Yayoi Kusama: Infinity Mirrored Room, Let’s Survive Forever (2017)

𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜

the underearth

The  Underearth  is  a  place  of  slow-shifting  roots,  the  quietest  and  most  constant  life  of  the  forest.  Those  who  find  themselves  aligned  with  the  Underearth  are  those  who  find  their  truest  selves  not  in  the  eyes  of  another  or  the  light  of  the  sun,  but  in  private  acts  of  creation.  They  tend  to  be  dutiful,  capable,  and  thoughtful,  whilst  also  often  being  slow  to  change,  awkward,  and  anxious.  While  many  pass  the  Underearth  by  without  notice,  those  few  who  make  it  past  topsoil  and  into  the  heart  below  are  held  dear.  It  is  rare  that  someone  can  delve  to  the  true  center  of  those  under  this  sign.  The  earth  keeps  its  secrets  close  to  its  chest--  sometimes,  so  deep  that  it  cannot  find  them  when  it  does  choose  to  look.  The  Underearth  are  devoted  to  their  work,  able  to  criticize  and  peek  and  prod  just  where  it  needs,  but  they  have  no  such  luck  with  probing  the  self.  People  under  this  sign  can  be  enormously  generous.  Though  less  showy  than  some  of  the  other  signs,  when  the  Underearth  does  choose  to  shine,  they  are  like  a  clean  cut  gem,  brilliant,  sharp,  and  precious.  They  tend  to  favor  gifts  of  their  own  making,  paying  close  attention  to  what  it  is  that  delights  those  around  them.  They  prefer  to  avoid  being  the  center  of  attention  themselves,  however,  and  often  do  not  know  how  to  react  to  being  shown  the  same  care  that  they  show  to  those  they  love.

despite maggie's hardcore intentions to have a realm without sentient beings in it so she doesn't have to actually work like a queen, i've been thinking about hallucinations having a home, so to speak, within subliminal - a place to go when they aren't being perceived. cultural phenomenons, like the hat man and bloody mary, or everyday ones like water on the road or shadow in the woods can find homes in subliminal. the more humanoid ones have a sort of village or town that they cluster in, while the more inhumanoid ones are scattered throughout, depending on which area of the realm makes the most sense for them

@singofus asked : Hypnos wraps his arms around Maggie in a gentle cuddle.

he  touches  her  and  it  all  stops  . 

her  body  ,  still  shivering  from  the  cold  ,  immediately  melts  into  his  touch  .  she  feels  like  she  can  breathe  again  ,  deep  gasps  that  expand  her  lungs  all  the  way  as  he  thaws  her  back  to  life  .  frozen  hands  reach  for  the  blanket  ,  holding  ,  grounding  ,  rubbing  the  soft  fabric  until  she  can  breathe  again  . 

yellow  eyes  ,  pupils  wide  with  delirium  ,  look  to  his  face  ,  where  she  slowly  calms  .  her  breath  settles  ,  her  body  warming  back  to  normal  as  she's  tucked  in  against  him  . 

she  doesn't  know  what  happened  -  if  something  latched  onto  her  from  the  last  time  she  went  there  ,  to  the  perpetually  flooded  valley  of  his  domain  ,  only  to  strike  now  ,  but  at  least  she  doesn't  feel  like  she's  drowning  on  land  anymore  . 

tears  fall  as  she  theorizes  what  she  had  been  feeling  .  the  last  panicked  memories  of  dreams  ?  the  nightmares  born  from  those  memories  ?  hypnos'  own  helplessness  as  he  felt  his  realm  weaken , himself unmade  ? 

she  doesn't  know  ,  but  she  feels  better  now  .  she  buries  her  face  against  his  neck  ,  feeling  every  bit  an  imposter  queen  . 

she'll  dry  her  tears  in  a  bit  .  for  now  ,  she  only  murmurs  soft  apologies  .  not  for  her  actions  ;  but  for  ,  impossible  as  it  is  ,  not  being  able  to  have  helped  him  through  that  . 

———   piercing  &  tattoo tour

all  tattoos  are  black  and  white  ,  save  for  where  color  is  directly  mentioned  . 

▌ears  :  two  on  each  lobe  ,  and  a  tragus  ,  daith,  and  two  helix's  on  each  ear  .  her  ears  also  have  some  tattooed  lines  on  the  cartilage,  like  permanent  helix's  in  a  lower  placement.  ▌torso  :  the  triple  moon  sign  on  her  upper  back  ,  not  between  her  shoulder  blades  but  not  immediately  at  the  base  of  he  neck  ;  a  black  and  white  candle  as  a  chest  piece  on  her  sternum  ,  and  a  bandaid  over  a  faded  scar  on  her  shoulder  ,  with  “whoops!”  in  the  bayland  font  beneath  it  .  ▌arms  :  a  spiderweb  around  her  left  elbow,  the  spider  suspended  down  the  length  of  her  forearm  ▌hands  :  finger  tattoos  with  her  big  three  astrological  signs  ,  as  well  as  some  palmistry  tattoos  ;  a  “third  eye”  with  space  coloring  on  the  back  of  her  right  hand  ;  on  her  left  hand  ,  the  spider  from  the  web  lives  on  her  pinky  finger  . ▌legs  :  on  the  front  of  her  thighs  ,  two  inverted  torches  ,  one  on  each  thigh  ;  one  with  black  flame  and  one  with  red  .  on  her  calves  ,  she  has  a  void  fox  -  the  back  half  on  her  left  ,  the  front  half  on  her  right  ,  as  if  it  is  running  through  a  portal  .  it  is  surrounded  by  poppies  ,  which  are  on  her  lower  calf  /  around  her  ankles  . 

MOVED → gentleglooms

ANYWAY which one of your faves is gonna spend a lazy day in bed with you, catching up on the past week’s missed sleep? just cuddled up under the warm sheets, skin to skin, comfortable in each others’ presence. maybe- definitely- there’s some light touches, he’s feeling the softness of your skin under his fingers and relishing every quiet little sigh, memorizing every little hitch in your breath. and what if he holds you close, spooning you and remarking how perfectly you fit tucked against him, even though he feels like he just can’t get close enough to you. and just when you think your sleepy heart is about to explode, he softly kisses your neck, your shoulder, brings a hand up to kiss each knuckle with so much quiet admiration. it’s enough to make you absolutely melt. when he asks how you’re feeling, you tell him to see for himself- those same reverent fingers dipping between your thighs to feel the wetness gathering there, and he groans into your skin, half-hard cock twitching against his thigh. it doesn’t take long for him to be fully sheathed inside you, barely even thrusting, just grinding slowly, little bit little building up the friction that makes your toes tingle. he holds you tightly against him, whispering praise and admiration into the crook of your neck where he leaves bruising kisses, drinking in every sigh and quiet moan from your lips, pausing to feel every time your walls squeeze him. there’s no rush, no means to an end, just mutually enjoying the feeling of each other. you don’t know how long you’re like this, you refuse to check the time— but your peak washes over you gently like waves on an undisturbed shore, his equally as quiet, and you stay there together, comfortably as close as you could possibly be. there’s no need to move yet, not when the little shards of sunlight glitter around the room, not when his breath is steady against your skin, not when you feel yourself drift back into a comfortable sleep.

ZENDAYA COLEMAN The Zendaya x Boohoo Edit