#larscore

I am sure that Lucky can describe the look that just crossed my face in great detail.

I have been aware that they are on Tumbler since they first joined it, I try avoiding them for what I feel are obvious reasons (we get enough trouble from @ask-the-possessor-ghost @ask-muncher-the-ghost @ask-slimer-theghost @ask-mini-pufts and do not even get me started on that menace of a bowling ball! - I begrudgingly admit I occasionally enjoy their company. Sometimes.)

As for two of the Big Three being married and having kids: What in the ever loving shit?!

It has said employ for over a year. A YEAR!

It was a very great time explaining this to Winston after missing 16 phone calls.

-- @asktobigrayson

So that's what that one rant was about. We were placing bets.

If your first guess was me, that would be correct.

I'm back now. Thankfully or fearfully I am not entirely sure...

I will be going through the back log of my inbox when I have the time, so feel free to send new questions if there are any!

...I hate to admit it but I've kind of missed you all and the chaos of this hellscape.

The Between (also called the Doors) is often mistaken for the Fae Realm. It is a never ending field and forest full of doors. You could come from anywhere and literally end up anywhen.

A door can be anything. A door in any regular building. The sliding doors to a grocers. An old well cover. A circle of mushrooms. A cardboard box…

Doors can open to any point in time. They can open anywhere on this planet. They can even open to parallel dimensions like the redscale dimension. Think greyscale, but everything is a shade of red.

The Between is guarded by a creature (Lars calls it the Guardian because that’s what its purpose seems to be). Most of the time, it presents itself as an angry mass of shadows, screeching and screaming at any living thing it sees. It is assumed that the Guardian eats what it considers trespassers into its realm, however this has never been seen by a living being.

Currently, the only know safe place is on the other side of a red farmhouse door. That will take you to the home of a couple named Olly and Jenny. They are farmers who are so used to accidentally traveler’s mistaking them for fae that they have begun to play into the idea.