When talking about the kind of elves that fix shoes in the middle of the night or work for old men making toys or who eat your socks when you’re not looking, you know, those guys? The little fellows with loud socks?
I think more of those guys should also show up in high fantasy settings but the tall long living use bows and arrows elves also exist. And they are also called elves.
Also they must hate each other for no particular reason.
Merlin au where everything is the same except Igraine (Arthur's mom) is still alive. So magic is still illegal for some or other reason (I'm thinking someone tried to kill Arthur or Igraine and it just so happens that they were a sorcerer and Uther gets extra protective, Igraine doesn't like it but she understands it to a point). Anyway when she (Igraine)meets Merlin for the first time she looks at him a is just like I know who your daddy is.
no because Hannigram is so WILD like this is literally their dynamic:
No, I’m not joking.
Yes. The cannibal is the sunshine one.
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People are like “it’s so beautiful no clouds at all” it could use a little clouds if I had to be honest.
After the kiss Crowley has freckles around his mouth and doesn't know until someone (Nina/Magie/Muriel) points it out.
I want you to remember:
The fascists hate you too and they just will pretend otherwise until after they've killed the rest of us, before they turn on you.