Inktober day eleven! I forgot to post this yesterday, so here it is today. Cultbasher Mizar, and her husband, the Woodsman.
Does it count as a selfie if your brother is possessing your body and using his demon madjiks to hold the camera to take a picture of the body he’s possessing?
Inktober day six! I always liked the headcannon that henry’s antlers are used as laundry racks when they manifest, so here’s Mabel sneaking in a few more socks before he wakes up!
Just in time for day one of Inktober! Mabel Pines in her wedding dress. I was inspired by looking through some aesthetic posts on the tau blog. I don’t know anything about flower meanings, so if you want to, pls send me some hcs of flowers Mabel might wear!
Bold of you to assume, that A: any alien bug monsters would DARE disturb the wedding of Mabel Demon Tickler Pines, B: that they weren’t already invited, and C: that those heavy duty boots she’s wearing are not capable of inflicting blunt force trauma.
someone gets hit by one of these bad boys, they’re going to the hospital
Alcor and Mizar are IRL two stars that are ridiculously close together and form part of the handle of the big dipper! As well, Mizar is the brighter star of the two, to the ‘forgotten’ star of Alcor (which is usually harder to see with the naked eye)
The midwife rolled the bones, went through the ashes and the entrails, and then when that show was done for the parents, got her actual answer in a bowl of soup. One was fated to live and die, live and die, live and die a hundred thousand lives over and over again as we all are fated to do. The other however, would live until every star in the sky went out, and every other living thing died, and only then would he pass on to what was next.
Naturally, the couple didn’t take it well. Luckily, they had his uncle, an old man in the woods they could offload the b-
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” the witch told them.
“How…how did you know?” the mother asked, a tremor in her voice.
The witch raised her eyebrow, and let them think it was magic and not forty years experience of the human condition and more specifically having to deal with unwanted children.
“You can keep both, or give both away,” the witch went on, “but you must keep them together or else.”
“Or else?” the father demanded.
The witch smelt fire in her nose, felt her skin crackle under the force of unnatural energies, and sighed. “Just fucking do it or I’ll curse you both with warts.”
Ten minutes later she had carefully bundled the babies and some goat milk into a basket, and was headed to the Old Fox. He was the trickster of all tricksters, a crank and a crook and not as good in bed as he thought he was, but the witch knew there was no better place for these babies to be than with him.
(you may be wondering where the beast with one eye is in this story. the answer is that he’s a big stinky jerk and will not be appearing tonight.)
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