#like twelve

[marblearkz]

i have to stop making dream smp member playlists.... it's getting out of hand fellas

[thesnadger]

I sometimes share my more interesting or narrative-heavy dreams here and last night’s was a pretty good candidate.

It started out with a very fairy-tale premise: I was one of three daughters whose mother was very ill. Each of her daughters was to go out and make a pact with a different type of witch in hopes of finding a way to save her.

The eldest daughter went to talk to someone who had powers based on light, candlewax, ghosts and subtlety. I saw a sample of the powers one of her proteges had. It seemed like a bad deal, since using their powers meant having to hold their breath for days -- if they exhaled even once while using magic they’d blow out the candle they carried, which held their life force, and have to wander the earth as a restless spirit. The risk didn’t seem worth it to me.

I never found out who the youngest daughter intended to meet with, since I got caught up in my own story. I was the middle daughter, and I’d decided to meet with a very dark/evil-aesthetic hag who was only ever referred to as “Auntie.” After explaining my family’s situation and asking for help, she gave me a list of materials to gather and told me to take them to a special location at midnight, draw a circle on the ground and lay in it with my eyes closed.

When I asked how long I should lay there she said “you’ll know when you’re done” and warned me not to fall asleep. She then hinted that it would be rude to ask for more information.

I was super jazzed that this cool, powerful witch was even giving me the time of day, so I effusively thanked her and hurried off to get all the items on her list together. 

It was obvious that something dangerous and supernatural would happen if I did as she said, of course. Auntie’s demeanor smacked of “being sweet and nice on the surface but quietly laughing at how I’m tricking this dumb kid into doing something she’ll regret.” Based on stories I’d heard I suspected that some dark and powerful spirits would contact me there and I’d be able to bargain with them for power, which aligned pretty well with my goals.

I had acquired most of the items on the list and was taking a break to have lunch with my sisters when a strange man came to the door. He had sunken, haunted eyes but a cheerful demeanor that seemed very genuine. He was someone who filled a role that was somewhere between servant and son for Auntie and had heard I might be joining the “family” soon. He wanted to meet me and help me out if possible. He was very earnest, and made some comment about how he wanted to have my back since I’d soon be one of his “fellow bug people.”

I asked him what he meant and he suddenly looked very worried. After asking a few questions he realized I had no idea what Auntie was sending me to do. 

He was torn -- Auntie had chosen to keep me in the dark and if he shared knowledge against her will he’d be severely punished, but he was horrified at the idea that I might go through this ritual without knowing what it did. After a moment of waffling, he decided to explain.

Apparently the ritual with the circle was designed to attract some “swarm of insects” themed eldritch entity. There wouldn’t be talking or bargaining, the swarm would just enter your body and make you a host. They would provide you with wisdom and awareness, as well as some supernatural powers, but it would be at a price. You would serve as their host for the rest of your life, they would have a certain measure of control over your body, and you would need to attend to their needs.

I assured the man that being a host for a swarm of alien bugs was not a deal-breaker and asked for specific information on what the swarm could give me and what attending to its needs would entail. He helpfully gave me a list of swarm entities that might appear, what their abilities and needs were and what I would need to do to attract each one. I decided on one themed around healing and care-giving.

I said goodbye to the man, hopeful that I’d be able to both help my mother and also have a promising future as an eldritch swarm witch, and very worried that Auntie might punish this kind man if she found out he’d given me information. It was around then that I woke up.

[prosopopeya]

I say again: maybe game of thrones would evoke an emotion from me if half the scenes weren't two half-lit silhouettes having a deep conversation in the pitch blackness

[edawnings-moved-blog]

Messy and low quality piece I did for a series I’m coming out with.

[souliebird]

[[crobats]]

“I don’t think you’d have a crobat.” Tim said rather suddenly. Bruce looked down at the small boy, curled against his side, lost under a sea of blankets and no less than three heating pads. There was a pink gaming device clutched in his hands, his little tongue was sticking out as he concentrated on his game.

“Oh?” Was all Bruce could say, because he had no idea what Tim was talking about.

“All the forums say you’d have a crobat, but I think they are just going on a bat theme. I think you’d have a lucario. It suits you more. But I mean, you aren’t just limited to one. But if you were, you’d have a lucario.” The boy hummed, leaning more into Bruce.

“Of course, Tim.” The man said softly, running his fingers over the end of Tim’s short braid. “Do you want some ice cream?”

The boy pursed his lips, then nodded. “Yes. But I don’t want to move.”

“Okay, Tim. I’ll ask Alfred.”

[differentdove]

I need my dog overnighted.....

[omgawkwarddd]

Is the reason I’ve never found love because I didn’t forward one of those messages when I was 12?

[aquarium-of-delirium]

My Chem teacher mentioned something about students being hurtful and I told him not to worry, because they're like twelve