#old hag witch

[weirdlookindog]

La fée Carabosse ou le poignard fatal | 1906 | dir. Georges Méliès

[bedbabayka-art]

NO WAY🤯🤯🤯

[alliedn]

My old man hag (and his fa-)

[raiswanson]

New WIP who dis

I will make no excuses for my tomfoolery. My fate in life is to perpetually seed WIPs which take years to sprout and even longer to harvest. Weird analogy aside I come bearing an excerpt from a fun little thing about a famed, fatigued hero who gets sent on a fairy tale quest with a really snarky witch ✨

(full 300~ word excerpt under the cut! Next excerpt [here])

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The markings on the cave walls did not belong to a drake.

“It isn’t too big, a warrior like you will have no trouble,” they’d said.

Eodenon’s furry ass it isn’t.

I scowled and ran my hand across the smooth, polished wall. The scales that had rubbed these grooves out belonged to a fully fledged dragon, not a mere drake. Perhaps not a fully grown dragon, if the size of the tunnel was anything to go by, but a dragon all the same. Significantly more dangerous than what I’d been contracted to handle. Were the people of the village fools, or simply cheap?

That had an obvious answer. They’d intended to short me. Wait for me to deal with the beast and then play ignorant, wring their hands and purses, and risk angering me to spare a few coins.

Ought to just leave the thing to eat them all.

Hands on my hips, I stepped back and contemplated turning around. I hadn’t gone too far inside the cave. It might not have noticed my intrusion yet. The cave was still silent and cool, and I’d seen no sign of life yet. I had time to retreat and reconsider the job.

A grumble from my stomach told me to advance anyway. No, if I went back to the village to try renegotiating my fee, the beast might notice it had had a visitor and take to the air, taking my pay with it. A shorted paycheck was better than one never received.

Scrubbing my face, I sighed and resumed creeping down the tunnel. At least, even if they planned to squabble with me over payment, I could still take the additional balance out of their pantries. I knew they had that to spare. The people of Eoden always did.

[arianwen44]

Day 24 - Hag - who wouldn’t want to run into this sweet old lady on a misty day? ☁️😱

[yoursghouly]

[thuun]

A recurring green hag character across our d&d campaigns, a curiosity/magic shop owner named Mora. Mora’s shop can mysteriously pop up anywhere there’s a large enough city, and she always manages to have rare components and unique/interesting items in stock.

She also, importantly, has a mail-order catalog. In traditional campaigns you can pick up paper catalogs at her shop. The Old Crone’s Catalog can be filled out and burned in a fire pit with the appropriate amount of money (which magically disappears) and your items will be delivered by Raven within a few days.

In modern times, you can just download her holophone app.

[thecrowinggriffon]

Nightmare material

[oldhagtournament]

ROUND 1 - GROUP A

Propaganda under the cut

Odin

shes a scientist! she's an engineer! unknowable horrors have been singing to her in her dreams for decades! she caused the end of the universe as we know it! she was really horny for that train!

She built a train to bring an outer world god to destroy her system, that she ruled over. She is so bat-shit and canonically wanted to fuck the train!

She literally is the serpent that shall poison the sky and boil the sea. The land shall freeze eternal as Yog-Sothoth beckons us hence, whose voice she heard when first they built the track so long ago.

Stygian Witches

3 old hags for the price of one. theyre 3 sisters that see and know all - they have to share one singular eyeball between all of them and bc of that theyre always fightinggg

often attemped in other media but its never been better than in clash of titans imo (i do think theyre funny in the godawful 2nd pjo movie tho)

[chai-en-kaadhale]

sometimes you remember the childhood book series that no one ever talks about and feel emotions

[weirdlookindog]

The Demon is a Hag - Gredown, Australia, 1978?

source

[alphabetsoupcup]

surely i’ll be able to stay awake long enough to watch joe in fallon tonight right? …right??

[costumedump]

The Old Hag

Animatronic

Disneyland

1970s

[everymariemjolnir]

[emilydickinsonsghost]

Everyone talks about turning 30 and becoming an “old hag” and a “spinster” (derogatory) but what about being an old hag and a spinster in the cool mysterious witchy independent goth babe way, huh, what about that?

Be the freaky spinster that everyone talks about because she lives all alone at the edge of town with her cats and haunts the forests at night in her sweeping black gown and cloak and grows poisonous herbs in her garden bc she’s probably a witch and is also probably in a Boston marriage with the quirky “old maid” librarian

Like, that’s kind of hot and aspirational!

I for one can’t wait to become an old hag and terrify the menfolk with my unmaidenly ways.

Also please excuse me while I go write a Neo-Victorian gothic novel about lesbian spinsters ✌️

[sunnydayzes]

"She seems like a very nice girl, Mr. Goth. I enjoyed talking to her", Dina said softly, doing her best to turn on the praise in front of him.

"Oh, no need to be so formal. You can call me Morty.", Mortimer said with a chuckle. "Dina, Cassie has always been very shy and this arrangement was not her idea. She might be defensive at first, but I promise, she could use a friend like you in her life."

"Like me? Why do you say that?". Dina asked, titling her head as she tried to figure out exactly what it was that he was trying to say.

"I just meant that you seem very outgoing, and sure of yourself. Cassie has always been too focused on her music to really try to talk to other people and get to know them. She's also always been a very well....sad child. I fear some of that might be my doing. She gets her creativity from me. But, I just....I wish she could see that there's more to life than being stuck in her room working on writing music. It's her senior year! She should be out with friends enjoying herself before..."

Mortimer's voice suddenly trailed off as he realized what he was saying. It was as though he was about to unravel some big secret to Dina; one that he wasn't supposed to talk about. He chuckled nervously, reaching up to rub at the back of his neck.

"I'm sorry for going on like that. It's just that...you seem very easy to talk to.", Mortimer said, as he stood up off the couch he had been sitting at.

"No apologies necessary, Mr.....Morty.", Dina said, as she stood as well, as she heard her mother calling for her up the stairs. "It was nice listening to you. I'm glad you care about your daughter this much."

Dina couldn't imagine what it was like to have a father that cared this much about her wellbeing. She hadn't spoken to hers in years.

"Tell Cassie that we will be waiting for her at Pin Alley Lounge tonight at 7pm.", she said as she reached out to offer Mortimer her hand to shake, which he accepted. "It was very nice to meet you, Mr. Goth."

"It was nice to meet you as well, Miss Caliente."

"Dina."

Mortimer smirked as his hand lingered in his for a bit longer than he should have. Dina noticed out of the corner of her eye that they were being watched, but she wasn't sure that Mortimer had. She ignored Bella Goth; and she ignored the look of anger on her face as she finally released her hand and began to move away from Mortimer.

"Coming, Mama.", she called finally, as she heard her mother began to try and walk down the stairs to come and find her.

Everything was coming together for Dina and nothing could stop her.