A prayer for safety

I pray, small under the gaze of the Gods, that they may bless me with the weapons I need to inflict my heart’s fury
If I cannot yet be an armored daughter of Penthesileia, let me be a mare to pull the chariot of war until I grow in my ability to serve as a warrior.
I plead grant me your favor, Deimos, so I may strike dread into the hearts of men.
Bless me, Phobos, and turn yourself from my heart and instead into the hearts of men.
Ares guide my hand and gird me with courage so I may face my enemies with the fire of your essence.
Artemis, I pray you watch over me as you preserve your nymphs.
Enyo, look upon me favorably and take me to be a daughter of your arts and clamor.
Eris grant my hands the touch of discord to destroy those who would harm me.
Zeus, father, I pray you watch over me as a daughter, small and mortal, but loving of you as a father and a king.
Hera, queen of heaven, bless me with gentle hands and the acid of your wrath should I be betrayed.
Aphrodite open my heart, and cut off the heads of those who would seek to poison it, for you know of all the matters of the heart.
Hermes, make swift my feet and clever my being, to escape when I cannot raise my spear.

A prayer to Ares for blessing and protection

Ares Polemistes Talaurinus, I pray for you to take me under your brazen shield;
gird me in a belt of courage as you did your daughter Hippolyte.
Ares Oxys, put in my hand a bronze spear so I may spill the blood of men
Ares Obrimus allow me to put my small feet in the vast hollows of your footsteps,
Laossous rally my heart with the sound of your mighty spear beating against your shield
Gynaecothoenas allow me, maiden, to stand strong, a child amazon desirous of your favor and strength
Grant me the mindfulness to destroy those who seek to take from me-
watch over me in your fury as you did Alkippe.
Guide the strength of my hand and weight of my blow so they may strike to the very quick of my enemy
Miaephonus stain me with the blood of men, my open mouth accepts it as honey and bread; feed me.
Open me to my own violence, so I may inflict war upon the predatory hand and eyes
Let me fly as a hawk and strike as a poisonous serpent so men may know that I serve the god of blood and war.

Losing my shit

It’s Wednesday. The show opens unofficially monday. Not only did my professor not put my last piece in the kiln (he won’t let me do it because he doesn’t want to waste a whole kiln on my smaller piece)- SOMEONE BROKE THE WHOLE LEG CLEAN OFF

I. I’m. I’m not freaking out only because I’m in shock.

I have a plan B but it’s not approved and I’ll be fucked if it works but what the fuck who the fuck touched my piece who the fuck. If it was my professor I will fuck his shit up say goodbye to your family you’re spending the next week with me

I’m actually feeling really vicious right now and I have nowhere to direct it

The Boy commented last night as we were walking through downtown in the dark to a new bar, that I am the only girl he can go adventuring with and there was sort of short pause that implied “because you’re a fucking Amazon” and I was like awwww

I now have the dates of my senior show. Now I’ve got to wrangle the two other people I’m sharing this tiny gallery space with into agreeing on an opening date, a show title, and how we’re sharing the space. I’m not usually a take charge person on group projects, but I’ll be damned if I’m not going to strong-arm this fucker all the way to the finish line. You will listen to me and you will not ruin my show with any bullshit.

I’ve just decided that I’m going to practice harder on my energy working just so I can go monster hunting

Don’t mistake my kindness for weakness. I’ll choke you with the same hand I fed you with.

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Copper Teeth

Dancing unclothed in fire, flame licking flesh
Gleaming sweat, shimmering gems beneath bare feet
Dragon’s flames untouchable swathing me like robes and scarves upon my head
it is the gold upon my wrists and the gold upon my neck and the
gold upon slender ankles dancing
Silver sweat, eyes tiger’s eyes, predatory in the glow
Hips telling stories that waist and thighs corroborate
In the house of the old gods all is fire and flesh, pain and pleasure,
topaz eyes and ruby lips, talking ecstasy with every exhale
Slave of dragons, master of men

White Roses, Red Teeth

thecarvingwitch:

I believe in claws, and if you do not have claws,
then I believe in knives.
I believe in keeping the hearth
and sitting at it sewing poppets with black thread.

I believe in pretty smiles with teeth that can rip throats
And bloody mouths wielding them if confronted
I believe in flowered crowns and rose dresses
but be advised of the blade in my garter

There is value in healing tonics and warm homemade pie
and poisons hidden in skirts that can easily make the pot
Let them be fooled by sweet rosy lips and big velvet eyes
that have the power to turn men into stone.

If I believe in the serpent and the blade and the bite of winter
So I must also believe in my own fangs and blades and furs.