deciphered the illusion trading magic for fact

There was something you were hiding, on the night you ran away.

naamahdarling:
s1lkvoid:
Swan sleeping while floating on a pond
@elodieunderglass
a restful creature for you
I love

zinjanthropusboisei:
Just for the record this is a real problem I’m having. What does one do with a possibly cursed mystery door in the blackberry patch. Besides ignore it and keep eating blackberries…
IGNORE IT AND KEEP EATING BLACKBERRIES

losingmymindtonight:

one day I’ll finally write that ridiculously elaborate fanfiction that I’ve been carefully constructing in my daydreams for months and then you’ll be sorry. you’ll all be sorry.

podcastwizard:

podcastwizard:
podcastwizard:
one of these octobers i want to have two boyfriends who will dress up as the phantom and raoul and i will be christine and we absolute Dazzle a mid-sized halloween party with our costumes and charm before retreating to a guest room to have a threesome that violates the geneva convention and then never speak again. is that too much to ask.
yeah sure wanna come hang out in my basement i promise there’s a normal amount of candles and absolutely no pipe organs in there
i misplaced my boat. on account of all this fucking mist

the-overanalyst:

it’s always so fascinating and heartbreaking when a character in a story is simultaneously idolized and abused. a chosen prophet destined for martyrdom. a child prodigy forced to grow up too fast. a powerful warrior raised as nothing but a weapon. there’s just something so uniquely messed up about singing someone’s praises whilst destroying them.

a-partofthenarrative:

POTO 13 Nights of Halloween-October 27
Electric by @from-aldebaran
Christine was just slipping a rose into the skeleton’s hand when the electric went out.
She should have been scared…she was after all high up on a ladder and two stories underground in sudden silence and darkness that was near complete.
But there was nothing to be afraid of. This bar she was decorating, her father’s bar, was home. She stayed safely still on her tall ladder and allowed her eyes to adjust. Sure enough, there were the exit signs, tingeing the blackness and the dozens of surrounding skeletons with a faint rosy glow. Even if those lights had failed, she would still know her way around this place blindfolded. Not as well as her father did, especially the behind the scenes workings and every odd little quirky repair that kept this place running, but she knew the walls and ceilings better than anyone, every bit of decor affixed there from her years of changing out the bar’s theme for various holidays and special occasions. It had been her idea to treat the whole of the place like an art piece and every passing year her installations became more detailed and complex.
She slid the silk rose still in her hand back into the bag suspended from her ladder, settling it amongst the rest that were meant to be twined in the ribs and fingers of the bare and waiting skeletons. Halloween had been the very first installation at Gustave’s and every year the skeleton population grew, close to two hundred of them now, strung up on the walls, climbing columns, swooping from the ceiling.
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manywinged:

always remember the Final Girl Code:
- do it alone
- do it scared
- do it with a knife in your hand if you have to