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@lncanting
# lncanting. independent , SELECTIVE oc . established circa 2015 . mutuals only . 18+ for dark themes , body horror & death . appeased by creecher { 36 , she/her , est. }
a practice in : feminine power . memento mori . rot giving way to life . caring for others , & mending the hurt .
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other blogs : @crvptd // @manebloom // @funiculiholiday // @tendercoded
more links under cut .
beneath the concrete and steel , beneath smog and muck . past the debris and the litter and the sludge .
behind traffic and yelling , beyond the raucous cacophony of boiler city's afternoon .. if one listened very closely , they might hear it .
melody spinning on the afternoon , motes of dust drifting like a warm snow , even now , even here , in the depths under it all . nobody ever knew that she was there . nobody would ever know what she did or why she did it . fingertips brushed rough surface , drawing patterns , and in the glow of sunlight above , in this moment
it felt holy .
she's still sour about her personal reading today .
what tarot card are you ?
The Devil
Restriction is not so terrible a thing as you think it is. One must not always be shackled to be prudent. You could use a set of handcuffs in your life, my love. Shall I forge them for you? We could be tied together, you and I. Maybe then you would not want for so many things. Maybe if you were drip fed what you wanted, you would only focus on the next drip, instead of the wide world of things there are to want. You consume what you love, you terrify the things you want. You have chewed your way through your life and you are still hungry. The old woman holds out a key. The iron around your wrist is so very heavy.
i have hired this hot woman from boiler city to stare at you
โ in my life , i was noel carver , who worked as a tarot reader in boiler city , florida . but in my dreams , i played a different role , i was monique gibeau , in post .. war .. france .. โ
m . monsters , huh .
somewhere nearby , laughter fills the haze . the sound of merriment and revelry , of golden chalices refilled , endlessly .
noel drifted in and out of slumber , curled up beneath several blankets , a book long - forgotten in her lap . every time she closed her eyes , nearly dropped off entirely , she could hear that happiness . the sound of voices she'd almost forgotten . the look of faces , now only blinks of color and smeared features .
it felt like it was so long ago , now .
but an unease tethered her back to the waking world . the night was quiet , even for boiler city . she half wished she was somewhere else right now , having a drink . people - watching . impressing some wide - eyed idiot from out of town with her broomriding skills .
she pulled her glasses off , rubbing at her eyes . a hand pawed at the nightstand , over an incense burner , another stack of books , her crystal necklace , her phone . she lifted the last up , squinting at the time displayed . not yet the wee hours of the morning . the night was young . thumbing through her contacts , she scrolled a long list of numbers . querents , a smattering of family , a series of numbers that were all oddly similar to one another , save for being off by like a single number . what the fuck is that all abou --
n'ehh , nevermind . that sounded like a lot of effort . and for once in her life , she didn't feel like putting that effort in .
she slipped her phone back onto the nightstand and rolled over , pulling a linen closet's worth of blankets up over herself .
her mind veered to mathilda , wondering how the spirit was doing . she was a tough thing , glad to hold her own . and then her mind veered to anton , and annie , and the proposition of drinking and sharing stories , and ..
.. yeah , right .
noel was starting to have the feeling that she was thinking way too much about what the cards had said . maybe she hadn't been sleeping well , lately . maybe her brain was loopy . everything is superficial . there's comfort in the shallows . sometimes , the depths are too deep to climb out of , before it's too late .
a hand reached out of the blanket pile and clicked the beside light off , her room going dark , save for the dim striping of streetlights , beyond the blinds .
she just needed to sleep on it .
Anton wasn't acquainted with... 98% of Boiler City. At least on a personal level. They sure as hell were acquainted with him, though. Why else would the good ol 'two dollar rent' be a constant there? A lot of passing faces, people sort of giving him awkward glances as he shoved everything in the clearance aisle into his mouth and left. That guy. The local brick wall.
The two spirits couldn't help but glance over Mathilda in response-- The smaller, star-shaped one playfully 'hiding' behind Wonga who simply offered the other a slightly inquisitive... Albeit, vaguely relieved look. Oh good, Spirits weren't as rare as he thought they were. Lovely.
"๐ต..." "..."
The dynamite man can't help but casually snap out of... Whatever. He was thinking about, lightly leaning on his hammer he didn't dare let go of-- Moreso, as of late. A few passive nods became full attention when she said his name. He's... Probably? Seen her in passing a few times. If you're anywhere near Brulo he'll perceive you, that was a constant.
A quirked brow at her words, followed up by her getting one of Anton's more common toothy grins. There it is. The situation was dire, but come on. He could still have a bit of back and forth.
"Hey, you were right when you first said it, and yer right, now." A glance over at Mathilda, before his attention returns back to Noel in proper, "I'll tell you allllllll about the petty bullshit the big guy put me through when I'm back at Brulos when this bullshit is finally antonover. Just as a lil bonus."
heh . he'd tell her about the whole thing when he came back , huh ? share a drink , have a chat ? not just talk at someone about their fortune and tell them how miserable their life is ? that .. that sounded nice . maybe he'd invite annie along too . they could just .. hang out .
huh . that sounded ..
โ i'm holding you to that . โ she swung a leg over her broomstick , preparing for her departure , attention turning to mathilda . โ take care of them , hildy . i'll be waiting for you to come back home . โ the spirit momentarily paused in blowing bubbles for the tinier star spirit long enough for her to send up a little , heart - shaped bubble . with a wiggle of her fingers in farewell , the witch kicked off the ground , drifting upwards and catching the wind .
Protection? Hm. Interesting... Bluntly speaking, Anton wouldn't give two shits if people decided to chuck themselves at Satan or any of his seven wise idiots just to mess with them or put a wrench into their plans. Like, MAYBE he'd help? Sometimes? But to Anton's knowledge, he got WELL and even with Satan. One may ask if he and his roommate were capable of downing him for good, with that much power...
...Even if she didn't know what was going on, he guessed if she was willing to cough up 'Mathilda'... He could owe people a few favors during all of this. The kid let him off easy. Grumble, mumble... That feeling in his gut continued to permeate, but it was fine, as he stumbled down into the station.
[Sure. I can do that.]
Came the flat text reply as Anton's eyes adjusted to the ever crappy flickering lights of the area,
[If you're worried about your spirit, Wonga told me that Spirits do refill on their own if they need to, I've seen it myself. You'll see me in front of that crappy statue I brought up.] Only a fair thing to clarify-- Anton literally had to seek out nineteen of his own transformed spirits, the irony of this situation was surprisingly not lost on him.
noel well and truly didn't know what was going on . but that card from the other night had put her on edge . if there was something requiring this level of desperation , then far be it from her to ignore it .
she might not swing a hammer or a mace , she might not be capable of half the stunts required to trek boldly into hell and come back victorious , but .. if she didn't offer assistance in dire circumstances , then she wasn't much of a witch at all .
he didn't have to wait long for her . mathilda tailed close behind , only brushing past at the sight of the fabled dynamite anton . the cauldron circled him appraisingly , before eyeing the other spirits .
โ this place is even shittier than i remember , โ noel grumbled , checking the messages on her phone . โ right . the deal's struck , and as long as she comes back in one piece , i'm sure she'll be agreeable .. โ she trailed off . it didn't take a clairvoyant to know that something was troubling him . deeply .
โ .. anton . โ
this was weird . this was so weird . all of this was weird and the weirdness of it made her skin feel itchy . or maybe that was just the fact that this man had an aura like a sun flare , that suddenly she understood what brulo had been on about . it was a humbling experience , and she didn't like that . gods , she hoped the city was safe .
โ i know we've never spoken at length , and before , i said if anyone was unhinged and durable enough to get something crazy done , it would be you . i was trying to be supportive , but .. i can say now that i really mean it . โ
@lncanting / anton when he needs to explain the blast
...Huh. She just wanted information? Bluntly speaking, he would've offered her like. Things he wouldn't usually give away. You know, a few beers, beard hair, anything wild like that. Just not the hammer. Or the mace. He's already begun to make a bee-line towards the general direction of the station in question, his little spirits following after.
He's not returning to his apartment despite the setting being so close to Boiler City, despite wanting rest.
[Yeah no you're right. He pulled out a whole rogue's gallery of idiots trying to stop us. Outside of the squishier guys, there were these bigger ones. They each stole one of MY spirits as well to guard or some shit. I don't really remember their names... Too busy clobbering them with]
His text practically sends... Prematurely. But surely she knows who he's talking about.
[Four weird looking moles with helmets. Uhhh. Dragon made out of those weird metal gambling balls. Some bell. And uhhhhh this purple emerald dude who eats cigarettes?]
anton is frazzled , at the moment . the text was likely cut off due to shaky hands . wasn't it . the information that proceeded was very interesting , after all , and she seemed more keen to take the conversation in that direction .
[My job entails some dangerous work from time to time. But if your roommate's handiwork is anything to go by, then I will lend you Mathilda, in exchange for protection. Not now, but if I need you in the future. Let's say you can put it on a tab.]
โ mathilda . โ the little cauldron opened an eye , perched presently on noel's immaculately kept altar . โ your assistance might be needed . how do you feel about a little excursion ? โ mathilda's eyes narrowed in an impish smile .
[We're on our way. I'll meet you there in a few minutes.]
what did a man like anton have to give ? she'd given it thought and decided that protection felt like a reasonable request . she was holding a painful amount of cards in this situation , but not every deal had to be extravagant . just .. useful .
her broom was fetched , her phone was pocketed , and she and the spirit departed into the evening air , en route to the train station .
@emptyzone called :
[I know the train station thing was an analogy but that doesn't sound so bad as a meeting spot. There's one on the outskirts of Boiler City that I'm about to pass by. You know, the one with the statue of some random guy with graffiti all over it?]
Shockingly calm texts from Anton to her.
[What do you want in return. I guess. It's fair, regardless of what's going on.] Jarring. Again, absolutely jarring stuff from the guy who hollered 'IT'S HAPPY HOUR' on the top of his lungs so damn loud, constantly making noise whenever he moved. [I'll cough up like. Nearly anything.]
she rolls a half - drank glass of red wine in one hand , thumb leisurely tapping along the keyboard of her phone .
[The train station is perfect. As for what I want, I need you to clarify something.]
a moment's pause , before the next message goes through .
[You and Anniegirl are the ones that dealt with Satan. You didn't only deal with him though, did you? Were there others?]
i know there aren't a lot of ab enjoyers/people who play ab/ab!oc characters out there, but i've been really vibing with her, so people are welcome to throw asks at her, or starters, or whatever.
FORGOT TO POST HER THE OTHER DAY crawls into her hair like a chipmunk
Whimsical bags
@scriptdeviant called :
โ Miss Noel ... ! โ Amy practically squeaked. She'd quietly admired the other from afar, but couldn't think of a perfect excuse to approach ... Until now! Offering a gift bag full of sweets and a handmade, tarot-theme-card she awkwardly looked to the side. โ I really admire your work โ ! ... I-I'm also a fortune teller. I hope you have a good Heart Day! โ
that is a tiny pink hedgehog . no , wait -- noel's seen this one , before . she didn't know the little girl's deal , but she also hadn't expected the child to offer her a valentine's day present .
forget the plethora of thirsty love letters and petty curses that had stuffed her mailbox to bursting on this sappiest of holidays . this right here ? this was a truly heartfelt little present .
โ you sweet thing , โ she replied . โ i didn't know that boiler city was blessed with another diviner . โ and here she was , without a proper present to give in return . but she reached into her bag all the same , pulling out a polished , pink gem . a little rose quartz heart .
โ tell me you'll sit and read with me , sometime ? i'd love to see what you and your cards can do . โ
โ .. and just remember . though the cards have revealed your fate , it is never set in stone . use their revelations as guidance . โ
a tissue was coolly pulled from the nearby box , offered gently and taken by a quick , trembling hand . with a sob , the ugliest snork on record trumpeted through the immediate vicinity , startling a couple of the other casino - goers . noel was used to it , by now . with money exchanged , she offered a little wiggling of fingers in farewell to her latest querent .
the witch tucked the folded bills into her cleavage like a cheap floozy and peered down at the trio of cards that still lay on the tabletop . the three of swords , the reversed king of pentacles , the tower . no man's money was worth enduring the abuse , she'd told them . get out . before he buys you the nicest coffin in boiler city for your trouble .
sometimes , people needed to hear things that they didn't want to . anyone with enough liquor in them and a chip on their shoulder from their latest poker win thought it a parlor trick . something so novel . maybe the cards would tell their future . tell them that they're going to live a long life , they'll be exceedingly wealthy , they'll live happily ever after . and oh , how the color would drain from their faces when she'd tell them that they were making their workplace environment a living hell for their coworkers . that their husband was going to find out about them cheating , if they didn't stop . that their luck was finite , and so , so prone to running out ..
the ones that cried and the ones that got angry understood it the most .
with a practiced hand , noel scooped up the cards , shuffling them back into her deck , its gilded edges rubbed bare and corners bent from years upon years of use . the crisp sound of them riffled against the chatter and merriment , nearby .
she was so distracted by it , for a moment , that it startled her when one of the cards was flipped out of the deck by her half - conscious shuffling . it flicked into her face , somersaulted and fluttered its way clumsily to the ground . with a click of her tongue , she reached down and
and ..
with careful and slow movement , she picked up the card like it had sharp teeth and threatened to bite . held between index and thumb , she observed it . she acknowledged it . at dawn , at dusk , a lifeless body lay on an empty shoreline . heartlessly driven through their back was a sword , glinting cold against an overcast sky . one , and another , and another .
eight . nine . ten .
it was a card that she'd seen plenty of times , but despite familiarity , every reading that contained it had been ..
.. unpleasant .
mathilda opened an eye from beneath the counter . she couldn't see the witch's face from her current angle , but the cauldron could see how noel idly fidgeted with one of her necklaces , rolling the small , rough crystal that adorned it with trembling fingertips .
was it an afterthought from the previous reading ? it couldn't be . but the cards never tossed something out like that unless they needed to be heard .
a casual glance was given toward all of that caution tape , barring the way to the lower level of the casino .
something rotten had crawled through the cracks of boiler city .
