Aries: powerlessness, losing a sense of their own self, never achieving their goal, losing their flame, being seen/described as incapable and being underestimated, life being dull, plain and grey – and they are a part of it
Taurus: losing what is most important to them (materialistic/security/loved ones), never being able to expand themselves and being stuck on something they don’t want/think they don’t deserve, not reaching a higher level and worries A LOT about the future and how it might look like
Gemini: being ‘caged’ in their own mind, being seen as stupid or of unsound mind, having no real connection to anything and anyone, being scattered and all over the place (internal), being judged for their words/intellect
Cancer: the future, never forgetting past trauma/overcoming sadness, not being able to let go, being used, showing their soft side, showing their real selves and coming out of their shell, having no home
Leo: being exposed to every flaw and insecurety they have, never being able to shine and show their true self, being lost, having no energy/optimism to go on, trusting the wrong ones too easily, not having the life they always wanted/admired
Virgo: being a failure to themselves and anyone else, losing control over their life, not being able to go on anymore, paranoia of everything that could go wrong, exposing themselves too early/easily
Libra: never finding the one, feeling no fulfillment deep within, feeling like a ghost/having no real face, not being satisfied themselves,giving too much, being hurt/forgotten, being completely alone
Scorpio: being hurt/exposed, letting the wrong ones in, (past) trauma, never healing scars, love (loving oneself and being loved), opening up, becoming the demon and the demons of the world/life, losing
Sagittarius: being trapped and caged, never being able to feel life, being exposed to their feelings and showing their caring/loving side, never being able to win (due to running away from their problems), never being truly content
Capricorn: being stuck on lower grounds, always losing, never winning, their hard built up reputation being shattered, losing what’s most important for them, inner conflicts and hidden emotions – not being able to express them and compensate for it,
Aquarius: being the madman and not the genius they wish to be, being lost in the world, an inner standstill, having no one by their side, being alone, being judged for what they are inside, not knowing the answer/being completely hopeless
Pisces: never being able to truly love/be loved, being lost in their own mind/trauma, afraid of being hurt and used, an inner trance that they can not escape, a martyrer that is shamelessly sacrificed and will never be recognized, no understanding for their view/opinions
i’ve missed a few days of spookmas drawing, gotta catch up. please enjoy these friends. not quite sure what they are but i’ve been calling them alchemy chimeras. if you follow me on patreon, the top baby might look familiar as i sketched them like a year ago.
I go through phases. Some days I feel like the person I’m supposed to be, and then some days I turn into no one at all. There is both me and my silhouette. I hope that on the days you find me and all I am are darkened lines, you still are willing to be near me.
I go through phases. Some days I feel like the person I’m supposed to be, and then some days I turn into no one at all. There is both me and my silhouette. I hope that on the days you find me and all I am are darkened lines, you still are willing to be near me.
“Intention,” she said suddenly with whispered intensity.
I felt the hair on my arms stand on end, and little tingles go down the back of my spine. That always seemed to happen when she spoke like that: with that tone of voice. We were lying down next to each other on the mezzanine floor, looking up at the painted ceiling of our college recital hall. It was a normal Friday afternoon, and we were killing time before our next period. I turned over on my side to look at her.
“What do you mean?” I asked coyly.
She positioned herself to face me. I could feel her warmth, just inches from me. She smiled and looked into my eyes with mischievous intensity. I had seen that look many times before. It started over a bottle of gin one night in her dorm room after her roommate had passed out on the floor. She had used that look and that voice as she told me that she fantasized endlessly about control, and that she was honing her skill as a hypnotist. I had volunteered to help her practice without a second thought. She was my friend, after all. I wanted to help her, and my curiosity was piqued.
“You’re so well trained. Even now. Even if you don’t realize it consciously, your whole body is tuned into me, reading my intention. You’re so wonderfully suggestible to me.”
There was that word again. Spoken like taffy: soporific, and sweet. I felt the corners of my vision soften, and her voice stick to the recesses of my mind. I wanted to resist. I wanted to tell her that I hadn’t been trained, and that I wasn’t suggestible, but the words couldn’t move past my lips. She was too compelling, and my body ached to let her words become my truth.
“Your truth is my intention,” she purred.
“My truth is your intention,” I answered in reflexive monotone.
“Such a good toy. Be my mirror.”
Without breaking eye contact, she lifted her hand. As she did so, I felt my hand lifting as though completely out of my control. As she lifted it higher, mine rose higher in tandem. Higher and higher until we respectively reached our own faces. I watched her caress her cheek seductively, and was helpless to stop my hand from doing the same. She brought her fingers back and forth over her lips and I felt my fingers mimic that motion. She walked her fingers around to the back of her head and grabbed a handful of hair before gently pulling. My eyes flickered as I did the same, but I maintained her gaze; her dutiful toy. She brought her hand back around, in a gentle sweeping motion and I followed. Up and up our faces simultaneously till I felt my fingers touch my forehead, right between my eyes. She blinked at me, her eyes growing heavier. I felt my eyes grow heavy too. She let her face relax, and I felt my jaw go slack. She slowly dragged her fingers down the bridge of her nose, and my fingers followed, taking my eyelids with them, and descending into a hypnotic trance.
“That’s my good toy,” she whispered, and took me gently into her arms.
