𝕀𝕀 . THE HIGH PRIESTESS

ENTER  FREELY  AND  BE  UNAFRAID  !

[inwudu]

I AM CONSTANTLY TRYING TO COMMUNICATE SOMETHING INCOMMUNICABLE   ...   to  explain  something  inexplicable  ,  to  tell  about  something  i  only  feel  in  my  bones  and  which  can  only  be  experienced  in  those  bones  //  𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐞  𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐝𝐮  𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦  𝐝𝐜/𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐨  𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐬  𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝  𝐛𝐲  𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐚

[inwudu-a]

idk  who  still  follows  me  over  here  but  xan  has  moved  to  this  blog  @inwudu

[inwudu-a]

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[johnsconfession]

here’s his confession.

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[rotcraft-a-blog]

i’m going to be giving my side/statement, i feel some of you deserve a more detailed explanation. everything that happened the other evening felt so surreal, it didn’t feel real. i was exhausted, but i stayed up to support the women who have suffered what i’ve suffered. but now with some sleep, tea, and more of a clear mind than last night i’m here to give you more information. i’m coming out with my words, but i shall leave it to the other women to come forward on their own. 

MAJOR TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR ABUSE, SEXUAL ABUSE, MANIPULATIVE BEHAVIOUR.

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[inwudu-a]

i  miss  being  here  but  also  i  feel  so  off  on  this  dash  ,  now  you  feel  me  ? 

[inwudu-a]

( hippocraticmagic ) My God, as I've said before, I've been in constant AWE at you since I created this account. Your writing style? and your characterization?? and your graphics??? ALL AMAZING, HON'! The way I can feel Xan's ancient knowledge and her dormant power in the way you write her is like WOW! I actually regret not reaching to you sooner, because you're also a sweetie and I just met you but I love you and Xan to the moon a back. <3 <3

OH YOU !!  i  can’t  tell  you  how  happy  i  am  that  all  of  this  comes  across  in  my  writing  .  i  like  to  draw attention  to  xan’s  past  since  it’s  so  important  to  who  she  is  as  a  character  but  also  i  don’t  want  to  be  too  heavy-handed  about  it  either  .  but  goD  i’m  so  happy  you’ve  reached  out  and  we’ve  been  able  to  write  together  and  chat  ooc  more  .  you’re  lovely  paz  💖

𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 :  𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐩  !  /  (  @hippocraticmagic  )

[inwudu-a]

your portrayal is fucking fantastic. i'm in constant awe over just how beautiful your writing is. 💜💜💜💜

this  is  far  too  kind  !!  i  really  do  have  a  blast  writing  for  xan  .  i  love  how  introspective  she  is  .  her  internal  dialogue  is  probably  my  favorite  thing  to  write  when  it  comes  to  her  -  right  after  the  descriptions  of  the  feeling  of  magick  itself  through  her  perspective  .  i’m  glad  you  enjoy  reading  it  c:  

𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 :  𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐩  !  /  (  @runegiven )

[inwudu-a]

Forever my fav Magick Woman , you have a very beautiful vocabulary & way with words that rly gives us insight to Xanadu as a character but also helps characterize her AS WHO SHE IS ... also the perfect merge of Arthurian legend & comic lore as well with amazing graphics !! I love you hiiiiiiii

uh  hello  i  adore  you  ??  this  means  so  much  coming  from  you  since  i  love  the  world  you  have  created  surrounding  stephen  and  all  the  detailed  writing  and  posts  you  cook  up  to  make  his  verse  fully  realized  .  ANYWAY  i  love  you  and  now  you’re  stuck  writing  with  me  for  the  rest  of  your  days  on  this  hellsite  ha  ha  !!

𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 :  𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐩  !  /  (  @byhosts  )

[musingmeme-blog]

beep beep how’s my portrayal ?

[mssyheaded]

“Her heart was a dark forest, her soul all the wild things which dwelt between the trees.”

— Nnight Curses and other Lullabies // l.e. wildë

[inwudu-a]

𝐇𝐄, 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐋  ( 𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 )

He guessed he should have not be surprised she knew him before they were introduced. Since becoming Master of the New York Sanctum, he had been painfully aware of the existence of the witch living only a few block away. He had heard about her ( from Wong ) and had been advised to let her be, until their paths cross naturally ( from the older masters at Kamar-Taj ) yet, curious as he was, he had been researching, reading about her and watching from afar. Nimue Inwudu was the stuff of legends, and there was a certain childlike wonder he felt whenever he found another piece of information about her.

He only wished the matter of his visit were less grim than it actually is.

“ Madame Seer ” he gives her a small bow, his gloved hands taking her free one and kissing it in greeting “ Forgive me, if had kept you waiting. The work of a sorcerer is never quite done ” he offers, and that much is true. After Dormammu, threats hadn’t stopped appearing at his doorstep— sometimes quite literally. 

“ May we speak in private? I’m afraid this isn’t the courtesy visit you might have hoped for. ”

          MYTH  MADE  FLESH  !  although  ,  few  knew  the  oracle’s  true  power  .  the  madame  hid  under  the  guise  of  a  hoax         yet  those  who  truly  needed  her  and  sought knowledge  would  find  more  than  a  decorated  palm  reader  .  even  if  her  tellings  were  a  magick  to  be  admired  .  the  formality  of  his  gesture  is  not  lost  upon  her  and  as  the  contact  is  made  the  primordial  reaches  of  the  ancient  folk’s  power  bubble  to  the  surface  .  her  witchcraft  meeting  his  own  for  but  an  instant  before  receding  entirely  ,  retreating  back  into  her  skin  .  ❛  patience  is  something  i  have  learned  in  the  passing  centuries  .  there  is  no  need  for  apologies  ,  doctor  .  your  hard  work  has  not  gone  unnoticed  by  me .  ❜  

      a  profound  desolation  can  be  fathomed  in  the  depths  of  emerald  eyes  ,  forlorn  truth  lingering  on  her  tongue  .  ❛  oh  ,  i’m  afraid  when  our  kind  meet  it  is  seldom  under  good  circumstances  ...  ❜  already  she  is  turning  away  , beginning  towards  the  stairway  to  the  awaiting  parlor  .  ❛  come  ,  i’ll  put  on  the  kettle  and  we  can  discuss  this  further  .  you  may  not  bring  good  news  but  that  doesn’t  mean  we  must  be  so  formal  with  one  another  .  ❜  over  her  shoulder  she  surveys  him  ,  a  peculiar  smile  playing  across  her  lips  the  curve  of  which  seems  to  hold  a  secret  long-lost  .  

[octoberbrunette]

[inwudu-a]

i  really  should  keep  a list  of  all  the  magical  items  xan  safeguards  and  even  uses  from  time  to  time  but  just  know  she  is  possession  of  a  few  of  the  sibylline  books  as  well  as  the  philosopher’s  stone  which  she  nicked  off  of  merlin  at  some  point  also  the  magdalene  grimoire  and  …  the  archangel  michael’s  sword  which  is  basically  hidden  in  plain  sight  as  a  mantle  piece  in  her  home  . 

[inwudu-a]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐑 ?  ( 𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐡𝐚‌ )

              𝘅𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗱𝘂, 𝘅𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗱𝘂, 𝘅𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗱𝘂.  madame of mysteries and secrets: how they’ve unraveled in nina’s mind. 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗮𝗹! her whole life… lives… entwined like sider webs holding strong after decade, after century. who would have fucking thought?

a bell jingles her arrival. ❝ 𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗢? is anyone here? ❞ she holds her breath. releases it tightly. ❝ XAN? ❞

❛ @inwudu​ plotted ❜

         MAIDEN  ,  MOTHER  ,  CRONE  !  all  she  had  been  in  one  body  alone  .  peculiar  it  was  ,  to  be  a  stranger  to  oneself  .  the  oracle  was  adept  at  the  intricate  act  of  BECOMING  /  and  then  UNBECOMING  .  for  an  eternity  was  far  too  long  to  remain  the  same  woman  ,  though  she  still  dwelled  in  the  very  same  flesh  she  had  when  she  was  still  unripe          new  to  the  world  .    

          ❛  enter  freely  ,  nina  .  ❜  this  name  is  an  ancient  spell  ,  familiar  and  new  all  at  once  .  parting  a  curtain  of  glass  beads  the  seer  appears  ,  voice  soothing  as  an  unsung  lullaby  .    ❛  this  is  not  your  first  time  in  my  parlor  but  then         you  held  another  name  .  ❜  

[inwudu-a]

[inwudu-a]

WITH  NO  REAL  POWER  OF  HER  OWN  .  the  madame  is  not  without  her  methods  to  get  around  merlin’s  curse  .  as  she  used  to  be  a  vessel  for  deep  ,  ancient  magic  it  is  no  surprise  that  her  body  craves  it  now  that  she  no  longer  possesses  it  .  not  only  are  the  magically-inclined  drawn  to  her  but  she  to  them  .  despite  her  curse  she  maintains  the  same  mystical  energy  signature  that  she  had  prior  to  losing  her  abilities  .   this  is  because  she  still  has  the  capacity  for  great  magic  .  it  is  a  fault  in  the  curse ,  though  she  is  unable  to  retain  any  ability  from  within  herself  it  does  not  take  into   account  magic  that  exists  outside  of  her .  the  magic  which  is  simply  in  her  vicinity  . 

her  tarot  parlor  is  a  museum  of  enchanted  relics  .  blessed  gems  and  cursed  weaponry  .  as  long  as  they  carry  but  a  shred  of  magic  she  can  use  this  energy  and  channel  it  into  her  own  spellwork .  with  people  it  is  not  as  simple  ,  touch  is  required  in  order  for  the  transfer  of  mystic  power  .  it  should  be  noted  that  this  is  mostly  an  unconscious  effort  on  xanadu’s  part  .  she  cannot  control  this  transaction  because  it  is  purely  her  body’s  reaction  to  a  potential  magic  source  . it  is  not  a  spell  or  casting  in  the  slightest  ,  but  a  need  .  magic  to  xanadu  is  like  a  phantom  limb  something  utterly  necessary  lost  that  she  cannot  stop  reaching  for  even  if  she  knows  she  will  never  truly  have  it  back  .

this  siphoning  of  mystic  energy  is  not  hazardous  to  the  other  party  though  .  only  if  she  is  actively  going  through  the  process  could  dire  consequences  occur  .  her  magical  threshold  is  unfathomably  high  and  for  lesser  mages  being  in  contact  with  her  for  extended  periods  of  time  could  be  potentially  draining  . outside  of  this  transference  xanadu  is  also  somewhat  of  a  focuser  when  it  comes  to  lengthy  casting  and  intricate  spells  .  essentially  she  can  concentrate  the  magic  of  others  into  a  steady  stream  making  the  process  more  effective  and  less  straining  on  those  involved  .

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

I am used to being lonely but forever to be a stranger is a strange grief.

Ursula K. Le Guin, from section IV “The Unknown Continent,” of “So Far,” So Far So Good: Final Poems, 2014-2018 (Copper Canyon Press, 2018)