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——— 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 ! // black phillip from the 2015 film "the vvitch”
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Lars Von Trier’s “Antichrist”, 2009
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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. black phillip, black phillip, king of sky and land. black phillip, black phillip, king of sea and sand. we are ye servants, we are ye men. black phillip eats the lions from the lions' den.
PRIVATE / SELECTIVE BLACK PHILLIP FROM “THE VVITCH” ( 2015 ) / BY COFFEE
My kind of ASMR
praecher:
almost thoughtless, the words FALL from bitter lips, eyes staring down ━━━stubbornly set on the tranquil amber coloring his glass. so much LOST & so little won, a life of desperation & fear ; interspersed with periods of absolute bliss. ━━━they’re no more than MEMORIES, now, forever imprinted & to be cherished by jesse custer, each hazardous recollection inevitably followed by the torturing sting of utter despair ( it’s a SIN to take your own life, preacher !! ) & the burning, irrevocable thirst for revenge. dead end upon dead end, & the man ends up drowning unconsolable sorrow & pain at the bottom of the cheapest whiskey, spilling ridiculous truths without a second thought ━━━more to himself than others. & it’s a surprise when the man seating next to him decides to JUMP IN in a strangely unfamiliar accent, doubled with an even stranger speech ( the way lil’ jesse used to think people talked in the bible ).
the words are enough to draw him out of his DRUNKEN STUPOR & grant the stranger a scarse glance, single eyebrow raising ━ more out of curiosity than real interest ━ as his eyes faintly squint in puzzlement : bar discussions never reached deeper than a woman’s waistband. & from the suddenly MUTED crowd around them, custer’s eyes shift to the glass that’s been pushed in his direction, reaching for it before bringing it to his lips. a sniff ━━━ VODKA & APPLE. he doesn’t care that it’s not his liquor of choice, simply pours the glass down his throat & swallows loudly… believing one quick second that his heart’s fully STOPPED as he gazes back to the stranger, blinding stupor enough for him to DROP THE GLASS THAT CRASHES ‘PON THE FLOOR ━━━ tulip o’hare staring down at him in that special, signature way only she could master. a way that would have had jesse custer forsake his quest to seek god himself, had she wanted. ❝ tulip━━━ ! ! ! ❞ while the word is muttered softly, jaw dropped, he’s already on his feet, reaching forward to grip her arm & squeeze tight. looking for any hint of guarantee that he isn’t caught amidst a treacherous dream he’s only to wake up from. ❝ tulip… ? ❞ ━━━ @hornscrown. from.
The sudden grip didn’t startle Black Phillip. He continued to wear Tulip O’Hare’s blank expression without any shred of MERCY or PITY for the desperate preacher that stood before him. He could smell it spilling out from every pour ; the stench of a man standing at the edge of the abyss. A man ready to leap into the BOTTOMLESS PIT if that would grant him a momentary glimpse of his woman alive and well . . . God had tricked men into believing LOVE to be something to aspire to. But the truth in the kingdom built by Adam and Eve’s children was much crueler ━ LOVE WAS A LEASH. One could only hope the person holding it wouldn’t TUG at it too violently. Brown eyes stared into Jesse’s unblinkingly. There was no escaping Black Phillip’s TIGHT HOLD.
❛ I can return, Jesse Custer. ❜ He replied in a whisper as soft as a summer breeze. His voice however carried the faint smell of a BONFIRE. Of IRON and GASOLINE. The horribly familiar stench of HELL was disguised with warmth and sympathy. Concepts which were completely USELESS for the devil himself. ❛ However thou would have me , ❜ Full lips never opened to follow the words filling Jesse’s ears. ❛ As a friend . . . As a wife . . . As a mother. ❜ Black Phillip tilted his head while gently grabbing the preacher’s hand to press it against Tulip O’Hare’s belly. Nothing moved there, for Black Phillip could not create new life . . . Only STEAL it. All of this was a CRUEL play. Making pacts with Black Phillip always came with HORRIBLE CONSEQUENCES. The Devil was a good businessman and he knew how to RAISE THE STAKES in his favor. ❛ I can give thee everything God can’t , preacher . . . All thou need is to kneel before me and ask me how. ❜
NOVEL / FILM BASED LISBETH SALANDER OF THE MILLENNIUM SERIES.
she had stared at him for a whole minute and decided that she did not have a grain of feeling left , because it would have been the same as bleeding to death . FUCK YOU .
PRIV & SEL. MATURE / TRIGGERING THEMES. AS TRANSLATED BY MELANIE.
Temptation
“ I may be losing my mind. ”
* / WESTWORLD MEME CLOSED
Large golden eyes watched her from the darkness. Although owls were allowed as pets, no one had carried Black Phillip into Hogwarts. No cage could have TAMED him. His place was not behind bars but amidst the WILDERNESS that waited outside the school’s walls. Tales of monsters who hid behind the trees waiting to devour the children were not uncommon . . . And Black Phillip’s intentions, like those of monsters, were far from pure. ❛ What of it, Myrtle Corbyn? ❜ A whisper brushed through the girl’s frame like a sudden GUST OF WIND had invaded the school’s halls. He sat very still upon a half-open window, watching the girl unblinkingly, as if he were made of the same dark stone as the building. For such a sharp-clawed creature, Black Phillip’s voice was impressively SOFT. ❛ What can a mind offer? ❜ Asked the owl, never opening its’ beak. ❛ Can it feed thee? Melt the winter snow ‘round thy feet? ❜ The owl’s irises grew horribly wide nearly swallowing all of the color left in his gaze. The air always became still when Black Phillip spoke. It knew better than to INTERRUPT a bird of prey’s hunt. ❛ Can it heal thy wounds ? ❜
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I heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’ W.Yeats
II. A VESSEL : HOLLOW; WHO KNEW ABSENCE COULD GET SO HUNGRY? / created + written by ivy.
traumnas:
FAIRY TALE AESTHETICS: BROTHERS GRIMM VERSION
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SNOW WHITE: jade trinket boxes. taste of iron. fingertips on a mirror. yellow and green with envy. long handled hunting knives. sewing by the window. combs laced with pearls and poison. an apple white one side and red the other. white doves. frosted glass.
THE MAIDEN WITHOUT HANDS: a blunt axe. a ring of chalk. tear-stained cheeks. sweet pears. hands tied behind back. shallow rivers. aching feet. walking for days. flowing gowns. liquid silver. wax seals. blinding lights.
THE THREE LITTLE GNOMES IN THE FOREST: lukewarm bath water. sapphire butterflies. tiny milk snakes. baskets of strawberries. fat toads. sparkling snow. fur cloaks. raw gemstones. kettles made of copper. red wine. a tiny cottage in the middle of nowhere.
BLUE BEARD: a tiny key made of gold. pools of blood. stains that won’t rub away. galloping hooves. treasures from far away lands. dragged by the hair. dark and damp cellars. marble walls. shivering with fear. screaming at the top of your lungs.
THE SIX SWANS: sitting side-saddle. daughter of a witch. nettles. white feathers. refusing to smile. needles and threads. a castle in the forest. sound of beating wings. birthmarks. climbing trees. balls of yarn. silver crowns.
LITTLE RED CAP: wildflowers. rich-tasting cake. wicker baskets. the path rarely trod. sharp teeth. curtains drawn. a dying fireplace. grey pelts. red velvet. handmade quilts. sunlight peeking through branches. opening corks with a satisfying pop. looking someone directly in the eye.
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I am that very witch. When I sleep my spirit slips away from my body and dances naked with The Devil. That’s how I signed his book.
