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fictitiouswhimsigot) wrote2021-05-16 05:23 pm
fictitiouswhimsigot) wrote2021-05-16 05:23 pm
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The Mother of Puppets
(Trigger Warnings: Spiders, Manipulation)
The Mother of Puppets, who is named Destiny, has many arms and many legs. She lives in every small web woven in every dark corner. She lives in the way we convince ourselves that we are weak. She pushes into your mind and your life slowly, robbing you of volition by your own hands.
She is a sluggish, creeping poison and she is always hungry.
She is a great and terrible spider that tells you that power and control are the greatest gifts, because if you do not dominate others then they will dominate you.
Perhaps they already have.
The Mother of Puppets lies, and confesses her lies. She professes false plans and hides the truth. She speaks to you in your own voice. She robs you of certainty and stability. She eats at your mind and drinks your blood. She leaves behind cobwebs.
The Mother of Puppets has already begun to eat you. You just haven’t realized yet.
The name of the Mother of Puppets is Destiny- The fear that you are a passenger in your own life.
The heralds of the Mother of Puppets are webs; the sound of skittering; the sensation of presence when there is none; limbs touching you when you are alone; dreams of red lines in the sky.
The weapons of the Mother of Puppets are lies; premonition; fine grey strings tied to pale limbs; divesting you of responsibility; growing paranoia; an unwillingness to let go; your own hands.
You turn aside the Mother of Puppets by running fast and hard, shedding this life for a new one; by consigning it all to the fire; by the hands of someone else intervening.
The Mother of Puppets kills you by strangling you with your own hands; suffocating you in dark webs; making you drink poison.
The Mother of Puppets is drawn to a sensation of helplessness; a willing cessation of control; a desire for a higher purpose; a fear of spiders.
The Mother of Puppets hungers for your flesh made pale from lack of blood; your life, made hers by your own hand and not her intervention; sycophants who feed her to escape her jaws.
You may kill the Mother of Puppets by living your life without caring if you control it; turning her webs into inescapable infernos; feeding her to herself.
The Mother of Puppets is reborn when someone convinces another to lay down in a grave filled with spiders; one of her servants tries to take her crown in the false belief that she was free; when someone weeps into a shawl of cobwebs over the agony of choice.
You may avoid the attention of the Mother of Puppets by allowing others to help you without fear of their motivation; burning with passion without forethought; accepting the contradictions of free will and destiny as part of a life you can live with.
The Mother of Puppets, who is named Destiny, has many arms and many legs. She lives in every small web woven in every dark corner. She lives in the way we convince ourselves that we are weak. She pushes into your mind and your life slowly, robbing you of volition by your own hands.
She is a sluggish, creeping poison and she is always hungry.
She is a great and terrible spider that tells you that power and control are the greatest gifts, because if you do not dominate others then they will dominate you.
Perhaps they already have.
The Mother of Puppets lies, and confesses her lies. She professes false plans and hides the truth. She speaks to you in your own voice. She robs you of certainty and stability. She eats at your mind and drinks your blood. She leaves behind cobwebs.
The Mother of Puppets has already begun to eat you. You just haven’t realized yet.
The name of the Mother of Puppets is Destiny- The fear that you are a passenger in your own life.
The heralds of the Mother of Puppets are webs; the sound of skittering; the sensation of presence when there is none; limbs touching you when you are alone; dreams of red lines in the sky.
The weapons of the Mother of Puppets are lies; premonition; fine grey strings tied to pale limbs; divesting you of responsibility; growing paranoia; an unwillingness to let go; your own hands.
You turn aside the Mother of Puppets by running fast and hard, shedding this life for a new one; by consigning it all to the fire; by the hands of someone else intervening.
The Mother of Puppets kills you by strangling you with your own hands; suffocating you in dark webs; making you drink poison.
The Mother of Puppets is drawn to a sensation of helplessness; a willing cessation of control; a desire for a higher purpose; a fear of spiders.
The Mother of Puppets hungers for your flesh made pale from lack of blood; your life, made hers by your own hand and not her intervention; sycophants who feed her to escape her jaws.
You may kill the Mother of Puppets by living your life without caring if you control it; turning her webs into inescapable infernos; feeding her to herself.
The Mother of Puppets is reborn when someone convinces another to lay down in a grave filled with spiders; one of her servants tries to take her crown in the false belief that she was free; when someone weeps into a shawl of cobwebs over the agony of choice.
You may avoid the attention of the Mother of Puppets by allowing others to help you without fear of their motivation; burning with passion without forethought; accepting the contradictions of free will and destiny as part of a life you can live with.