ID: a digital drawing of septimus heap. He is a boy with horns, dark green hair, a tail in the same colour as his hair, and yellow-green eyes with diamond shaped pupils. The whites of his eyes are black, his skin is light green and he has sharp, pointed teeth. He has a short dark green capelet held by a gold pin, a green shirt with poofy, pirate-like sleeves, high waisted teal trousers and bare feet. He has a belt with 2 pockets on it and is floating in the air, grinning. /end ID
I don’t understand why we collectively decided that being kidnapped by fae is like a bad thing. You don’t know me nor my situation. Maybe it will be an upgrade for me. Just let me step into the circle of mushrooms and sit on a throne made of moss covered log. Let me live my best life.
To all the people accusing me of being a fae:
I am not a fae.
Although I wouldn’t pass the opportunity to become one when given a choice.
I don’t understand why we collectively decided that being kidnapped by fae is like a bad thing. You don’t know me nor my situation. Maybe it will be an upgrade for me. Just let me step into the circle of mushrooms and sit on a throne made of moss covered log. Let me live my best life.
ps liked the tree so much had to use it twice somehow pps wanted to do the crown version a lot so of course I don’t like it ppps incidentally, the tree that I primarily used for the reference turned out to be the oldest tree ever. and i just liked how it went all spiral
warnings:arguing, mentions of murder/death, tension, cliffhanger
A/N: previous chapter’s mention of Silver Guard changed to Iron Guard because i got my lycanthropes and my faeries mixed up :P
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“Good afternoon,” Janus started, because if he was to be stripped of the element of surprise, he was at least going to handle the situation with grace. “I’m afraid there’s been a bit of a misund– ahm.”
He cut his sentence short, since two undersized hands had descended to pull at his cheeks with a careless, borderline-painful level of strength. Janus didn’t allow himself to wince or sputter at the childish gambit, simply narrowing his eyes and raising his eyebrows slightly into something unamused as he felt crumbs of dried mud tumble off his face.
“Re!” the fire sprite hissed, frozen where he was hovering above the others. “What are you doing?”
“Instigating,” Re replied, the shit-eating grin audible even though he was still standing behind Janus. “He broke Lo’s magic, so I’m tryin’ to see if he can blow someone up with his brain or something.”
Did that imply the kid was trying to get himselfblown up?
