#chaotic queer

[thegardenhearth]

label-hoarding and name-hoarding in 2026!!!!!

[gaybreakfast]

Chaotic Queer

Plush, Dice, Pins, and more in 12+ flags!

Crow Time

Fairylogue Press is the home of webcomics Crow Time, Namesake, Alice and the Nightmare and Eldritch Darling!

This fan comic of @secondlina ‘s amazing Crow Time is also a lil cross-promo of our respective crows! It was such an honor, and very fun to draw.

[dirtbagwitch]

magic for the city dweller

chapter two: the liminal, the lost, and the low-lit

you know that feeling when you’re walking down a back alley at 2 am, and everything feels… weirdly mystical? ethereal? like the world is holding its breath? yeah. it might not be because you’re drunk (though, i mean, it also might). but it could be because that’s liminal space, babe.

liminality is the in-between. it’s not quite here, not quite there. it’s the glitch between one state and another. the emptiness of a subway station at night, the heartbeat between dusk and dark, the threshold of a rooftop where you’re in neither sky nor street. and it’s magic as hell.

liminal spaces are haunted, holy, magic, and hidden in plain sight.

the city is laced with them. they’re not the sacred groves of old, but they’re every bit as charged. think: empty bus depots at midnight, graffiti-covered stairwells, rooftops soaked in rain. these are the city dwellers crossroads now. this is where the veil thins in neon light of your neighborhood.

what the fuck is a liminal space? (and why should you care?)

liminal = transitional, the threshold of something…else, between-worlds. you’re not in one place, but not in the next either. magic thrives here because reality gets a bit loose in the seams.

traditional witches had forests, caves, bonfire hills. we’ve got:

• alleyways that hum like a hummed spell

• subway tunnels that breathe like sleeping gods

• doorways between storefronts and abandoned dreams

• rooftops where the sky opens wide, and the city is stretched out around and below you

in these places, time warps. intention lands harder. spells echo longer.

urban liminal spaces and how to haunt them

this city is stitched together with magic seams. here’s where they hide, and what you can do there:

🔻 alleyways – shadowy corridors between the loud and the known. draw sigils in chalk. light a match and whisper into the dark. it’s perfect for secret workings, spirit murmurs, and banishing bullshit.

🔻 abandoned buildings/lots – literal modern ruins. once-places. they’ve got echoes, spirits, and ghosts of old purpose. leave offerings here. sit with the stillness. use these for spirit work, necromancy, or hedge-crossing meditations.

🔻 subway stations and bus stops (especially late at night) – our underground temples. they’re crossroads. write intent in your notes app and read it out loud between train rushes. leave sigils written in marker or chalk under a benches. bonus: alone on a bus or train can be powerful for magic, too. use the motion and movement to charge your spells. think of the city streets as the veins of the city and cast spells for the city’s health as a member of its body.

🔻 rooftops & overpasses – sky magic, babes. perfect for spells needing air, perspective, or elevation. charge objects in moonlight, scream affirmations into the wind, or sit with your spirits during full moons. liminal as fuck.

🔻 crosswalks & intersections (esp. at night) – literal crossroads. traditional magic in a modern grid. drop coins for spirits. draw sigils to be charged by passing cars or pedestrians. ask your ancestors for guidance while the lights flicker red.

🔻 stairwells & emergency exits – places meant to be moved through, not lingered in. so obviously: linger. burn incense. do a quick glamour boost spell before a date. it’s quiet and thresholdy and criminally overlooked.

🔻 community gardens & park edges – little wildness in the middle of machines. great for grounding, spirit communication, or talking to the land beneath all the concrete.

🧷 rituals for the liminal

these aren’t formal. they’re felt. use what you’ve got, darling. here’s a few to try:

🌒 threshold meditation

sit on a stoop. a curb. a fire escape. let your mind wander between worlds. imagine you’re slipping through cracks in the city’s spine. ask: what am i leaving? what am i becoming? where do i go from here? what’s next? wait for an answer.

🔮 veinwalking spell (subway spell)

as the train moves, whisper your intent into the metal and motion. imagine the tunnels as arteries. like i said, streets can be veins. send your spell pulsing through the city’s bloodstream. this works especially well with manifestation or movement magic.

🌕 rooftop offering

bring water, bread, incense, or simply something symbolic. leave it for the city. say thanks. it listens. it might grant favors or requests in return. especially on full moons, eclipses, and thunderstorms.

✍️ tag & trace sigil magic

draw your sigil in chalk, spray paint, lipstick, pen, or sharpie. leave it in a transitional space. stairwell. bench. bathroom mirror. charge it every time someone passes.

🖤 crossroads coin spell

stand in the middle of a quiet intersection. hold a coin. whisper your desire into it. drop it. walk away without looking back. yes, like the legends say.

⛓ urban magic, queer magic, chaos magic: all liminal by nature

let’s be honest: urban witches live in the liminal. we don’t get forests and fields, but we get concrete, crowds, blur, and noise. but that’s where our power lives .

🌆 urban/chaos witches love liminal spots because they’re full of glitch energy. alleyways = mystery zones. graffiti = sigils in disguise. subway schedules = divination tools. you adapt, hack, and twist space into meaning. nothing is fixed, so everything is possible.

🌈 queer magic is deeply liminal. we live between binaries, between margins, between visibility and erasure. that nightclub bathroom you cried in? sacred. the pride march? a ritual procession. the fire escape you kissed someone on? altar. queer magic is threshold magic. it’s resistance, reinvention, and claiming power in places not meant for you.

🌿 traditional witchcraft loves thresholds too, but usually the natural kind: hedgerows, rivers, caves. in the city, that means adapting. a brick wall becomes your hedge. a stairwell becomes your forest path. it’s quieter, more structured. but no less potent. the vibe is “ancestral witch whispers over a bowl of soot and rainwater.”

🕯historical roots, modern boots

liminality’s got deep-ass roots. the celts had their “thin places.” the greeks gave crossroads to hecate. medieval witches danced at twilight in ruins. even now, halloween and beltane are liminal feasts.

but now?

liminal is…

• texting spells between subway stops

• crying on a rooftop with the full moon and a joint

• kissing a stranger in a rave bathroom and calling it divine communion

• finding magic in construction cones and back alleys

our magic is ancestral, yes—but it’s also punk as fuck.

final note: the city is a haunted house that loves you back

you just have to notice it.

walk the liminal paths. whisper at corners. draw in dust. the magic’s there. in the pause before the light turns green, in the hush between club beats, in that back alley of your favorite dive bar.

the veil is thinner than you think, babes. step through.

[schlady]

🖤🩶🤍💚🤍🩶🖤 ~ Lots of agender love in this most recent batch!

Especially in coming across the very topic of pride pins while reading Devon Price's "Unlearning Shame", and of course having seen criticisms left on other posts about my pins and stickers over years, I can't help but reiterate: it's absolutely not necessary to broadcast any of our identities via "merch". But for those of us who still want to, especially where & when community & understanding seems hardest to find, as my own one queer self I'd like to offer my creative forces to help at least avoid the uninspired "rainbow capitalism" biggies, and make these little pieces special, custom, intentional, with some artistry & care. Each of my buttons is made to order, including textures from my paintings and often my own handwriting. Crafting all these buttons for myself & others for years has helped me too in figuring out my own being. So they are here, if that's something you're into. 🫂

[thechthonicherbalist]

Memories from last night's reading sesh

Louis burned down his house, Went to Babette with his feral GAY (iconic bisexual) husband, Demanded a room for them, better yet a dungeon (he got the wine cellar) and then when the lady of the house comes to confront them about the marital sex noises she heard all night, He stares at her boobs while Lestat is barking in the background. In a kinky 3sm Louis then gets set on fire by Babette and spanked out of fire by Lestat with a jacket (or is it a BLAZER in this case? 😂). @plotmonster please buddy, confirm, did I get that right? 😂🤣

[loveabledirtbag]

i just realized i’ve missed a lot of fleabag season two analysis because anytime the Hot Priest is on screen my eyes are fixed on him and not on Fleabag. so everyone saying “do you notice how she never looks at us in this scene because she’s focused on the Hot Priest.” UM, no, i didn’t! i, too, was too focused on the Hot Priest.

[frayedcobweb]

Such a special experience, I got to see the immortal Jack Harkness, the incomparable John Barrowman at Armageddon (my country's Comicon). He is such a magical human and it was amazing to see his panel/performance and get a photo with him. Lol ignore my excited photo-face, I have to work on it xD

(His t-shirt says 'Chaotic Queer'. What a legend.)

Haha and ignore my terrible singing voice, I didn't realize I was so loud and off key xD

[imnotbitteranymore-imsyrupysweet]

My second attempt at a poem in russian. But i guess it's a poem in english too.

Title: Боролся, изнемогая, взял, разорвал в клочья и умер с улыбкой. - Struggling (fighting), exhausted, he took it, tore it to shreds, and died with a smile.

Простите меня, - Forgive me, за слабость, - for my weakness, судьбой, то есть. - fate, that is. Вот как идет история. - Here’s how the story goes. У вас идет кровь из носа. - Your nose is bleeding Пахнет так же сильно, как роза. - It smells as strongly as a rose. Так странно, отчаянно, люблю, - So strangely, desperately, in love, то есть, стоит стоит. - that is to say, It’s worth it. Такую дружбу не скоро забудешь. - This is friendship, one which you can’t soon forget. -- A.K.Rx

(ATM i am still using translation tools, i hope to get to the level of not needing them.)