Ellylon

Weeping monster pots

I fully understand why modern writers ignore a lot of the vampire mythos because what are you supposed to do with a creature that can’t hunt in daylight (either because it weakens them like Dracula or straight up kills them), can’t touch silver, have to count the bag of rice you throw on the floor, has to avoid garlic, can only get in when invited even if the human doesn’t own the house, can’t cross moving water on their own, can’t leave their coffin if you place a rose on top of it, and can’t even wake up and protect themselves if you open their coffin during the day. Dracula got fucked up by a Jack Russell Terrier in the book because he took the shape of a swarm of rats.

For the modern writers that can’t have their vampires be this easy to trip up, that’s a skill issue. They seem to have somehow forgotten that there’s a human mind behind this thing.

so she throws a brick through your living room window, and follows it up with a molotov

I’m a short Spelldon + tall Valentine truther

- looking for sea monsters

- softly singing sea shanties to yourself

- standing on the beach at the very edge of the water and closing your eyes, letting it rush over your bare feet

- tall clunking boots with scratches and grime

- reading the stars on clear nights and observing the constellations

- the sand stuck to your feet, your hair stiff with salty sea air

- a little hoard of coins and jewels and shiny things kept hidden in a secret place

- days under the sun and nights under the stars

- knowing that nothing on earth really needs to follow a structure and that sometimes chaos is the biggest freedom

- taking pride in your scars and marks and tattoos

- combing the beach for driftwood and sea glass and shells

- talking to the gentle moon at night

- huge and sprawling paper maps with all the places you plan to go

- never sitting correctly, lounging across things with your feet up and slouching like you own the place

Fillie spoons you a bowl of meat, vegetables and rice. Steam rises gently from the meal, and you wrap your hands around the smooth wood bowl. It warms your hands, and a small smile pulls at the corner of your mouth.

I make popsicles and keep them on hand. Lemon juice + ginger, lemon juice + mint, chamomile tea + lemon juice (this one is also great for stress, cramps, or to have as a snack before bed). You can do all sorts of combinations using juices, herbs, teas, etc. Whatever works for you and your symptoms, give it a try. If you don't have popsicle sticks, you can make ice cubes with the same things and suck on the ice instead.

It's something I've done for years now, and it's so helpful and handy to just be able to grab a popsicle when my chronic illness issues mess with my stomach (I deal with a lot of nausea, pain, and not always being able to keep food down, personally). It's especially nice in the summer.

This was done upon entering a tent at night. You hold a flashlight in front of your nose, shining forward, and any small creature that might be inside your tent will have its eyes reflecting light directly back at your eyes (angle of incidence and all that)