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sisters saying goodbye

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Meeting shale for the fist time:
Thor Doth Say Thee NAY! (by Jim Mooney, Frank Giacoia & Dave Hunt from Marvel Team-Up #26, 1974)
The Hand of Fate - Shower Scene
Here is a short snippet from the introduction to one of my newest WIPs. I’m now over 2k words into this WIP. :D 5k words written today and still going! Enjoy, guys.

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Inquisitor: (In Valammar) I can’t wait to fight with The Hero of Ferelden!
THOF: *looking at The Deep Roads entrance* Who tf put up this shitty wood to keep The Darkspawn back?
Inquisitor: *sweating* UHHHHH
Fake anime screenshot????
based on this fanfic by @ruhez
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Thee Hand ov Fate 8-5-18: Shamanic Enchantment
COYOTE 696 OV 23
Did a red meal for my fetch (double? Fairy lover? I dunno, I’m not up on my trad terms). I didn't have wine or bread so I used whiskey, beef, and corn tortillas instead as I figured nightshade/flesh/corn serves similar enough purposes to be effective. I was really, really drunk for the ritual (been drinking since 11 am, whoops) and used a bit of Datura ointment. I then did my usual process for a red meal - dug a pit, drew the Sator table (minus the mawkin), stripped, read the rite, ate, and then laid down on the blanket to look at the stars while quietly chanting, “Come to me, for I am you and you are me”. This time around I didn’t do any sort of banishing before or after, dunno why but it didn’t seem appropriate.