beads and petals

An Apology and Brushes

I’m sorry for my absence these last few months. I’ve had some stuff going on, but I am feeling better now. And I come bearing apology gifts for Ani and EFA’s followers. 

Super Versatile Brush:

(know that settings change as I need them to. This is basically the default for my brushes tho. This means all brushes.)

If you’ve ever used tegaki (e) this is a brush I made that is similar to how it works on there. Truthfully, the opacity should be manually changed to be like tegaki e, but this is my default brush. Great for blending with color picker. (basically a plain pencil brush with settings changes.)

Now for my absolute fave. The chunky chalk brush by Mark Winters.

Bonus stuff:

Snow/speckles (works great with the new scatter feature.)


petals (set to scatter)


The Angel

Drusilla was eaten up with holiness. She was high on holiness, and wished to be burned up with it. She aspired to a martyrdom of sainthood, body pierced and torn, blissful and sacrificial. She felt, low in her abdomen and hot in the beating of her heart, an erotic love for the Son of God, for the voices of angels and the unknowable force of Spirit; moving, moving, moving.

As a vast monster in the dark, oceanic depths; Spirit moved.

She was eaten up with the dark green gloss and blood red of holly, a pagan tribute that decorated the dark wood of the chapel and sang to her those things she couldn’t speak. Visions. Gods, not unlike Jesus, who walked wild lands with horns upon their heads and hot need riding shameless cocks.

She was dizzy with the scent of lilies, like dewy-fresh girls, like untried sex and the waxy skin of the funeral dead. The lilies whispered, Mary; but they also whispered the names of older goddesses, women as wild as the wild gods, whose paths were bloody with both love and war.

She closed her eyes, awash in visions and taken, seduced by holiness. She swooned to the honey scent of beeswax candles, and – wishing to be good, to be scented with rosary beads of crushed rose petals; to be scented with the dove-feather scent of bibles and confessionals – she covered the wild-animal and tempestuous note of her hair with a bridal veil of white.

She would be washed in the Blood of the Lamb, and the visions would transform, showing her only a golden light of Heaven. The witches, the fae; the bare-legged and loose-haired women would trouble her no more.

Drusilla opened her eyes and beheld an Angel.

to you, i thee wed (chapter four)

They didn’t know they were marrying each other until the bride got to the altar. And then panic ensued. Married at First Sight AU.


Parts: 1 2 3 4

WC: 4.8K

thank you again to @booksfullofme and @sarahcada for the most amazing edits!

“Oh, Marinette,” her mother breathes, her chin quivering, eyes glossy with unshed tears. “You look beautiful.”

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Lets talk about paint samples!!!!

I love paint sample spells, they can be used for storing and projecting energy, this one, for example, is just to store some positive energy around my room.

They can be used to store all kinds of different energy, you can make them for friends, and they are inconspicuous enough that they can be displayed and no one will think they look witchey!

You can get these paper color samples free at any home improvment store (lowes, home depot, even wallmart!)

Pick a color that you think fits whatever type of energy you want to work with (i picked pink for happiness)
Add glitter! Stickers! Sigils, whatever you think would work!
You can add words that fit your purpose too if you want!

Other things you can add:
Small feathers
Little buttons
Flower petals
Lightweight shells or stones (if you can get them to stay with hot glue)
River glass

Then hang it up in a place where you/the intendant would see it!

Good luck- tristin

Roses bloomed
On sun yellow cloth
From thread and blood

As her mother
Stitched and beaded on
Little pink petals
Of heather

At last she signed
Her love along
The hem with
Snow white lace

A befitting trousseau
And farewell gift
For her daughter
Of beauty and grace

—  “Trousseau” by Red Beanie

crowned in flowers, roses white
and sunset-red circle the shimmer
of dark hair, of peacock-green eyes.
water beads on rose petals,
moves over sweetly scented skin.

iridescence rests in Her voice,
Her hair like the sweeping curves
of a peacock feather. power rests
in Her crown, flowers reaching
out to Her cloud-home. the rain
is kisses, is Her king, is Her kingdom.

Olympus is blessed. Hera Antheia
carries beauty and power in her train,
and roses rejoice to adorn Her,
royalty resplendent in the rain.

—  Hera Antheia probably likes the rain // Reilly falanx