Elaine And Gareth For The Arthurian Ask Game. Also, Is The 'we Just Got A Letter' Tag A Reference To

Microstory

“Sanctuary,” the child cried, running into the library. “Nice try,” the guard following after sneered, “but only holy places can grant sanctuary.” The librarians glanced at each other. A small nod. The head librarian gave the guard a stern look. “Sanctuary granted.”

There’s thousands of people out there right now crying about a dog that was sent to space. I’m one of them too. She’s been dead for so long but we made art about her. We made songs for her. We named new puppies after her. We put up a statue in her honor.

How can you say humanity is inherently evil when we still mourn for a dog that died in 1957? We love you Laika.

“Are you the witch who turned eleven princes into swans?”

The old woman stared at the figure on the front step of her cottage and considered her options. It was the kind of question usually backed up by a mob with meaningful torches, and it was the kind of question she tried to avoid.

Coming from a single dusty, tired housewife, it should’ve held no terrors.

“You a cop?”

The housewife twisted the hem of her apron. “No,” she muttered. “I’m a swan.”

A raven croaked somewhere in the woods. Wind whispered in the autumn leaves.

Then: “I think I can guess,” the old woman said slowly. “Husband stole your swan skin and forced you to marry him?”

A nod.

“And you can’t turn back into a swan until you find your skin again.”

A nod.

“But I reckon he’s hidden it, or burned it, or keeps it locked up so you can’t touch it.”

A tiny, miserable nod.

“And then you hear that old Granny Rothbart who lives out in the woods is really a batty old witch whose father taught her how to turn princes into swans,” the old woman sighed. “And you think, ‘Hey, stuff the old skin, I can just turn into a swan again this way.’

“But even if that was true – which I haven’t said if it is or if it isn’t – I’d say that I can only do it to make people miserable. I’m an awful person. I can’t do it out of the goodness of my heart. I have no goodness. I can’t use magic to make you feel better. I only wish I could.”

Another pause. “If I was a witch,” she added.

The housewife chewed the inside of her cheek. Then she drew herself up and, for the first time, looked the old woman in the eyes.

“Can you do it to make my husband miserable?”

The old woman considered her options. Then she pulled the wand out from the umbrella stand by the door. It was long, and silver, and a tiny glass swan with open wings stood perched on the tip.

“I can work with that,” said the witch.

renaissance in the 21st century

finding out there's a frankenstein ballet and that it was in october of last year…DEVASTATING

look at this. look at these. im foaming at the mouth

Oh Laika, patron saint of one way trips, I hope our sun is a warm yellow ball to forever play with.

"irreversible side effects of HRT" all of life is irreversible. i cannot go back a single second in time

thanks for the spamn bro, love ur account btw /lh

You're welcome and TYSM! 🖤🖤🖤

I love being able to fix and repair stuff, or have my things fixed by a professional if I don't trust myself to fuck around with it. I wanted a new bracelet but the recycling centre shop didn't have one in my style so I got two necklaces for materials and crafted one to my liking. I've got two pairs of black leather boots that are almost exactly the same, one for use and one for a spare, and every time the ones I'm wearing break apart again, I can just dig out my spare boots, polish them up, and go take my broken old boots to the town cobbler for repairs like it's the fucking 1800s.