#aster lepus

“I’m flattered but you’d have to ask vesca first” he scratches the top of a sleeping vescas head “we were so lucky she took to milo.” they say almost cooing like theyre talking about an actual cat “otherwise I would’ve probably found his body on my doorstep as a gift…assuming he wouldn’t have be fed to the corn of course”

basic idea is white rose bushes in the vauge shape of a golem with a star in the chest. shape is mainly based around copper golems but if their heads ended at the shoulders cause there the perfect little helper designs

you’re going to go mad in a tower originally built as an alter to your greed and ego but is now naught but a prison with your own spiraling paranoia as the guard keeping you inside and swallowing you whole. as much as you’d try to point fingers at the people who supposedly abandoned you, you cannot deny your signature in the walls as you are the one that placed every brick surrounding you after all. the fact that you pushed away every single person that gave you a hint of kindness that you never deserved, pushing down into the dirt even as you stepped on them to climb higher your spit upon their face being your only thanks for the hand they stretched out to you, the people who retaliated yelled of your own sins as they clawed against you like a wild animal fighting for its own survival against the hunter strangling it, is all your doing.

you’ll scream as you hear the scratching on the walls thinking its the rats you kicked down once again coming to bite at you and eat away at your tower once more not realizing its your own hand scratching against it. as everyone has forgotten your name, only knowing you as a warning of what not to become, the maddened fool in the tower of his own demise

again, what I say to you is not a curse, not a threat, not even a vision, but an observation as obvious as one would make apon looking at darkening clouds and declaring it will rain. your so called desire for a legacy that is but a poor disguise for your greed for inevitably pointless riches so intense it’d make a dragon blush will be your downfall. the question is not will you fight against it, the stars know you’d ignore any warning givin to you as you ignore any word thats not your own, but how soon it will be realized.

“thats the way life works! get used to it”

“I’ve lived how longer than you have-I’ve been alive longer than you have.”

that is until youre still getting wrapped by the unburned plants, the thorned vines climbing up and tying around your body as the flames crawl twards you, despite becoming delicate theres still a pull to the vines even as they burn, and theres so many its still overwhelming

the vines digging into the walls, slowly breaking them down as the fire envelops the floor and creeps up the walls

like im imaging gomez and mortica walk up to milo cause they notice the new people hes brought and OBVIOUSLY they have to meet to new people and they’re like “so are you actually a witch or is it an aesthetic choice? you are?! oh fantastic you HAVE to meet mother she’ll love you!” and they drag stars to meet grandma and the rest of the family cause milo brought home a witch! you wouldn’t expect it from the bright colors!