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Stranger Things
occasionally subtle

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if i look back, i am lost
cherry valley forever
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
dirt enthusiast
RMH

Janaina Medeiros

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shark vs the universe

Acquired Stardust
Sade Olutola

Discoholic 🪩
Claire Keane

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
we're not kids anymore.
d e v o n
Jules of Nature
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001. THE FAIRY.
chipped nail polish. glitter highlight. tall trees with smooth bark. tangled hair. the taste of cinnamon sugar. talking too loud and too fast. overgrown flowers in your hair. crumbling buildings reclaimed by nature. flirting. walking home at three am with no coat. platonic hand holding. blowing smoke out of your nose. dragonfly wings. chaotic good. freckles. fairy rings. secret meetings. gender nonconformity. leather. smudged eyeliner. forbidden fruit.
002. THE REAPER.
computer errors. a shiver down your spine. haunting beauty. hard liquor. crowns of thorns. shadowed alleyways. decaying plant matter. shattered mirrors and broken glass. corrupted memories. stopped clocks. the scent of stale cigarettes. tattered black hoodies. walking your friends home. the crescent moon. the sea. a graveyard on a foggy day. cold rings on cold fingers. absolution. looking out of the window of an airplane. soft kisses.
003. THE WITCH.
graffiti. pretending to know what you’re doing. worn paperback books. growing up too fast. parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. lace and combat boots. moth wings. candles on every surface. a weathered deck of cards. turning the music up. fireflies in jars. calloused fingers. drawing on your skin. sunlight filtering through clouds. petrichor. a dying rose in a jar. wearing a crystal pendant. illusions of spells. black cats. mint gum. chapped lips. dirt under your fingernails. the cycle of life and death.
004. THE WOLF.
murders of crows. frost - bitten leaves. wolves howling at midnight. knocking on your door. leaving food out for stray animals. the twang of an acoustic guitar. honey. tiny red buds on trees. claw marks on the walls. golden eyes. slightly too long stubble. knitted finger - less gloves. sleeping on the forest floor. always finding your way back home.
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EMERALD ORBS DILATE as the smoke fills her lungs, mind drifting off to the depths of outer space just as she’d experienced many times before. she never thought she’d be able to experience such a magnificent gesture of vulnerability —— complete strangers opening themselves up to each other through body and mind, a spiritual journey through art and love beyond her wildest imagination that not even she herself could imagine. the smoke exhales from the pits of her lungs to blow into the other woman’s face in a playful manner, the familiar sense of her face contorting into that of a smile as her eyes close for the briefest of moments, enjoying the kaleidoscopic-like visuals she often experienced during the first few moments of pure bliss.
“free…” eyes remain closed as she allows her body to surrender to the plant assaulting her mind, “i feel FREE.” a gentle laugh escapes into the room as her eyes finally open to stare at the woman sitting across from her on the canvas-covered floor. afraid? she doesn’t bother to say anything in response to her concerns, but rather candy allows her actions to speak for her as her hands tugged at the fabric of her shirt, lifting it off and over her head in one efficient swoop. it’s then and only then does she mimic scathath’s motion of dipping her finger into the neon pink acrylic paint, reaching out to rub her paint-stained thumb across the woman’s cheek. “you’re the most natural beauty my eyes have ever had the pleasure of seeing….” her voice trails off in thought, eyes searching for any sign that she needs to pull her hand away— “can i paint you? all of you?”
Scathach shuts her eyes to accept her anointing, as though Candy were streaking her with holy oil, and with eyes still closed she grins. “Yes.”
Her dress is a thrifted rag so old Candy’s grandmother could have worn it, its falling floral pattern faded over years of sun and washing, with a few buttons still clinging to the front. She opens them and shifts onto her knees to pull the dress over her head. She’s no longer afraid of this body, no longer its victim; now, after hundreds of years, she can believe it when told she’s beautiful--her and her belly scarred from pregnancy, her rough fur of auburn where so many women shave themselves smooth, her scars, her missing little finger, her monster’s teeth.
Candy has only lived in this world of plastic and Photoshop, bodies contorted past recognition into grotesquerie, a mockery of sex and spectacle on the screen of every phone, the expanse of every billboard. Scathach pities her. How can she hope for true vision in a universe of distortion and lies? An artist should be free.
“How... Dost thou want me?”
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Scathach watches Candy cling to the hit, holding it as long as she can before exhaling in smoke. They sit together on the floor, face to face, knees nearly touching, the grimy newfound intimacy of two near-strangers sharing a high. The room is full of the scent, ancient, mossy-deep, earthy, a little foul, but sweet, too, like fruit gone to rot. She grins and looks down to dip her finger into the paint on the artist’s palette, a thick gob of red, which she streaks slowly onto the gessoed canvas spread on the floor. She’d insisted that they prepare for inspiration: take out your paints, take out your brushes, ready a space. Let it all in! You’ll see the heavens tonight! They even have glitter. We will, she’d breathed, collaborate...
“Thou seekest... Vision,” she says, and laughs a little, a rasp of a sound. “This will... Cut off thy blinders. Tell me what you feel.” For her, it no longer comes on so fast, so fiercely, but unwinds her gradually into comfortable lassitude, picking open all her seams, undoing all her buttons, and her insides ease out and make room for what is greater. “And if you are afraid, I will guide thee...” They will go further down into the fear, together. Their artistic vision. Their collaboration.
ITS SINGLES NIGHT DOWN AT THE MASSIVE CIRCULAR FIELD OF BLACK GRANITE STONES THAT BLEED WHEN YOU TOUCH THEM

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oh you don’t want me? Only because I look unhealthy and speak in riddles?
scathach has parts of her favorite books, works of poetry, etc. memorized and she can recite them off-the-cuff, not because she’s pretentious but because she simply uses pages from books for kindling and will just burn any book she has that is a mass market paperback or anything less rare than a 100-plus-yr-old first edition. even those can just go into her hearthfire or a ritual bonfire if she’s not particularly attached to them. so if she wants to hold onto specific parts of those books she has to memorize them. she doesn’t have like, any Special Abilities re: memory, she’s just gotten here through training her thought processes over long, long, LONG periods of time alone.
i don’t exactly have what you’d call “plans” for the “future”, unless “disappearing suddenly under mysterious circumstances” counts, in which case,
also if you guys ever google a placename/species name/esoteric book/etc that i mention and can’t find it on wiki or hplovecraft.com i promise i just made it up and you’re not missing anything
might fuck around and do a little doodle of how i see scathach since it’s different from the show in a couple respects

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Idle fingers smoothed over the hardened scar that laid over his heart. The same one that served as a stark reminder of the last he’d seen of his son. Golden eyes tarnished with unspeakable pain, features twisted in anguish as the wooden stake speared through his chest..
Oh, what he would give to see Alucard again - without the inhibition of grief or rage within either party.
He wouldn’t, though.
He couldn’t.
So he sat at ‘home’ with a book on his lap and a hearth to his side; charcoal bits hardly more than a smoldered mess at this point. Nostalgia broke when another presence tugged at his senses. A heavy sigh left him before words followed suit. “I don’t remember inviting you in.” Tone dull and flat, Dracula didn’t bother to hide his contempt as he leered at the other.
『open starter ⇋ mutuals & non-mutuals 』
No... Not invited, like a rat, sniffing out something desirable inside and creeping in where she wasn’t wanted. She wasn’t sorry, but breathed, “Forgive me,” as she crept closer to the silhouette in the chair, a dark, unreadable shape framed by the glow of dying embers.
“I bring thee... A gift.” Something ancient for the ancient one. It was rare that Scathach wanted to impress, that she fretted over an offering for anyone but her gods, but the creature before her, a being out of time, was worthy of something great... She wanted to honor him. She offered it: a prize of her collection, an ancient, fraying codex, its pages so thin they curled at the barest hint of damp, so fine they were each like a layer of human skin, and on their delicate surfaces, inscribed in the esoteric alphabet of Halicarnassus in fading ink, the Pnakotic Fragments. She grinned.
“Ancient one... Does it please thee?” She stared, bold, unafraid, eager. “Something great... For a great lord.”
scathach can actually read fortunes via two methods:
her own form of cold reading, which is a combination of basic psychology and her constant low-level ESP, which generally doesn’t enter anyone’s mind but does let her perceive stuff about them, physically, that might normally be hidden. she can/will also use her tarot cards or other props for this form of fortune-telling, same as any phony psychic, without actually investing any magical energy into it.
actual use of magic which is way more rare. she’s more likely to use Actual Power when she’s personally invested in the outcome, and she’s less likely to search the future on behalf of another person, than out of her own desire to perceive the possibilities for them so she knows how to manipulate them lel
The Dwellings by Ellie Davies
since it’s come up scathach’s tarot deck is physically smaller than the avg tarot deck you buy at the metaphysical shop; it’s about the size of a deck of playing cards. it was printed with woodcuts probably in the 17th or early 18th century and all the usual suspects are there in terms of major and minor arcana, the difference being the uniqueness of the illustrations, which are all weirdly, subtly disturbing in ways that are hard to pinpoint, made worse by the age of the cards and the fading of the ink.
some details which i may add to later:
the moon card depicts the moon presence.
the hanged man depicts nyarlathotep.
butscrewmefirst.
she has been on set for a few weeks now , has been learning the ins and outs of her character and the real person she is meant to be playing . it’s taken its toll on stefani , however , and with each passing day she feels more and more tired — drained . she’s good at masking it , though . regardless , having been in the area for a while now , she’s surprised to see the store … it hadn’t been here before , right ? it appears to be quite established , though , she’ll notice after entering the building .
for a second stefani is unsure if anyone is actually here , but the further back she walks she’ll come into direct contact with a dark haired woman — the owner ? the individual definitely fits in a place like this ; it’s almost scary . “ thank you , ” she’ll attempt a kind smile , though she knows she wears her fear and uneasiness on her sleeve for the other to see . clearing her throat , stefani slowly turns her head and walks down another aisle , and then another , browsing just as the woman had told her to .
no matter how long she looks , though , stefani can’t help but to realize that none of these items necessarily suit her . she’d come in out of curiosity as to what this shop had to offer , but her curiosity now lies in the fortune the owner had offered to read . without a second thought — were she to think any harder she’d end up leaving — the actress will make her way towards the back , walking through the beaded curtain with her head held high and her hands as lax at her side as possible . she looks calm now , right ? definitely not .
Scathach looks up from her seat at the low table, and grins. “Come,” she says, “sit with me.” A stick of incense smolders in the far corner; here, the room is warm, the air dense, and the shadows lean closer, intimately dark.
As Stefani sits, Scathach stares. The fear is a miasma around her, clouding her lovely, hooded eyes, her long face, the fragile pout of her mouth, but fear and curiosity walk together, two sides of desire. What a creature. How different they are from each other, a little star facing a black hole, the mouth of the void yawning open in front of her to swallow her light, and she does not see. Maybe she feels the tug of gravity. Maybe she senses that she is about to fall.
“Shuffle the cards.” Scathach’s deck is old, the size of an ordinary pack of playing cards. “Then... Choose for me. Ah...” Twin discs, painted in fading ink, pass between a juggler’s hands on the card’s face, upside-down. “The two of coins. You have... Tasks. You have... Responsibilities. And... Demands. Little hands... Tugging... Each trying... To take their piece. Until you have nothing left for yourself.” She watches her face.
“Now... What is your name?” Of course, she knows.

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CHARACTER TRUTHS.
bold – always ⁄ often italic – sometimes
001. smoking: the action or habit of inhaling & exhaling the smoke of tobacco or a drug.
002. binge drinking: the consumption of an excessive amount of alcohol in a short period of time.
003. drug abuse: the habitual taking of illegal drugs.
004. nail-biting: a common body language sign of anxiety / tension.
005. lip-biting: a common body language sign of anxiety / tension.
006. night owl: a person who is habitually active or wakeful at night.
007. early bird: a person who rises , arrives , or acts before the usual or expected time.
008. negative attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with criticism & pessimism.
009. positive attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with optimism & confidence.
010. swearing: the use of offensive language.
011. superstitious: an irrational belief that an object , action , or circumstance not logically related to a course of events influences its outcome.
012. inspecting fingernails: a common body language sign of boredom.
013. scratching your neck: a common body language sign of uncertainty.
014. foot & finger tapping: a common body language sign of stress / impatience.
015. nose touch: a subtle body language sign of deceit.
016. flipping hair: a common body language sign of craving attention.
017. twirling hair: a common body language sign of flirtation.
018. cracking knuckles: a common body language sign of readiness.
019. hands behind back: a common body language sign of confidence.
020. finger – pointing: a common body language sign of authority.
021. hands on hips: a common body language sign of readiness.
022. hands in pockets: a common body language sign of mistrust / reluctance.
023. frequent touch: a common body language sign of warmth / familiarity.
024. throat – clearing: a common body language sign of rejection / doubt.
025. jaw – clenching: a common body language sign of hostility.
026. eye – rolling: a common body language sign of irritation.
027. head – tilt: a common body language sign of interest.
028. whistling: to emit high – pitched sound by forcing breakthrough a small hole between one’s lips or teeth; usually to a tune.
029. humming: make a low, steady continuous sound like that of a bee; usually to a tune.
030. perfectionism: refusal to accept any standard short of perfection.
031. photographic memory: the ability to remember information or visual images in great detail.
032. paranoia: a mental condition characterized by delusions of persecution, unwarranted jealousy, or exaggerated self – importance, typically worked into an organized system.
033. exaggeration: a statement that represents something as better or worse than it really is.
034. intuitive: using or based on what one feels to be true even without conscious reasoning; instinctive.
035. quick – witted: showing or characterized by an ability to think or respond quickly & effectively.
036. interrupting: breaking the continuity of a conversation with one’s own statements.
037. doodling: to scribble or make rough drawings, absentmindedly.
038. irritable: having or showing a tendency to be easily annoyed.
039. gambling: to play games of chance for money; bet.
040. travel – sick: suffering from nausea caused by the motion of a moving vehicle , boat , or aircraft.
041. sensitive: having or displaying a quick & delicate appreciation of others’ feelings.
042. melancholy: a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause.
043. chewing gum: the exercise of chewing flavored gum which is not intended for swallowing.
044. fidgeting: to make small movements, especially of the hands & feet, through nervousness or impatience.
045. skeptical: not easily convinced; having doubts or reservations.
046. neat–freak: compulsively obsessed with cleanliness.
047. gossiping: divulging personal information about others.
048. prim: feeling or showing disapproval of anything regarded as improper; stiffly correct.
049. abbreviating: giving others nicknames / shortening names / giving pet names.
050. having a catchphrase: having a sentence or phrase typically associated with a specific person.
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