#poetry from a worm

[pavementworm]

I wish I could take your pain away. you are perfect to me simply because you are you. is that too much to say when we're just friends? is it too much to say that I would fight the world for you? is it too much to say that you're the light of my life? that you make me want to get better? that you're the reason I finally don't feel alone? that you make me feel loved in a way no one else ever has? is that too much to say when we're just friends?

[lotrmusical]

never let anyone tell you that trawling through mediocre victorian poetry isn't worth it. we just happened upon an absolute BANGER of a worm poem. go read it or else 🪱🪱🪱

[wormandzeewriting]

Endure.

I know you're tired. I know it hurts.

The cracked skull, the goggles,

Her missing anchor.

I know. I know the grief will be hard.

Living will be hard. I know this to be true.

But- Hey, no. Look at me.

Wipe your eyes, look at me.

I'm asking you to endure.

I'm asking you to endure the memories,

To endure the aching in your scars.

The pounding in your head,

The ink staining your clothes.

I'm asking you to be strong, for me.

For her memory. Just her memory.

Look at me. Please, look at me.

Wipe your eyes.

It will be hard without her.

I know, I know. It will be hard to go on.

It will be hard to find purpose.

But we have to.

And- No, look at me. Please.

Believe me, I know. I know you're a monster.

But that doesn't change anything now.

We just need to keep going.

Wipe your eyes. Take my hand.

I'm not asking you to be strong.

I'm asking you to keep living.

Keep remembering, keep growing.

Keep enduring.

It hurts like nothing before, I know.

Stand with me. Walk. Breath, slowly.

Come inside. We have much to do.

[indecisive-dizzy]

I love Latter Pillar so much you don’t understand i adore him have have some headcanons for him

Daisey literally pulls Howdy BY THE ANTENNA and makes him give Latter a hug. They like Latter, he’s sweet. But him being dramatic sometimes gets on their nerves

Daisey and Lizzy do partake in the Latter teasing, but they usually shut it down if it gets to mean (Latter protection squad say what)

Latter and Eddie besties real, Latter reads his poetry in the post office and Eddie just listens while doing his mailman duties

Honey’s mean to him, but secretly like his poetry. He thinks it’s so bad it’s funny

He runs a poetry club, he’s made a few friends from it too :3

Lizzy loves her brother, she really does, but she cannot stand to hear his bad poetry. She send him ads for poetry lessons and he gets sad about it

Also randomly put in but I love those little bee kids (I don’t know their names :,) ) they look so cute I love them

Latter has 6 arms me thinks, idk if that’s confirmed lmao

I’m mentally I’ll and that update destroyed me so I’m focusing on Howdy’s dramatic, flamboyant brother :3

The Howdy's nephews (the cater-bee children <3) are Howdo and Youdo! I can't remember if its one "o" or two tho haha

But yes Latter is just,,, he's so,, Soo ajdhjssj <3 I love him and his silly dramatics and bad poetry

Forcing siblings to hug is hilarious! I should know as a Certified Annoying Sibling Who Likes Hugs >:3 so good Daisey lol Howdy needs to hug his brother

Lighthearted teasing is fun, and I think if Latter was genuinely friends with whomever he'd go along with it, maybe do improv poetry to tease them back dramatically pff

Yeah you think Howdy would be upset that his brother is friends with the mailman? Bc Latter and Eddie besties Is real and in your home <3 They could write each other letters when it's not the holidays and Latter send Eddie his poetry for approval bc Eddie is too nice to say it's bad <3 (cough Latter getting a crush on Eddie? whaaaatt cough)

Howdy secretly enjoying things feels on brand lol. but him enjoying it for the wrong reason (so bad it's funny) is hilarious

Sorry but my oc CJ would be apart of Latter's poetry club <3 They're friends now Speaking of the poetry club, I imagine they do slam poetry and Latter is really bad but trying his best lol

Not the Poetry Lesson ads 😭 sobbs why she gotta do him dirty like that sjdbsjdhj lmao

[alliwanttodoiscollectpoetry]

Jason Heroux ~ I flew

[the-shape-shifting-system]

Unhinged 30 Days of Otherkin Challenge

Day 4. If your kintype suddenly opened their eyes, what would they be looking at?

We've seen another user get confused at the question, and so are we. So you get two answers for the price of one! Yippee :3

Literal: the courtyard-ish front of our school, facing the road that leads to and from the gate. There are some trees lining it with the walkways.

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Our kintype's ideal place: high in the sky among the clouds as the sun leaves place to the moon. Many dragons fly around us too, scales seeming to glow as the last rays of the sun are caught on them.

There it is for day 4. Hope you enjoyed that last bit, tried to do a bit of poetry.

[canarydarity]

Based on/with excerpts from "Detail of the Fire" by Richard Siken.

(A man with a bandage is in the middle of something.)

Though extinguished, the ranch still smoldered around them. Neither of them spoke. Tango’s head was down, his focus on applying the bandage correctly. Jimmy’s head was up, his focus on staring through the gaps in their walls; he stared into the distance—the direction of Scar and Grian, the Keep. 

Tango knew he was only feeling a portion of what Jimmy must have been, so he kept that in mind as he wrapped up his arm, layer after layer. Jimmy was thinking about the irony of the situation—being treated for burns while sitting, freezing, in their home, now rendered ineffective against the cold. 

There was more to this story, neither of them wanted to tell it. There was more they were thinking about; there was more they needed to do—to figure out. Neither of them was ready.

Tango stopped wrapping, ripped the bandage from the roll, and tucked the end into one of the folds he’d made. He gripped what was left tighter, gave himself a second, and then gently grabbed Jimmy’s other arm. 

Jimmy startled—he really wasn’t paying much attention—but he gave his arm over willingly anyway and resumed staring, resumed thinking-but-not-thinking. 

There was more to this story, but not for them, not yet. Give them a few minutes—they were in the middle of something. 

(Everyone understands this.)

A burning tree, a burning fence, a base—a home. Everyone has been there; conversely, everyone has done this. They all make the same mistakes every season, they are all shocked by the same turn of events. The game starts, things burn; the game ends, they forget. They start again and the past is further away, so they build a new home out of wood, because who here is their enemy? Who here would wish them harm? (They will get their answer soon enough.)

Still, people showed up. The ranch was burning, and people came from all over to try and help Jimmy and Tango put it out. 

Jimmy expressed gratitude, he thanked them for helping, he joked about neighborhood watch. Tango was not so expressive. Yes, they all came to their aid, but when better to remember that they also all wanted to fight. They also all wanted to win. Tango knew what they were thinking watching the last of the flames flicker out. He heard it in Cleo and Scott thinking they were sly, assigning Jimmy the blame, acting like they were better than to provoke Scar. He heard it in Etho and Joel off to the side, whispering about how the ship couldn’t burn, how the ship was more important than anything else. Tango knew what they were all really saying; I’m glad it wasn’t us. 

(Everyone wants a battlefield.)

Sure, they helped put the fire out. Tango would remember that—but he wouldn’t count on it. It wouldn’t matter in a day or so. It wasn’t much in the grand scheme of things, it wasn’t giving someone a life—and even then, Tango knew not to count on that either.

Having some flashbacks? Etho had asked from a safe distance away. No, not flashbacks, because this wouldn’t be like last time. Tango had learned; he felt the anger, the rage—but he was going to save it. He was going to use it. 

(Red. and a little more red.)

Jimmy had kept busy because he knew Tango couldn’t at the moment, he knew Tango was preoccupied. He wasn’t mad about it—he understood. He was worried, of course, but he had to deal with everything else—everyone else—first. The burns on his arms ached. 

Jimmy had kept busy. He’d thanked everyone for coming by so quickly, he’d stopped them from egging Tango on, he’d grabbed what he could out of what was left of their chests. He’d kept busy, cause he knew what would happen when he stopped. When he stopped, the thinking would start, and there was nothing he could do about it.

(Accidents never happen when the room is empty.)

Disaster always happened when Jimmy was nearby. Things always went to hell when Jimmy was disposed of. He kept busy trying to ward it off, he kept busy delaying it just a little longer. But after everyone left, after the embers turned to smoke, after Tango deflated but before he picked up the roll of bandages, the thoughts came. This happens wherever I go, this happens because I am here—because of me. Accidents never happen when the room is empty.

Someone has to die first.

(Everyone understands this.)

Sometimes, he couldn’t help but wonder if this was all he was good for; dying first, dying always. He sounded a warning that he didn’t get to hear, a warning that he never got himself. A warning that he guessed didn’t change much in the end for anyone else either; there could only ever be one winner, after all. So what then did it even mean? 

Was this all he was good for?

(Everyone needs a place.)

Jimmy was starting to understand his. He looked down at Tango, he was still very intently paying attention to caring for Jimmy’s burns. Did he know? Jimmy wondered. Could he feel it? He was chained to the mast of an already slowly sinking ship. It was so hard to remember that this was all meant to be a game.

(People like to think war means something.)

But what happens when the game is over? What were they really fighting for, did they know? Did anyone?

(What can you learn from your opponent? More than you think.)

This was bigger than Scar, Tango knew that. This was bigger than a stolen horse, than soulmates, than a new series. There was more at play here—he knew that. 

But he also knew there was nothing he could do about the rest. Not about how any of the previous games ended. Not about being thrown into another one after only barely recovering the last time. Not about late-night whispers of if you’re sure and you know I’m cursed and I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t want—

What he could do was make Scar pay for this one fucking thing. He was so sick of losing progress and acting like it was normal, of being inconvenienced on purpose, of being made to question the same people he was forced to rely on. This was the first time he felt like he’d gotten off to a good start. He had a built-in partner this time—a soulmate—and by game design itself backstabbing would only be self-destruction. Maybe that trust was artificial, but it was the first time it felt sure and so Tango could not be bothered to care. They’d gotten comfortable, they’d built a home, and it had been taken from them. Tango was going to make sure that nothing else was ever again. 

Maybe he wouldn’t stop at Scar; maybe he’d take it further, make them all see—make them understand, make them pay. Joel, for telling Jimmy he’d start feeling sorry for whatever poor sap got paired up with him; Grian for keeping Jimmy out of the horn club simply because he’d asked nicely to join; Scott for telling Tango to knock Jimmy down a peg every once in a while for his own good; Bdubs for lying to him, for telling Jimmy Tango had come by looking for a golden apple—as if Tango would ever. 

Yes—yes, he liked this plan. They didn’t understand yet, any of them, but they would. That was a promise.

(Who will master this love?)

Which of them would make it? Which of them, these pairs, was less doomed than the rest—were any of them? 

Maybe it wasn’t just Jimmy—maybe they were all cursed, in a way. 14 pairs, but only 7 deaths, really. They used to have more control over their collateral damage. Soulmate—til death do they part indeed. 

(Love might be the wrong word.)

How different was it all, in the end? Tango was worrying this would turn out like it always did, Jimmy was already convinced that was where they were headed. They were both trying their best though, they were both going to try and hold on to what they had—even if it was the last thing they did; knowing the nature of the game, it likely would be. 

And then what? What happened when it ended?

It wasn’t like they got to keep it—any of it. They were so focused on growing roots they knew would be ripped out, and yet neither of them could seem to stop doing it. It was addicting, the hope of it all. Finding comfort amidst the game wasn’t always easy and keeping it was even harder, but who would they be if they didn’t try? Tango was starting to see the whole picture; he was starting to understand that there were no winners, not really. Jimmy was tired of thinking this time, things might be different; this time, he might get to have this.

(Let’s admit, without apology, what we do to each other.)

Jimmy couldn’t watch Tango take his time wrapping him up, because if he did he knew he’d say what he really wanted to: it’s not worth it. 

It was not worth patching him up—not when he would die first, likely sometime soon; not when he’d take Tango with him this time. It was not worth rebuilding the ranch—not when it’d get burned down again; or griefed, or pillaged, or any of the other things that would happen just because it was Jimmy’s, just because he desperately didn’t want to lose it. It was not worth getting revenge—not when there would likely be more tomorrow; more to mourn, more to miss, more to worry about. More, more, more. 

There was no respite—not until he got out; some small, scared part of him wished it’d happen soon and it’d happen quickly. He didn’t know how much longer he could watch Tango try and clean up the destruction he always left in his wake. 

Jimmy didn’t watch Tango wrap him up, he didn’t watch Tango seethe and think and plan, but he still thought it. I did this to you, do you see that yet? I tried to warn you—I tried.

(We know who our enemies are.)

Everyone, no one; themselves, each other. 

Tango finished up what he was doing, lowered Jimmy’s arm back into his lap, and turned to put everything away. It was out of habit, which was why he did it, but he realized his mistake soon after—the wall where their chests used to be was crumbling away, a pile of burnt wood on the ground where he’d been heading. Tango could feel it all start up again, but then a hand was in his and a tug pulled him back to face the other way.

Jimmy ended his staredown with the distance, the wooded horizon, to meet Tango’s eye. He wanted to plead that his soulmate give it a rest, but he didn’t have to; Tango’s gaze on his was already calm. He pulled until Tango came to stand in front of where he was sitting on the edge of the bed again. He leaned forward, forehead down until he felt it meet the rough and worn leather of Tango’s vest. Tango raised the hand that wasn’t being held and touched it lightly to the back of Jimmy’s head. 

There was more to this story, they knew that. Tomorrow, Jimmy would let Tango convince him they needed to rebuild the ranch regardless of what might happen after. Tango would be grounded enough to think through a plan for revenge that he already knew would be a fruitless and vain affair—but wasn’t it all? Jimmy might ask Tango another time if he was sure, and Tango would tell him a million times over that he was; he’d said it the first time and he’d meant it. Tango might—would—get angry again, but Jimmy would be there to bring him back. 

They’d have more enemies; more problems, less solutions; less time. But not yet. There was no rush, after all, to complete a game they knew they wouldn’t win; to cross a finish line that only led to a dead end. This moment, though…they could have this.

For now, they were in the middle of something. 

They don’t yet know what comes next. 

(We know.)

[litany-writes]

tower of babel (from genesis 11:3)

[euesworld]

"Flames rain from my soul as I try to escape the gravity of hell, pooling into a lake so great that it captivates the devil like a spell.. and just like Icarus, I fly into the sun to become something like a soft kiss of love. I am not a butterfly, though I started as a worm.. I metamorphose too close to a sigh, and then I fly instead of burn."

You can't experience the delights of heaven without experiencing a touch of hell.. in my case, I was in the basement so when I finally started seeing the light it was soothing like nothing I have ever known - eUë

[eviltomb]

I think Ruby is going to undergo something of an Orphic journey in episode 8.

Orpheus of which the name comes from was a musician and seer who traveled into the underworld to save his wife Eurydice. on the condition that he not look back until they both leave the underworld, only to fail at the last moment.

She’s going to get the chance to get not just Penny, but everything she’s lost. But that’s the trap, it’s not true. That’s the enticement to look back, to give up, to stop moving. To grieve forever, Salem did much the same after Ozma passed. and she stopped changing a long long time ago. She needs to be able to keep moving, but still remember. Penny’s face, Her voice, her life, her wishes.

I worry about our girl.

[pavementworm]

it is hailing. ice is bouncing off the pavement around me. I am cold. I don't really miss you. I miss who I was when I knew you. It is hailing and I am cold.

[aristoteliancomplacency]

That galdor is amazing and reminds me of similar medical incantations from Akkadian/Babylonian/Assyrian medical texts, such as this one against the 'tooth worm' (toothache):

After Anum (the sky god) created the heavens, (and) the heavens created the earth, (and) the earth created rivers, (and) rivers created canals, (and) canals created mud, (and) mud created the worm, the worm went crying before Šamaš, its tears flowed before Ea: “ What have you given for me to eat? What have you given for me to suck? “I have given you the ripe fig and the apricot” “What good is that to me, the ripe fig and the apricot? Place me and let me dwell between tooth and gum, so I can suck the tooth’s blood and mince up the gum!” Drive in the peg and sieze the foot (while saying:) “Because you said this, worm, may Ea strike you with his mighty hand!” (italics = uncertainty in the translation, translation from here, where you can also hear someone reading it out in the original!).  (the tooth worm was prooobably a metaphorical thing, rather than like, a belief that there was actually a worm there).

Incomplete list of stuff that made me go apeshit reading Fellowship for the first time, medievalist edition (part II)

Part I here. Disclaimer: this is for fun!

Love that people keep stressing that they are going to the ELVES for COUNCIL. Old English names, especially among the rulers of Wessex, Northumbria, Mercia, etc, were often Elf Theme Names, one of the most famous and enduring of which is Alfred. Written the old way, Ælfræd or Ælfred (as in Alfred the Great), means Elf-Council, aka "counseled by elves". In their hearts... everyone wants to be Alfred... possibly this is only funny 2 me.

Tom Bombadil doing a training montage in the fucking magic system of Middle Earth?? He teaches Frodo to recite a poem that will summon him, Tom Bombadil, in times of need! Frodo gets kidnapped by undead wights in a barrow (like many a good young person in an Old Norse saga before him) and dutifully recites this magic poem. Frodo learned Recite Magic Poem! TOM BOMBADIL SMASHES THRU THE WALL OF THE BARROW LIKE THE KOOL-ADE MAN AND RECITES A BIGGER, STRONGER POEM??

At this point I gave up on trying to be normal about anything. As such, I'm pausing on Tom Bombadil again.

It helped (?? not psychologically) that Tom Bombadil recited something that felt a bit familiar, when he banished the wights. It's not anything like a direct translation, if indeed it bears any purposeful resemblance to the actual recorded medieval galdor called Against a Wen. Regardless, Against a Wen is an okay?? example of what a spoken word magic poem would look like, and why it's similar to what Tom Bombadil (and later Gandalf and others) do. Left screenshot is Bombadil against a barrow-wight. Right is Against a Wen, in English translation. (a wen was possibly a skin ailment, like a mole or a cancer). Banishing to/beyond the hills and shrivelling are the apparent themes. You don't have to follow me on this one, much less agree. Frankly this is the point I went off the deep end, probably.

Galdor can also protect! This just happens to be a banishment.

Gollum got exiled (the worst thing the early medieval and apparently proto-hobbit law could do to you) but not even for murder. No one found out about the murder. He just sucked.

ALSO Gollum lied and said that his matriarch (who exiled him) gave him the Ring. This implies it was plausible she'd give out rings, implying female ring-giver (standard role of a king). This is mentioned once and never again. ok!!

One last fun fact about galdor: it is the word at the end of "nightingale" isn't that lovely? Luthien's name in-universe means nightingale. This is fine!

I spent a lot of time researching Aragorn's favorite rock. I love these books. If I recall correctly it's a real rock! but possibly. just a cool rock.

[wormandzeewriting]

Universe.

A monument to life

Tasting the atmosphere with renewed vigor

You encapsulate the entire idea of everything

It's imperfections and love and horror

Why are you so vast?

You are dark and empty and many things, surely

They long to be with you again

To be part of you again

But to think about it

I have to face that we are truly

One in the same

Atoms are only a million pieces of this puzzle

But I suppose

Then that would be a million that we share

In comparison to the trillions, quadrillions, hextillions

It's not a lot

But it's a lot to me

It provides some solace to know that

Even if you are everything

And I am nothing

We used to be many things together

Not everything, not everything

But out of the trillion, quadrillion, hextillion things

That are different about us

I'm glad that

At least

I got to share a million things

With you

[elwinka]

Preparatory work and draft for the poem: ‘Stormer of the Soul's Rest’

’The Metamorphosis from Bird to Worm - Selected Poems’ by Elvin Karda Gökce

[alliwanttodoiscollectpoetry]

When I wait   for my father, the stars  

disappear. Only bats   dart and flutter,  

hungry for the hum   of mosquitos, thick  

as honey. Their bright   sting lingers and jumps

like electricity can. It’s looking for a body.

He didn’t say   how production stopped when the volt distribution panel was cleaned of calf and hip. No matter how hot

the summer was, my father said it was nothing compared to coke, spelled coal. The way it penetrated his skin like the breathlessness of asphalt and the charcoal briquettes he set fire to—

the sizzle and curl of chicken skin rubbed with paprika, salt, and black pepper. The acrid spray of vinegar when turned and sealed   under lid. I stood next to the heat,   a sticky sheen of smoke, and I wanted to eat.

A Lesson from my Father about Electricity ~ Monica Rico

[arijackz]

PICK A CARD: What Will Your FS Admire Most About You?

⚤ “I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.” - Pablo Neruda

Disclaimer: This is a general reading, take what resonates. This is a gender-neutral reading, disregard any pronouns that do not apply to you.

p1 → p2 ↙︎ p3 → p4

✠ Pile One ✠ (King of Cups,Page of Cups,The World,7)

✧ Cards went wiillldddd. You stir up so much emotion in this person, it’s crazy. Your heart chakra is front and center here. You are picture-perfect harmony and universal love to your spouse. Your love can’t be contained, you love them, your friends, your favorite mug, worms out in the rain, strangers, the moon, and all the stars in the sky.

✧ All I see is a wide-ass smile, the biggest, wateriest eyes, and full cheeks. Your spouse thinks you’re sunshine-incarnated.

✧ This will sound corny, but your heart and love for the world and all its diversity make you appear angelic; God’s gift to humanity. The emotional depth you have is nothing shy of divine. Your ability to understand and reconnect your person with their inner dreamer makes you irreplaceable in their eyes. 

✧ I feel like your future spouse had to navigate around a lot of emotionally stunted people who left scars that prevented them from forming healthy relationships. Your empathy and desire to make space for peace and unity in this world give them hope that true love is alive and they are the lucky son of a bitch who gets to call an angel, theirs.

✧ I smell salt and hear waves. (I bet you’re tired of the cheesy poetry but HEY, me and your boo are OBSESSED with your energy) You truly are as beautiful and powerful as the seven seas.

✧ You know the Ouroboros, and how it's sometimes depicted as a snake wrapped around the oceans, holding onto its tail to keep the world together? Yea, that. To your future partner, you hold the key to their world. You add so much color and vibrancy. You turn over their inner ocean and awaken so much repressed child-like wonder within them.

✧ Wow. Your spouse loves the depths of you.

✧ Check for water placements, signs, and houses, in your natal chart. Some of you have insane intuition and have clairsenses. Clairaudience to be specific.

✧ Some of you are active in charities or aspire to make a difference in society. Maybe you’re into esoteric practices or anything else metaphysical.

✧ I even have a few philosophers here. Okay, KANT! (somebody please get this joke)

She Excites the Seven Seas

✠ Pile Two ✠ (Ace of Pentacles,8oW,The Emperor rev., “I Want”)

I love the kind of woman that will actually just kill me

✧ Of course, you don’t have to be a woman but that TikTok sound SCREAMED at me. Your future spouse is lowkey intimidated by you and they love it.

✧ You have big dreams. Big plans. But most importantly, a million and one ways to get you where you need to be. Your ability to say “I want this,” and then actually go out and GET it?? Your spouse is like the meme that goes “I’m a little scared, but I’m turned on.”

✧ I also see that you’re unconventional. If people have been doing whatever you want to do a certain way for years, you'll find ways to do it differently, just cause. You’re a true trailblazer. Your self-conviction is so damn alluring. Even for the people who struggle with insecurity sometimes, once you get over that hump and decide that you desire something, you fucking get it. Your partner sees you like magic. They are impressed by just how quickly your desires are set in motion for you. They feel that you are powerful and bring a great deal of power to them from just being in your proximity.

✧ You are also the “I don’t take shit from nobody” type. Not from strangers, not from your friends, your family, not even from your partner. In their eyes, you know your worth and have a strong self-foundation that nobody can tear down. There is genuine admiration and respect here. I even get the “I want to be like you when I grow up” mentality.

✧ There is a speediness to you they find very attractive. Either the way you behave, speak, or just stress about time, your pacing holds a special place in their heart. (or maybe, despite all of your responsibilities, you manage to find stillness in the chaos and slow down when necessary)

✧ The way you speak drives this person wild. It's like your voice narrates their thoughts and is the source of all of their arousal. Do with that information what you will...(don't be cruel, you make this person so nervous).

✧ I shuffled through a playlist and E-GIRLS ARE RUINING MY LIFE!! by Corpse came on and one of the lyrics goes,

She just look into my soul with them Shinigami eye Coke in my nose and a blade on her thigh. Man, I think this girl is really trying to plan my demise

✧ Yea, you put the fear of God into this person, but in a good way! Your presence can be chilling sometimes. Fire energy for sure. There are definitely people here from pile 2 of my first pac, “What are your most alluring qualities?”, check that out if you want to.

✧ Okay, this energy has me needing to take a LAP, bye.

"Man, I Think This Girl Tryna Plan My Demise"

✠ Pile Three ✠ (10oW, 9oW)(no other cards wanted to come out, real stubborn)

✧ Okay so, this feels specific?... and maybe even a lil off topic but I feel called to say this

✧ I sense that you and your person are psychically connected and share the mutual feeling that the two of you are meant to cross paths. The both of you have gotten your fair share of fuckery in this lifetime and this union feels like divine justice.

✧ This sounds a little fucked up, but you guys flourish amid trauma. Dark energy alchmaziers. You best wield your potential while you’re going THROUGH it.

✧ You had to “die” and bury yourself a dozen times to get where you are today.

✧ You are a very evolved individual. Throughout your life, traumatic events and relationships have forced you to bear a lot of weight on your back and it’s like the pressure has forged you into a diamond. With each curveball life threw at you, you stood tall and pushed to make something of yourself, proving your worth after a lifetime of strife and instability.

✧ Scorpio/Capricorn and 8th house/10th house placements. (check midpoints).

✧ A lot of you have tense shoulders, upper back, shoulder, and neck pain from the unease and anxiety your body carries. You have insomnia and may even struggle with nightmares.

✧ This person you’re coming into union with is so healing.

✧ This is something the both of you broke down and prayed for on your darkest days. This is a true partner, the soul that kept yours warm when the world was so cold. You had to put your dreamier side on the back burner to survive. This person will make you feel safe to dream again.

✧ I don’t have anything specific to say because you and your person feel so secretive  You two recognize each other’s pain and are the only people you guys trust. Like not even lil ol’ me can really get through to y'all. Y’all ride AND die for each other, in this life and the next.

✧ If you’re into astrology and already have a feel for who this person is, check your guys’ composite chart. Strong Scorpio energy here.

✧ Coming into union with this person will feel like a wish fulfillment.

✧ (short pile, it felt like a quick message for those of you who feel this connection telepathically. This is probably a secondary choice.)

"I Want To Caress The Piece of Me Within You"

✠ Pile Four ✠ (Queen of Wands, 9oP rev., 7oP, 4oP rev., the high priestess, queen of cups, “I will”)

✧ You’re a bad bitch, truly. Your fs isn’t calling you a bitch, buuuttttt she a baddie, she know she a ten! She a baddie with her baddie…. wait a minute…

✧ You may not have a lot of friends? You keep your circle tight-knit because you have been deeply hurt in the past and you guard your peace fiercely. For some of you, your home life was quite tumultuous and you struggle with financial security and inner happiness. It seemed like the world did not want you to feel good about yourself or succeed.

✧ Do you know that viral display of a deer’s ribcage with a spear through it, and how even though an attempt was made on the deer’s life, he managed to survive and lived for years after that event; all while still growing bone marrow with a giant fucking spear through its ribcage?

✧ “A close encounter with a hunter left the deer with several broken ribs and part of an arrow embedded in its body. Remarkably, the animal survived, and bone grew around the shaft and arrowhead lodged in the creature's side."

✧ "The deer lived with the arrow inside its body until years later, when another hunter killed the animal, cut the deer open, and discovered its amazing secret…As the tough tissue formed over the arrow, it acted as a splint for the damaged rib cage, strengthening the deer's injured body.”

✧ I highlighted some words that needed emphasizing. That’s how your partner sees you. They are in complete awe of the resilience and sheer tenacity you hold. They look at you and can’t believe the person before their eyes. The troubling history you usually try to hide from your romantic partners is exactly what allures this person. 

✧ You won’t ever lay on your belly and cry about life passing you by. You aren’t the type to victimize yourself and “woe is me” your way out of self-improvement.

✧ You are quite ambitious and aim to push forward, even if the odds are stacked against you.

✧ I get the message that some people in this pile have struggled with self-harm over the years. Your partner wants to kneel down and kiss your scars like a white knight, and vow to protect you emotionally and physically for as long as you’ll have them.

✧ The spear-deer imagery is so interesting. The deer represents virality. It is a symbol of piety, gentleness, devotion, and fertility. Especially with the queen of wands, the high priestess, AND the queen of cups, you provide profound love, passion, and insight to this person. However, even as a deer, you are quite badass???

✧ You are as gentle as a strand of hair but as strong as wool. Dainty but unbreakable.

✧ They have no desire to infantilize you because they know you are already your own greatest warrior. But they don’t want you to feel that you have to fight alone. Whatever burdens are on your plate, they take away as much as possible because they want to be a piece of the paradise you fight for.

✧ This is meant to be a short pac, a Tumblr post won’t do the unbelievable strength in your character much justice. Just know that your fs is so fucking in love with you and wants to spend their life by your side because of just how awe-struck they are by you.

✧ I mean c’mon… will YOU ever forget the story of the coolest fucking deer in existence??

"I Yearn To Be the Name You Call Out in Victory"