tea horse

i’m in my prime,
not withering and old.
but i refuse to play
your wicked games any longer.

i know this tether is unbreakable,
but you make me feel like i’m interchangeable.
you drew a target on my heart,
when did this become fatal attraction?

i don’t have the strength,
the energy,
nor the patience
to be held hostage by your love.

so baby please don’t despair
when i say that
i’ve found the courage to
let you go.

you were never meant to be tied down in the first place.

—  believing i could love you was my mistake, c.j.n.
Hell Horses

@bendmeoverbruja @cobaltsdream

In exchange for a basket full of radishes, I ask Tea if she can get me in contact with a hell horse. After a 10 minute “assessment” of the radishes’ quality (aka her eating them all) she brings me down to hell where we stand on a low mountain that overlooks a vast valley of red, scorched earth. Within seconds, a herd of horses comes thundering through the land. They move in a structured formation with one horse at the head and others flanking outwards, kind of like how birds fly in flocks. I ask Tea if she thinks that one would be willing to talk to us. “Probably not,” she replies, “Maybe the head but he’ll most likely just tell us to fuck off.” I tell her that it wouldn’t hurt to try and fly down towards the herd with Tea on my back. We land near the horses who stop and glare at us as we approach. Up close I see that they wear steel armor over their dark red bodies. On their heads appear to be what looks like a unicorn horn but is actually a blade of some kind. Their formation disperses as the horses break off to talk with one another while the leader approaches us. He chuffs and then stomps his feet.

I tell him that I’m here to talk. He takes offense to this and in a deep, powerful voice he says “Talk? Why would we talk with the likes of you? We are the army’s legion, we don’t have time for idle nonsense!” Calmly, I ask him which army he is a part of. He rears up in anger, “What do you mean “which army”? Can you not see the seal on our sides??” He turns his body to show his side wear a blue symbol is painted onto the armor. It sort of reminds me of the Republic’s symbol from star wars but I can tell that there’s more details to it. I refrain from making a star wars joke and instead tell him that I’m not familiar with the symbol. “Not familiar?” he growls, “NOT FAMILIAR? Who are you? Living under a rock all this time?” I tell him that I’m not native to hell. “Obviously” he remarks.  

Tea leans in and whispers in my ear, “That’s the seal of a powerful count. Not the most well known but he’ll fuck your shit up anyways. Best not to piss them off.” I ask her where we can find a hell horse that’s not affiliated with an army or a noble. However, the lead horse heard me and answered, “Good luck finding one. You’d get torn to shreds if you so much as step foot in the places that they live.” I implore him to tell me where they live. “Figure it out,” he snaps. He turns to the troops and says something to them in another language. They get back in their formation and march off. The leader makes a point of almost running into me before leaving.   

Once they are gone, I ask Tea if she has any idea of where he was referring to. “To be honest, I haven’t seen many “wild” horses before,” she begins, “There is one place that we can check.” I follow her as we walk through the fiery landscape. It is like a desert with red sand and gravel and the occasional flames. We come upon a path of yellowish dirt and Tea says that it will lead us to where we need to go. As we’re walking, a man driving a black stagecoach pulls up beside us. The “horses” that are pulling it are just dark, smokey energy with no clear form. The driver jumps out and lands in front of us, taking care to adjust his top hat and brush off his fancy tail coat. He is short and his pale face is obscured by my unclear vision.

He bows, “I’ll take you two where you need to go for a couple of coins!” I was getting tired of walking for hours in astral time and wasn’t looking forward to more of it. However, I decide that it’d be best to defer to Tea on this decision. Although, before I could even tell her that she says, “No thank you, we’re good.” The man shrugs, “Suit yourself.” He hops back onto the seat and drives the carriage away. “If anyone gets in, he’ll drive them off a cliff and reap their souls. That’s why we’re not getting on,” Tea explains once he’s a good enough distance away. I comment on how I’m lucky to have her to help me traverse this place. She gleefully agrees and mentions that she can let me ride on the back of her beast form if I want to go faster. “Why weren’t we doing that in the first place?” I joke and she tells me that she wanted me to get exercise and see the sights. There weren’t many sights to see but alas we eventually reach where we were going much faster than before. The horse herd that we stumble across are dark red like the others but these ones don’t wear armor and instead have tattoos that decorate their bodies. They attack as soon as we get close so I am unable to talk with them.   

tag game thing

I was tagged by @spookyjazzhands, who is extremely awesome

Name: Charlie

Nicknames: Char, Charlatte, Dad

Zodiac: Virgo

Height: 5'7

Orientation: heteroflexible

Nationality: american

Fave Fruit: banana

Favorite season: fall

Favorite Book: i’m feeling nostalgic right now, let’s go with the percy jackson series.

Favorite Flower: wisteria  

Favorite scent: five different burning candles at once

Favorite color: blue, grey, purple

Favorite Animal: cats, dogs, horses

Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: cold coffee and hot tea <3

Average hours of sleep: it has to be 8 or i’ll be a very mean person.

Cat or dog: cats

Favorite fictional character: Alec Lightwood - Shadowhunters

#of blankets u sleep with: 2


Blog Created: i don’t even know. but i became active as per november 2016.

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The thing I hate about normal humans realizing magic exists and going to magic school stories like Harry potter and the magicians is that they act like learning magic and classes and magic text books and shit are such chores like if I learned magic existed and I got to go to a magic school Id be so hyped to learn everything but they act like the whole things a really boring biology class or aomething!

Like pay attention lads how do you think learning to turn tea cups into mini horses is boring????