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This is a Muslim home. Why does Anubis hold out his hand for me?

It is my thanks. You were once a girl with your own tita who taught you the ways of Egypt old. Of when the Nile was full and flooded. She told you stories of the wolf and the jackal, the red wind and of the child of Bast.

I remember.

You do. And for that I bring you to the scales.

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Ezra listen to me! He’s using you!

UPDATE 4 IS IN PRODUCTION!

This time, we’ll be introducing a wide variety of characters, including a few Undertale OCs! I am very stoked to bring the next update! I’m not ready quite yet, but have a quick preview of what you can expect!

In addition, I’m always doing requests for the pixeling stack! I’ll probably make a clean and neat version, but here’s the simple things to keep in mind:

1. I need a reference. Preferably in color, so that I’m not guessing colors.

2. It needs to be a character I’ve already done. Please don’t pester me about doing Asgore or Undyne AUs; I haven’t gotten there yet.

3. Please request only once per update. That way, I have time to do everyone else’s requests, as well as anything I want to put in.

With that in mind, feel free to submit your AUs (yours or someone else’s!) with the Submit button up on top. I look forward to seeing what AUs you can show me!

@help-tale @zombie-frisk @friisans @underfellfangame @happyflowey @tylersjunk @ut-talemix

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{southern  gothiccombeferre + courfeyrac
with inspirational assistance from dameferre

combeferre had been young and foolish with only a fiddle to his name when he came across the stranger with yellow eyes and a forked tongue. the deal was simple and if he had been only a few years wiser he would have turned around and walked away without saying another word. i’ll give you money, i’ll give you fame, you’ll play that damned fiddle every night and day. i’ll give you fifteen out of generosity, son, and that’s all it takes – just write your name. it took a signature and that was it, his name on a line, and he had written it while holding his breath but he swore he had been coerced against his better judgment by some ungodly force of nature. the devil walked out of town that night and took a contract with him.

of course combeferre played that fiddle like no one else in the whole damn town, the whole state even, and that only gave him enough recognition to eat and sleep and he supposed that was good enough. of course they tried to outplay him, god he tried to let them win, but his fingers moved far faster. he meets courfeyrac by chance one night when the fireflies are flashing and the summer heat permeates across the prairie. he’s the one lounging out on his porch plucking strings of his banjo and humming some lyric-less tune. “did your papa teach you how to play? you’re pretty good, i’ve watched you before. let’s play a tune…!” courfeyrac calls from the porch over the chirping of crickets. combeferre knows better now after four years that time’s precious and it’s best to think things through before doing a thing – but of all things another song can’t hurt.

they play until their fingers are sore and it’d be a duel and they couldn’t just stop looking at one another under what feels like the haze of moonshine blues. there are ghosts and things all around in graveyards and abandoned buildings – perhaps that’s to blame who’s to know. courfeyrac lets combeferre stay in his home at the expense of a few simple chores (he wouldn’t make him do a thing if combeferre didn’t insist). they play on the porch when the wind howls and they swear they hear gospel in the faintest chime of bells.  they find themselves laying out in the bed of courfeyrac’s rusty ole truck staring at up the stars mumbling nothings as if time wasn’t slowly running out. 

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