the Messenger

ancient cryptid punk walking amongst society mimos anthos

[existential-cryptid]

a long drag off a cigarette,

lightning strikes, fills the sky

and yet,

no thunder.

[gothredy]

[seraphofthevoid]

[existential-cryptid]

what if love is just finding a shadow you're comfortable living in?

[existential-cryptid]

what if love is teeth and claws and many eyes and divinity and cannibalism and infinities and vast oceans of blood and tears and sweat. bliss? ignorance? the abandonment of all rationale, what if love is a living thing, that takes root and holds you, thrives in the warmth of the other? what if love wasn't small and kept in close corners, quiet and easily distracted as shadows often are? what if?

[existential-cryptid]

"too long in decay..." a sullen creature curls under the warm embrace of the moon. beaten, bloody.

"at my feet, licking your wounds again. too long succumbing to the rot, child."

a pathetic howl echos through ribs, snaking past the bleeding heavy heart and soaring onto the winds,

"too long, too long" it mimics.

"and what will you do, child?" her silver beams cascade down, bathing him in the light.

"I will bloom. I will bloom.

I will prune the roots, and tend them. I will sharpen my teeth and do what must be done."

[existential-cryptid]

I look at these brittle bones and sunken eyes

what has become of me

what has become of me

[dappermouth]

Afflicted with a rural curse.

[wolfythewitch]

Look at the sky. It's looking back.

[dear-ao3]

thinking about that one time i did a shit ton of benadryl and cough syrup and saw the hat man in the corner of my room but it was jesus wearing a cowboy hat and he said “hello i’m jesus” and i said “hi i’m jewish” and then i had a panic attack for four hours

[o54680]

[yaldabaothadeez]

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a slapping,

As of some one gently flapping, flapping at my chamber door.

“’Tis some fairy,” I muttered, “slapping at my chamber door—

            Only this and nothing more.”

[wintersoldierfell]

Quoth the walrus, "Are you sure?"

[existential-cryptid]

you're traveling alone on a long road, fifty miles away from being Somewhere. it's dark, you realized you really should've left earlier. you know you've never been the sharpest in the dark.

you see a glint, light catching a reflection in your passenger seat. you swore there wasn't anything there before, you're sure.

a tilt, ever so slightly, of the head reveals something that chills your bones. your precious box of 700 hammers... how could it possibly have ended up here?

by the time you turn your head back to the road, it's too late. your car explodes and hammers go everywhere and the hammers explode too.

[existential-cryptid]

maybe it was the crack of your spine made when turned to run

or maybe it was the heavy snow weighing down your footsteps.

maybe it was the beads of sweat and tears stinging your face as you came upon the clearing

or maybe it was the sound of gnashing teeth quickly approaching your ankles from behind.

maybe it doesn't matter anymore, the thought crosses your mind.

maybe it never did.

something told you that you weren't going to make it to the backdoor in time.

[anonymousalchemist]

When did we all start accepting the wizard rp as a regular part of this site

[shosta]

[existential-cryptid]

I feel it rush through my veins, flooding every atom.

I breathe, and for a moment I step out of my body

and into an infinity.

for a moment, I am the ghost haunting my house.

and then, all at once, I am myself again.

as if it never happened at all.

[orphneacheron]

WINTER SENTINEL.XVIII.II.MMXIX. by Orphné Achéron.

pencil, ink and gold.

[n4682]

i was looking through some old drafts and

past me really was just fuckin clueless huh