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[source-archive-mlynn]

Völva of The Wyrd

Völva practice seiðr, as well as shamanism, sorcery, prophecy, and other forms of Norse magic.

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[bekkathyst]

  BEKKATHYST AUTUMN 2016 GIVEAWAY

~This giveaway is in no way affiliated with Tumblr.~

Please read thoroughly before entering!

Hello lovely Tumblr folk! It’s that time again- I have a giveaway for you all. This time I’m celebrating the opening of my brand new website and the first release of my Autumn/Halloween collection of 2016!  

All these items came from either my shop or are miscellaneous items I’ve collected. 

What you get:

(Handmade by me) Smoky phantom quartz crystal point necklace in copper on a copper chain

$50 credit that can be applied to anything in my shop. 

8 clear quartz points

large polished amethyst point from Brazil

a huge assortment of tumbled stones 

4 tealight candles

a large sustainably harvested California white sage bundle 

a watermelon tourmaline crystal mined in San Diego co., CA

a gorgeous, very high quality purple labradoite cabochon that you have the option of getting wire wrapped by me!

3 packs of different incense blends 

Rules:

You must be 16 or older. (If under 18 you MUST have parent’s permission)

If outside the US, you may need to pay some shipping costs if it exceeds $20. (It depends on your country)

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Each entry will be assigned a number and the winner will be chosen by a random number generator.

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The winner will be messaged and must respond with their full name and address within 24 hours, or a new winner will be chosen.

Please respect me and my rules, and have fun!

[source-archive-mlynn]

“I love that you’re the book guy,” she remarked, lips curling in soft adoration. Her hands hung off his shoulders like an eighth grade dance date, but the way her fingers grazed the scruff of his neck lacked any awkwardness.

Myna shook her head as it hung shyly, forehead pressing into his chest. She turned her head to reply, “Bottling is the same as festering. It’s not a burden once it’s shared.”

[bloodywelloriginal]

Gideon had (more or less) always supposed that his life, till now, could be divided equally into three parts – each part being a period of thirteen years.  He wasn’t superstitious about this number, despite his prowess in the darker arts, but still it made him wonder: Was this passionate moment finishing the sequence, or starting another? Where would he find her in, say, fourteen years?

“It is not my wish to expose that side of me to you, Myna, so hateful and unforgiving…” His words muffled atop the strands of her hair as his lips pressed gently forward. “Com’pa’ed to Brady, Tarantino looks like a softie.”

[source-archive-mlynn]

"It's not like I'm any kind of Saint either, Gideon. We're just people." Both apparently self-loathing and wracked with guilt. Well, that wouldn't change on their own. She certainly wouldn't, anyway.

Pulling back, but not away from his grasp, she looked up t him with a tired smile. "Maybe allowing for openness is enough for now. I don't need to know anything, but I like that I don't have to hide anything either."

[source-archive-mlynn]

“Hey,” she soothed somewhat helplessly still. Myna stood on tip-toe to wrap her arms around him, cradling the back of his head. “You can talk to me about it, if and when you’re ready. I’m not going anywhere.” And why would she? Her only reason for running was to save Gideon from dealing with her crap. It hadn’t occurred to her until right then that he might need her too.

[bloodywelloriginal]

That - she, those words, the touch - was the strength he needed to collect himself (internally it looked something like a bowl of gelatin). “I was about to say the same, but it sounded so damn cliché coming from me…the book guy.” A ‘go figure’ shrug and then within a moment he was lost in the maze of her gaze, rich and irrepressible, and he gasped when at last her affection ran through to the final gesture. He longed to kiss her, her mind, her spirit; he settled for just underneath her leftmost ear… 

“/Devils/ aren’t like genies, annwyl (Welsh for ‘beloved’)…they can stay bot’tled up for-ev’h and thei’ masters won’t want to miss them.”

[source-archive-mlynn]

"I love that you're the book guy," she remarked, lips curling in soft adoration. Her hands hung off his shoulders like an eighth grade dance date, but the way her fingers grazed the scruff of his neck lacked any awkwardness.

Myna shook her head as it hung shyly, forehead pressing into his chest. She turned her head to reply, "Bottling is the same as festering. It's not a burden once it's shared."

[source-archive-mlynn]

“Gideon-” The sudden crack in her chest stilted her reprisal. Myna placed a hand over his, cupping his cheek by proxy. “I am really shit at asking for help. That doesn’t mean you’ve failed to give it. I just…”

Her hand dropped to rest on his chest, then covered her own mouth briefly. “I still feel guilty every day for coming away unscathed and still feeling so fucking helpless. And none of that is on you. Which is why I never asked for help dealing with it.”

[bloodywelloriginal]

“Helplessness is never on you.” The weight of his head was burdensome and the toil of his tears washed the salt of his hands into his eyes. “I have failed you, Myna, and I’ve failed myself. And I’ve failed every bloody friend I had before you were born…The guilty pa’ty are the ones who weren’t there when you raised your self in supplication.”  He peered through the lapse that his fingers’ natural curve gave, having the confidence that the things he was seeing were only phantoms of his past. “I don’t bring my problems to you, so why should you bring yours to me? I’m not invincible—If I was, I wouldn’t have laid half-unconscious while a boy watch his mother-” 

There are horrors in this world, sometimes in the cut of lies and forgetting, or in the choosy footfalls of an airy night stalker. Other times, the horror took the form of rescuers.

Dan Dam (Teeth Lady), she who was named for the poor wretches she used as weapons – loose canons who were willing to lash out at anything remotely human – She who gathered up the desperate dogs of New Orleans, gutter-mutts and street-strays. These animals were seduced by classic methods: meat, bread, a knowing hand. Then they were subjected to treatment no man can describe without a lump in his throat and a hole where his heart used to be. And she answered only to The Cardinal. For God could not be found in such a wicked hiding place.

[source-archive-mlynn]

"Hey," she soothed somewhat helplessly still. Myna stood on tip-toe to wrap her arms around him, cradling the back of his head. "You can talk to me about it, if and when you're ready. I'm not going anywhere." And why would she? Her only reason for running was to save Gideon from dealing with her crap. It hadn't occurred to her until right then that he might need her too.

[source-archive-mlynn]

Her eyes flew open at that. Apparently only in ire did Myna find the courage to be bold. “You think I’m afraid of you? Sure, I’ll admit to being a cowardly fuck, ruled by my fears and the sorry attempts to avoid them. I may be afraid of being weak in front of you, of seeming ungrateful or being unable to show you how I feel. I’m terrified of you leaving. But afraid that you’d hurt me? No. Never even for a second.” If anyone had earned her trust, it was him. The earning was irrelevant. She felt right around him. 

“Don’t talk down to me with your buzz words and misogynistic categorizing. Honestly, you fell completely outside the stereotypical lumping of ‘us blokes’, at least until now. Why don’t you actually listen to me instead of assuming you know what I’m thinking?”

[bloodywelloriginal]

His heart lurched uncomfortably as she called herself out.  If Gideon slept at night it was because she trusted him. It wasn’t a question, but he had to treat it as such; it was part of the long, invariable process of a lovers’ quarrel. “For the last time, I don’t think anything. I’m only askin’.” Even at a price, these things had to be done. He said nothing on this matter, weeping only on the inside…

“I’m outside of it now,” a single streak of faintly red barreled down the left of his face. “I am listening; all I hear is silence.” And Merengo music. “I’m not assuming anything, just narrowing the field down to probable causes–The suits on the telly do it, s’why can’t I? I’m not a psychologist, and I don’t try to be …though I’m not above the method. I have spent my life helpin’ people every way I can…To what end? That life feels useless now, because I can’t help yours…” When he’d finished he found that his hands cover his face, and in the heat of the moment, the music had stopped.

[source-archive-mlynn]

"Gideon-" The sudden crack in her chest stilted her reprisal. Myna placed a hand over his, cupping his cheek by proxy. "I am really shit at asking for help. That doesn't mean you've failed to give it. I just..."

Her hand dropped to rest on his chest, then covered her own mouth briefly. "I still feel guilty every day for coming away unscathed and still feeling so fucking helpless. And none of that is on you. Which is why I never asked for help dealing with it."

[albinobunnyboy-blog]

Aftercare, 2015; carving in soap “WHAT HE DID DOESN’T EXIST ANYMORE”

[maeriea]

this is powerful

[rosecoloredtarot]

This is super awesome. I never thought of this till I saw this, but sigils or spells carved into bars of soap

[startshxtwithme]

Tell my muse lies about people they care for.

[nwkzjajznwzjwnzjwnzj-deactivate]

Dear Virgo, I wish I could read you. I wish I could look into your eyes and see all the things you’re not telling me. It’s been so empty since you’ve gone. All the light has gone away. I want you to know that when you bend your head and don’t meet my eyes, you are still too bright and beautiful for me to put into words. I want to tell you I love you. I want to hold onto you forever. I just don’t know if I can. - Gemini

A Letter To A Virgo (via astrolofae)

[bloodywelloriginal]

“Postulatin’. Cor! That’s exactly w’hat I’ve done!” He had to admit it was a good word. “But what the hell am I guessing at? I watch as your eyes fall to the floor whenever you look at me…If it’s not me, what then?–Magic? Is it the power that scares ya’? Sakes, I make so I don’t ‘urt the bleedin’ flies. You’ve no’thing t’ fear.” With every breath he stole, his accent grew more tragic, and the question loomed further and further away; and he supposed he should’ve already known the answer. “It’s probably me, right? Yeah? Well, no. I hate to bring me old scrubb’h ‘uva mother into this one, luv, but sometimes you birds do push a certain chauvinism on us blokes–If that’s been the case here…Hrmm. Maybe you better give ‘God’ a ring an’ tell ‘im yer problems. Just don’t be expectin’ a quick call-back.”

[source-archive-mlynn]

Her eyes flew open at that. Apparently only in ire did Myna find the courage to be bold. “You think I’m afraid of you? Sure, I’ll admit to being a cowardly fuck, ruled by my fears and the sorry attempts to avoid them. I may be afraid of being weak in front of you, of seeming ungrateful or being unable to show you how I feel. I’m terrified of you leaving. But afraid that you’d hurt me? No. Never even for a second.” If anyone had earned her trust, it was him. The earning was irrelevant. She felt right around him. 

“Don’t talk down to me with your buzz words and misogynistic categorizing. Honestly, you fell completely outside the stereotypical lumping of ‘us blokes’, at least until now. Why don’t you actually listen to me instead of assuming you know what I’m thinking?”

[hannah-baxter]

REBLOG IF YOU'RE AN RPER THAT ENJOYS CROSS OVERS

I need more people to follow and play with.

[demonic-madhouse]

D̶o̶n̶'̶t̶ Trust Me

[demonic-madhouse]

“Well, no… You’ve been here since I woke up. But you made me want pizza now, so there’s no going back.”

[source-archive-mlynn]

“Do you want me to try to find your doctor before we order any? I mean, I can’t imagine it being an issue, unless you had your stomach stapled.”

[bloodywelloriginal]

Fwa boulvèse. Times like these made the shackles of Cardinal Syn’s La Marche on level with a child’s game of re-entanglement. Gideon couldn’t reason away the haunting ‘Marengo’ melody that the comparison dredged up from his past…

“Loving you isn’t a choice. You are not to be weighed, and I am not be measured,” he replied concisely. “Imagine life was a series of photographs. And no matter how many pictures were taken, you only had one album to fill. You take a hold of each image, and you stare at it, till the the backdrop gets fuzzy, the faces are unrecognisable, and the dates drawn on the back are nothing but numbers…Pretty soon you have a pile of photographs. Where do they go? Which ones come first, and which get left out? They all mean something because they’re all a part of a whole…And when you leave a part behind you, any part, it doesn’t mean you’ve forgotten about it–you’ve just decided to look past it, despite it’s being there. Eventually you do forget it, and-”

The music persisted, steadied by the moans and the sturdy clinking chains which provided an unintentional backbeat to the horrific rhythm of dissent.

“Myna - do I remind you of something?” A building tension in Gideon’s throat strangled the words,

“Someone?”

[source-archive-mlynn]

As sophisticated as Murphy’s theory of storing memories was, it did little to answer her question. Still, it was better than his sappy avoidances. “No-who? Gideon, you are wholly unlike anyone I’ve ever met. Are you postulating that someone hurt me in the past and I’m relating them to you in my mind?” She wondered if imparting philosophy got girls to back off in the past.

[demonic-madhouse]

D̶o̶n̶'̶t̶ Trust Me

[demonic-madhouse]

“Oh. How convinient!” He laughed and pulled out the phone book to start flipping through. Trying to sit up to read, he only flinched again. “Ouch… Wait, am I even supposed to eat? Are my organs alright?”

[source-archive-mlynn]

“Usually they tell you if you need to stay light on the eating. Has the doctor come to talk to you yet?”

[theprincessbard]

From the depths.

Muse A is on the run. Running from a life they never wanted. Behind them is pain, abuse and no say in any life choices. So Muse A runs. Life on the run is not the fairy tale that they imagined it might be. Life is even worse and they can’t take it anymore.

Muse A decides to end it by jumping into the ocean. They end up in a rip and are pulled out to sea. 

A boat comes across Muse A. Muse B is a sailor on the boat and rescues Muse A from the deep water. Muse B nurses Muse A back to health and as Muse A recovers, Muse B discovers their story while falling in love with Muse A.

Muse B decides to avenge Muse A and bring justice to those who wronged them. The decide to let everyone think Muse A has died, that way Muse A as can start a new life with Muse B. 

Twist: Historical setting, Muse B is a feared pirate Captain. 

More plots

[bloodywelloriginal]

“Maybe we should take a holiday togeth’h? You know, get away from the usual hum-drum and city smells. For the longest time, I’ve dreamt of a camper on the beach…I’m sure there’s room for two in there. If there isn’t, well, cosy’s not a bad adjustment.” He could see everything, even the little crustaceans clawing their first breath along the foamy shore. “I mean we’ll have the window,  and the dividing line, and–Myna?” He felt such shame, in that moment, getting himself lost in happiness and supposition while she was being torn apart inside.

Gideon quite understood what visceral meant, although she had not said just that. “To sympathise, luv, I can’t convince myself of all the marks that constitute my flesh, yet one might think,” Gideon paused. Pain made it difficult to speak. A pain in his spirit. “I don’t have a care in the world…But I do. I care about everything - yes, that’s easy to say, and, uh, I…It’s a damn thing to be indistinguishable from all the hippies–But I wasn’t born until som’ time after tha’, and, uh, well, I really do care.” There was only one person who could help Gideon Brady in his efforts to console, but he didn’t believe He was listening, so he didn’t ask. “Talk is good, see,” he offered, daring himself to at least get her to smirk. “We’ve barely started, and already we’ve proven my brain is the more stupid between us, eh?” Why couldn’t he find a way around rambling; rambling was why they were here in the first place. No amount of brooding could solve the incohesive flow that forced his tongue. “I love you because I’m stupid. And I hope I don’t get any smarter…so I’ll never stop.” 

[source-archive-mlynn]

At first she didn’t think he was even trying to listen. Push it away, ignore it and focus on the bright side. Maybe that was a British thing, or maybe that’s just how Gideon survived. Myna couldn’t shut out her own brain, so that technique never worked for her. 

She sighed, avoiding his gaze out of shame. “You’re not stupid,” she replied, ready to placate as she was programmed. Then her brow furrowed, her goal of peace forgotten. 

“So, loving me is the stupid choice?” she asked, crossing her arms and looking up at Gideon. “Because it’s me, or because love isn’t worth it?”

[inboxstuff]

Your muse has found my muse’s diary!

Send me a symbol to read:

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♥ - A diary entry about a crush my muse has.

♘ - Something my muse was embarrassed about.