A intent flicker of candle makes itself known outside the makeshift circle
you find yourself sitting in. The room
is mostly darkness aside from the small, solitary light that sits
quietly opposite your cross-legged seat.
Around the white chalk circle that you’ve drawn around yourself, there lie
scattered a variety of other paraphernalia – salts, pendants and symbols that
only precious few would realize as truly occult materials. You’ve positioned
them elaborately as part of the ritual, knowing that one misplaced object and
you would never have the chance to have the encounter you so desperately
A quick glance to the left reveals the time- it’s three minutes closer to
midnight. Normally you would have checked the glowing screen of your phone, but
there can’t be other light aside from the single candle in the room.
You know that they’re already waiting.
The knife clutched in your spare hand slides over the surface of your palm. You
hold it firmly, trying to ignore the sharp throb of pain as red droplets begin
to swell past the broken skin. You raise your wounded hand over your head,
allowing a few scarlet droplets to fall onto the ground as your slowly start to
murmur an ancient incantation under your breath.
It won’t be long now.
A swirling, smoky vortex opens in
the ceiling as the room starts shaking with an unknown energy. The numerous
objects are rattled about on the floor and the candle shivers in the invisible
breeze, threatening to extinguish. The slight twinge of fear you feel is almost
enough to make you leave your circle.
But restraint pulls you back. You know you can’t ever leave the circle- not
until the ritual has finished.
You know that there are others out there- others who are far more malevolent
than the one that you intend to bring into this world. And that stepping out of
the circle will ensure that you probably won’t leave this room alive either.
Just keep calm until dawn, you remind
yourself. After all, it’s not just you that you’re doing this for.
The violent rumbles cease, the room suddenly plunged into darkness. Your
ribcage hitches with fear as you look around into the darkness, but the candle
suddenly reanimates to illuminate a figure that has materialized outside the
circle, with a pair of eyes that glow with a bright, otherworldly energy,
directly fixed on you.
The form that sits in front of you is humanoid, yes. But you know deep within
that this appearance is only for you, that their true form would be too much
for your mind to take, despite your decidedly different tastes. It is a form
that could be called ‘hideous’ by other humans, if they didn’t scream first. A
human face sits like a mask over a pair of slobbering, sharp-toothed jaws that
stand over a mass of pulsating tentacles.
Amidst the terror and the trepidation that roots you to the spot, you feel an
overwhelming love for the barely human presence that faces you. You extend your hands, making sure not to
leave your circle as you slowly embrace them.
They purr into your neck as they
practically encase you within a living cocoon of their tentacles. A massive
pulsating tongue leaves their now extended jaws and eagerly licks the side of
your face, smooth and intimate. They murmur low throaty growls, or perhaps
words of an ancient language now lost upon human ears. Although you can never
truly understand what they are saying, you understand the intimacy of their
After all, they’ve been waiting for you.
You take in the sight of them, their fleshly, tentacled, vaguely humanoid
outline that so eagerly embraces you and their sweet scent, something that
seems to belong to something so much purer than a creature whose whole form is
the living embodiment of decadence and decay.
The mockery of the human form which they take only reminds you of the drastic
differences between you. They’re different from you, so different that it
should be impossible for you both to look each other in the eyes, let alone
love like this. Your lover exists beyond the realms of mortal comprehension,
beyond the limits of imagination. They come from a place which few know about,
and even fewer believe in. A place beyond all time and space.
That mask-like face gleams out at you with a twisted grin. It’s enough to fuel
the nightmares of anyone else who would have laid eyes on it, but when you look
at those otherworldly eyes, all you see is love. An ancient, unyielding love,
reserved entirely for you.
As hideous as they are, you can’t help but love them.
You feel their many limbs sucker onto your skin., rubbing up and down your body
as they pull you closer. Shuddering, you can only find yourself falling further
Even though it was you who brought them here, it’s they who have you now- mind,
body and soul.
And you couldn’t be happier.
A tentacle caresses the side of
your face, dusky surface shimmering in the wavering candlelight like the most
unknowable depths of the universe. Before, you never thought that something so
simple could make you feel so complete.
You wish that you could somehow leave the chalk circle you’re confined in, to
hold them in your arms the way they hold you, the way you’ve always wanted to.
It pains you from the bottom of your heart that you can’t.
It was a rift in space time that brought you both together, but two worlds that
forever separate you. You know that you can’t belong in theirs, and neither can
they belong in yours. The sights of their world would blind your eyes, the
sounds would destroy your ears, the alien sensations would all but shred your
skin from your body.
You know that this is the only way that you can truly be together.
And somehow, it pains you more than comforts you.
But you find yourself determined to make the most of what little time you have
left with them. With how much they mean to you, you want to treat them like the
untouchable treasure that they are.
After your long, passionate
embrace together, your eyelids shudder into the temptation of sleep, you find
yourself being lightly nudged awake by a tentacle. There’s a low, concerned
growl as the many eyes on your lover’s lower body turn in the direction of the
Still drowsy, you initially struggle to understand their meaning. Then your
pain returns tenfold.
It’s almost warning, they tell you through their touches, warning you that they
must return to their own dimension before dawn. The ritual only offers so
little time together.
With a pained sigh, you press your head to the bony, unnatural surface of their
false one, feeling a guttural, sad moan reverberate up from their massive
anglerfish-like jaws beneath. You don’t want to leave them.
But you know you have to.
Stifling back the tears that threaten to break your vision, you allow them to
hold you for one last time, their high, unnatural whine breaking the unnatural
silence of the room.
“I love you,” you tell them.
They growl again, still as deep and intimidating as before, but you hear the
affection they hold for you in it. Your head falls into their lap, cradled by a
writhing mass of eldritch tentacles, more content than you’ve ever been before
in your life. Their mask of a face stares down at you as you look at up at it,
forever watching over you.
Streams of dawn break through your
shuttered eyelids and you awaken to find yourself alone in the centre of the
room. It’s the early morning and sunlight now streams through the windows in
place of the tepid darkness you had lost yourself in last night- lost yourself
By this time, they’re long since gone. The room holds no trace of either them
or your nightly encounter, pardon a sweetish smell, like wilted spring flowers.
It was as if they were nothing but a bittersweet nightmare.
You pick up the long extinguished candle with a sad smile.
It’s better this way, you try to tell yourself.
Turning back to the morning sun, you try to forget the past night and all that
happened, try to forget the ritual as just a dream. Even as you face the new
day, you already notice that the sides of your face are already wet with tears of past
can we appreciate this version of namjoon’s “let me know” and HIS SINGING VOICE AND HIS GESTURES. AND AT THE VERY END WHEN THE BASS STARTED NAMJOON WAS LIVING THE SONG AND THE MOMENT AND IT WAS BEAUTIFUL
he’s so passionate about his music and he sure needs much more appreciation.
i often think about how lucky we are to have namjoon as our leader. i don’t think i have ever found someone as humble, supportive and kind as him; he makes me want to be a better person and makes me want to fight for what’s right in this wrong world we live in. there’s always something to learn from him and he always gives us so much, even when we can’t give him enough in return. he deserves so much more than he has right now, and i hope with all my heart that one day he will be appreciated the way he should be.
we could all learn something from this boy. the one who cut his hair even though he would regret it, just so he could overcome his insecurities; we could all take this lesson from him and mold it into our lives. he’s often overlooked – way too often – but i always catch myself thinking about how i wish i could be more like him someday. seokjin motivates me to accept myself, to love who i am and to love everyone around me, too.
proud. that’s the word to describe perfectly what i feel when i look at yoongi. whenever things are particularly harsh, he comes to my mind, fighting for his dreams and what he believes in and it drives me further. yoongi has helped me get up from the ground when i was so lost i could barely remember my name. i look at him now and a wave of joy washes over me to know that after everything he’s been through, he is finally achieving his goals. yoongi is an inspiration to me and i hope to be like him someday.
god, this boy deserves the entire world and so much more. lucky are those that can trust and count on him, because jung hoseok is rare in the world we live in. the amount of support he shows everyone leaves me speechless and his selflessness is definitely something we could all learn from. as a born pessimist, there’s a lot i admire in hoseok and a lot i try to bring to my life; i used to question how people could be so bright but now that i’ve seen him, i strive to be more like that.
i don’t have an older brother but if i did, i would want him to be like taehyung. this boy has a golden mentality and his way of always seeing things through a different perspective amazes me. i am so soft for everything he does, from the way he thinks to the way he acts and his personality is simply mesmerizing to me. taehyung is unique and so precious; we should pay more attention to him and protect him from all harm.
i connect with this boy on way too many levels. since we have a very similar personality, i am always able to see in him things that i could improve. jungkook has shown me how to deal with being shy and that it’s okay if communication isn’t exactly my forte. he is so hardworking even though he is so young and that type of thing is what makes me admire him more and more each passing day. his dedication to learn and excel in everything he does is truly inspiring but i wish someone would tell him it’s okay to take some time every once in a while.
i said it before and i will say it again: i could learn every language in the world and i would still not be able to explain how important he is in my life. still, if i were to try, i would say jimin makes me feel safe. there’s a feeling of coming home attached to this boy that i cherish and keep close to my heart even if i can’t understand it. when i think of jimin, i think of feeling warm, loved and protected from the storm breaking inside my brain. he is the only one that can truly pull me out of my dark days even all the way across the world. jimin really is my everything and there isn’t a day when i don’t thank god for being able to live in the same time as him.
this was long and pointless and not enough but basically all i’m trying to say is:
i love my boys with everything i have and i want to protect them all.
Let the wind eavesdrop, I don’t care For all that we’ve got, don’t let it go Just hold me
-”Eavesdrop” The Civil Wars”
I’ve had this song stuck in my head for a few days and thought it was very fitting for Solavellan. Also I needed a break drawing from the detailed flower girl piece I’m working on. Maybe two hours? Nothing too big. I’m not comfortable with romantic drawings so I’m practicing.
I really should do a full nice finished piece of Solavellan instead of these quick drawings but I’m so swamped. One day…
ooc;; Okay, so. Important announcement friendos!@pearlsparable and I have been talking, as we do constantly, and we’ve got a…Proposal for you.
I’m 18 followers from my next big milestone, and she’s just hit hers, I think. Because we’ve been absolutely humbled and and suprised by the response our particular interpretation of our trash sons have garnered, we want to do something fun for our show of follower appreciation.
001 We’re thinking about doing a liveblog of the movies for you guys. Like, you’ve never seen our liveblogs, they are a treat and a gem, and we have a lot of fun with them. It helps we’re both due for rewatches, really. But in this case, we’re thinking about setting up a discord server for it, because we’re going to be doing it audibly to save our hands. And also so you can make fun of my southern American accent. This is just the silly, fun part of it, because we have a lot of fun doing these. This will most likely cover the original trilogy.
002 I’ll be doing a promo banner giveaway for both sets of our followers. Two grand prize winners from each set, plus two runners up from each set, to make a good solid total of eight people who get to make me slam photoshop against the wall. That’s the more tangible part of it.
Anyway, it’s what we’ve been talking about doing, since we’re otherwise kind of. Really bad at peopling but we want you know how much we appreciate everything. How’s that suit?