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i . doe-eyed & glass hearted / you were born of paint strokes ii . independent . priv . selective . affiliated LIVING PAINTING oc with @rosedmyth . penned by seb
HEADCANON 002 :
she used to task people with telling her stories and tales , they had to tell her something she had never heard before , or they could not pass and would be fed to her wolves . it is how she was known as being the keeper of secrets , she hoarded the stories told to her like books . she was called ‘ the old crone ‘ , and would often greet people with the phrase “ won’t you spin a tale for the old crone ? “ most gladly accepted , as she would not tell them the stakes of the game she played before the game begun , and this quite often led to failure ( UNLESS they decided to tell her a story about themselves or their journey , in which case they were always permitted safe passage ) and if one outright refused , they were simply fed to her wolves without hesitation . this horrific practice is namely how she became known as a MONSTROSITY in russian lore , as well as the fear the people held at her influences of magic . alas , she has stopped the violence of her antics in the modern day , but she still often asks for others to tell her stories and appreciates when they are something new
she felt when the witches died , when they burned . she felt their agonies like phantoms in her own bones , felt ghosts of flames licking her skin , felt the noose tighten and the stool kicked out from her feet . even if the people that died were NOT witches or affiliated with magic in any way , she still felt their AGONY and their DEATH , because they were being slaughtered in the name of HER / in the name of MAGIC . and so she endured each punishment as if it were her own , and wept over the names of each human who was murdered unfairly . at one point , the pain became unbearable , and they say she carved the name of a supposed ‘ witch hunter ‘ into the skin of her upper arm while staring at herself in a mirror — so that she would never forget this injustice done to innocent people , in her name . the names of all those who died are written down various places in her old home / cared in the rafters and walls , so they are kept in constant prayer , a constant reminder at how sickening and cruel humans can be to each other
HEADCANON 001 :
aempres is a deity , a manifestation of magic and pagan practices , and because of this she has certain abilities and ties , things that are abundant and well used in both pagan and wiccan forms of belief and practice .
ABILITIES 002 :
— minor clairvoyance — manipulation of the elements — ability to see and communicate with spirits and shadows — a tie to the animals and fauna of the land , as though she can speak to and understand them — at times she can even control the flora and fauna ( i.e. commanding an animal to attack you , making a tree grow from nothingness , forcing a vine to grow rapidly within mere seconds ) — the ability to travel through shadow and light and appear nearly anywhere within seconds
TIES 003 :
— she is tied to the land . the winds whisper to her , the trees dance to tell her stories , the lakes – ponds – rivers – carry to her knowledge and ripples of change . the land speaks to her , the earth is intertwined with her soul . pagan magic and beliefs are tied strongly to nature and the earth , and because of this she is forever tangled with it — she is tied to ALL magic , and all use of magic . no matter how or when it is used , or by WHO , she knows . ( when you use magic , she can tell WHAT exactly it is that you are doing , who you are , and your intent of this magic . ) IN ESSENCE : in doing magic , you open yourself up to her and everything that she is , she can find you this way if she so wishes --- though in most cases she simply acknowledges the usage and does little else
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[hair]: length, colour, texture, whether it grows quickly or slowly, how manageable it is, whether it requires lots of styling, do they leave stray hairs everywhere, is it present on their face, is it present on the rest of their body, etc.
[eyes]: not just the colour, but the shape, the length of their eyelashes, whether they're alert or usually half-closed, large or small, sunken into the face, ringed by bags, etc.
[mouth]: are their lips always drawn thin or are they plump and kissable, what's their "default expression"/resting face, do they have all their own teeth, do they use their teeth to smile, etc.
[face]: what is the shape of their face, do they have pronounced cheekbones or a strong jaw, what's the size and shape of their nose, what's the size and shape of their ears, do they stick out, are they pointed, etc.
[skin]: obviously colour, but also if they're inclined to run hot or cold, do they have any blemishes or unusual markings, are they inclined to blush, are they freckled, do they tan, what does their skin feel like, etc.
[build]: are they skinny and petite or do they resemble a body builder, are they tall or short or average height, are they lean and wiry, are they overweight, are all of their features proportionate, etc.
[chest]: (potentially nsfw) what size are their breasts if they have them, nipple colour and shape and size, do they have visible muscle definition/abs, etc.
[groin]: (potentially nsfw) any information pertaining to genitals - length, girth, shape, colour, "unusual features", also includes the rear and its general appearance, etc.
[hands]: are they large or small, do they have pianist's fingers or short stubby ones, do they tend to get sweaty or are they always dry, is the skin rough or delicate, are the nails painted or chewed or sharp, etc.
[legs]: are they solidly built, short and stubby, or long and graceful, do they have knobbly knees or rounded knees, what's their gait, etc.
[feet]: do they have a habit of going up on their tiptoes, what's their usualy stance, do they tend to shift their weight to a preferred side, etc.
[other]: any other obscure feature or tiny detail that the asker is interested in, could include fantastical elements such as a tail, wings, horns, must be stated by asker, etc.
to be a star, you must burn.
s.g // nova (via astromed)
ALL MAGIC COMES FROM SHE . she wolf / she death / she devil ; watch your MOUTH or she may come for you too ! oc inspired by russian lore of ‘ the idolishche ‘ / ind . priv . sel . / penned by seb
❝ i certainly do hope you know what you’re doing . ❞ idle curiosities linger beneath gleaming eyes , a smile / half undone , the world around you unravels like a tent of doves SET THEM FREE ! and who is he , but another red bird soaring overhead ? another blaze of glory trying desperately not to FADE OUT ?
death be a swift and sorrowful maiden . she with ivory skin and hallowed eyes , lips that curl like poisonous blooms . you wonder if she shall be so KIND to this faded boyhood before you . a shrug , gaze turned away , wind whispering between the tree branches that form your body . there is blood here , gashes drawn pitifully against skin , yet you do not flinch / you merely sigh . you are not a maiden in need of defending ! ❝ come now , tony stark , are you going to show me why it is you are a HERO ? ❞
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did i put a psd on myself for munday ? yes
about me.
name : sebastian nickname : seb , sebby gender : trans male . pronouns : he / his . zodiac : leo - virgo cusp . birthday : august 22 . sexuality : pansexual . country : good ol ‘ usa . religion : wiccan . hogwarts house : hufflepuff .
ALEX : SEPLANE !
torch lit before you . think of things that have passed you by . the moments where dungeons are too deep & the mind left you for brief thoughts of home . where’s home now , boy ? not the hut . not the jungle & the sleepless nights where the trees roar & SHIT ! you’re alone / you’re alone / you’re all alone . push thoughts aside , swallow your pride . ❝ listen , i don’t know . a couple weeks , i guess . what do you mean by useless ? ❞ something resourceful after dying twice . this is it kid , all you get . defiance in eyes . ❝ seriously , what did you mean by useless . i’ve been following EVERY RULE since i got here . beat the levels , go home . ❞
you do not desire to divulge such information . keeper of secrets , you old crone --- won’t you ever have mercy ! the answer lingers in the air , pungent like POISON , a liquid death breathed in by decayed lungs . do you spill the secrets you have gathered , the tales you hold to your bosom like delicate flower petals * ( CRUSHED BETWIXT YOUR HUNGERING PALMS , BLED DRY LIKE PERSEPHONE’S POMEGRANATE --- HELL AWAITS !
❝ you poor thing , i suppose it is hard to count the days in this decrepit hellscape , hm ? ❞ you breathe once more , feel it stick to your lungs ---- this cruel death ! wonder how hard death is to beat in this feral game , does the reaper rise like the tides , lap at your ankles like pleading youth ❝ weeks , dear alex , you have seen many more sunrises than that . it has been twenty years since you fell into this . ❞ dark eyes , darker hearts , your pity is something HARD to find ----- so why give it now ? why to this boy left to rot , why to this eternal soul trapped in imaginary body . leave wondering to the gods , instead you sigh --- forlorn , a head bowed in prayers that you yourself answer . hand upon his shoulder HOW IS YOUR SKIN SO COLD / YOU ARE ICE / YOU ARE SNOW . ❝ it is useless , because you have waited twenty years for one level , do you TRULY think that you will ever win now ? it is only so long before the mind itself begins to decay . ❞
❝ it’s quite useless , you see . ❞ gaze lingers upon the form of hungering boy / prideful man --- they’ve become one , and somehow still remain entirely different ! it’s fascinating to see , to watch how body and soul and mind all fight , all cloying for control , all crawling up his throat like demons with feral breaths . THIS JUNGLE WILL NOT FORGIVE YOU . creature of ice and snow , how have you found yourself among the sunlight and swaying trees of yore ? how these memories collide , you are eternally unsure .
a glimmer of sunlight / the waning rays of hope . you extend a hand towards misfortune , your breath is tragedy ( but perhaps you shall breathe resurrection this night ! ) ❝ alex , how long has this jungle been your home ? ❞
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VENÌA : JUSTICETM !
AN EPIPHANY IS HAD behind golden eyes, smile blooming widely on their features. to spin a tale from their web of life is to ask them to tell the truth : an easy feat. one usually done without hesitation, for they have no shame in their story nor their lifetimes of living. open like a book, philosopher covers mouth out of manners to conceal a harmonious laugh.
“ i suppose i shall amuse you. it has been years since i got to tell a story, do you wish for it to be moreso fiction than fact or do you wish for it to be personal ? either fares fine by me, i just wish to make this enjoyable for the both of us. ”
QUESTION RESTS EASY in air as another light laugh escapes lips, unable to contain their joyous emotions to themselves. meeting another creature of higher power was more than a happy occasion. venìa clasps hands in front of them gently, for they are interested in the other ( she was there and not there, an enigma, & how venia drowned in it. )
fingertips intertwine among one another / cloying vines that choke the life from the sun itself . she perhaps was once the sun , was once the golden light that blinked herself awake from slumbers untold by centuries . but these things have been lost / that girl is a myth forevermore ! you listen to the bylina , to friends and neighbors drawl endlessly upon tales you have watched live and die , rising and falling like tides . ( there used to be stories of you , too , but now you are reduced to only a sentence --- to a feeling of dread and a cold chill that creeps into your bones . )
how long has it been since you sat for a tale ? since the fire licked in flame and shadow at your icy repose , since you allowed yourself to become entangled within the oral fables once more . WERE YOU NOT BORN FROM TALES LIKE THIS ? lean forward onto your elbows , attention focused with intent on the glimmer of their eyes , on the way their lips move and carry words like song’s breath , you will get lost in this sensation --- it is a heaven in this world of purgatory .
❝ anything that you wish , so long as i have not heard it before , i am satisfied . ❞ a cup lifted , gaze burning from over the brim vodka stopped burning eons ago
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MAIDENS OF MAGIC & SIN : marya morevna & aempress / random edit for @volchista
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EDITS OF AEMPRES : 001 do not reblog
curiosity laden behind crimson eyelids / hooded eyes . they teach children that curiosity is a sin , that the price of FREE THOUGHT will be their eternally damned soul --- you like to think that times have changed , that the greedy hearts of greedy men have softened to blooming flowers and sunlight sparkling against tranquil waves , but you are not a fool . even gods and monsters carry hearts of blackened coal / open rotted ribcages to reveal the decay that begins from WITHIN .
but they are not like that , you have decided . this being before you , with eyes of the same golden sunlight that belongs only in your hazy memories . they are more --- oh marvelous , they are more ! interest piqued , you draw closer , your breath of bittersweet fruit and red wines , as though you are to share a most intimate secret . ❝ there is still much time left to the day , being of truth and justice , indulge the ancient crone --- spin me a tale . ❞
❝ it is such an endeavor now , to converse as this . ❞ you trail endlessly , voice of velvet and silver moonlight , you pour yourself into each syllable ( let them see who you are , you haven’t any need for secrets . ) gesture to empty mug , silent inquiry of more .
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