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Volunteering at a soup kitchen is one of the least productive things you can do to change the world. Art can inspire people and motivate them. Food is important, yes, but you aren’t changing that person’s life.
whoever wrote this post has definitely never been hungry
I remember one christmas we were short on money so my brother just drew us some pictures of mashed potato it was poppin!!! We ate the pencils too!!!
The fae smiled, sharply: “Give me your name, child.”
“Uhhhhh. Stick.”
“What.”
“Does Leaf work better? I’m just kinda looking around this clearing. Look, I’m trans, I haven’t decided on one yet, I’m throwing some spaghetti at the wall, you know how it is.”
Fae are born with features sharp and narrow, yet this one seems to soften as Moss looks at it. Its grin— sharp, teeth gleaming, its eyes— cutting, searching, the jut and pull of its jaw enough to scratch glass. It does not blink. Branch does not blink. It softens.
“I said, give me your name, child.”
“I still haven’t picked one,” Grass defends, even now still hoping for a way out of a faeries deal.
“No. But your parents did. Give me your name, child, and it shall no longer be yours. The entity of your name shall no longer exist, and you will be free for whichever name you choose— Leaf, or Stick, or Lichen.”
“…oh.” says Petal, and in the next moment a name falls from their lips. It is not their name. It never has been. The fae is sharp and cutting and witty, that moment of softness an imagined slight.
“Very well, child. Be warned of mushroom circles, should you lose your name again.”
“Okay,” Mushroom smiles, and the Fae pulls itself away from their reality in a swirl of feathers and silk.
When they go home for the first time in two months, their mother frets over them in a way she had not since they were a child, and she calls them by no name at all.
Goddamn. This is my favorite version of ‘faeries take your name’, that’s it, we can all go home now.
what was remarkable about matilda was that it was her actual family that treated her like shit, not an orphanage or a step-parent or that she was adopted or anything like that. there was no reveal like miss honey is like “im your real mother” it was all about found family because her family was bullshit and that was just the way it was. it is so rare to see a biological family portrayed as people who don’t get their kids and don’t treat them right in kids media
Any mental health treatment that communicates “you are disordered and the world is normal, so success means integrating into those norms” has as its goal social control, not healing
my music taste is immaculate. dick game huge. i am friends with rodents. i am sexy and insane and i think that’s cool of me. i am gay. the only flaw is that i’m evil
This is a big deal for Korea. In most Asian counties, if you’re not like a size 2 you might as well be a fucking hippo and it has a huge effect on women’s self esteem.
The mouse knight(paladin?) Noble Dandelion and her loyal steeds! Toast the reliable family-bred farm hen, and Cheering Dawn the feral rooster she goes out and tames herself as a warbird!
Also nothing delights me like the concept of chickens, but with horse barding and armor. It’s very good.
(the real hard part is taming a riding chicken to not try to take bites out of people unless you tell them to)
WELL IF THIS AIN’T MY WHOLE FUCKING AESTHETIC RIGHT HERE.
How does the mouse keep the chickens from eating him? This is the equivalent of a person harnessing a tiger and a lion. Just who is this mouse to harness & ride his predators? I want to know more.
What’s this? A chance to infodump worldbuilding for some tiny fantasy stuff? Ohohoho!
The mouse is Noble Dandelion, Holy Knight of Our Lady Of Grain! (Noble is their personal name, Dandelion their family name. Their siblings are Brave, Vivacious, Wistful, and Bitter)
Noble’s from an entire species of sapient mice who live in a fantasy world, alongside stuff like dragons and elves and regular non-sapient mice (to who they resemble, but are quite biologically distinct), and while there’s a variety of “steeds” her people utilize, Chickens are useful mounts because they’re reliable, take to training, breed well (plus you get eggs out of the deal)…and will absolutely eat your enemies when it comes down to it.
But first, you have to control them so they don’t just eat you instead.
Her hen, Toast, is from a domesticated breed and was raised as a riding animal, so Toast is already predisposed from a long line of chickens that’ve been selected for less eating-mice-atude (and probably altered a bit with magic, to boot) and trained since hatching to wear little saddles and be steered around. I haven’t thought much about specific mousefolk-engineered riding chicken breeds yet but I’ll probably hyperfocus on that eventually!
(A fun related fact: a lot of creatures like cats and foxes and other predators have a slight instinctive aversion to beings like mousefolk and ratfolk- though predation still is a very real and not uncommon danger, as a result of generations and generations of cats finding out that if you try to eat a pixie you WILL know regret, because that pixie is going to come back and cast spells on you for the rest of your nine lives. A mouse? A delicious snack. This thing that looks like but does not smell like or act like a mouse? Oh shit! It has a spear!!!!)
Naughty Chickens are resigned to pulling carts in a muzzle and blinders or slaughter. Sometimes they’re just sold to bigfolk since humans are always willing to buy more chickens, or they may be sacrificed to threats like dragonets or awakened cats in exchange for the safety of mousefolk towns. Communities with individuals who can control animals through magical means might keep more aggressive birds around as protection from outside threats. (Some mousefolk and ratfolk cultures also engage in basically high-stakes jousting with fighting roosters which is exactly as nightmarish as it sounds)
Cheering Dawn, however, Noble’s Rooster, is a feral rooster, more junglefowl than domesticated by any hands, and he was very, very intent on eating her initially.
Slay if you must, tame if you can, the beast terrorizing the fields, or join the cycle of death and life trying.
She basically underwent a trial by fire to prove herself as a holy knight by basically riding Cheering Dawn without getting devoured like someone may break a horse to exhaustion, if that horse wanted to eat you, and then calling upon a blessing from her Goddess to bind him to her as a Knight-Steed. Magic helped a lot. Not to say it still wasn’t quite a bit of training needed afterwards, and he certainly didn’t LIKE her for a good long while even if he was incapable of directly harming her, but with enough treats and the opportunity to have sick metal talons with which to attack enemies and subsequently devour them, he becomes a reliable steed.
You say horse.
I see dragon.
Noble Dandelion is a mouse folk Dragon Rider.
i mean, a rooster is already a very small dinosaur by definition
