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nailsofvecna

I think this is my favourite spell I’ve ever written. I’m not sorry.

swordofomens

@virgileso

I want to rip my skin off and leave it neatly folded on my bed like laundry.

“Hey do you remember when—”

I try very hard to forget, actually.

Fuck it I’m just gonna cry into the void while my moots watch with popcorn and a box of tissues in the corner

beanknight

You’d think being 25 n all would make getting over a dumb high school crush easier.

I want to walk into the sea.

beanknight

She doesn’t want you, bro

You’d think being 25 n all would make getting over a dumb high school crush easier.

I want to walk into the sea.

#personal

Slanted roof bedroom with a beige desktop in the corner running windows98, hooked up to a still warm printer.

It’s raining

Everything he’s told you has been true so far, why doubt now?

You stand in the middle of your room, strange patterns drawn in the floor, surrounded by candles.

Your room smells like a church, the words you read off of the warm printer paper doesn’t help. You think it’s Latin. You don’t know, but you trust him.

The rain is getting louder. The wind sounds like it’s trying to break through the window.

“You must continue” he said.

“No matter what you see, no matter what you hear, you do not stop reading until the very last word”

I should’ve listened.

#short story #stream of consciousness

spaceboytoy

Hello bisexual community

spaceboytoy

Begin killing

tartrazeen

beanknight

Happy pride month

It’s the early 2000’s. You don’t really know what the internet is, beyond funny videos , boring news, and confusing chat rooms.

You live in the projects. You take the train everyday. Your parents’ TV is made of hard black plastic and has buttons that loudly click when you push them. Your grandparents’ tv is made of wood, has an accordion door that covers the screen, and knobs that skip over channels more often than they tune into them.

You love the library. You b-line for the horror section every time you visit.

There’s something inside you. Some strange yearning. The trees call you. Red bricks feel homely. Tattered, cloth cover books hold forbidden secrets.

Why does her house feel Victorian? Why does it feel so familiar?

When do you feel most at home?

#stream of consciousness

Back rooms theory?

The backrooms is the inside of a wormhole. The thresholds are spontaneous wormholes that form parallel to walls n shit. Like the cornerfolk from Monument Mythos.

#backrooms #fan theory #cornerfolk #monument mythos

Plans for “The Patchwork Grimoire”

This list is in no particular order, and is subject to change.

PGM Spell to Helios

PGM Stele of Aion

The Death Posture

Rituals of the Pentagram

Rituals of the Hexagram

KOS Consecrations

Abramelin

DSIC

Arbatel

Calling down the moon (?)

Akephalos

Honorious

Astrology (simplified)

Magic circles

Catalog of herbs, woods, and stones

I know I’m late to the twilight groomer discord, and this is might be a horrible hot take, but somewhere in my heart, Twilight is on the same level as Lolita.

She is 18, he is 104.

#twilight

The dread has taken hold of me.

It’s suffocating.

Too bad I like being choked.

Now get over here you slimy fuck.

It’s my turn.

I used to pop Benadryl like candy in high school bc I had really bad allergies, and for some reason stubbornly refused to switch to Zyrtec or something.

I was vaguely aware of quaaludes from wolf of wallstreet, and occasionally wondered if constantly fighting the Benadryl was having any negative impact on me.

Imagine my shock when the new gen starts talking about “taking 200 Benadryl to see the hat man”.

I just thought the school was haunted, but no, I was trippin on diphenhydramine in 5th period, seeing shadow people in the halls and having visions of quadrupedal humanoids or glowing glyphs whenever I blinked.

#benadryl #personal story