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pinceauarcenciel · 6 months
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Short comic I did for Hazel zine issue V: Spirit, back in 2020! ✨🦄
This one was special to me back then, and even if I wrote it with a certain meaning in mind, I'm curious to see how readers will interpret it now! That's the fun part with silent comics (๑꒪̇⌄꒪̇๑)
Please share your thoughts! There are no wrong answers~
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amplifyme · 6 months
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CATHERINE: Brigit told me that this is a special night, Samhain, when the walls-
VINCENT: When the walls between the worlds grow thin…and spirits of the underworld walk the earth.
Masques - written by George R.R. Martin
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broomsick · 1 year
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Two interesting things I found in the woods, today: first is a pretty elaborate sort of hut, all made out of fallen trees and large branches. I figured it was made by some scout group. What’s fun is that it was built around tree stumps, so you can sit inside with somebody else as if it were a house. Second woodland curiosity is those two gigantic spruces. They’re pretty isolated from other evergreens, which makes them stand out at this time of year. They grew so close to each other that at a certain angle (the one at which I took the picture), they look like one and the same tree. Quite romantic!
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ghostofpolaris · 1 year
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Free Tarot Readings Update
Hello everyone! So excited to see so many fresh faces but I do want to make a quick little notice before it gets to be too late: Happy Samhain!
I appreciate each and every ask that has been kind. I want to apologize but there may not be any readings done tonight as I am dealing with a very personal and frightening issue so for tonight readings will have to wait. I will be doing all of the readings though for sure! So please feel free to send in an ask of what you would like me to answer (within reason please as these are free readings that require energy out of me) and I will reply as quickly as I can.
Have a safe and happy night! Readings will close November 2nd, 2022 at 12AM EDT.
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anne-the-witch-ish · 2 years
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just cleaned my altar!...i mean, the shelve i store my "witchy-things" because i'm to scared to call it an altar yet. But it's cleaned and organized!
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my son
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nanamis-username · 6 months
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samhain 🧡 a banshee & a dullahan
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hallowickit · 9 months
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mildcrow · 6 months
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qsmp girlfriends real not fake
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feralbutfluffy · 6 months
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Give a Man a Mask
The man who caught Aziraphale’s eye was lounging rather indecorously on one of the many benches lining the walls of the ballroom. He (because despite every inch of them being covered, Aziraphale was sure it was a he) wore a well-tailored black velvet suit jacket that fit snuggly over a black waistcoat intricately embroidered with gunmetal filigree. Underneath the waistcoat, Aziraphale could just make out a black shirt and a flash of burgundy lace at the man’s throat. Black leather gloves laced up around his wrists, and matching knee-high boots fit snuggly over the man's fitted black trousers.
Aziraphale sighed with envy. He could never pull off something like that.
Of course - he told himself - it wasn’t the man necessarily that had caught his eye. It was the clothing; he had always noticed and admired fine clothing, and his outfit really was exquisitely made.
Besides, it was hard not to notice someone who had dressed in such stark contrast to the rest of the guests. It seemed everyone else was dressed to excess, resplendent in feathers and lace, gemstones and pearls. This man’s costume, by contrast, was downright modern; minimal but striking, yet still in keeping with Carnivale. The handstitched leather Plague Doctor mask beneath a black tricorn hat completed the look. It should have looked offputting, really...
It did not.
The man looked less like a man, Aziraphale thought, and more like a long black shadow curving against the wall. Aziraphale popped a fritelle into his mouth and chewed it slowly before swallowing. 
If he was honest with himself (which he would prefer not to be, all things considered) he knew what had really attracted his attention; there was something about him - the lazy confidence evident in the way he was sitting, or the dark clothing perhaps - that made him think of Crowley. He hadn’t seen the demon in a few years, and although he was absolutely loathe to admit it even within the privacy of his own mind, he did rather miss him.
Well. He missed him and worried about him in equal parts. Handing over the thermos of Holy Water a few years before had certainly ramped up his anxiety.
He was extremely glad of his full-face volto mask as he watched the figure out of the corner of his eye. He popped another fritelle into his mouth under the mask, chewed, and swallowed with a little groan of pleasure. They really were delicious.
The Plague Doctor swiveled to face him as if he had heard him, and although there was no possible way the stranger could have heard anything of the sort from across the crowded ballroom, Aziraphale blushed ferociously. The heat of it was almost unbearable behind his full-face mask.
He turned his body away from the man, staring down at the sweet delights laid out on the banquet table, and tried very hard to ignore what felt like a heated stare. He gazed down at the galani, his mouth suddenly dry.
Although he was almost expecting it, the dark presence at his elbow a moment later made him start.
“Buonasera, come sta?” said the Plague Doctor in perfect Italian, tipping his hat in a quick formal bow.
Aziraphale had been right about it being a man.
He jerked back at the greeting, startled by the man’s sudden proximity, and scrambled for a reply. 
“Oh! Buonasera!” Aziraphale could think of nothing else to say. He cringed behind his mask and wondered if he could miracle his way out of a conversation that was embarrassing before it had even begun.
The Plague Doctor was wearing a zendale beneath his tricorn, and the silk hood concealed every part of his head not covered by mask or hat. He tilted his head, looking like a curious raven, and rested both his gloved hands on top of a cane Aziraphale hadn’t noticed before. His tight grip - Aziraphale could see his knuckles straining against the leather of his gloves - obscured most of what looked like a beautifully carved gunmetal handle.
He looked up. The large eyesockets of the mask were filled with dark glass lenses, revealing absolutely nothing. Aziraphale smoothed down his more traditional costume. The cream and white concoction with gold embroidery and an abundance of lace ruffles had rather delighted him when he’d stepped out this morning, but it felt quite indulgent next to this austere creature.
“I trust you are enjoying yourself?” said the Plague Doctor in an extremely thick Italian accent, leaning forward on his cane so that the beak of his mask almost punctured his bubble of personal space.
“Oh yes, very much so!” Aziraphale nodded, wondering what had drawn this man to his side and how he could possibly reverse it. For all that he had been intrigued before, he hadn’t intended to actually engage the stranger in conversation. There was something extremely unsettling about him up close. Perhaps it was the costume, or the way he was standing; it was patient, watchful, almost… predatory.
Aziraphale shuddered, and the Plague Doctor’s head tilted the other way, making it clear he had noticed. 
“Va bene, Signore?” Are you well?
Aziraphale nodded quickly. “Oh yes… Sto bene!” I am well. There was a brief pause while he summoned up formal Italian and hurriedly added a thank you. “La ringrazio!”
The Plague Doctor nodded. “How did you come to be here?” The words came low and slow, and Aziraphale felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up, his skin prickling with awareness.
He had always had a bit of a weakness for the Italian accent. 
“It was suggested to me by the concierge at my hotel,” he smiled, even though the man couldn’t see it. “He thought I might enjoy it, and he was right! I am enjoying it tremendously! The food alone...!" He made an appreciative noise. "How did you…? Are you local to the area?”
A slight tilt of the head as if the Plague Doctor were considering his question. It was surprising how demonstrative he was able to be without a single facial expression.
“Not exactly,” he said, and Aziraphale thought he could hear a smile in his voice, “Although for tonight... Certo. If you like.” 
The man swept into a much deeper, more theatrical bow than before. The black feather in his hat almost grazed Aziraphale’s chest. “This is my palazzo - my festa - and I am your host for the evening. You are…” he said, and straightened, holding out his hand. When Aziraphale hesitated, the man crooked his fingers impatiently and for some reason Aziraphale obeyed, quickly placing his white silk-gloved hand in the man’s leather-clad grip. 
“... You are extremely welcome here,” the man finished, bringing Aziraphale's knuckles to his mask.
It didn’t seem to matter that there were no lips there to brush against his hand; Aziraphale felt it as if the man had kissed his knuckles open-mouthed. A dart of something hot and unutterable shot through him, flared up and burnt out, thankfully vanishing before Aziraphale had time to recognise it and panic.
“Yes. Well. Thank you. La ringrazio,” he said, feeling flustered.
“No need for such formality, Signore,” the Plague Doctor said warmly, tugging his hand without warning to bring them shoulder to shoulder. He tucked Aziraphale’s arm into the crook of his elbow and patted his hand as if to reassure him that it was alright.
Aziraphale thought that it was probably not alright.
Surely it was not alright to walk arm in arm with a total stranger? Surely there was something morally grey about taking a turn with a mortal Italian dandy who apparently owned a palazzo and, by extension, the many sweet treats Aziraphale had been helping himself to throughout the evening?
If nothing else, surely he should feel some guilt or shame about enjoying the closeness of a stranger who reminded him so much of Crowley?
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ftcatv · 6 months
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its spooky day
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romycry · 5 months
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chrissabug · 6 months
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Midnight Spell Happy Halloween and Blessed Samhain
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ghostofpolaris · 1 year
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Hii !! Hope you're doing great ! I love you and your blog's vibes !! So lighthearted. I'd like to have a free reading from you, may i ? <3 May i know what is my higher self wants me to know or want to tell me ? Thank you so much in advance, please have a nice day ~ N♒️
Hello hello @purpleorchidss! I love you too and your vibe here! Thanks for celebrating Samhain with me with these readings! You absolutely may get a free reading from me and brownie points for such a well put together question!
As every reading I do goes, a song also comes with it and for you, the song that came was:
Lotus - intro by Jhené Aiko
Whether it resonates with you on a deeper level or perhaps is just a nice tune, that is up to you at the end of the day! To me, I feel like it really fits the vibe you get off with the smooth piano and vocals. With that being said, let's go ahead and see what the cards have to say. <3
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What Does My Higher Self Want To Say To Me Right Now? (Knight of Cups) -
Can I just start with the fact that literally you just give off such good and lovely vibes?? Like holy moly I already am grinning ear to ear and I could just feel this cool touch to my cards when shuffling and maybe the song helps, but literally you put off such lovely energy. I think that definitely reflects this reading for sure because the Knight of Cups is such a nice card to get! Let's go ahead and see what your Higher Self wants to let you know.
I'll go ahead and break down the Cups suit first before really digging at the meaning of the card itself because I feel like not only is this a building block to help you get a better understanding of what is being said, but it could help in future readings you may get too.
The Cups suit as a whole is of the element of Water. This suit deals a lot with emotions, love, relationships (remember, it does not always have to romantic), and connections. Symbolic of fluidity, intuition, healing, cleansing and feelings/emotions, the water-based Cups holds a lot of power whether you have a serene stream or a raging tide. It ultimately is up to you how you let the waves go.
The Knight of Cups though? This is a card that talks of romance, charm, imagination, beauty, and creativity. This is the knight in shining armor type aka the classic romantic image. While this is a nice card to see in romantic situations, I feel that we should examine the other aspects of the Knight of Cups where we view the creative and passionate side that loves all things beauty. If perhaps you are involved with a creative outlet or project you feel called to do, I would say this is a message to take action and get into what your passions are.
You thrive on beautiful and inspiring things, why hold yourself back from that? Your imagination and passion cannot thrive unless action is taken. As the meme goes: "Don't let your dreams be dreams!" It sounds silly, but is so true! The Knight of Cups shows when it comes to making decisions that one may be thinking with their emotions but not what you think. That's totally fine to do in some situations by the way! Just make sure you are not limiting yourself.
To borrow from the song, I really do think that perhaps this is time for you to blossom and awaken those passions you are hiding away. You enjoy the beauty around you, so don't feel like you cannot produce and add beauty into the world either.
"There were explosions She found her focus The beast awoken."
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I hope that this reading helps you! Feel free to look back on it anytime you need and may you have a happy Samhain!
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emmbrr · 6 months
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happy halloween! safe trick or treating 🍂
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pumpkinpatch · 1 year
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pumpkin bliss
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