Latest Posts by thoughtsofagremlin - Page 5

Your parents hadn’t wanted to give you up. It was a hard season, but surely there had to be better ways. You knew better.

You could practically taste the salt of the soil, and as useless as you were as a planter, you could still tell things about your home, and right now your home was dying. You told them to do it. The only way they knew to ensure a good harvest, for now and forever. Offer a child in the dark part of the woods, where the mushroom circles were clumped together and hard to avoid. Where the fey courts lay.

The fey were surprised to see someone so grown as a child offered. Your smile is not the cute instinct of a babe, but something malicious. You knew how cruel the world could be, with your paper lungs and twisted spine. You who were nothing but a burden to your poor family of farmers.

The fey still take you. A bargain is a bargain, and they could not back out now. There were no lies, and the fey should have expected tricks. They make do, as most creatures will. You are to be wed to a creature whose name has long disappeared, whose every other spouse had vanished. An appeasement, they said. You figured you were going to be killed by your spouse for ‘entertainment’, like the horror stories you heard as a child.

The wedding is a blur of fancy outfits and your frail body being forced into dances that seemed to twist and warp it even further. Your bones crackle as you spin, on the edge of forgetting your own name. Then, just as quickly as the dance begins, it ends.

Your new spouse takes you ti their home, tells you the tricks to the courts. Do not speak unless spoken to, don’t eat the fruit or drink the wine, salt your food, and more. It all seems to blend together, yet you’re sure you could recite those rules by heart as soon as you hear them.

The first few days are quiet. Your spouse seems almost… afraid. Like they’re unsure what to do. Like they’ve never seen a human like you. You fill your time with the few tasks you knew how to complete at home- weaving scraps of thread or grass into cloth. One of the only things you were good for, now a comfort in this unfamiliar place.

You soon find a basket of weaving materials and a loom set up.

You remember what your spouse said about there being no such thing as a gift here in the courts, and so you immediately set to work making something in return. Weaving and cutting and sewing the cloth until it takes shape. The fae and their finery have no use for the simple clothes you make, so you instead make something entirely human: a child’s toy.

You gift the toy and receive an invitation. Dinner with your spouse. It is awkward and stiff and if you look a little too long you can see the flaws in the humanity of their form- but you talk.

There is another invitation the next night.

Your spouse is not, in fact, some dark creature. They are a lonely remnant, the powerful fae of ancient lore. They are scared to break you, their only companion as the courts move on to new ages without them. You assure them you will not let them.

Slowly, as you begin to know more and see more, you begin to see beyond the human facade they put on around you. Their power leaking through the cracks.

It’s beautiful.

There is birdsong and the smell of flowers that leaks through, enticing and earthy. You laugh with your spouse, and when you fall into silence you lean on them and listen to the babbling brook they have in replacement for a heartbeat.

Sometimes you miss your farm, but you know your parents are probably happier, no longer burdened as their harvest is plentiful. You have changed too much to go back to them, become too much fae and not enough human. Yet you have found a place of belonging here, in a spouse who is made of the beautiful parts of nature in a world of strange rules and laws. You have found a home, somewhat loving, and it is all you could ask for.

your parents just sold you as their firstborn to a fey. problem is you’re already an adult.

"Pride month is over"

WRONG! Your pride month is over! Me and all the other disabled queers are having pride month two: disability edition

YOU hates terfs

you, reading this. you're a creature now. reblog to creature your followers

You should never be allowed outside

it’s dangerous to go alone! take this

WHAT do you want

it’s dangerous to go alone! take this

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Above image is a pride flag with every color band represented by a NASA image. White is Earth clouds, pink is aurora, blue is the Sun in a specific wavelength, brown is Jupiter clouds, black is the Hubble deep field, red is the top of sprites, orange is a Mars crater, yellow is the surface of Io, green is a lake with algae, blue is Neptune, and purple is the Crab Nebula in a specific wavelength.

genuinely this website is horrible. every few days they totally nuke another random popular trans girl who has never ever broken a rule, and everybody but trans girls shut up about it and forgets immediately. like HELLO???? Charlottan was banned for literally NO REASON why am i not seeing hammer car explosion 2??? why are the majority of TME people just ignoring that trans girls are absolutely being specifically targeted for removal with no excuse??? does nobody else care any more????

Real reason to dress in cool outfits: Giving your artist friends reference material

bobby 2 seconds after castlevania dlc release

thanks to @thoughtsofagremlin for the outfit reference. I gotta put everyone's favorite dead cells protagonist in funny clothes

alt version (black lineart)

“So…it’s like drugs?”

“It’s better than drugs, Jeremy.”

Love writing an absolute war crime of a fanfic. I did zero research outside of the one Special Interest aspect of this fic. I am purposefully mischaracterizing your fave to have a plot. I have entirely disregarded canon. The best part? I don’t care if anyone likes it because I’m only writing it to get the words to exit my brain.

just realized that in order for my fics to be finished and posted, I’d have to actually write them myself. shocking.

*laughs because it's a joke, but then someone comments on your fanfiction and it's the best day of your life*

Fanfiction writers only want one* thing and it’s disgusting

*Comments where you explain in excruciating detail how each line made you feel

Some new ao3 author: Idk, I’m nervous about posting fics, especially without a beta, plus they’re pretty short…

Me, sitting atop my pile of 20+ mini fics, 90% of them unbetad and cringe: DO IT!

Only day you can rb this

“Is it okay if I draw fanart of your fanfic?👉🏼👈🏼”

My brother in Christ we shall have a spring wedding

one of the most important things, perhaps the most important thing I have learned in my life is that nice people can fuck each other up in monstrous ways. people can be bone deep kind and loving and self reflective and still lash out under pressure. people can be earnestly neighbourly and charitable and hospitable and generous and still find themselves in situations where they become selfish. people can be well meaning and easygoing and gregarious and hold deep seated opinions that turn them into vicious little bullies under the right conditions. nobody is just one thing, and nobody stays one way. every person is a kaleidoscope and they will surprise you. you will surprise yourself. it's not a warning and it's not a judgement and it's not an excuse, and it's certainly not a reason to stop trying or to stop trusting. it is just a fact.

It’s me. I’m the consequences. Count your days because they are numbered.

i am being hunted by a persistence predator called the consequences of my actions

This machine kills AI

My friend is trying to tell the coworkers who haven’t talked to me a lot about my ao3 (they’ve done this before). I want to die every time.

Sorry for making your fave a troublemaker whose shenanigans no one will ever believe because in canon they’re “well-behaved”. It will happen again.

Can some of you be helpful and give support? Ok thanks!

lol i keep forgetting to to post. anyways chappell roan wip. wife. i love her. im gonna kill myself thus is gna take so fucking long to render why did i start dthis i have a million other wips to work on.......

hehe. mwah. smooches u.

Boss is asleep, cannot stop me from frogposting

I’m just going to leave this here…

Parents continue to roast people better than we ever could.

Mom: Why does my child always act like something from out of a Stephen King novel?

Dad: Because she’s a clown (like the one from IT)

Fic Im working on that I want someone to take from me because I have 3 WIPs

I just want a more talented author to take this off my hands. It’s not going well.

Emanator Sampard

Becoming an emanator is a two way street. You have to get the gaze of an Aeon and then accept the power they grant you (like how the trailblazer had to actually take the lance)

Qlipoth wants Gepard as an emanator since he’s a great protector, sacrifices himself for Belobog, etc.

Gepard does not want to become an emanator and spread Qlipoth’s will. He wants to stay in Belobog and protect it and his family

Gepard is also being terrible about this whole thing. He’s given up on being civil and is basically biting at Qlipoth’s hand

Qlipoth is frustrated but stubborn

Enter Aha, who shows up to bother Qlipoth

Offers to help (for the chaos ofc)

Qlipoth accepts

Aha sends their emanator (Sampo) to go convince Gepard

Whoops they are now thrown together due to Aeon Shenanigans

They learn about each other as Sampo tries to convince Gepard and they fall in love? Somewhere along the way?