cicadinae:

I am having a weird desire to take up a hobby which has made me cringe and flail and run away every time I’ve thought about it.

Scrapbooking.

Not for pictures.  I’m thinking of making a scrapbook with deity devotions in it.  Each page of course would be it’s own artistic devotion.  And if I can find the right book, it’d be really easy to organize and reorganize as I go.

But.  Scrapbooking.

BUT, SCRAPBOOKING!

That stuff has come a LONG way. It’s not even about BOOKS anymore. Scrapbooking now entails nichos and mini shrines and AWESOME STUFF. I mean, like… printers tray book thingies, corked vials, and … yeah… it’s not like it used to be.

lacartetreizieme:

scionofmalphas:

WHERE CAN I BUY THiS

HOLY BALLS

[Hoofed boots by Oonacat - available in unicorn style too *ahemDUSKENPATHahem*]

SOOOOOOOOOO Awesome. Very easy to make, VERY hard to wear.

My test pair ended up with a lot of riveted steel pieces to help support the arch so I did not fall down go boom.

jayleroy:

At the table of the Dream King

Micron Pens in Moleskine journal

graveyarddirt:

Her Fertile Queendom, by Ms. Graveyard Dirt

Drawing body fluids out of blood-stained menstrual cloths and post-sex jizz rags into several liters of local water for use in upcoming fertility rites.

Mandrakes love this particular vintage.

graveyarddirt:

Spring’s Seasonal Schedule, by Ms. Graveyard Dirt (I, II, III & IV)

Just as winter’s workload begins to wane spring arrives with its own seasonal schedule, and it brings with it a list of non-negotiable chores that need to be incorporated into (almost) daily life. Fruiting bushes and trees require pruning, seeds must be sown, germinated and potted on, debris needs to be cleared to make room for new growth, container plants - especially the fruiting kind - demand several rounds of fertilization for maximum happiness, annual agrarian rites must be performed and frequent water checks are necessary to ensure that both my plants and macerating bones display the right levels of water.

During my first major maceration assessment a few days ago I noticed that several of my rescued roadkill deer were finally ready for the degreasing stage of bone cleaning. Coincidentally, all three roe deer were found on the same day (Easter Monday, 2012) along the same birch-lined stretch of road in various stages of decomposition. We also found the sodden remains of a protected raptor species, which we moved further into the wooded hedge before covering it with a protective layer of branches so authorities - who were immediately contacted once we got home - could easily find the tagged bird.

These images of #13, #14 and #15 were taken prior to their first good scrub and eventual dunk into individual degreasing baths.

#13 is the first of my Easter Monday deer, and it was her ragdoll body that initially drew my attention to what turned out to be a bone-strewn graveyard. She was complete, although badly damaged. The severity of her injuries made decapitation the only option. (X)

#14 is something of a mystery since I don’t remember discovering her. Any recollection I had was probably written over by the excitement of finding #15 (I don’t often find bucks with undamaged antlers). Her juvenile skull is fragmented and a testament to the force behind the fatal impact. (X)

#15 is a roadkill rarity - a buck with undamaged antlers. He was practically tissue-free when I found him, his two-toned skull naturally stained by the environment he decomposed in. During yesterday’s inspection I noticed that some of his cranial sutures had been partially colonized by lint-sized tufts of moss. (X)

DISCLAIMER: If you decide to reblog any of my roadkill pictures please keep all of the relevant information (i.e., name, title and Flickr link) with the image. (Why?)

I don’t know if it’s something specific to deer or what, but UNFH when they grow algae and moss on the skull during cleaning. It’s like they refuse to have the wild gone out entirely. They refuse to let death be clean and hermetic.

Probably my favorite bone-cleaning experience is buffing the green into an antiqued patina.

his-dark-side:

His Dark Sutra: The Devil (excerpt)

Calm.

I’ve watched the Devil appear during pauses in conversation.

Staring across a room,

smiling.

Sometimes,

I’ve seen him appear in the distance,

crouched amongst trees as I walk

through dense woodland.

I want to sculpt a statue of this image. Immediately.

(via graveyarddirt)

graveyarddirt:

alejandrorivasv:

The 5 doors that satan uses to enter to your life: witchcraft, pornography, idolatry, unforgiveness and the horoscope.

Satan gets 3 “doors” and hypoallergenic lube, or motherfucker gets nothing at all.

Why not both?

primalheart:

truebluemeandyou:

DIY Salt Dough Cookie Custom Cookie Stamps Recipe and Tutorial from Alphamom here. Elaborate cookie stamps are so expensive and these are so easy a child could do it. The dough recipe has 3 ingredients that you already probably have - water, salt and flour. I also like this tutorial because these are food friendly stamps - unlike polymer clay stamps. First seen at Dollar Store Crafts here.

This is such a freakin’ good idea. I don’t know WHY I didn’t think of it before. I mean this is perfect for magics and offerings! You could make sigil cookies and feed them to people. Make devotional stamps for deities! 

Aw man this is exciting! 

(via erinnightwalker)

therosebell:

Death is a dangerous thing—and not because it almost kills you.

But because if you escape it, you no longer give a flying fuck about the stupid shit in the world.

You come out of it born and awake.

And not everyone is ready for the you that emerges.

(via duskenpath)