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[goldentail1]

It only takes a few trips years until you find a new residence to settle down in. By yourself mostly, as you don't know much of anyone in this town, but hey. It has bingo nights and a food drive not too far away, and though the neighbors are a bit frightened at times for when both the "angel" and "devil" are out with you, they do not address them as an odd sight.

You learn why soon enough. As you enter the grocery chain with a half-tired employee at the register, you almost bump into someone with a large, dark shawl of many pentagrams covering spiked shoulders, and a deep red complexion.

This is the first time that anyone's demon seemed to somewhat match in height of your own.

It turns to face you, and before you can even utter an apology, a charming and frail voice gives one for you. "Oh, I'm sorry my dear! I hope I wasn't in your way."

The angel's many eyes looked calmly, then nervously, at the old lady, noting the lack of presence of her own.

And the demonic pillar of claws and daggers also glanced over to the demon, but found it odd that they were handling all the grocery carrying. The faintest scent of brimstone long faded under the several months of being here on earth.

Both of them are unsure of how to proceed, and what advice to give.

"Oh," The old lady squinted hard through her glasses, staring up at them with a delightfully kind smile. "You must be Todd's friends! He hasn't spoken much, but oh, your patterns are all to similar. I must invite you in for tea sometime!"

You accept the invitation, watching the demon besides her look over the contents of the coffee grains they're planning to purchase.

What a strange presence, indeed.

Everyone’s Angels and Devils looming over their shoulders are real and visible. Generally speaking they appear as small humanoid pixies no larger than hummingbirds. So it’s odd that yours are both lumbering twelve foot tall primordial beings of biblically terrifying design.

[caitielou-askew]

Happy Halloween everyone!!!

So yeah, this was meant to be my Halloween upload, but then I got a case of stage fright and mental “bleh” so that got delayed. But hey it’s still closer to Halloween than Christmas so I’m going to call that a win!

This is a reading of the wonderful short story written by @eatbreathewrite​ based on the concept of an old woman accidentally summoning a demon, then mistaking it for her goth-phase grandson. It was such a fun little story I was inspired to share it. BUT the video is not monetized because the author never got back to me on approving that.

(Also sorry the audio is a bit hard to listen too, my gain was a bit too high when I recorded and I couldn’t quite salvage it :< )

I have more to say, but putting it under a break thing to keep the post length reasonable lol.

Actually I think I’ll just copypasta what I put in the video description, because it’s basically everything I wanted to say here ^^;

Also sorry for disappearing for months on end...again, lol. It seems like every time I put something out I’m like “This is it! This is the comeback you’ve been waiting for!” And then it’s not. And it feels that way to me too. I guess the best way I can describe it is a mixture of stage fright and fear of the compounding disappointment that comes with having to wait so long.

Even though NONE of you have expressed anything remotely near disappointment. And I thank you for that <3 I’ve been meaning to start live streaming on Mondays since that’s my day off, but I had a case of that stupid stage fright last week. I’ll keep trying though. And keep putting out videos. The next 2 I have lined up are a reading of a fan-made Undertale story, and the first chapter of Their Wings from the Heavenfell series. And The Scientist once I get those two out, since I already have them recorded.

A few things have helped me get back on my feet, here. My new SO has been very supportive and helpful, in the gentle but firm way that apparently I need. The realization that sometimes worrying about your creative project being “perfect” isn’t as important as just getting it “done” has also been enlightening (which is why this video is pretty plain with the white backgrounds, lol). I’ve been watching a ton of Critical Role lately, and seeing such amazing creative energy from professional voice actors is really inspiring. And of course the long history of all of your gentle support as well.

So yeah, still going over here. I’ve been trying to think of a way to stay more regularly in touch that I won’t get avoidant about like I can on my tumblr. Maybe a Discord? Still adjusting to that idea. Or maybe just making sure to post something every day on Tumblr lol. So yeah, that’s where I’m at right now.

OH I guess I could stream editing all those comics I read before? I really like that idea actually. Anyway thank you THANK YOU and enjoy <3

[lildark1]

Todd: A lonely demon is summoned accidentally by a sweet little old lady who she mistakes for her grandson Todd.  Sweetest story ever, read all the way to the end.

[rmorada]

So I decided I don’t really like having a writeblr because it’s not conducive to my writing or productivity (and because I don’t want to keep up with it), so I’m no longer posting here. BUT this blog will remain for archival purposes since some of my writing is featured here.

Feel free to remove me from tag lists and to unfollow, and good luck to all of you with your projects!

[eatbreathewrite]

hey there followers! remember that new main writing blog i mentioned a few months ago? i finally have it set up so i can intermingle with the writeblr community! i’m super excited about it and i hope you are too, so check it out and maybe give me a follow if you’re interested in more original writing content and a mishmash of other writing-related and author-related things

i’d love to interact with and follow back other writers and readers with similar interests!

[storiesabouthumanandthings]

Accidental Demon: Chapter 4

(POV of Demon)

This past month has been slow compared to previous summonings. I haven’t been on earth for this long before. Normally it takes me a week or maybe two for the most difficult summonings.  There is normally many deaths involved. So far I have killed only 5 flies, 2 tiny blood suckers, and what grandma called a large spider that was no bigger than my pinkie nail. She made a blood curdling scream for this spider, it was quite absurd. Most of the animals still don’t like me except the smashed face dog that walks by the house. While staying here, I have found out that The Todd is on summer break from school, whatever that is, so it is normal at this time that I spend most of my time at home or in bed. 

Last Sunday, I finally entered the church. The grandma was requesting assistance. It was a luck of pot Sunday and I had to carry extra items to the church. Once arriving at the church, I attempted to pass the items to her. She stated, “I can’t carry that in. That’s too heavy for my old arms and why you had to carry it and need to carry it in. What? Do you think you are going to burst into flames? Quit being silly and just come in already.” Now being ordered, I had to enter the church but I was still worried of bursting like she said. I closed my eyes as I took my first step across the threshold. There was no pain or flames, so I continued. Once in, I quickly set down the food, attempting to flee.  I feared that maybe it takes time for the fire to start. I was stopped by another old woman. She reached up and pinched my cheek. “Oh Todd, sweety! It’s so good to see you. its been so long, you have grown so big. I still think of you as a baby, toddling behind your grandma hanging on to her skirt.” This is only the 2nd person I have come into physical contact with that I have not killed. I have no clue what I am suppose to do. I just simply stand there looking at Todd’s grandma for assistance. The woman now turned back to her. “Bell, how did you get such a handsome grandson?” Bell simply laughed. Good, I now know her name. I have never needed my summoner’s name, just the name of the person i needed to go after. It is a relief knowing her name, that may make it easier to speak with her. 

As i was now not being talked to, I tried again to slip away. But, right before opening the door, I was stopped by the same little girl that has been bringing me flowers. She first looked sad but her face brightened when seeing me. She gave me another flower as usual but then grabbed my hand and pulled me away from the exit to a table littered in desserts almost taller than she was. She got on the tips of her toes to see what bounty laid before her. She pointed at a plate piled with cookies. These cookies were brought in by the cheek pincher. I grabbed a couple for her. She took them both, stuff one in her mouth almost whole and then gave me back one. I was placing it back onto the plate. She shook her head and pointed at me. Taking the hint, I also stuffed the cookie in my mouth as she just did. She giggled and ran away. The cookie was spicy sweet. It had a unique flavor compare to everything else I have ever eaten. I was later told those cookies were Ginger Snaps. I almost stole the whole plate but before doing so, Bell returned to my side and slapped my hand. “That is for after church, you should know better. If you are wanting more, you are just going to have to stay for the entire service.” I was tempted to leave but since I hadn’t bursted into flames yet, I figured it would be safe to stay for more cookies. 

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Tips And Tricks On How To Deal With Magical Beings

The midwife had seen a lot of babies, in a lot of shapes and a lot of forms. But this one, this particular baby had to be the strangest baby she had ever seen.

For one thing, it's skin wasn't a newborn pink, it was a maroon red, and it's eyes were as black a coal. It was also much larger than a normal baby, and didn't cry like one either. Instead it growled and grunted, like an animal.

But none the less, she washed the babe, checked to make sure it was healthy, which it was, and wrapped it in a blue fluffy blanket, then turned to the mother. "Would- Would you like to hold..... it?"

The mother looked up from her book. She had recovered rather quickly from the labor and seemed more interested in her book than her baby, as a matter of fact she seemed almost bored to be there. "Yes. I'll hold it." She said, calmly.

The midwife delicately placed the infant in the mother's arms.

The mother gave it a once over, then looked at the midwife. "Please go out and send for Corneilia Attelbury."

Corneilia Attelbury couldn't believe her luck, when a pregnant woman came to her doorstep, asking for riches in exchange for her first born. Most of the time Corneilia had to trick people into giving up their children, to have one come so willingly, it was to good to be true.

And now Corneilia realized why the woman was so eager.

"It's a demon!" She shrieked, looking at the baby in it's mother's arms.

The woman smirked. "It's only half. I made a deal with a demon to have it's child in exchange for eternal life."

"You- You have tricked me!!" The witch screeched. "I wont take it! I wont!"

"We made a deal." The woman said, looking down at her child who let out an odd grunting noise. "I said I would give you my firstborn. Which I am." The woman smirked at Corneilia. "You wouldn't be breaking your deal would you?"

Corneilia was enraged. She did not want to raise a demon child. But if she broke her deal, her reputation in the Witch world would be ruined. So she handed the mother a special chest that would always be full of gold, no matter how much you took out, and the mother pressed a kiss to her child's head before handing it over to Corneilia.

"I'd like to stop by every so often and see the child if you don't mind." The woman said, picking up her book and opening it.

"Fine." Corneilia hissed through her teeth.

Zimbach did not understand. The woman had come to it, oh so willing, begging for immortality in exchange for bearing it's offspring. The time had come for the babe to be born, and Zimbach stopped by the woman's place of residents, only to find the babe was not there.

She explained what she had done, and it was furious. How dare this mortal- Immortal- give away it's offspring to a filthly witch.

"I said I would have your offspring. I never said I would give it to you." The woman said, her nose in her book.

Zimbach paused. And glared. "Where do I find this witch."

"What do you mean it's yours! This child was given to me!" Corneilia shrieked.

The baby, as it turns out, was not so bad. In fact, Corneilia had grown rather fond of it, and they were living a carefree life, until this blasted demon showed up.

"Little Muamun is my blood. My offspring. The child is rightfully mine." Zimbach said, losing it's patience quickly.

"It's name is Dilwyn!" Corneilia shouted, clutching the babe tightly to her chest. A barrier had been spelled between them and the demon the minute Zimbach showed it's ugly face, preventing the demon from moving closer.

"It is my child, I shall name it whatever I wish."

"I'm the one raising it. I'll name it whatever I want."

"Foolish witch!!"

"Dumb demon!!"

"Good evening."

Zimbach and Corneilia turned to see the mother walking in, her book held at her side.

"I didn't mean to interrupt. I just wanted to see little Dilwyn." The mother said.

"See! Even the mother agrees!" Corneilia shrieked.

"I have had it with you foolish beings!" Zimbach shouted. "I will have my Muamun!"

"Why don't you just share?" The mother asked, calmly, taking the babe from Corneilia.

"Share?" Corneilia asked.

"Yeah. Joint custody. Dilwyn could live here every week, and visit Hell every other week end." The mother suggested, giving the baby a stuffed goat.

Zimbach and Corneilia looked at each other.

"You- You could take the child this weekend." Corneilia stammered. "I planned on visiting my sister."

"Very well." Zimbach said, nodding.

"Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Dilwyn-"

"Muamun!"

"Dilwyn!"

"Muamun!"

"Happy birthday to you!" The mother said, with a beam as the witch and demon once again fought over names.

The child had just turned ten and was already as tall as Corneilia.

"I have a very special present for you this year." The mother said, pulling a small wrapped package from her pocket. "It was given to me by my great grandmother."

The child ripped the package open and withdrew from it, a book that it had so often seen it's mother read. It was a brown, leather book, with no title on the front. Somewhat ordinary. But inside, everything was written in gold ink, and on the back of the front cover it read, "Tips And Tricks On How To Deal With Magical Beings" in loopy golden handwriting.

"It had helped me gain everything I have. Even you." The mother said, looking at it fondly. "I've added my own additions, and I'm sure you'll find use for it someday."

The child smiled.

It isn’t uncommon for this particular demon to be summoned—from exhausting Halloween party pranks in abandoned barns to more legitimate (more exhausting) ceremonies in forests—but it has to admit, this is the first time it’s been called forth from its realm into a claustrophobic living room bathed in the dull orange-pink glow of old glass lamps and a multitude of wide-eyed, creepy antique porcelain dolls that could give Chucky a run for his money with all of their silent, seething stares combined.

An old woman hobbled out, bent and old. She took one look at him and her face lit up. "Todd! Todd is that you! You've come to visit me at last!"

The prompt was by @lucifer-is-a-bag-of-dicks Thank you so much for letting me write your prompt! The post that this was inspired by is right here. And the last bit of this story is from @eatbreathewrite‘s story about Todd and Granny, where a demon is mistaken for Granny’s grandson, Todd. You should definitely read it. The link is right here.

[whatevercomestomymind]

Let me see if I can find you a few...

Ok found some I follow, try these ones:

@oracleofbullshyt , @humans-are-seriously-weird , @what-are-even-humans , @eatbreathewrite , @rmorada , @starr-fall-knight-rise , @strangehumanexcerpts , @strangehumansbafflealiens , and my own @weareallfallengods

Hello!!! I was wondering if you have any writeblr blog recommendations for sci-fi ?? 💕 (Sorry if this has been asked before or if you have a recs page, I'm on mobile so it's hard to navigate)

Sorry, I’m not a huge sci-fi fan so I don’t really know of any!

[fuuuuuuuuccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk]

The Aventures of Todd and Granny (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/UiNb/OV2g9bGEHI Based off a story prompt about the accidental summoning of a demon. All these stories belong to eatbreathewrite on Tumblr. I own nothing. I got permission to add all their Todd and Granny stories on here so that they can reach a larger platform. All images belong to eatbreathewrite, as stated before, I own nothing. eatbreathewrite.tumblr.com

[peccolias]

good news! the writing blog has surpassed the personal blog in follower count so if you don’t know i have one and like what i write, hop on over and take a look and maybe follow?

eatbreathewrite

[anime]

Okay! This one is going to be quite different than what I’ve done so far, but I hope you all like it! I found this post that was originally a prompt made by @writing-prompt-s, and had a very well written, beautiful story made by the wonderful @eatbreathewrite. I read it, and just had to put it in audio format. All credit goes to them, and I have been granted permission to record & post this by the creative commons license, posted on their blog. 

If you want to hear more of this, or have an idea for a script you’d like me to read, just let me know! 

Script:

It isn’t uncommon for this particular demon to be summoned—from exhausting Halloween party pranks in abandoned barns to more legitimate (more exhausting) ceremonies in forests—but it has to admit, this is the first time it’s been called forth from its realm into a claustrophobic living room bathed in the dull orange-pink glow of old glass lamps and a multitude of wide-eyed, creepy antique porcelain dolls that could give Chucky a run for his money with all of their silent, seething stares combined. Accompanying those oddities are tea cup and saucer sets on shelves atop frilly doilies crocheted with the utmost care, and cross-stitched, colorful ‘Home Sweet Home’s hung across the wood-paneled walls.

It’s a mistake—a wrong number, per se. No witch it’s ever known has lived in such an, ah, dated, home. Furthermore, no practitioner that ever summoned it has been absent, as if they’d up and ding-dong ditched it. No, it didn’t work that way. Not at all. Not if they want to survive the encounter.

It hears the clinking of movement in the room adjacent—the kitchen, going by the pungent, bitter scent of cooled coffee and soggy, sweet sponge cakes, but more jarring is the smell of blood. It moves—feels something slip beneath its clawed foot as it does, and sees a crocheted blanket of whites and greys and deep black yarn, wound intricately, perfectly, into a summoning circle. Its summoning circle. There is a small splash of bright scarlet and sharp, jagged bits of a broken curio scattered on top, as if someone had dropped it, attempted to pick it up the pieces and pricked their finger. It would explain the blood. And it would explain the demon being brought into this strange place.

As it connects these pieces in its mind, the inhabitant of the house rounds the corner and exits the kitchen, holding a damp, white dish towel close to her hand and fumbling with the beaded bifocals hanging from her neck by a crocheted lanyard before stopping dead in her tracks.

Now, to be fair, the demon wouldn’t ordinarily second guess being face-to-face with a hunchbacked crone with a beaked nose, beady eyes and a peculiar lack of teeth, or a spidery shawl and ankle-length black dress, but there is definitely something amiss here. Especially when the old biddy lets her spectacles fall slack on her bosom and erupts into a wide, toothy (toothless) grin, eyes squinting and crinkling from the sheer effort of it.

“Todd! Todd, dear, I didn’t know you were visiting this year! You didn’t call, you didn’t write—but, oh, I’m so happy you’re here, dear! Would it have been too much to ask you to ring the doorbell? I almost had a heart attack. And don’t worry about the blood, here—I had an accident. My favorite figure toppled off of the table and cleanup didn’t go as expected. But I seem to recall you are quite into the bloodshed and ‘edgy’ stuff these days, so I don’t suppose you mind.” She releases a hearty, kind laugh, but it isn’t mocking, it’s sweet. Grandmotherly. The demon is by no means sentimental or maudlin, but the kindness, the familiarity, the genuine fondness, does pull a few dusty old nostalgic heartstrings. “Imagine if it leaves a scar! It’d be a bit ‘badass,’ as you teenagers say, wouldn’t it?”

She is as blind as a bat without her glasses, it would appear, because the demon is by no means a ‘Todd’ or a human at all, though humanoid, shrouded in sleek, black skin and hard spikes and sharp claws. But the demon humors her, if only because it had been caught off guard.

The old woman smiles still, before turning on her heel and shuffling into the hallway with a stiff gait revealing a poor hip. “Be a dear and make some more coffee, would you please? I’ll be back in a jiffy.”

Yes, this is most definitely a mistake. One for the record books, for certain. For late-night trips to bars and conversations with colleagues, while others discuss how many souls they’d swindled in exchange for peanuts, or how many first-borns they’d been pledged for things idiot humans could have gained without divine intervention. Ugh. Sometimes it all just became so pedantic that little detours like this were a blessing—happy accidents, as the humans would say.

That’s why the demon does as asked, and plods slowly into the kitchen, careful to duck low and avoid the top of the doorframe. That’s why it gingerly takes the small glass pot and empties it of old, stale coffee and carefully, so carefully, takes a measuring scoop between its claws and fills the machine with fresh grounds. It’s as the hot water is percolating that the old woman returns, her index finger wrapped tight in a series of beige bandages.

“I’m surprised you’re so tall, Todd! I haven’t seen you since you were at my hip! But your mother mails photos all the time—you do love wearing all black, don’t you?” She takes a seat at the small round table in the corner and taps the glass lid of the cake plate with quaking, unsteady, aged hands. “I was starting to think you’d never visit. Your father and I have had our disagreements, but…I am glad you’re here, dear. Would you like some cake?” Before the demon has a chance to decline, she lifts the lid and cuts a generous slice from the near-complete circle that has scarcely been touched. It smells of citrus and cream and is, as assumed earlier, soggy, oversaturated with icing.

It was made for a special occasion, for guests, but it doesn’t seem this old woman receives much company in this musty, stagnant house that smells like an antique garage that hadn’t had its dust stirred in years.

Especially not from her absentee grandson, Todd.

The demon waits until the coffee pot is full, and takes two small mugs from the counter, filling them until steam is frothing over the rims. Then, and only then, does it accept the cake and sit, with some difficulty, in a small chair at the small table. It warbles out a polite ‘thank you,’ but it doesn’t suppose the woman understands. Manners are manners regardless.

“Oh, dear, I can hardly understand. Your voice has gotten so deep, just like your grandfather’s was. That, and I do recall you have an affinity for that gravelly, screaming music. Did your voice get strained? It’s alright, dear, I’ll do the talking. You just rest up. The coffee will help soothe.”

The demon merely nods—some communication can be understood without fail—and drinks the coffee and eats the cake with a too-small fork. It’s ordinary, mushy, but delicious because of the intent behind it and the love that must have gone into its creation.

“I hope you enjoyed all of the presents I sent you. You never write back—but I am aware most people use that fancy E-mail these days. I just can’t wrap my head around it. I do wish your mom and dad would visit sometime. I know of a wonderful little café down the street we can go to. I haven’t been; I wanted to visit it with Charles, before he…well.” She falls silent in her rambling, staring into her coffee with a small, melancholy smile. “I can’t believe it’s been ten years. You never had the chance to meet him. But never mind that.” Suddenly, and with surprising speed that has the demon concerned for her well being, she moves to her feet, bracing her hands on the edge of the table. “I may as well give you your birthday present, since you’re here. What timing! I only finished it this morning. I’ll be right back.”

When she returns, the white, grey and black crocheted work with the summoning circle is bundled in her arms.  

“I found these designs in an occult book I borrowed from the library. I thought you’d like them on a nice, warm blanket to fight off the winter chill—I hope you do like it.” With gentle hands, she spreads the blanket over the demon’s broad, spiky back like a shawl, smoothing it over craggy shoulders and patting its arms affectionately. “Happy birthday, Todd, dear.”

Well, that settles it. Whoever, wherever, Todd is, he’s clearly missing out. The demon will just have to be her grandson from now on.

[storiesabouthumanandthings]

Accidental Demon: Chapter 2

As he stood there, he wasn’t sure what to do. It was obvious it was a mistake that she summoned him but what now. He could kill her. She squinted at him. It actually scarred him. He thought it was a glare only the most powerful witches have but then he reminded himself to calm. This was most certainly not a witches lair. She then brightened up, “Todd! It has been so long since I have seen you. I was just making you a blanket for Christmas and here you are...” She looked down and saw the demon standing on the blanket, “and now you are standing on my hard work?!” A demon he may be, but stupid he was not.  He quickly stepped off. “That’s better. I am glad that you are here though I wish you had told me you were coming. I would have made you something to eat.” She toddled over to him and embraced him. ‘This was a confusing situation and it just keeps getting worse,’ the demon thought. He could hear the other demons mock him now. The thoughts were stopped by her voice again, “You have gotten so big. I see your mother is still feeding you well. And still in all that black stuff. I was hoping so with all my hard work on the blanket.” That is when his attention turned back to the blank. ‘THERE IS MY SUMMONING SYMBOL!’ he screamed in his head. “I asked the librarian for an old creepy book with weird symbols and they gave me this book with all sorts of different shapes so i made my own from them.” ‘Now it all makes sense. She made this for her dumb goth grandson, somehow made my symbol, had a small accident and bleed onto my symbol, and here I am.’

 “I have truly missed you Todd.” She hugged the demon again tightly. He felt warmth. This was a confusing warmth. He has felt the licking flames of hell, he has been in Phoenix in the summer during their greatest heat wave. But this was somehow warmer than any heat he has ever felt combined. “I hope you are staying over, I hope you like your room, I’ve been gathering things I thought you’d like. My is it really that late,” She peered at the clock, “You’d best get yourself to bed, we will go out in the morning for some food.” She picked up the blanket and wrapped it around his shoulders gently shoving him towards the stairs. The demon simply nods. He now had orders and could not leave. “I would love your help around the house tomorrow, I haven’t been able to do things since you last visited. Sleep well Todd. I love you.” He went into the only room that smelled of male. He walked in and could tell it has been many years since Todd has been here. It did have posters of what humans call metal and pentagrams but there was a layer of dust, even though he could see grandma has cleaned regularly. The longer he looked in the room, he could see that she truly did miss this Todd. She had made other items for Todd over the years but it was obvious Todd has never came by to collect his gifts. 

The demon thinks about tomorrow. It was obvious the old crone was blinder than a bat but her neighbors wouldn’t be. He started going though Todd’s clothes. He found some baggy pants that was probably 5 times to big for a young Todd but luckily that worked for the demon just fine. He did not approve of all the chains though. They made too much noise, would never work to sneak up on prey. None of the shirts fit but he found a hooded jacket that must have looked almost akin to a dress on young Todd. He found that there was embroidered patches, shapes, and pentagrams. He could tell all were done by the crone, stitch by stitch, by hand, none of it was store bought. Store bought was always bland and had a flaw that was found through out every other patch but this, it almost glowed. The demon could fell the love and effort the grandmother put in with every stitch. She has bled tonight for this Todd. This infuriated the demon. ‘I will meet with this Todd soon and show him what hell really is. It is not as pretty as they paint in all these ridiculous posters.’ The grandmother called from down stairs, “Good night honey, sweet dreams.” The demon then turned to a bed, a beautifully made bed. He was use to seeing them ripped and stained in sin. He did not wish to soil the bed and ruin the crone’s hard work. He grabbed a pillow, set it on the floor. He then turned back to the bed and slightly moved the blankets as though it was slept in so there would be no questions later. He laid down and slept as ordered. He did not have those sweet dreams though. He had never had dreams, in the rare times he could actually sleep, it was just a black void. His last thought was confusion, why was he  scared for the first time in centuries of what was to come the next day.

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Accidental Demon: Chapter 1

He could already tell that something was off. It took a few seconds after a summoning for him a Demon of Justice (basically boils down to a hit-man for witches) to be able to see and focus on his surroundings, but there was always noise, chanting, screaming, something. That was the first thing he noticed was the silence, the second thing was the floral couch. It was not often that he found himself confused but this was one of those rare occasions, he wasn’t in a witches house, an abandoned building, the forest, or a cemetery, no it seemed he was in a normal house, that was a first.

 Looking around at the empty room he could find nothing to indicate who or why he was summoned, he couldn’t even find his summoning symbol. After deciding that it was one of those rare occasions where the summoning had been unintentional he was just about to break something to send himself back when he heard a gasped “Oh my”. Turning around he saw a frightened and clearly confused old woman standing in the doorway clutching a bandage. 

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[eatbreathewrite]

Because there may be some confusion, here’s a few things to keep in mind:

The Todd and Annette story was a reblog branch off of my prompt response and those ideas belong to the person/people who contributed to it. The Todd and Granny series (with Todd and Granny Ethel) I’m writing is a direct continuation of my first prompt response that won’t touch on that reblog chain addition or involve the same elements/those elements in the same way because...those ideas don’t belong to me! Only my characters, prompt response, and series entries posted on this blog belong to me. 

So please take care to send messages and comments to the appropriate people! I love the additions and other people’s different spins on it, but it makes me a bit uncomfortable to get messages about the Annette story when I only provided a jumping-off point for the way that story developed, and there are many other ideas involved in that depending on where you look in the notes/reblogs! I am not associated with those. I will no longer reply to messages relating to that reblog chain, and please don’t tag me on it anymore, I promise you I have seen it. Many times.

I’m also no longer answering questions on whether or not you can make a comic/story/animation/etc on my Todd and Granny series anymore because--as I’ve mentioned before, the CC license is not only linked on my mobile description, but also my desktop blog page. Read it. Read it good. Please stop sending me messages about what you can do; my permissions and conditions are all provided in plain sight! And don’t forget to link me to what you’ve done.

And—because I’ve been approached a number of times about this: no, you may not turn Todd and Granny into a film or TV series or put it in any form that will turn a profit for you and requires people pay to access it. Todd and Granny is meant to be available, to everyone, freely. 

Finally, I do not endorse any kickstarters or go-fund-mes or money roundups related to Todd and Granny. I am not working together with anyone for anything related to this series. If I ever was?? You’d hear it here first.

I’m just a writer trying to write, y’all.

That said, thank you to everyone for your support! 

Also FYI here are ways you can show me your works directly inspired by Todd and Granny:

@eatbreathewrite 

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use #tags Todd and Granny or eatbreathewrite when you post!

[world-of-fire-and-flight]

I'm so, so, SO happy to see this across my dash for the first time. Seeing posts like this second hand honestly made me join this hellsite and I've loved pretty much every second since

An old and homely grandmother accidentally summons a demon. She mistakes him for her gothic-phase teenage grandson and takes care of him. The demon decides to stay at his new home.

[genius11rare]

For later

An old and homely grandmother accidentally summons a demon. She mistakes him for her gothic-phase teenage grandson and takes care of him. The demon decides to stay at his new home.