foam abbatoir

essential supplies include: plenty of food and water, a change of socks, a hat, rope, bandaids, a knife, gloves, an acorn in your pocket, and an offering

there are always odd noises on the farm. half of them come from the animals

try to forget what the lake looks like between the hours of three and four AM

never ever find yourself alone in the milking shed in the south end of the farm. time passes differently there

if you happen to hurt yourself in your exploration, make sure you do not bleed onto the dirt

bring plenty of water, you do not want to drink from there

the cows will watch you, this is normal

close every gate you open, even if the fields are empty. don’t ever leave one open behind you, just trust me

beware unstable rocks, the cracks tend to be filled with insect nests

bring a weapon with you, but no guns

if you see someone else while exploring, never tell them your name. you can never be sure if they are real or not, and further out you go, the less real they will seem. the patupaiarehe have evolved in cruel and unusual ways

do not go inside the empty share-milkers cottages, whatever you do, do not go inside. something else lives there now

a tree with the undersides of its leaves showing mean that a storm is coming. a tree with no leaves means the storm has already come

sometimes the hills look like they’re moving. be aware of this, because some things don’t like to be disturbed

do not sleep under the full moon, in fact, just don’t sleep on the farm

finding skulls is normal, only become worried when you start finding ribs

if you find yourself lost in a forest, continue walking in a straight line until you are free again. the trees may make it look as though you are going in circles, but i promise you’re not. ignore the soft music you can hear

your phone won’t work out here

the ghosts from the land wars won’t harm you, but be sure to show them respect

In my restless dreams,

Odysseus’ Journey Home Aesthetic ; requested by @veronicaroth2

As whiskey ages, there is always an amount that evaporates from within the barrel, referred to by those who produce it as “the angel’s share.” Despite the beverage’s association with sin, its manufacturing is one path by which mankind can barter with the heavens; a large enough tithe of fine Bourbon can bring with it returns of divine favor and forgiveness.

Now, it is an empirically verified fact that cellars in Tennessee are nine inches closer to hell than the national average. While this anomaly has prevented the Volunteer State’s distilleries from achieving the same fortunes as those to the north in Kentucky, a handful of bold producers have found ways to take advantage of their lower theological altitude.

There is one particular distillery within whose barrels are sealed in more ways than one. Not a single drop of their sixth recipe is lost to evaporation- the few angels who come to stake their claim rarely ever leave. The seventh recipe is more famous, of course, but this is the one that put them on the map. Aficionados note that its strong charcoal tones are complemented by mild hints of chokecherry and sulfur. Critics tend to focus on it having a somewhat metallic aftertaste.

The bones and feathers that sink to the bottom are typically discarded with the rest of the barrel. When buried in fertile soil together, they eventually grow into a dead tree: a sign of the deal that’s been done.

Covenants with the devil can show up in surprising places.

Devils are zoologically diverse.

Hell itself isn’t so bad when you have a decent mortgage.