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𝐵𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝐶𝑟𝑜𝑤 𝑜𝑓 𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ. @invitedin.bsky.social · 08/10/2026

And the rules are: No hands. Mouth only.

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𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒚 @littleredsongbird.bsky.social · 08/10/2025

𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝑜𝑟 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝓲𝓷-𝓫𝓮𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓷, 𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝖚𝖓𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏.

A pixie redhaired maiden with shimmery red fairy wings.

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𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒚 @littleredsongbird.bsky.social · 07/10/2025

The fae folk leave their gifts of hag stone beneath the harvest moon.

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𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒚 @littleredsongbird.bsky.social · 07/10/2025

Our biting kiss, our ravenous teeth, our hungry, devouring mouths and the taste of blood.

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𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒚 @littleredsongbird.bsky.social · 07/10/2025

Deep within the woods a witch runs barefoot on rain-damp autumnal earth and moss while a beloved beast gives chase. In love and bloodlust howling with devotion beneath the brilliant full moon, together for always. Conjurations and evocations

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𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒚 @littleredsongbird.bsky.social · 07/10/2025

A witch who is the vessel, the medium, and the voice.

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𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒚 @littleredsongbird.bsky.social · 06/10/2025

At the witching hour, a druid priestess and an unkindness of ravens descend for the reaping.

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𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒚 @littleredsongbird.bsky.social · 05/10/2025

Let's play 𝑊𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑑.

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𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒚 @littleredsongbird.bsky.social · 05/10/2025

Spending this season of the witch disappearing into haunted woodlands and transforming into a mist that pulses with powerful ancient otherworldly unnerving magick beneath raven wings.

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𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒚 @littleredsongbird.bsky.social · 04/10/2025

In haunted woodlands spirits reveal secrets, ghosts tell lullabies, and I am a faerie witch dancing, singing, disappearing into forest mist.

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𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒚 @littleredsongbird.bsky.social · 01/10/2025

Beloved October with thinning veils awakens the soul the way she sings, weeps, and bleeds ruthlessly into me.

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𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒚 @littleredsongbird.bsky.social · 01/10/2025

A coven of sisters gathers stepping into the fairy ring.

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𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒚 @littleredsongbird.bsky.social · 01/10/2025

A cooking-hearth, magick spit, and bottomless cauldron.

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𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒚 @littleredsongbird.bsky.social · 01/10/2025

There is a ritualistic fire burning in the thick of the woods. A sacred eternal flame. A lantern in the darkness.

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𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒚 @littleredsongbird.bsky.social · 01/10/2025

Running off barefoot disappearing into haunted misted mossy woodlands, howling winds carry secrets of ancient trees, and birds take flight on wings of night.

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𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒚 @littleredsongbird.bsky.social · 27/09/2025

Forever red-mouthed and otherworldly.

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𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒚 @littleredsongbird.bsky.social · 27/09/2025

Kiss me so ravenous and raw, biting and devouring, draw blood and smear it, painting it across my lips like red lipstick.

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𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒚 @littleredsongbird.bsky.social · 27/09/2025

The dark goddess sings within my blood.

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𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒚 @littleredsongbird.bsky.social · 24/09/2025

Digging up words like I'm digging up graves.

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𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒚 @littleredsongbird.bsky.social · 24/09/2025

I just want to write until all these howling ghosts are silent and there's nothing left inside of me.

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𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒚 @littleredsongbird.bsky.social · 24/09/2025

When ghosts and spirits reach out to you, it means they want to be heard.

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𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒚 @littleredsongbird.bsky.social · 24/09/2025

Wild cherry tobacco smoke through a churchwarden pipe. Apple cinnamon incense, spiked mulled cider, and spice. The thinning of veils, autumnal delight, and a celebration of night.

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𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒚 @littleredsongbird.bsky.social · 24/09/2025

A quantum entanglement of souls.

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𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒚 @littleredsongbird.bsky.social · 24/09/2026

𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝑖𝑠 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰， 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝓘 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓼 𝒊𝒏 𝓶𝔂 𝓶𝓸𝓾𝓽𝓱.

𝑯𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒎. 𝑰𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆, 𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉.

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⋆.˚ @pericolosa.bsky.social · 23/09/2026

I have heard it said, that power is not a food fit for a little flower goddess. But I must disagree, because the power of death is mine now, and I like how he tastes in my mouth.

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𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒚 @littleredsongbird.bsky.social · 23/09/2025

Finding balance between light and dark (as within, so without).

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𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒚 @littleredsongbird.bsky.social · 23/09/2025

Mother Goddess and Harvest Queen.

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𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒚 @littleredsongbird.bsky.social · 23/09/2025

A solitary witch embraces darkness into the heart, hearth, and home.

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𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒚 @littleredsongbird.bsky.social · 23/09/2025

Always ready for the thrill of falling deeper in everlasting love with autumn and the dark goddess.

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𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒚 @littleredsongbird.bsky.social · 22/09/2025

A blessed second harvest. A celebration embracing the darkness consuming light, and a witch's ritualistic thanksgiving offering.

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𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒚 @littleredsongbird.bsky.social · 22/09/2025

The equinox, when light and dark are in harmonic equal balance. A time where earth's green summer begins to transform into the flames of autumn, when the leaves turn bright yellows, burning oranges, and fiery reds as vibrantly vermillion as my hair.

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