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.
General: Biology: Pod structure:
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.”
CONTENT WARNING: Blood and injury
Helgi could feel the way it weakened bit by bit with every breath, fading from his tail and underbelly like the sunset into night. His body was dulling it to conserve the energy it burnt, vital to keeping him alive through his injuries. He watched with intent blue eyes the same color as the borealis still shifting above him. The earth around him smelled like soil and pine needles and metal.
“Beware the one who will bring down the stars, and trust what grows in the dark.”
CONTENT WARNING: Mentioned suicide, survivor’s guilt
Surrounded by dark pines, it seemed like the gates of a unique heaven had opened up above the quartet, beckoning them in.
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Ravenpaw was weighed down by rocks of guilt. Her sister’s bird swooped above her head, wheeling above the thick ferns as they guided her back to Redwoodclan’s camp, but she could hardly find it in herself to look. She hadn’t meant to cause any trouble for the calico, she swore, but this was what she got for being a fool. She’d let the person who was quite possibly the coolest cat ever down. It’d been ages since she stood next…