Daily OpusEverything I write is freely rebloggable. Just keep the source and tell people about my books :D [Until I decide otherwise, my pronouns are Ze/Hir/Hirself. As in "Ze went to the shops to get hir medication hirself". Thank you for the respect.]
TIL… that in the middle ages there was a popular belief in a demon of language, one who collected the words of people women gossiping in church, and the mumbled syllables of priests who weren’t saying mass properly. He was also held responsible for scribal errors. “Later he haunted printing presses, causing typesetters to make mistakes.”
TIL… there is a typo demon, it has a name, and it is Tutivillus (Titivillus).
Can he leave me alone please
I asked and he said ni.
Hey Tedbaldus, you missed a letter.
Now he has taken residence in Autocorrect, which is why it always turns your thoughts into word salad when you try to text.
“There is no room for demons, when you’re already self-possessed” - Carrie Fisher – @recklessprudence
The demon Az'bar'bijol, once summoned, launched itself at the luckless human who was foolish enough to read its incantation out loud. And almost got the spiritual equivalent of a concussion when it was repelled by a possessing force already in residence, so to speak.
“Nice try,” said the human. “But you can’t do that with me. And… soon as I whip up a binding spell, you won’t be free to do mischief in the mortal realm either.”
“What?” said the demon Az'bar'bijol. “How?” It looked around. The human had made a perfect summoning circle and made certain that it could not exit through any crack. And it was ringed about with sea salt. “Why?”
