“Help me gain control. Power. Traction. I can make myself seem like I’m more than just a cat. I can look like a savior, a messiah. I just need you to do whatever you can to make it look like I’m more powerful than I really am, and I’ll handle the rest.”
“Don’t talk to strangers,” Sleepsong advised softly, looking utterly relieved that she was taking him seriously. The starry scar where one of his eyes should’ve been twinkled softly in the dark. “Don’t communicate with anyone outside the clan unless it’s absolutely necessary. Listen to your intuition, no matter what.”
CONTENT WARNING: Discussion of genocide, self-destructive ideation
CONTENT WARNING: Discussion of child neglect, implied/referenced terminal illness
“What was it like when you were growing up?” Astrid asked Finner while he watched her weave some dandelions into a chain. “I know you were raised pretty much alone. Did you ever wish you had friends?”
The second thing to hit Olifur was a surprisingly well-placed punch to the shin, followed by “HEY! EYES DOWN HERE!” in an indignant voice. Almost toppling over backwards in shock, Olifur clumsily caught her footing and looked down to see dark skin and a pointy red cap, hands on the little figure’s hips like a small child trying to be stern.
CONTENT WARNING: vomit, descriptions of abuse, light descriptions of injury, intrusive thoughts
“A librarian finds a 9-foot scroll on one of the shelves. When they ask their apprentice ‘How did that get there?’ the apprentice replies ‘I dunno, but it must be a long story.’”
AUTHOR’S NOTE: The Fae seen in my works are PURELY FICTIONAL and based on a mixture of legends from actual Celtic cultures. DO NOT use this as a source, that is disrespectful to the original cultures and very much against the author’s wishes. Classification: Divine, subclass of spirit Sentience: Sapient, cognisant Habitat: Tìr Na Neart (once throughout the British Isles as well) Diet: Omnivorous Other names: Faeries, Fey, Fair Folk, Good Neighbors, Faery, Aes Sídhe, Sith, Tylwyth Teg, Tuatha de…
CONTENT WARNING: Implied/referenced genocide
“A Trollkiller,” he whispered. Any self-respecting Troll knew the purpose of such a machine. When the Wild had finally taken back what was rightfully its, humanity had fought back at first. They engineered machines in all shapes and sizes, designed to track down and kill Trolls in a desperate attempt to stop the invasion.
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CONTENT WARNING: Referenced genocide
“Child,” her grandmother’s voice echoed in her head, “For every Troll they have killed, every sin they have committed, we will kill twice as many humans. One day, you will be there to see what a world clean of their carnage looks like.”