Hello everyone! Me and the wonderful @meskri who I had the great luck of meeting today are starting up a new project!! I’m honestly very excited about it!
The home of this project is going to be @scavengedspells, a brand new tumblr and entirely new account that @meskri and I will be running! I don’t want to release too many details yet, but here’s what I can tell you…
If you like any of the following, this project will definitely be of interest to you!
Cool Trinkets and Oddities
Even if any of that’s not your bag, I’d definitely appreciate a signal boost! This is going to entail a lot of hard work, but it will be very cool, I promise you!
If you’re interested in learning more or seeing things unfold as stuff gets set up (or maybe you’re just here for the aesthetic, that’s cool too), please give us a follow over at @scavengedspells! We’d love to have you!
I need to follow more people who are a part of the vulture culture as well as occult blogs. Like or reblog if you post:
It’s been a beautiful day around here so I hiked down to my creek this afternoon. After picking up a bunch of fossils and enough beaver-chewed sticks to build my own dam I spotted this possum skull sticking up out of a gravel bar. When I first saw it I figured it would just be part of the skull since opossum skulls are so fragile and usually fall to pieces but that wasn’t the case with this little beauty! I pulled it out and not only was the skull intact but the lower jaws and most of the teeth were still with it!
I decided since it was so intact that there might still be some more bones below it so I started digging and sure enough, pulled up almost the entire skeleton out of the sand and gravel!
Super cool find! I guess my new skull bag is lucky for finding bones, haha.
Rya’s long, slender fingers ran over the spine of the heavy tome that sat in her lap. The leather felt worn, cracked in a few places with age, but the bookbinder had known his craft. She didn’t open it, her eyes were closed and her face turned up toward the sun.
She’d bound her long, dark red hair up in a messy knot before tending to her garden. There was a breeze today that swept through the ruins - just enough to be bothersome while pruning. She could feel her tresses warming under the sun’s touch now, and she could hear her grandfather’s voice in the back of her head.
Cover yourself up! The sun is going to burn you to a crisp!
But she lingered. There was something about the quarters in the old marble ruins that left her feeling a little unsettled, like she was a scavenger living in the bones of a greater beast that had long passed.
It was far more peaceful out here, where she could wriggle her feet out of their fragile slippers and dig them into the soft grass. She could bask in the afternoon sunlight for a few spare moments of peace before-
As if summoned by her thoughts, Rya heard the softest of footsteps behind her. Had she not been concentrating on her own tranquility, in tune with the sounds of the courtyard- she might not have noticed them. She was getting better at sensing him over her shoulder.
She sighed heavily, pulling herself up from the spot where she had plopped herself in the grass. The book came along of course. She hardly went anywhere without it. It was all she had left of home, and she would find a way to decipher it’s secrets eventually. She just… she needed more time.