Tag: fantasy

moami:

if you find bones in the forest, sit a bit and listen. they are old and have some good stories to tell. maybe they’ll teach you a spell or two, or explain where the water on our planet came from.

if you find bones by the ocean, run. don’t look back. run, faster, faster. the sea may love you but there are nights where she knows neither mercy nor science, and the bones warn you only once.

I accidentally deleted my own post so I hereby reblog it back to my blog. Proceed. Nothing to see here, especially not the bones that appeared in my flat corridor after the deletion and now have begun growing larger.

Effort won’t betray you – and neither will the shapeless beasts hiding in the periphery of your vision that swims in shadows during dusk or dawn, because they’re only here to eat what dares come close enough to harm you.

goldenprairies:

ghost towns that sell honey

That’s not an offer for sale. That’s a request.

Even the oldest creatures of our ‘verse sometimes need help with the harvest. It’s hard work and they’re not used to it. But if you push up your sleeves and approach the golden chickens gently, run your hand along the moon cow’s fur, they will not hurt you. If you show them the way, without mocking their abyss-deep voice, without flinching at their hundred eyes and the long claws, you will walk away with more than honey and eggs. They are peaceful, tired after millenia of war against things we never learned the names of because they were defeated before we knew they existed.

So if you are kind, they will make sure that you never go unfed, never without warmth, and always find something sweet in your pockets. They are fond, these giants, of small things like us, young souls like ours. So if someone threatens harm to yours, the wrath of a monster that has experienced kindness will find them.

Source: goldenprairies

the moon is wild tonight.

if you take a walk in the forest tonight, please leave the vaguely human shape with blood all over their body alone. they’re old and strong and their ritual is important to keep the earth warm and trees rising. walk past, do not blink, and the birds will visit you in the morning.

if you sit alone tonight, please watch the stars as well. they may be small and weak as the lanterns by your house but light is light is light and they hold immense power. so nod at them and the fireflies will visit you in summer.

if you work magic tonight, please let it out of a window and into the icy night air. there may be wrath or mourning in your spells and I do not know if you scream because you were left by someone, because you never got something you went to war for, because you shiver from all the terrifying change gripping you. speak it out loud, make the dark listen, and the cats will follow your every way.

the moon is wild tonight, just like us.

Education, learned skills and books will never leave you, lose their patience or stab you behind your old high school on a blue winter night with the pencil you once lost and never found again.

“something wicked this way comes” is a complete magic spell by itself that can evoke any power on this earth and it’s coincidentally also what people say when I enter a room.

What doesn’t kill me makes me stronger, but what kills me grants me the opportunity to befriend the forgotten eldritch monsters of the underworld and learn their witchcraft.