Welcome, welcome!

Decided to make a IC Blog-style blog for this Fae duo. Because why not.

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Fanden Tyken, the main user of the blog, a Jotun who sort of got mistaken for a demon and ran with it. They might act a lot like your rich and overly friendly distant uncle figure. Is a great violinist and musician, dancer, and a social butterfly.

Together with their partner Erik, a introvertedy sleep paralysis demon Mara. With an interest in poetry, art, religion and deep conversations. The much more serious one of the two who might not bother with the blog too much.

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Oh dear, now how do we talk about this?

Hm. No, I feel this may perhaps be a little too personal to share in detail. You'll have my apologies for that.

Yes to both. There is unfortunately not much to say to add any narrative interest to these minor experiences.

Oh, you know what? I think it's different depending on if you're going through someone's blog page and if you're using the dashboard. I have no idea if mobile is different I don't really use it much.

Aw that's sweet! It is kind of like a little personal adventure, even! Love is an adventure 😌

Nyeh heh, that one is pretty fun then! Very charming.

Oh it starts off pretty sad, but she's determined to make her own way!

Thank you for sharing them all with me

Oh I see, I see! I sent it through the dashboard, so perhaps that may have been the case then. How strange how that would matter so much when it would have made more sense for it to work evenly through all channels.

I suppose love is a personal adventure as you say!

Continuing details for the third song as I find its details so fun; She indeed did! She is described to have ran away to the ‘’beach where the ocean were’’ implying that her true love was a fisherman. Which was a much lower social position compared to her betrothed who had gold and money.

When she gets to the beach and her love, the narrative shifts over to him to notice (roughly translated);

 ‘‘I see, I see on your white fingers so small, on your ring finger a wedding band have sat’‘ ‘‘I see, I see in your gold yellow hair where the bridal crown used to be’‘  ‘’I see, I see on your white breasts that they’ve never given a child comfort’‘

Ha! I aim to please, Mx. Tyken!

It mostly comes down to Anodyne being a semi-solid mass of magic - she’s entirely capable of absorbing her catches whole and processing what she needs of them without passing them through a full digestive system. They tend to stay relatively intact until fairly late in the process, so it’s more a matter of me getting the timing right. Or what she decides to give me.

How convenient! Fascinating little critter that Anodyne. Sounds like a much faster process than what a little heat and time for decomposition could ever do.

You’re certainly welcome to some!

I have a handful of spare skulls and a couple of theoretically complete skeletons in boxes - I haven’t had a chance to go through them and some of the more fragile pieces may have dissolved completely. Brown rats mostly? And a few of the skulls are mice of some kind.

A surprise and a puzzle, how fun! You really are spoiling me, Ms. Crowley. I am sure whatever greets me, whole or lost, will put a nice big smile on my face.