mudstone sentinel

my son, John

Went to bed half dressed, for godsakes.
Next, he'll be diddling dumplings.

Mr. Micawber

He was sure something would turn up, 

but it was always another creditor.

Babba Yagga

She lives in a house atop dancing chicken legs and is surrounded by the bones of the slow. She flies above the treetops in a mortar and pestle, searching for children she can kidnap. She ain't Glinda.

I sent this one to Steph in Belgium, who posted it and asked for help naming it. Wondrous Strange identified her as Babba Yagga and used her in this fine creation.

pre-existing

How health insurers see us.

Davy Jones

Sways,
fathoms deep in the drink,
tangled in rigging,
welcoming sailors.

cunning crafter

called upon to counter witchcraft

Oscar Krapotkin

recent runner-up on
Who Wants To Sing Like a Buzzard Plucked Corpse?

almost normal