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I’ve recently moved blogs and my dash is slow so you know the drill !! give this a ♡ or ↻ if you’re interested in interacting with iovita; a mischievous and angry ‘witch’ who has seen far too much of this world yet continues to travel it via a teleporting shop named inter mundos. my name is adair, I’m 18+, and triggering themes are present on this blog !!
there’s half a dozen reasons for this but the biggest is that I need a clean blog so I’ve moved to @viperbled !! I am carrying over ongoing threads, just need an empty slate c:
no matter what, iovita always wear one specific necklace — a wire wrapped pottery shard. it’s not charmed, and is a fairly bland black in color, having faded over time. they tend to fiddle with it in boredom or when they’re stressed. it’s a safety blanket of sorts, and brings them just a bit of comfort.
on that note, io’s very good at lying. they can stare a person in the eye and tell massive ones with barely a tell. but if they want to hint to someone that they might be lying or sharing a secret they rub the bridge of their nose with a curled finger.
❝ lyric starter ⟩⟩ @itaidoshin
“ I’m born to indecision. ” there’s tired eyes and pessimism on their face tonight, and they hold two silver pendants up to the other, head tilting. each pendant is delicately engraved; fine, careful work. “ would you be willing to test something for me? ”
❝ maljefe ⟩⟩
What a surprisingly honest question, “Vito, tell me have you ever had ever single bone in your body broken and elongated all at once and instantaneously?” Hips sway as heels pivot to allow the wolf to see them as they walked ( her now doing so backwards compared to they who moved forward ), “Muscles torn and rebuilt, nails shoved from flesh as claws replace them?” Her transformation was a gruesome one to say the least, and only due to the fact she HADN’T been born this way. Had she of shifts wouldn’t have been so taxing, but she still had many years until she went numb to the sensations- something she despised thinking of. For as well as she handled pain nothing in the world could ever amount to the agony she went through each time she turned into a werewolf.
“Blood boils, nerves fire and you can feel everything and nothing all at once. Mind youse that’s only turning into something. Shifting back? Far worse, or at least I believe. For days after I’m usually unable to move though over the past four, nearly five, years it’s become less burdening. Still, it’s rough, and youse know me enough to know I do not say it was painful, lightly.” Shrug of shoulders as she resumes normal walk, humming a bit, “Oh, and no. I feel like what I am- a monster amongst sheep.”
“ I CAN’T SAY THAT I have, ” they reply easily. iovita has their fair share of scars, some whose origins were more taxing than others, but they are certain that the physical pains they’ve experienced are no where near as bad as... well, that. and that pain? again and again? they catch the shudder before it happens, but their head still jerks slightly to the side at the thought of it. her descriptions are the vivid words of someone who knows the experience intimately. they’re not sure they want to think any deeper on it. “ has anyone told you that you have a lovely way with words? ” they ask aloud, tone dry.
there’s a very focused curiosity on their face, different from the trouble making one they so often wear. no, this one looks like they could be asking questions all day if given half the chance. they’re quiet as she resumes a normal walk, pondering for a long moment. “ you said last four or five years. how long have you been a werewolf? ” another pause, and then they add on in amusement, “ maybe you should ask a sheep what it considers a monster. I think it would point its little sheepy hoof right at the lion. ”
❝ paradedeath ⟩⟩
❝ HONESTLY? I KNOW THAT BY EXPERIENCE. ❞ lukewarm voice, a small & dainty [ horribly scarred. ] hand dances on the cross that felt heavier with every passing day. one day, it will choke them; would they finally find peace when it does? they are cruel, jane can tell with eyes alone, but who had the bigger bite between the two? ❝ or what? will you finally sink your teeth into me? ❞
“ THEN WHAT VALUABLE EXPERIENCE you possess. ” their smile is as easy as it is sly. the other’s hand catches their eye --- taking in scars with a glance only to linger longer on the flash of the symbol it brushes. their smile melts, hate and discomfort both playing side-by-side, and then the flash of emotion is gone, and the smirk is back. “ sink my teeth into you? no --- no, not yet at least. I’m not sure you’ve earned such a thing; do you? ” why waste precious venom on those yet to earn the right? “ and just a bite? I have more tools at my disposal, it would be a shame to waste them. ”
me @ jupiter: show me ur fourth largest moon tonight or I’ll riot
I’m rioting
circe/mud poems, margaret atwood
me @ jupiter: show me ur fourth largest moon tonight or I’ll riot
The Notebooks of Simone Weil
you know, io watched their own mother tongue die out. latin splintered into dialects and eventually different languages and they’re left, feeling rather alone with it, trying to speak it as much as they can — but sometimes they hear it, in other languages ( especially the romantic languages ) and they feel a little fond, a little happy, and maybe a lot of mournful nostalgia. because it didn’t really die out, it just… adapted and changed. it’s still there, somewhere. it’s there more than in different languages, too, because there’s people who still do learn and use it and they, deep down, really do love that
“It takes ten times as long to put yourself together as it does to fall apart.”
— Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay (via books-n-quotes)
you think io qualifies for the senior discount
Lucille Clifton, from The Collected Poems of L. C.; “The Death of Crazy Horse,”
cough came back so I’m gonna crash. actually making a dent in my owed starters tho which feels v nice!! I think I’ll get more done tomorrow bc I’m gonna be watching the e3 livestream like a nerd
