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I didn’t know what I needed; I just knew something was lacking. Rummage sales were perfect for that, so I went… rummaging.
The third sale on the block was something different, an old house I didn’t remember seeing, tables all over the yard and in to the garage, boxes all over the tables and onto the ground. Old almanacs in foreign tongues, old gizmos with foreign faces, old dresses with antique laces.
In the back corner of the garage, I found it: a door frame with door, both carved all over. Something about it – of course I stepped through.
Next: Through the Door
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It would probably have come out better if I knew anything about football… sorry.
There was a witch in the stands. There had to be.
Ernie was trying to miss throws. He was trying to fumble the ball. He’d even tried to run into the opposing team’s biggest guy: in short, he was trying to fail, because if he didn’t…
There had to be a witch in the stands.
He grabbed at the point of the ball and suddenly found the whole thing in his hands, threw it haphazardly, and found it flying true towards his teammate, tripped into the opposing team and ended up getting in their way just enough to tangle them up.
There had to be someone jinxing him. He couldn’t fail.
He made his second touchdown of the night and tried not to cry. Grown men don’t cry, certainly not football players, even college players. The team was cheering. They hadn’t done this well in years. They hadn’t done this well ever.
Someone was messing with him. There had to be someone in the stands.
Ernie made a last-ditch effort. He’d seen someone do this by accident, once, slip, fall just the right way, and fracture their leg. He found the muddiest patch of ground – it was a wet day after a wet week, so there was a lot of that – and let his heel slip out from under him.
The ball flew at him as he dropped and, on instinct, Ernie caught it.
There might be a witch in the stands. There had to be.
But there was also, front and center, the mafioso who had told him he had to fail today.
There had to be someone jinxing him.
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People with Disabilities
Asexuality & Demisexuality
Gentle Fiction (No Sex, Violence, or Foul Language)
This, this is awesome.
I made a card. *looks innocent*
|Born of a Fish 705
|Foolish Wishes 750A(French)
|A Locked Trunk
|Biting the foot
|[The Three Languages] 671
|[Butterfly of Transformation]
|[Divine rewards and punishments 779 ](German; German)
|[The theft of fish 1]
|[Tom Thumb] 700 (German)
|[Music lessons for wild animals 151] (German)
|Rummage Sale / Antique Shop
|[Mother / Father Knows Best]
|The Treacherous Sister 315
|Greed 68A (The Boy and the Filberts; Aesop)
|The Magic Bird Heart 567 (German)
|[I Yam What I Yam]
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piratekitten has declared February world-building month.
Every day in February, I will answer one question about any one of my settings.
The question post is here, please feel free to add more questions!
After the apocalypse what has happened the former ‘blindness’ that kept regular humans from noticing the fae. Did it go away for good? Just temporarily weakened? Never really went away and people only noticed because of how blatant the Returned were being?
For a reference to the Blindness of the Gods see here.
First, what is/was The Blindness of the Gods?
The colloquial expression is used to describe the fact that true humans – and those Faded with very very thin fae blood – cannot see Ellehemaei for what they are. Mask up or down, these people see only a human; their mind rewrites everything else to fit within a normal world.
It was lain in place when the Gods left this world, back in the late BC’s. It was meant as a protection for humans – if they could not see the strangeness, the gods reasoned, they could not be intimidated, bullied, or awed into following those fae that remained as gods, as leaders, or as masters. It also served to protect the fae; even a god can be taken down by angry enough, clever enough, humans, especially in a group. Their descendants, especially the young ones, could be taken down with comparatively no effort.
Because it only had sporadic effacacy on mixed-blood humans, and because someone could be entirely human except this ability to see unMasked fae for what they were, the fae tended, as a whole, to remain Masked when in mixed company, even before the war.
The sundering that brought the departed gods back to Earth also broke this blindness. And this time, there were no older, authoritarian gods to put it back. After the Return, the Blindness of the Gods was entirely gone, and fae who wished to hide (most of those who wanted to survive!) had to rely on their own Masks.
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