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🦖 "A sudden bite of chill wind. The scent of the sea intermingled with the chalky redolence of broken masonry. And somewhere, buried underneath, the bitter scent of nasturtium leaves. Zaina stops sharply, her breath catching in her throat. In front of her, shattered, indented asphalt. An enormous footprint."

(Mild CW for horror, terror, loss, grief, and implied gore)

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Making a very deliberate choice to spell it Ouranos instead of Uranus, because I'm so exhausted with Americans always making the same tired joke.

And the June 2021 supporter post is up!

It's like cracking open a big ole photo album and telling you a story about my adventures <3

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#kofi

So my plan for this month is to write a bunch of sci-fi short stories. Also, I should write something which isn't a sapphic romance. Not that there's anything wrong with sapphic romances, but 2 is probably plenty for now.

I'm indecisive today, give me some opinions on stuff that sounds fun

🦖 "A sudden bite of chill wind. The scent of the sea intermingled with the chalky redolence of broken masonry. And somewhere, buried underneath, the bitter scent of nasturtium leaves. Zaina stops sharply, her breath catching in her throat. In front of her, shattered, indented asphalt. An enormous footprint."

(Mild CW for horror, terror, loss, grief, and implied gore)

vocal.media/fiction/chimerical

🦖 "A sudden bite of chill wind. The scent of the sea intermingled with the chalky redolence of broken masonry. And somewhere, buried underneath, the bitter scent of nasturtium leaves. Zaina stops sharply, her breath catching in her throat. In front of her, shattered, indented asphalt. An enormous footprint."

(Mild CW for horror, terror, loss, grief, and implied gore)

vocal.media/fiction/chimerical

"This movie offensive!" Scowling, he crossed his arms, turning a slightly deeper shade of vermillion.

"Booo! Goblins not like that!"

“Anti-goblin propaganda!"

A chorus of jeers. I wondered where they'd learned the word propaganda as I hit pause. "Ok ok, we won't watch The Hobbit. Which one do you want? Labyrinth again?"

"No! Space goblin!"

"Space goblin with shiny sword!"

One of them handed me a tattered DVD case.

"Yoda?"

In reply, a chorus of grins and nods.

just learned about superblooms, which is when dormant wildflower seeds germinate at the same time in absurdly high numbers

Goblin Lore 

A goblin which lives in your home is technically known as a hobgoblin. This is because they like to be near the stove, because it's warm and they like the smell of garlic.

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Goblin Lore 

Goblins are known for being mischievous, but they usually reserve that kind of thing for people who they don't like. They aren't evil or malicious though. This is anti-goblin propaganda, and they won't stand for it.

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Goblin Lore 

Goblins naturally live in forests, but some live near humans to scavenge things, the way foxes do. And also because they find humans hilarious.

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Goblin Lore 

Goblins like sour things, the same way humans like sweet things. Goblins are known to steal lemons and bottles of vinegar

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Goblin Lore 

There's a variety of goblin known as a redcap who lives in ruined castles on the border between Scotland and England. They're murderous and terrible.

Because of this, other goblins are unsettled by anyone wearing a red cap.

Goblins are afraid of Santa Claus. Their version of Little Red Riding Hood is a horror story.

"Where's my other boot?" A frown lined my face as I looked around the hallway.

"Shhh!" Nearby, a goblin held a finger to his lips, his poise exaggerated.

I raised an eyebrow.

“Boots very comfortable." A raspy but not particularly quiet little whisper. He pointed a bony finger to the next room.

Behind the sofa, my other boot. Lying on its side, laces strewn haphazard. From inside, muffled snores.

A tug at my trouser leg. "You get more boots maybe?"

"Don't push your luck."

Mastodon doesn’t let you change your username, huh?

«I had a lovely evening!»

It seemed like centuries since someone had stirred so many smiles to my face. I texted my reply. «As did I. You always lift my spirits.»

«Always so formal 😂 Maybe we can video chat sometime?»

I hesitated. «Maybe. My connection is bad. Not sure if it'll work.»

«Let's try sometime anyway, ok? Goodnight x» She signed it with a kiss. I felt all bubbly.

«Sweet dreams x»

I really liked this girl. What was she going to say when she found out I was a ghost?

When some people say they were born in the wrong time, they mean some nonsense about how they wanted to live in some boring era like 1920s America.

When I say I was born in the wrong time, I mean I should’ve been a shaman in a Palaeolithic hunter-gatherer group, telling people which herbs would soothe a fever and taking hallucinogens to commune with the spirits.

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