baba yaga

are not her iron teeth and bony legs this country's bones? do we not eat her food and breathe her air? she is our mother and can never die so long as russia endures

[sylrien-archived]

HBICs of Mythology —- BABA YAGA

❝ shrewd witch of the rus, devourer of children and judge of tsars, the keeper of balance, and guardian of life and death ❞

[irxnteeth]

{ Starter call! -- we are also open for plotting }

[hirxeth]

[irxnteeth]

“How can you have lived for so long and still not get it? This self obsession, it’s a waste of living. It could be spent on surviving things, appreciating nature, nurturing kindness and friendship. And dancing”

Only lovers left alive (2013) dir. Jim Jarmusch

[fromhiddleswithlove]

[axyb]

[earth-earthlings]

(௯) Tilda Swinton | by Milan Vukmirovic

[njgny-deactivated20200616]

[torhin]

I have no interest in prisoners. Kill them all.

[taintlesstide]

Tilda Swinton by Tim Walker.

[irxnteeth]

{ Starter call! }

[cinematicsinner]

[skittledgummibear]

relationship goal <3

[paulblartmallcop2]

Tilda Swinton photographed by Norman Jean Roy for New York Magazine, 2014

[honeygloom-deactivated20200508]

Baba Yaga and Vasilisa by Tin Can Forest

[irxnteeth]

{ Alrighty, obviously uni is over so now I can get back on track during my time off. But first, I shall go queue some things then attend to my replies on thelostfae and daevaen. }

{ Anywho, like for a starter if you’d like one, and my ask is open for plotting }

[thesmophoric]

A magician, then; and an Old-Thing, to be sure. Though she      knew not the words, the power held within them forced      meaning unto all in ear-shot – the haruspex herself froze for      but a moment. Due reverence was owed. 

          “I have no basis for such memory –            a taste would surely make to-day unlivable.” 

The hag’s crafts were manifold and of apparent high quality – though Velia was certainly not a skilled enough craftswoman to detect a well-made fake from a genuine piece of work. She  recognized a many-folded boat, that with a command word might spring from its humble form into a full sailor’s apparatus, to a dead musician’s harp, that might lure the unwary under its discordant tune, and a pair of rusted, foul shackles. She did not recognize the purpose of the last. The rumble of her stomach returned the godling from her careful perusal, reminded of the still-hot kolanchky in her bag. It wouldn’t hurt to offer.

                   “Would you care to share bread?” 

[irxnteeth]

The witch grinned at the her -- “Smart girl. Enough of us are restless with the world as it is, how careless would it be to add another to that number?” she poke, removing the hand which had come to rest upon a small green glass bottle that had contained such memories.         She followed the girl’s gaze however, before her eyes too settled         on the shackles, which had once bound the Deathless before he         was freed. She did not offer those without great cost however --         and so far none had dared pay it when prompted. However, the witch’s amusement was cut short and she sneered slightly as she answered “I did not come here to eat.” waving away the offer and straightening out from her hunched stance to an intimidating height, even whilst she was seated on her makeshift stool, she still towered over most mortals.

[koaschei]

                 “I figure, if he catches wind of it, he might just buy me a drink.”

What was Baba Yaga if not a singular being? Was she a sum of those angled, crinkling parts– or were those but pieces of a disguise? He knew her well enough. Knew her needling fingers and how they had a knack for plucking life and death (and things in between) with the blink of an eye. 

He knew her well enough to see how she always had one foot firmly rooted here in reality, and the other floating somewhere fantastical. And yet it never ceased to astound him how she slipped in with  the crowd. So, the question still remained. And like always, so did he, 

He perks his head, 

                “Ah, you’re right. He had a whole smattering of them.                   I’d nearly forgotten.” 

[irxnteeth]

                “Perhaps he would, foolish as he is.” Baba Yaga cast her gaze back to the eggs again, bony fingers tapping sharp nails against the glass before she decided to move on to the next exhibit.         ”So whilst your skin grows younger, your mind becomes         weaker, does it?” She was teasing of course “Whereas         I only grow older, yet my mind remains as strong as a steel trap.” The witch never forgot anything, she could remember what the stones remembered and all that the clouds had seen in their travels in minute detail                 ”Perhaps I should peck at that brain instead...”