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I leave tumblr for a week and return to a dangerous crow boy whose job it is to destroy plastic?? I don’t know why he’s considered dangerous but I suggest we just put him in an ocean. He’ll have enough work until we figure something out with the faes
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so is the dangerous crow boy like the janitor of the fae world?
to all my mutuals: im sorry about all the dangerous crow boy posting. i am never going to stop.
i walk into the fae world but the only plastic i have on me is the polymer grip of my Glock-19. what now, crow boy.
14 September 2024
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Crackling creek
running through the trees, jumping over logs. nothing could stop her, not anymore. she only slowed down as the tarein became familiar, that mossy rock, the tree she carved a long, long time ago. was it really so long already? when she would dance with her friends and beloved, among the brambles and bushes?
there. she could hear babbling brook, the singing stream that changed her. never. never would she be the same after her love hopped over the line, crossed into the other side.
there. she saw it. she heard it. that dazzling smile, such charming laughter. Every time she came to the creek she fell in love all over. her love on the other side of the water, beckoning, taunting her to just take a few more steps. there were the river steps, there was her love, but neither of them would ever cross the stepping stones again.
like always she smiled back, back at the one she loved on the other side, asked them to come back. her heart broke, just like every time before. she knew her love would never come back and she could never join, on the other side. so she left. her feet, dragging in the underbrush, her tears left at the creek.
Fae world inspo board
The Fae rolls herself off the net, catching rope in hand as she swings down, landing on black pointed leather boots. She dusts off her shoulders which are covered in a trailing brown leather jacket. “Gear heads aren’t allowed near that.” She nods to the control panel and looks me up and down, hands at her sides and face expressionless.
“To be fair, I was admiring the craftsmanship. And I take that as a compliment, by the way.” I bite out the words at the end. The Fire Fae smirks and rubs her chin. She walks towards me, much taller than I and perhaps even Pan. A porcelain hand extends between us and I stare at it, confusion drawing my brows together. I hold out my hand, unsure what to do.
“It’s called a handshake, dummy.” She grasps my hand firmly, and before I can grip back she releases me. “You may call me Captain. There are three rules on this ship. No brawling, no drinking and no back talk.”
