I’m scared to be more interactive with this unspoken side of me, is that I don’t want to attract anything negative. Because I’ve had these dark things follow me around for a very long time. To years and years of nightmares I’ve had to go to therapy for as a child. Also dealing with aggressive dreams as a teenager to put up protection in my room for ‘it’ to go away, and having the protection work. Having supernatural coincidences while watching videos of magick or contacting spirit guides. Phone dying at 11% at 1:11 am, to having very lucid dreams. Feeling my best mentally while at the beach, or in the forest. Feeling clean. Writing poetry almost like it’s spells or manifestation. I don’t know what I am, but I know that shits not adding up. So if anyone has some type of guidance of what I am or what I should do from this point would be helpful.

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[couturebabi]

a b t m e

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I’m currently 19 ( m a y / 2 9 / 2 0 2 0 )

I’m trying to decide what I want to do with my

future!

Thinking about maybe nursing?

Sis ngl I’m just in it for the money,

don’t care what I have to do to earn it.

I’m a big enthusiast on having a lavish lifestyle.

Ever since I was a lil baby I knew that I’m gonna

live in a big nice home, drinking out of crystal

glasses, with all my cats.

I have four cats by the way.

I love Lana Del Rey, the NBHD, and

Melanie Martinez (also a bunch of other stuff too).

I’m a female clEARLY,

I enjoy writing and riding (horseback not dick).

I’m bisexual (which is a great story of how I came

out to my boyfriend).

I love singing, music, and I want to get into dancing.

Because I suck at it.

And... that’s all I can think of for now.

But if anyone (of my 0 followers) wants to send

asks go ahead!

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[couturebabi]

Random Couture Pt.2

June . 5 . 2020

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A fun tip for cheating the munchies. Make sure to eat before hand, continue to take your vitamins inCLUDING the big cheat COCONUT OIL. It’s an appetite suppressant so between being full from eating before and taking the coconut supplements you should be able to fight against your urges while fucked up.

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[couturebabi]

j u n e . 5 . 2 0 2 0

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AGH my creative streak is just progressing!

At first I wrote a shitty chapter for my story “Devil’s Couture” but after rewriting it the right side of my brain went BAM BITCH HERE I AM.

This next chapter is gonna be SPICY. Lots of drama!!

Ofc not well-written lots of grammatical errors but y’know that’s the reason why I’m writing in the first place.

To get better at it duh.

Anyway I’m very happy.

Which will probably be ruined sooner or later.

So

Yeah

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[couturebabi]

j u n e . 1 . 2 0 2 0

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ugh god.

I promised drunken stories and I have drunken

stories.

So I got crossed as fuck, which was not a good idea.

And I ended up crying the whole night.

I don’t remember a thing.

So there you go.

Anyway, the day after my drunk shit I literally am in

A depressive episode?

I don’t know.

God.

Also I uploaded chptr 1 of devils couture!

My writing is shit but this story is supposed to

improve it.

So like send me critiques but also don’t because I’m

sensitive.

Also if it’s cringey to some - well I’m just a cringe

person so :,)))

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[couturebabi]

devil’s couture

an original piece written by

couturebabi

prologue

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She breathed in, she breathed out. The only thing she couldn’t give away was her breath. If she could, she would. Raised only to love, simply, to never be loved. To give but never to be given. To serve yet never to be served. Her purpose was to give, uncontrollably, pouring out of her like a gun shot wound to the ribs. An angel in the desguise of a monster, created out of spite and anger, abused to be the giver in her lifetime.

Yearning for the soft touch of affection, that was stripped away from her long ago. Cursed to have hope for the light, the pathway, to ever lasting unconditional love. Abuser of the monster only receiving the praise of having such a well-mannered and polite daughter, when it’s all a cry for help. To get away from her evil master.

The narc to the empath. A dark and twisted relation. Empath grew up to be a cautious and scared woman. As the narc grows older, bitter, angrily losing their grasp of the once young, gullible, child empath. “There’s something dark in you.” Narc reminded the empath. Simply, she responded with tears streaking her face, obeying their commands as she nods her head. Hissing while their coils burrow into her skin, “But you’ll be fine. Just do as I say. ‘Cause you know, that you’re a weakinling, needing strong hands to guide your way.”

The sophication setting in, never feeling good enough to begin with. Fuck up after fuck up, again and again, and again. Helpless and weak the empath is, she runs into her warrior she has prayed for ever since she could wish a wish in the beginning. Tall, dark, and handsome. The confidence that confuses the hell out of her, depicting between cocky and humbleness. “I’ll take care of you, I’ll love you for who you are, make me your one and only, and I’ll make you my little star.” His words heavy with commitment, feeling the persuasion of his words. She feels like it’s finally happening, knowing that she will be loved the way she deserves.

Falling into the arms of her warrior, she forgets to remember, that Lucifer was once an angel too. No horns, or pitchforks. A beautiful face, and strong wings. His voice has a velvet effect to it, like feathers against your skin. Never she could’ve imagined that her warrior was a demon. Hiding behind a fake exterior, luring her in. Days turn into weeks, weeks turn into years. Plastering smiles on her face, trying her best to make her warrior love her the way she loves him. His abuse worsens, her capability to keep her composure deteriorates. Her warrior is now her captor. Her tormentor. She realizes that her warrior was never a warrior. He hid behind a curtain of faux love and affection.

Empath’s skin starts to desinigrate, the angel she once was reveals the brute savage succubus that was concealed from within. Repeating these words in the interior of her broken psyche. “I’m not going to let them win, I’m better then this, keep it all trapped in this human pen.” Surely but slowly, the skin peals like the forming of new untainted skin.

Blood flows through her eyes, ears, and mouth. Her desperate motions to keep what she knew she was hidden, failing and revealing the demoness in her new form of hatred and sin. Pathetic and squirming narc and faux warrior cowardly getting out of her range. Arise from the flames, lilth has taken empaths place. Her abusers destined to feel the consequences of, now, the infliction of lilths pain. “Feel my wrath, listen to the hatred pumping through my veins.” The screeching Lilith now covered in her own blood, facing her abusers with no fear or panic in her face.

The cruelty empath faced, only goes to show the vile woman she is today.

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[couturebabi]

Random Couture Pt.1

June . 3 . 2020

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Did I just watch the whole entire series of Star Wars just so I could watch the mandalorian only to see baby yoda?

Yes. Yes I did.

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[couturebabi]

m a y . 2 8 . 2 0 2 0

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for fucks sake guess who forgot the email to their old/new account?

me.

guess who wasn’t any help at all?

tumblr staff.

but I’m taking this as being able to reconstruct my thinking and writing.

even though I just started that other account.

but it’s fine.

I’m fine.

aha ha ha ahahaha.

oh yeah

used to be

‘bublebabi’

now I’m

couturebabi <3

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[couturebabi]

j u n e . 3 . 2 0 2 0

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Whoever said after writing the first chapter it gets easier, is a liar.

I feel like all this junk is in my head and it’s translating into my writing.

So I have junky writing :,))

But each chapter took me a week of refining and writing to make sure it’s y’know decent.

I am officially on S4 of OC housewives which I literally live for. I’m also watching the mandalorian, and like this is literally the best shit I’ve ever watched.

Ugh, oh my god. I don’t get why people are struggling with quarantine.

Like I finished the whole Star Wars series? Trilogies? I don’t even know. I’m keeping myself busy and having as great of a time as I could be having, despite people dying all over the world... also the casual panic attack of being able to feed my kitties and puppers.

Back to a lighter subject, I watched all the Star Wars movies in order and now I’m watching the mandalorin. So I guess you could say I’m prepared for Star Wars land.

I’ve definitely been feeling Disney deprived though, my boyfriend and I both are passholders and we go like every damn week.

But besides my Disney deprivation and sudden new obsession with Star Wars, I’ve been working on my writing a lot.

From writing a silly anniversary thing for my boyfriend, to writing Devil’s couture, and also journaling every once and a while.

Oh god, I forgot to mention that my boyfriend got high as fuck yesterday and holy shit. It was pretty hilarious. He kept mocking me and trying to get me to smoke.

But last time I went on a smoking rampage, I gained all the weight I lost :,))

So that’s a no for me.

Anyway that’s been the last few days for me.

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[couturebabi]

devil’s couture

an original piece written by

couturebabi

chptr 1

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Feeling sunlight kiss her eyes. She awoke from her deep slumber. Is what she would’ve wanted to happen. Instead, having a rude awakening to the blaring alarm clock with droll written all over her face. Only five minutes till she had to leave, quickly getting up, showering, doing all the things she needs to do in the time of lightspeed. Rushing to get into the car, dread filled her head with the thought of junior year. She turns her mind to other things. Like her future, music, or all the love ridden thoughts of her new boyfriend.

Noticeably the droll returned to invade her lips as she thinks of him. Tall, dark, and handsome. The one and only Brody Miller. Apollo kissed each and every one of his features with a gorgeous sun dipped tan. Muscles gripping his tight knitted shirt, showing off his body in all the right ways. Inked black hair rich with fullness clasped onto his scalp, his natural waves showing when he doesn’t style it. Deep, dark brown globes engulfed his eyes. Intimidating but sensual, his thick lashes laid upon the orbs. What was there not to like about Brody? His laugh was contagious, his smile made every girl woo, and oh god his lips. Like dark fuchsia rose petals, kneaded with feathers and cotton. Feeling his kiss, was like how the ocean felt when it’s calm and at bay.

The sudden jolt of the cars breaks pulled her out of her train of thought. Quickly jumping out of the vechile, heading towards the small beige and maroon building. A cloud of distain hanging over her head all in the meanwhile. Going to a small school was tough, having no friends while going to a small school was even more so difficult. Entering the building, trudging up the long hallway of stairs. Basically having to climb her way through a plethora of hormonal, smelly teenagers. Thinking to herself, “They really need to redo those stairs. Too small of a hallway, too tall of stairs. Jesus fuck, my calves are gonna be toned as shit.” Reaching the top of mount everst, she was greeted with another hallway filled with, you guessed it, the smell of body odor with faces filled with braces and acne. Having to shove her way through the mounds of moody teens, to finally be rewarded with the satisfactory of seeing her classroom.

Walking into the classroom, her senses suddenly scream with anxiety. Seeing familiar unfriendly faces, reminding her of all their shittyness. Looking around the room, she tries to find an empty table to sit at, to avoid any uncomfortable polite conversation. Spotting an empty desk, the chatter of the classroom bombarded her mind. High-pitched and bitchy tones shrill with fakeness mid-conversations of reintroductions and summer vacations. “Oh my god, Stacy I’m so happy to see you! Wow can’t believe we couldn’t hangout this summer.” Rolling her eyes at the faux sorrow, she tuned her listening to other conversations being tossed about the classroom. Hearing the so obvious attempted ‘deep’ voices, she turns her attention to the pubescent 17 year old ‘men’. “Dude wow can’t believe we did that crazy shit over summer, I mean we totally pulled so many bitches - like you don’t even know, you don’t even know.” Bile quickly flooded her throat, only to be forcibly pushed back down.

Sighing with contempt, she makes better use of her time and pulls out her notebook and pencil. “Nice to see everyone again!” A booming authoritive voice fills the classroom. Gaining everyone’s attention, Mr.Remi enters the class, taking front position in front of the whiteboard. Nonsense chatter dies down as he continues his introduction to the class. “Recognizing all of you from our past three years of English, hopefully you all know that this is English 101. If this is not your class on your schedule, I’d recommend going to your first period.” Everyone’s attention is on Mr.Remi, a few whispers are passed between fellow classmates, as he starts taking attendance.

Name after name being called, waiting for mine to be called next. “Rebecca Olson?” Recognizing the name, my eyes scan the room as I look for my not-so-sort-of-friend. A timid knock echoes through the class, behind the door stood Rebecca. Plain Jane type of girl, standing there almost taller then Mr.Remi, with books in hand. “Decided to show up?” He remarks snarkly. “Sorry, traffic.” Rebecca explained as she makes her way torwards the empty seat next to me. I give a quiet hi, as attendence continues. I might have understated that I didn’t have any friends at this school. But Rebecca’s and I’s friendship is quite a complicated one, but that’s for another time. “Dior Adeline?” Mr.Remi calls in a monotone voice, clearing my throat to respond I give a half heartedly, “Here.”

Finishing up attendence, Mr.Remi writes a refresher prompt on the whiteboard hanging on the puke green wall. Chatter is back at the same frequency as students work on the prompt. “So... how’s Brody?” Rebecca attempts to spark up a conversation. Feeling some sort of way about her asking about my boyfriend, I ignore the initial gut suspicion and respond. “Oh he’s fine I guess. I had a lot of fun with you this summer.” Okay, I definitely understated that I didn’t have any friends. Rebecca and I did hangout throughout the summer, but seriously still we have a weird history. “Me too! I thought it was kinda funny how Angela responded to the whole Brody situation.” This girl knows me better then she should, I do love a bit of gossip.

To give a bit of vital background information, cliff notes version, Angela Davis used to be my best friend of fives years. Then she started to make some body shaming comments about me, which upstarted my ed and body image issues, so I stopped being friends with her. During the time I was friends with her, she and our other mutual friend Karen Bishop, had a massive crush on, you guessed it bitch, Brody fucking Miller. So after I stopped being friends with the two of them, I slid into Brody’s dms unapologetically.

“Holy shit, I know right? All the petty subtweets - I can’t. Like and the football game though?? Literally this bitch came up to my face and asked me to stop seeing him. When I’m literally not even her friend anymore. I seriously can’t even make this shit up.” Unable to keep my mouth shut about this whole situation, Rebecca laughs at my obvious pettiness. “I mean like, sure we can both agree that it was a bit shady of what you did sort of, but even then like - not really? Like you ended that friendship, for good reason, and went after what you wanted. Which unfortunately is what Angela wanted too.” Shaking my head, agreeing with Rebecca about how it was a bit shady and turning our attention back to the prompt.

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[couturebabi]

m a y . 3 0 . 2 0 2 0

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The only thing I have to post rn is,

sis is gonna get fucked up tonight.

Also I talked to my bf abt the whole sex thing.

We talked / worked it out so that made me happy.

I don’t feel as big of a gross giant monster.

Anyway,

be ready for tomorrow’s post!

‘Cause I’m sure I’ll have extra things to write abt,

all my crazy drunken adventures tonight.

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