What the Signs are Made of

original post here + / artist clementine-petrova

 Aries - Dragon fire, the devils laugh, silver. (music - outfit)

Taurus - Werewolf bite, goddess essence, rain. (music - outfit)

Gemini - Snow, an angel’s lullaby. demons trickery. (music - outfit)

Cancer - Cupid’s tears, witch veins, clouds. (music - outfit

Leo - Wizards magic, divination, and rose quartz. (music - outfit)

Virgo - Flower petals, dark magic, and fairy dust. (music - outfit)

Libra - The rings around Saturn, Athena’s knowledge, and diamonds. (music - outfit)

Scorpio - dragon bones, vampires bite, and music. (music - outfit)

Sagittarius - A sailor’s compass, the stars, and a black hole in the galaxy. (music - outfit)

Capricorn - fairy laughter, gold, and angel hair. (music - outfit)

Aquarius - Siren tears, black panthers, and pearls, (music - outfit)

Pisces - Mermaid scales, lucid dreams, and the high priestesses heart. (music - outfit)

Tell ‘em: I hope your hands are always soft. Tell
‘em: Your axe will split in a cold winter.
Tell ‘em: Everyone you love will leave
for California and you will not learn the land,
so no rain will come, so no wheat will come, and well,
there goes your house. That’s jus how it is.
Tell 'em: No one will raise up your barn.
Tell 'em: we’ll all whisper in church.
Don’t tell 'em: Yo mama’s so fat. Instead, tell 'em:
Your mama never learned to keep bacon grease
on the stove, got no biscuit recipe, ain’t never
fed six children on four dollars, her knuckles
never bled from scrubbing,
you sunovabitch. Tell 'em: Banker. Tell 'em:
Okie. Tell 'em: Your husband will smoke
cigars that smell like tractor smoke. Your lover
will kiss like a happy dog. Tell 'em:
Your grandparents will die, and their sisters
will die, and their mothers will die. And you
will be searching for family in wrinkled photographs
fulla stern mouths. Wire hanger bodies loose
inside clothes stiff with dirt, strong enough
to withstand wind.
—  All The Old School Oklahoma Curses, Clementine von Radics (After Michael Mlekoday)

Had professional photos (Davina Zagury) of the girls done and it was nearly impossible to choose a shot because someone always looked a mess. Clementine took the fall this round. She looks strangely anemic. A friend from work said she looks fabulously like a model from #drunkjcrew.


these pictures of meow feets are dedicated to every wonderful person whos ever sent me a nice message bc i never know how to answer them so here are clementines fuzzy footy beans in return

question-the-strings asked:

Lily laughed, spinning around in a circle by herself in the 4th Party Room. She bumped into a table and shrieked, falling to the floor, tears beginning to well in her eyes.

Clementine, who was serving an extremely bratty child, quickly placed the pizza on the table and rushed over to the girl. She knelt down. “Don’t cry, sweet'eart,” she lilted in her British accent.

Liked the thing - Stonemountain-screwup

Normal morning at the inn, the clouds were shining, walkers singing their tainted melody and the soft bustle of the group filled the otherwise dead air. One in particular was in search of Ben, lucky for him she was a fan. “Ben, I want to show you what I drew.” Clementine smiled innocently as she looked up to him, she was the biggest reason he was kept around.

Ben was a good kid but hadn’t proved anything yet, except that he was a hit with the children. Clementine’s childish affection towards him was enough to keep Lee defending him. And when Lee spoke, it had some affect.

Here is what I know: You drink your coffee black and we are afraid of each other. Once you kissed my neck in front of your friends and it made me very shy. Once you kissed my stomach and I started crying. I see the tender way you touch things and want to kiss your nose but I keep my mouth to myself. Your collarbones are craters big enough to fit my fist into. You are the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in months. I was not good to the last person I loved so I punished my heart (I let it break and bleed out then roughly sewed it back together.) It is hard to write poems when I only know how to fuck you. I am always trying. I am thinking of Somedays. I am saying goodbye. You asked why I never write anything honest so I am writing you this.“ - Clementine Von Radics, As Often As Miracles

“No, I’m not ok. But I haven’t been ok since I was 11, maybe 12. I am still here though. 
I’m still breathing. For me, sometimes, that will have to be enough.” -Clementine von Radics…my anxiety has been on all time high with many changes and shifts , stability is key specially when you are #migrant , #queer and always searching for home… #femmesofcolor #artist #qtpoc #qwoc

kroxn asked:

"Uh, Nick? Maybe you should go lay down." Clementine suggested, something seemed off about him this morning. Maybe it was because they just got out of Howe's, or was it something worse?

Nick slowly nod as he sat down. He hold onto his shoulder. “Nng…haa!” It still very much hurt. “I’ll be fine…’s just a bullet to the shoulder….I’ve been though worse.”

Well, my three are involved in the Freddy Fazbear’s [Five nights at Freddie’s] pizzeria chain. The first is Sylvester Morris. He’s a little full of himself, but has great style and great hair. [He’s my icon] He’s a nightguard. My second is Clementine Thwaites. She’s in her last year of Highschool. She’s…not the brightest spoon in the drawer, but she’s extremely optimistic. She’s a waitress on work experience. My last is Carmel Akihiko. She has terrible OCD and social anxiety, for fear of the germs that other people may carry. When she warms up to another, she becomes less fearful. She died in the pizzeria, and her spirit haunts the carousel in the Kid’s Cove, trapped there for all eternity…..unless, y'know, I do an alternate universe RP, which I think this would end up being!

Sorry if it took me a while!