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----------------- 𝚆𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂. 𝙸𝚃 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚂𝚄𝙼𝙴 𝚄𝚂.

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

You are devil, flesh, and earth.

Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz, tr. by Judith Thurman, from “She Proves the Inconsistency of the Desires,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[requiem-on-water]

THE FOG by ESOX LUCIUS

[hornscrown]

❛ What do men know ? ❜  ━━   @traumnas

           the clown spoke and it’s voice was flesh dragged on gravel . it would have wounded any man’s ears had there been any to listen . but all there was left of humanity in that misty meadow was a hut . abandoned surely , for there were no people around . no evidence of life within their home . the woods stood silent as if they too were waiting on any trace of life to come spilling out from the hut’s door and windows . and they would stand in silence for a long time for even after it had growled its’ question through it’s countless rows of uneven teeth and let it echo through the wilderness , the noise died without an answer .   ━━   when , suddenly , a small creak . from the upper floor a couple of skinny legs came climbing down . A BOY . his hair was dark and thick and his face dirty . he landed upon the floorboards of that seemingly abandoned home and looked up at the creature with a nonchalance that was unnatural for his age  . the boy carried a book under his arm .

             this was the family’s oldest child . a young man who had died in his sleep before ever reaching his 13th birthday . poor lungs and poorer beginnings had doomed him to cross over awfully early . but that evening he had come to visit his family ; the two sisters , the mother ... BUT NOT THE FATHER .     ━━     never the father . and they had held his hands without ever noticing the dirt clinging to his nails nor the leaves tangled in his hair . and they had gladly surrendered their names onto the pages of that BIG BLACK BOOK he carried ... and now they cowarded under a pile of blankets up in the attic after realizing that , what had walked through their front door , was not their father , returning from a successful hunt . SOMETHING OMINOUS HAD GOTTEN IN . the dark haired boy slowly raised one of his small fingers to point up at the ceiling , locating the area where the women quivered and held their breath . the light of the early hours touched his face . a glint of gold glinted where his eyes should be . and he replied in the form of a whisper .

                                                              ❝   ━━  fear . ❞    

[hornscrown]

black phillip is the most supportive goat boyfriend you’ll ever find, change my mind.

[hornscrown]

me: black phillip is my 1 edgy horned boy chaotic me: make hellboy 4 soft horned boy

[elizabeths-banks-deactivated201]

films watched in 2018: The Witch: A New-England Folktale (2015) dir. Robert Eggers

Black Phillip, Black Phillip, a crown grows out his head! Black Phillip, Black Phillip, to nanny queen is wed! Jump to the fence post! Running in the stall! Black Phillip, Black Phillip, king of all!

[hornscrown]

❛ As if I didn’t have enough troubles. ❜  ━━   @dctorsleep

                 the black cat which sat by the corner of the room wasn’t supposed to be there . his legs were drenched in mud . his fur far too filthy and his claws far too long for him to be allowed anywhere near the patients . if the animal’s dirty state wasn’t enough to revolt those around him , his stare ought to serve as a warning . a pair of golden eyes twinkled there in the darkest corner of the room , watching dan unblinkingly . not an unnatural shade for that breed , but his pupils were shaped differently . horrible horizontal lines slashed through the gold : 𝙰𝙽 𝙰𝙱𝚈𝚂𝚂 𝚆𝙰𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙰 𝙿𝙸𝙻𝙶𝚁𝙸𝙼 𝚃𝙾 𝙵𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷 . black phillip rose and leapt onto a sleeping woman’s bed . a trail of dirt was left where he had once sat . once pristine white sheets were now tainted by his footsteps .  the feline meant to aid dan torrance in his quest of comforting the dying was nowhere to be found . this usurper had taken its’ place .    ━━    blood clung to his claws .

                    TROUBLES the man had said ! as if his condition was as mundane as the lives of those who rested there .  as if his gift was easily found . as if he wasn’t a ruby amidst the embers of a dying fire . a whisper filled the room then . it was deceivingly soft , for those few words , despite their warmth , smothered all other noises .         ❝   dost they steal thee from sleep ?  ❞         the cat’s mouth did not move . but it was he who spoke .        ❝    dost they press wine to thy lips ?  ❞        the feral animal nestled upon the sleeping patient’s chest , his own body rising and falling in synch with the woman’s breathing .  there was a horrible detachment there . as if the person beneath him were nothing . and what was she compared to DANNY TORRANCE ? bones . dust . meaningless .      ❝    i am thy ally .  ❞        one of black phillip’s ears twitched . and just like that the chest which he laid upon ceased to move . the woman laid there with a stillness that could only be found in death . the cat licked his jaws .    

                                                                    ❝    ━━     confide in me .  ❞       

[valley-heart9]

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He’ll appear out of nowhere but he ain’t what he seems

[hornscrown]

❛  I’ve never seen anyone like you. Not while I was awake, anyway.  ❜   ━━   @aestatenatus

                         ❝    if it be thy will , princess , then let this be a dream .   ❞         the creature spoke in whispers . and though that was HIS voice , the goat’s mouth did not open . it remained as still as black phillip’s eyes . they watched her closely , unblinkingly but with a strange disinterest that one ought to expect from animals .  this was no ordinary beast . his fur had grown heavy and thick making him look larger than the average goat and his eyes were wide and golden . dirt and leaves alike were tangled beneath countless layers of dark fur and each breath the beast took became visible in the night air .  he was the black woods , the wild , those few corners of the earth that had yet to be touched by mankind .   ━━   anna , however , was of a different breed of wilderness .

                                     her royal highness was a forest fire . her bright copper hair , so often tamed by others’ fingers into neat little braids , ought to be left alone to grow thick and free . anna agðarsdotter : the girl that had been brought up to act like a proper monarch but could not fit into the role . oh , they had always dressed her up in expensive fabrics and adorned her in precious stones , in hopes this would make her fit in with the rest of the court . but how could diamonds and silks compare to the freckles kissing her skin ? they were like EMBERS ; flames that had fallen asleep beneath her flesh . the promise of CHAOS was trapped within a fragile frame built by someone other than herself . the goat huffed . he ached to watch her burn .         ❝   allow me grant a wish to thee .   ❞        black phillip spoke once more and the wind became quieter and quieter with each word . every sound shied away from this meeting . only his voice prevailed . and though there was no smile to be found on the goat’s mouth , one could be heard in his false confession . 

     ❝   for i have travelled far only to    ━━   serve thee .   ❞       

[punlovsin]

We all have forests in our minds. Forests unexplored, unending. Each one of us gets lost in the forest, every night, alone.

 Ursula K. Le Guin, from The Wind’s Twelve Quarters (Harper & Row, 1975)

[kansassire]

The Scarlet Letter, 1926, Victor Sjöström

[hornscrown]

NAME :  coffee . FACECLAIM :  i don’t really have one but i will only accept willem dafoe as my faceclaim . PRONOUNS : she / her . but you can call me whatever i don’t mind . HEIGHT :  1,61 m / short for anyone who uses feet as a measurement . BIRTHDAY :  7th of december . AESTHETIC :  dark humor . deadpan stares . rolled cigarettes . vodka . the sun setting on the sea . tom waits . black . gold . brown eyes . accents . old dust covered things . old dust covered men . tiny espressos . LAST  SONG  YOU  LISTENED  TO :   en el alto del cerro de palomares by estrella morente . FAVORITE  MUSE (S)  YOU’VE  WRITTEN : shadow moon , hannibal lecter , some ocs .

* GETTING  TO  KNOW  THE  ACCOUNT : WHAT  INSPIRED  YOU  TO  TAKE  ON  THIS  MUSE : i watched the movie , i loved everything about it . and honestly i needed to write an ugly horned boy . it was either going to be phillip or the fauno from el laberinto del fauno . but i can’t imagine the fauno speaking in english . so i’m trying to learn the rules of early modern english instead and suffering .

WHAT  ARE  YOUR  FAVORITE  ASPECTS  OF  YOUR  CURRENT  MUSE :  he has fun . he’s just a fun guy . he’s that cool uncle that brings you gifts every time he’s in town in exchange for your soul . but no i mean , i like writing black phillip because i get to explore the more conceptual side of threads and get to focus on other muses’ backstory and weaknesses and desires in order to set the stakes or the mood of the thread . i don’t have any other muse like phillip , it’s fun to have a muse that can’t really empathize to the real modern world . or people . or feelings . you get what i mean .

WHAT’S  YOUR  BIGGEST  INSPIRATION  WHEN  IT  COMES  TO  WRITING :  music . a lot of music . a lot of soundtracks and chelsea wolfe . art . staring at paula rego’s and francisco goya’s work . small things from other movies and tv shows . fairy tales . my mutuals’ writing also inspires me a lot . also goats in sweaters . eerie shit .

FAVORITE  TYPES  OF  THREADS : the ones where i feel like my mutuals understand that black phillip doesn’t have a normal “modus operandi” . he’s not going to just sit down and have a chill chat with you for a whole thread . he doesn’t feel sadness nor passion because he’s not human . i feel like when people understand what my character’s rules and limitations are writing wise the threads immediately become more enjoyable . 

BIGGEST  STRUGGLE  IN  REGARDS  TO  YOUR  CURRENT  MUSE :  i spend a long time just staring at my drafts and trying to find his voice or reasoning for whatever i’m going to write . it’s hard because i love writing black phillip but i also like ... to write fun stuff . not that this isn’t fun but it’s dark serious angsty things are at stake kind of fun . it’s hard to be spontaneous and chillaxed when getting into an evil goat’s head .

TAGGED BY:    @gloryshound we support an icon . TAGGING:   you . yEAH YOU ! the mutual who hasn’t done this yet . i see you .

[hornscrown]

❛ Did you see what I made ? ❜   ━━   @knifelick

                 her hands were the color of sin . all the way up to her elbows , the great black goat could see the trails of unspeakable violence . and she had laughed through her crime and she had danced upon the bodies and she would have thrown her arms around the devil’s neck and proclaimed love for all which was vile in the world if she were given the chance . but black phillip was but a man that evening : no arms would be laced around his throat . the dim lights of a distant porch made his silhouette appear human but hid most of his features . every now and a then the glint of an oddly shaped eye would cut through the darkness between them . not long enough to comfort , not shortly enough to frighten . vera would not be scared so easily . it was her that shined the brightest . the sun had been caught in her hair and her laughter was the summer’s morning . WHAT A HORRIBLE ANGEL SHE WOULD HAVE MADE .   ━━  but heaven couldn’t take her now .

                      she conjured him through blood . claimed it to be a gift . but vera-ellen , despite all her wilderness , was made of flesh and bone . a soul hid beneath her bones , trapped and restless , set ablaze only in moments of hysteria derived from her killings . a fruit to be plucked by the likes of him . black phillip stood still for long enough to let the woman’s question dissipate into the air . only then did he approach her . each step he took echoed against the grass , as if another pair of legs hid somewhere behind him , mimicking his every step . a large calloused hand took her bloodied one and placed a diamond covered ring upon vera-ellen’s slender finger . there was black dirt lodged beneath his fingernails . and even up close , his eyes remained hidden by convenient shadows . TWO BOTTOMLESS PITS stared down at the pretty sinner . she was yet to WRITE HER NAME UPON THE PAGES OF HIS BOOK . but black phillip could be kind to his children . he too could be generous .  and those who made his bidding ought to be rewarded . 

                    his voice was but a whisper . still , all other sounds fell silent when the goat spoke . 

   ❝   𝙸 𝚂𝙴𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙴 , 𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝙻 .  ❞     

[guidethyhand]

BLACK PHILLIP AESTHETICS ( 1 / ?? )

please do not reblog .

[rosco3]

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[hornscrown]

“ You think I’m scared of death? I’ve done it a million times. I’m fucking great at it. ”   ━━   @herapocalyps

                he set his glass down when being approached by the small woman . a song echoed through the hotel’s lobby . but laura moon’s manner of speaking broke the spell of elegance and sophistication the black goat had surrounded himself with . the puritans had feared him once . countless bodies burnt to keep him at bay , rings of salt spilt around babes , towns thorn apart by the mere mention of his name ... alas times had changed . never had so many surrendered to him . women and men alike worshipped black phillip’s image and gathered in great numbers to sing songs conjuring him . a pedestal of his own had been sculpted by those he preyed upon . and black phillip had laughed . and black phillip had watched . and now he feasted upon his children emptied of any interest . there was little to no risk nowadays ; MODERN AMERICA was far more frightened of foreigners than they were of damnation . witchcraft became yet another tool to capitalism . superstition a karaoke song . HE MISSED THE PANIC OF IT ALL .

                 laura wouldn’t have survived new england back when he had arrived there . women who bared confidence in their bellies rather than children were accused of being satan’s spouses . and every breath she ( didn’t ) take screamed resistance ; EMPOWERMENT    ━━   had the devil made her or had man created the devil to excuse the killing of women ? oh , what marvelous chaos had laura moon’s killing created . what sweet sorrow and pain had bloomed from her asphalt burns . black phillip sucked on his bottom lip and tasted the red wine he had been sipping on . nowadays he was a sharp-dressed man but , still , the dirt of the ever shrinking american wilderness still hid beneath his fingernails . the goat in man’s clothing stared at her then . and he changed . although his lips didn’t move , black phillip did speak to her . the lobby’s soothing song quieted down .        ❝   how valorous it is to see ,    ❞        his voice was a mere whisper but it was an awfully familiar one . his eyes turned into a warm shade of brown  .       ❝    where thy worth dost shine the brightest ,  ❞    his thick lips opened only to mock her . 

        ❝       ━━   lover .     ❞       

[bluesmemethings]

The Last Unicorn (1982) starters.

❛  I dislike the feel of these woods.  ❜

❛  Unicorns? I thought they only existed in fairytales.  ❜

❛  This is a forest like any other. Isn’t it ?  ❜

❛  Let’s turn around. Hunt somewhere else.  ❜

❛  This is no world for you.  ❜

❛  Good luck to you, for you are the last.  ❜

❛  What do men know ?  ❜

❛  We are as old as the sky, old as the moon.  ❜

❛  We can be hunted, we can be trapped, we can even be killed but we do not vanish !  ❜

❛  Have you traveled very far ?  ❜

❛  Be a little respectful, do you know who I am ?  ❜

❛  Your name is a golden bell, hung in my heart.  ❜

❛  I would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name.  ❜

❛  In all your wanderings, have you seen others like me ?  ❜

❛  Have you seen the others? Where have they gone? Tell me which way I must go to find them.  ❜

❛  No, no, listen ! Don’t listen to me, listen !  ❜

❛  You can find the others if you are brave.  ❜

❛  What if they’re waiting for me ? In need of my help ?  ❜

❛  Well hello there little one !  ❜

❛  And just who might you belong to ? a pretty little thing like you ?  ❜

❛  In my heart I carry such a heavy load.  ❜

❛  And here I thought I’d seen the last of them !  ❜

❛  I know you. If I were blind I would know what you are.  ❜

❛  You wouldn’t have heard of me.  ❜

❛  It’s not much of a job for a real magician, but I’ve had worse.  ❜

❛  You’re mine. If you kill me, you’re still mine.  ❜

❛  Your death sits in that cage and she hears you.  ❜

❛  She’ll kill me one day or another, but she will remember forever that I caught her, that I held her prisoner. So there’s my immortality.  ❜

❛  You were out on the road hunting for your own death !  ❜

❛  He’ll not have you ! You belong to me.  ❜

❛  We are two sides of the same magic.  ❜

❛  You are safer here. You should thank me for protecting you.  ❜

❛  There has never been a spell on me before.  ❜

❛  It’s a very rare person who is taken for what he truly is.  ❜

❛  Will you help me ?  ❜

❛  You’re my last chance.  ❜

❛  Can you truly set me free ?  ❜

❛  I asked him a riddle and it always takes that lout all night to solve riddles.  ❜

❛  the spell was wrong but there was true magic in it ! try again.  ❜

❛  My dear you deserve the services of a great wizard but I’m afraid you’ll have to be glad of the aide of a second rate pickpocket.  ❜

❛  Okay, (name), I give up. Why is a raven like a writing desk ?  ❜

❛  She’ll kill you if you set her free !  ❜

❛  Don’t look back, and don’t run.  ❜

❛  You must never run from anything immortal, it attracts their attention.  ❜

❛  She chose her death long ago. It was the fate she wanted.  ❜

❛  You have no regrets as I do ?  ❜

❛  I’ve never seen anyone like you. Not while I was awake, anyway.  ❜

❛  I’m going where they are, to learn whatever they know.  ❜

❛  Take me with you ! for luck, for laughs, for the unknown.  ❜

❛  You could never have granted my true wish.  ❜

❛  I cannot turn you into something you are not.  ❜

❛  Hide yourself ! We’ll find each other later.  ❜

❛  Mind your heads now, it’s raining ninnies !  ❜

❛  Put me down you fool !  ❜

❛  I don’t like the look of him.  ❜

❛  That’s only (name)’s way, but she has a good heart.  ❜

❛  This is not happening.  ❜

❛  We’ll both be gentlemen of leisure in a months time.  ❜

❛  Oh, I love you.  ❜

❛  She shall never have you !  ❜

❛  We will perish together.  ❜

❛  Did you see me ? Were you watching ?  ❜

❛  Did you see what I made ?  ❜

❛  It’s gone now, but I had it !  ❜

❛  Where have you been ? Where have you been ! ?  ❜

❛  Where were you when I was new ?  ❜

❛  How dare you come to me now when I am this !  ❜

❛  It’s alright, I forgive you.  ❜

❛  You can’t come with us ! we’re on a quest !  ❜

❛  Well, you’re going the wrong way.  ❜

❛  You have all the power you need if you dare to look for it.  ❜

❛  What have you done ! ?  ❜

❛  The power will come to me whenever I need it, and one day! One day it will come to me when I call !  ❜

❛  You are an idiot !  ❜

❛  Don’t ! Don’t you hurt yourself !  ❜

❛  I can feel this body dying all around me !  ❜

❛  You are losing my interest, and that is very dangerous.  ❜

❛  I will keep nothing near me that does not make me happy.  ❜

❛  How would you know ?  ❜

❛  Well, just look at you !  ❜

❛  Come on, I’ll write you a reference.  ❜

❛  You have let your doom in by the front door !  ❜

❛  What are you looking at ?  ❜

❛  What is the matter with your eyes ?  ❜

❛  You may come and go as you please.  ❜

❛  My secrets guard themselves, may yours do the same.  ❜

❛  Please, let me help you. What can I do for you ?  ❜

❛  And then she looked at me and I was sorry I had killed the thing.  ❜

❛  For her sake I’ve become a hero but my great deeds mean nothing to her !  ❜

❛  I wish to be whatever she has most need of.  ❜

❛  You are cruel to him.  ❜

❛  He only wishes you to think of him.  ❜

❛  Who am I ? Why am I here ?  ❜

❛  I knew a moment ago, but I have forgotten.  ❜

❛  I was innocent and wise and full of pain.  ❜

❛  Now that I’m a woman, everything has changed.  ❜

❛  Why won’t you help me ? Why must you always speak in riddles ?  ❜

❛  I would tell you what you want to know if I could.  ❜

❛  I am always dreaming, even when I am awake. It is never finished.  ❜

❛  I would court you with more grace if I knew how.  ❜

❛  Drown out my dreams. Keep me from remembering whatever wants me to remember it.  ❜

❛  Words are always getting in my way.  ❜

❛  That’s all I have to tell you. That’s all I’ve got to say.  ❜

❛  I’m not a man of poetry. Music isn’t one with me.  ❜

❛  As if I didn’t have enough troubles.  ❜

❛  Well of course you’re of noble birth, anyone could see that.  ❜

❛  Love is slowing you down, my lady.  ❜

❛  It was pleasant enough at first, but it died quickly.  ❜

❛  There is nothing of yours that I desire.  ❜

❛  There is no movement of yours that has not betrayed you.  ❜

❛  I like to watch them. They fill me with joy.  ❜

❛  The first time I felt it, I thought I was going to die.  ❜

❛  Do you dare still pretend to be human ?  ❜

❛  It makes no difference. The end will be the same. I can wait.  ❜

❛  Shut up you pretentious kneecap !  ❜

❛  How would you like a punch in the eye ?  ❜

❛  It’s so nice to have someone to play with.  ❜

❛  Try me tomorrow. Maybe I’ll tell you tomorrow.  ❜

❛  Give it to me if you don’t want it but don’t throw it away !  ❜

❛  Give me the wine !  ❜

❛  You would have gone without me ?  ❜

❛  No name you could give her would surprise or frighten me.  ❜

❛  I love whom I love.  ❜

❛  I will go no further.  ❜

❛  Everything dies. I want to die when you die.  ❜

❛  Yes, that is my wish.  ❜

❛  I am a hero, and heroes know that things must happen when it is time for them to happen.  ❜

❛  A quest may not simply be abandoned.  ❜

❛  A happy ending cannot come in the middle of the story.  ❜

❛  What if there isn’t a happy ending at all ?  ❜

❛  There are no happy endings, because nothing ends.  ❜

❛  Do something ! You have the power ! I will kill you if you don’t do something !  ❜

❛  That’s what heroes are for.  ❜

❛  I’ve never had any friends before.  ❜

❛  Men don’t always know when they’re happy.  ❜

❛  I’m sorry. I have done you evil and I cannot undo it.  ❜

❛  No sorrow will live in me as long as that joy.  ❜