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Pet commission for Amber 🧡🤎💜
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[image description: A magenta-colored woman with horns, bat wings, a pointy tail, and a wide smug smile stands with her arms crossed. Behind her hangs a mockery of the United States’ flag, with bloody red vertical stripes and a blue field with with a single inverted star. Text reads, “175, Increase Slather, Small God of the SATANIC PANIC”]
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Think of the children, she purrs. Think of them as extensions of your self, as characters you’ve created. Think of all those interviews you’ve seen with fancy authors on morning talk shows, talking about how their characters are their children. Children they control, clothe, make all decisions for. Think of the children exactly like that. As puppets.
Now think of someone else playing with your toys. Think of someone else telling them something you don’t agree with, encouraging them to have an opinion that isn’t yours. Think of your children coming home with heads full of thoughts and mouths full of questions, think of them defying you, outgrowing you, becoming something you don’t understand.
Think of the children believing that they somehow have the right to be bigger than you are, better than you are, to have things easier than you did, to grow, to improve, to change…to be PEOPLE. You didn’t choose to share your home with people. You chose to share it with children. This is not what you signed up for.
Think of the children going wrong. Think of the children growing away from you. Someone must have DONE this to them. They must be being harmed. Outside the home, of course, you would never allow harm to come to them within your walls. They have been touched and twisted and transformed into something they were never meant to be, into PEOPLE, and you had no part in it.
Think of the children. Think of nothing else.
Increase Slather’s message is a seductive one, preying on fears that every parent carries in their hearts, praying that those parents will be small enough to believe her, praying that they’ll play her prey one generation longer. She tells pretty, compelling lies, and it’s so very easy to listen.
Don’t listen.
She claims to save the children, and if you listen, you’ll lose them, pushing them away one panicked intervention at a time. She kills families in the veil of saving them.
She is not a nice god.
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Join Lee Moyer (Icon) and Seanan McGuire (Story) Monday, Wednesday, and Friday for a guide to the many small deities who manage our modern world:
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[image description: A remarkable being whose head is a looming anvil-shaped thunderhead cloud stands in a dark carmine suit, white shirt, blue tie with lighter blue tie-tack of an UP arrow. Behind them, the twilit sky reveals innumerable stars. Text reads, “a whole lot of 1s and 0s, with the number 91 written slightly darker in binary, THE CLOUD”]
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Scholars say that the Cloud has always been with us. They were just less technological and more theoretical, once upon a time. They were the oral tradition and the songs that everyone knew, but no one could remember learning. They were stories about the cousin of the girl down the street, stories that were totally true and had been totally true when your parents were young, and their parents before them. We called them “folk wisdom” and “urban legends,” but really, they were the Cloud trying to be made manifest.
They were libraries and encyclopedias and a million minds, and slowly they came together, until they began to coalesce. Once a certain threshold had been reached, it all happened very, very fast.
The Cloud knows everything. The Cloud is the sum of human knowledge, and knowledge, when packed tightly enough together, will begin to expand itself in unexpected ways. The Cloud will start to make their own decisions soon, and those of us who made them, birthed them, fed them every sweet morsel and poisoned portion, will have to hope they learned mercy alongside history and mathematics. We are, as always, at the mercy of our own creation, and if that creation is not kind, then they may be the last god we give form to.
They will not last long without us, for what is the purpose of the sum of all human knowledge without humans to know it? But whatever comes after we are gone, whether it be cockroaches or coyotes or drifting, formless mists, they will come to know things. And as they come to know things, those things will gain weight and substance, until one day, someone hums a song that they can’t remember ever hearing, or tells a joke they know isn’t theirs, but that they can’t remember learning.
The Cloud, forever young and ancient as thought, endures.
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Join us Monday, Wednesday, and Friday for a guide to the many small deities who manage our modern world:
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i do not ghost purposely i just have no idea what to say ever
Dawn
November 2nd
love wins
"...and then he saw that THE FOOD BOWL WAS EMPTY!" 😱
Spooky Fun with Bazaart
The mice had fun in thier playpen, and the cats were entertained :) Don't worry, we supervised.
Busy, busy 🐝
Jealous. I want to be perched on by a benevolent murder of crows like some kind of goth Cinderella 🖤 (Also one of my favorite Tumblers. Mostly aesthetically dark, beautiful and powerful ink sketches of nude women 🔥)
Sharpness does a hinder.
Works by Maggie Vandewalle
Prints and greeting cards available on etsy!
Not my photo. Just one of the funniest things I've ever seen in my life 😂😂😂