Sure, other platforms may call them “followers” too, but only Tumblr can capture the feel of a faceless crowd of huddled masses trailing after you about a city block’s distance away, picking up pages of your diary or scrawlings that you drop on the ground as you walk along. Some of these people have been there for years. Some only joined the crowd last week. Collectively, the crowd is ancient and ageless. Who are they? What do they want from you? Nobody knows. Walk a little faster.
“Fuck you, my child is fine.” Your child got turned into a 90 year old woman by the Witch of the Waste then got a job in the moving castle terrorizing Market Chipping.
@boleynbitch HOLY SHIT MY MOM SCARRED ME THE FUCK UP WITH BABA YAGA STORIES
Baba Yaga’s Hut, in silver and gold plated brass, hand carved by Moon and Serpent Website or Etsy
Baba Yaga is a crone witch in Slavic folklore. The Bone Mother is an old woman with a very long crooked nose, piercing cold eyes, and iron teeth. She is also called Baba Yaga Boney Legs, because, in spite of a ferocious appetite, she is as thin as a skeleton and sometimes described as having one leg, reference to her link to snakes.
She lives deep in the forest in a hut that rests on giant chicken legs that can move around. In some stories her house doesn’t have any windows or doors. In some it has windows but no door. It is said that windows serve as eyes to watch over her domain. The fence post around the hut is built out of human bones and is topped with human skulls.
This one was a little bit more challenging to do than I thought it would be – and that was mostly in all the detail (RIP) ,as well as figuring out ways to adapt a Klimt-esque look to Howl. It was really tempting to put him in his pink jacket since it lends itself to rectangular form so well. However I just had to go and make things difficult for myself… because I love his transformed version!