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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 131, 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK
#Wss366 Register #ScribesAndMakers Share something you've been working on this month. #TimeTravelAuthors 09/9. laugh
Weena led me into the building through an arch decorated with elaborate carvings of dancing nymphs and satyrs. Like everything else, time had left them battered. The building’s inside was the same: a huge vaulted chamber hung with brown tapestries so faded that any patterns had long since vanished. The floor was constructed of slabs of a metal resembling aluminum. While free of tarnish, countless feet had worn deep channels along the fairy folk’s paths. Raised tables of polished granite ran the length of the room. At only half a meter tall, they were an ideal height for wee people to kneel and eat the fruit heaped upon them.
Silken pillows clustered in the center of the chamber between the tables. I remember from “The Time Machine” that this is where the fairies slept huddled together. I shivered as it #registered that this was also where the Morlocks selected their meals from the helpless fae.
A broad mezzanine ran beneath the stained-glass windows. I would later discover that dilapidated stairs ascended to it.
I pointed to the balcony and spoke to Weena in pidgin English. “Sleep, you, me.” I used sign language to help.
She #laughed, nodded, and said, “Hurburth, foony.”
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 131, 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK
#Wss366 Register #ScribesAndMakers Share something you've been working on this month. #TimeTravelAuthors 09/9. laugh
Weena led me into the building through an arch decorated with elaborate carvings of dancing nymphs and satyrs. Like everything else, time had left them battered. The building’s inside was the same: a huge vaulted chamber hung with brown tapestries so faded that any patterns had long since vanished. The floor was constructed of slabs of a metal resembling aluminum. While free of tarnish, countless feet had worn deep channels along the fairy folk’s paths. Raised tables of polished granite ran the length of the room. At only half a meter tall, they were an ideal height for wee people to kneel and eat the fruit heaped upon them.
Silken pillows clustered in the center of the chamber between the tables. I remember from “The Time Machine” that this is where the fairies slept huddled together. I shivered as it #registered that this was also where the Morlocks selected their meals from the helpless fae.
A broad mezzanine ran beneath the stained-glass windows. I would later discover that dilapidated stairs ascended to it.
I pointed to the balcony and spoke to Weena in pidgin English. “Sleep, you, me.” I used sign language to help.
She #laughed, nodded, and said, “Hurburth, foony.”
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 131, 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK
#Wss366 Register #ScribesAndMakers Share something you've been working on this month. #TimeTravelAuthors 09/9. laugh
Weena led me into the building through an arch decorated with elaborate carvings of dancing nymphs and satyrs. Like everything else, time had left them battered. The building’s inside was the same: a huge vaulted chamber hung with brown tapestries so faded that any patterns had long since vanished. The floor was constructed of slabs of a metal resembling aluminum. While free of tarnish, countless feet had worn deep channels along the fairy folk’s paths. Raised tables of polished granite ran the length of the room. At only half a meter tall, they were an ideal height for wee people to kneel and eat the fruit heaped upon them.
Silken pillows clustered in the center of the chamber between the tables. I remember from “The Time Machine” that this is where the fairies slept huddled together. I shivered as it #registered that this was also where the Morlocks selected their meals from the helpless fae.
A broad mezzanine ran beneath the stained-glass windows. I would later discover that dilapidated stairs ascended to it.
I pointed to the balcony and spoke to Weena in pidgin English. “Sleep, you, me.” I used sign language to help.
She #laughed, nodded, and said, “Hurburth, foony.”
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 131, 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK
#Wss366 Register #ScribesAndMakers Share something you've been working on this month. #TimeTravelAuthors 09/9. laugh
Weena led me into the building through an arch decorated with elaborate carvings of dancing nymphs and satyrs. Like everything else, time had left them battered. The building’s inside was the same: a huge vaulted chamber hung with brown tapestries so faded that any patterns had long since vanished. The floor was constructed of slabs of a metal resembling aluminum. While free of tarnish, countless feet had worn deep channels along the fairy folk’s paths. Raised tables of polished granite ran the length of the room. At only half a meter tall, they were an ideal height for wee people to kneel and eat the fruit heaped upon them.
Silken pillows clustered in the center of the chamber between the tables. I remember from “The Time Machine” that this is where the fairies slept huddled together. I shivered as it #registered that this was also where the Morlocks selected their meals from the helpless fae.
A broad mezzanine ran beneath the stained-glass windows. I would later discover that dilapidated stairs ascended to it.
I pointed to the balcony and spoke to Weena in pidgin English. “Sleep, you, me.” I used sign language to help.
She #laughed, nodded, and said, “Hurburth, foony.”
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 131, 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK
#Wss366 Register #ScribesAndMakers Share something you've been working on this month. #TimeTravelAuthors 09/9. laugh
Weena led me into the building through an arch decorated with elaborate carvings of dancing nymphs and satyrs. Like everything else, time had left them battered. The building’s inside was the same: a huge vaulted chamber hung with brown tapestries so faded that any patterns had long since vanished. The floor was constructed of slabs of a metal resembling aluminum. While free of tarnish, countless feet had worn deep channels along the fairy folk’s paths. Raised tables of polished granite ran the length of the room. At only half a meter tall, they were an ideal height for wee people to kneel and eat the fruit heaped upon them.
Silken pillows clustered in the center of the chamber between the tables. I remember from “The Time Machine” that this is where the fairies slept huddled together. I shivered as it #registered that this was also where the Morlocks selected their meals from the helpless fae.
A broad mezzanine ran beneath the stained-glass windows. I would later discover that dilapidated stairs ascended to it.
I pointed to the balcony and spoke to Weena in pidgin English. “Sleep, you, me.” I used sign language to help.
She #laughed, nodded, and said, “Hurburth, foony.”
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn
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Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost (2nd Edition)
Chapter 19 # EP 6: Late Jurassic Era, Lapin Island—The Lagoon
Holy moly! A pyramid of solid pink coral!
Tags: #TimeTravel #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #HistoricalFantasy #LightNovel #Romance #Queer #Sappfic #Serial
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Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost (2nd Edition)
Chapter 19 # EP 6: Late Jurassic Era, Lapin Island—The Lagoon
Holy moly! A pyramid of solid pink coral!
Tags: #TimeTravel #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #HistoricalFantasy #LightNovel #Romance #Queer #Sappfic #Serial
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Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost (2nd Edition)
Chapter 19 # EP 6: Late Jurassic Era, Lapin Island—The Lagoon
Holy moly! A pyramid of solid pink coral!
Tags: #TimeTravel #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #HistoricalFantasy #LightNovel #Romance #Queer #Sappfic #Serial
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Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost (2nd Edition)
Chapter 19 # EP 6: Late Jurassic Era, Lapin Island—The Lagoon
Holy moly! A pyramid of solid pink coral!
Tags: #TimeTravel #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #HistoricalFantasy #LightNovel #Romance #Queer #Sappfic #Serial
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Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost (2nd Edition)
Chapter 19 # EP 6: Late Jurassic Era, Lapin Island—The Lagoon
Holy moly! A pyramid of solid pink coral!
Tags: #TimeTravel #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #HistoricalFantasy #LightNovel #Romance #Queer #Sappfic #Serial
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youtu.be/iA7xgjoCbO0
Anyone up to start a new series?
#TheHeirsLair #Review #BookReview #Historical #Fantasy #HistoricalFantasy #HistoricalReview #FantasyReview #HistoricalFantasyReview #JanHuss #Hussite #TheHussiteTrilogy #TheTowerOfFools #BookSky #scififantasyspecfic
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 10: Post 111 1191, Nicosia, Cyprus
#Wss366 deliverance #TimeTravelAuthors 06/19. Do characters travel through space, or just time?
I reached and took the ring from Georgina. It tingled like a spider walking across my palm. The front featured an emblazoned ivory crest. What was engraved there gave me a chill: a comet or shooting star above a dragon rampant.
“The mark of the Ancient Serpent,” our host said.
In my hand was a ring of power that would draw its bearer into the service of a greater malevolence.
I muttered in English so only Emily understood, “In the darkness to bind them.” I would have to repeat the whole rhyme and explain it to her later.
My fingers closed around the artifact. I didn’t know what evil I faced, but something had surely restored me to existence to combat it. As for Emily, I knew where she stood. She had never been one to shy away from danger.
I looked at Georgina and said, “I am your servant. Tell me what to do.”
She gave a grave nod while my partner threw me a thumbs-up, a gesture I had taught her.
“You’re William de Lancaster,” our host said, “in the service of the Prior of Aymer and have recently escaped from the infidels. We’ll provide you with priest robes and a hood, so you can play the part. Walnut dye so your hair shines not so bright. William was a youth, so your smooth face and voice should not be an issue. Still, keep your countenance hidden and speak as little as possible.”
I nodded, memorizing the information.
“The ring will allow you to enter the castle and attend the conclave. Reaching the fortress is our main challenge, as the people despise the Frankish priests and may waylay us.”
“That won’t be a problem,” I said. “I can travel to any place or time you direct. My concern is not being observed when I appear.”
She nodded and resumed. “Tell them you carry the concerns of certain English bishops. Your presence requires no further explanation. Brian de Bois-Guilbert may question you, since there were reports of your capture and death at Acre. Reply that you were indeed captured but owe your #deliverance from the infidels to the grace of God. If he presses you further, say you escaped Salah ad-Din’s massacre of prisoners due to a miracle. Otherwise, remain silent; your French won’t pass as William’s.”
I nodded again.
“I can’t help you with what you will find in the castle, but your silence and the ring should carry you through. When you leave, I will have an escort waiting for you.”
“No need,” I said. “I’ll appear in this shrine’s courtyard in a week’s time.”
“Then rest well tonight, for tomorrow you enter the Evil One’s lair. May God and the Theotokos be with you.”
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn #Yuri
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 10: Post 111 1191, Nicosia, Cyprus
#Wss366 deliverance #TimeTravelAuthors 06/19. Do characters travel through space, or just time?
I reached and took the ring from Georgina. It tingled like a spider walking across my palm. The front featured an emblazoned ivory crest. What was engraved there gave me a chill: a comet or shooting star above a dragon rampant.
“The mark of the Ancient Serpent,” our host said.
In my hand was a ring of power that would draw its bearer into the service of a greater malevolence.
I muttered in English so only Emily understood, “In the darkness to bind them.” I would have to repeat the whole rhyme and explain it to her later.
My fingers closed around the artifact. I didn’t know what evil I faced, but something had surely restored me to existence to combat it. As for Emily, I knew where she stood. She had never been one to shy away from danger.
I looked at Georgina and said, “I am your servant. Tell me what to do.”
She gave a grave nod while my partner threw me a thumbs-up, a gesture I had taught her.
“You’re William de Lancaster,” our host said, “in the service of the Prior of Aymer and have recently escaped from the infidels. We’ll provide you with priest robes and a hood, so you can play the part. Walnut dye so your hair shines not so bright. William was a youth, so your smooth face and voice should not be an issue. Still, keep your countenance hidden and speak as little as possible.”
I nodded, memorizing the information.
“The ring will allow you to enter the castle and attend the conclave. Reaching the fortress is our main challenge, as the people despise the Frankish priests and may waylay us.”
“That won’t be a problem,” I said. “I can travel to any place or time you direct. My concern is not being observed when I appear.”
She nodded and resumed. “Tell them you carry the concerns of certain English bishops. Your presence requires no further explanation. Brian de Bois-Guilbert may question you, since there were reports of your capture and death at Acre. Reply that you were indeed captured but owe your #deliverance from the infidels to the grace of God. If he presses you further, say you escaped Salah ad-Din’s massacre of prisoners due to a miracle. Otherwise, remain silent; your French won’t pass as William’s.”
I nodded again.
“I can’t help you with what you will find in the castle, but your silence and the ring should carry you through. When you leave, I will have an escort waiting for you.”
“No need,” I said. “I’ll appear in this shrine’s courtyard in a week’s time.”
“Then rest well tonight, for tomorrow you enter the Evil One’s lair. May God and the Theotokos be with you.”
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn #Yuri
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 10: Post 111 1191, Nicosia, Cyprus
#Wss366 deliverance #TimeTravelAuthors 06/19. Do characters travel through space, or just time?
I reached and took the ring from Georgina. It tingled like a spider walking across my palm. The front featured an emblazoned ivory crest. What was engraved there gave me a chill: a comet or shooting star above a dragon rampant.
“The mark of the Ancient Serpent,” our host said.
In my hand was a ring of power that would draw its bearer into the service of a greater malevolence.
I muttered in English so only Emily understood, “In the darkness to bind them.” I would have to repeat the whole rhyme and explain it to her later.
My fingers closed around the artifact. I didn’t know what evil I faced, but something had surely restored me to existence to combat it. As for Emily, I knew where she stood. She had never been one to shy away from danger.
I looked at Georgina and said, “I am your servant. Tell me what to do.”
She gave a grave nod while my partner threw me a thumbs-up, a gesture I had taught her.
“You’re William de Lancaster,” our host said, “in the service of the Prior of Aymer and have recently escaped from the infidels. We’ll provide you with priest robes and a hood, so you can play the part. Walnut dye so your hair shines not so bright. William was a youth, so your smooth face and voice should not be an issue. Still, keep your countenance hidden and speak as little as possible.”
I nodded, memorizing the information.
“The ring will allow you to enter the castle and attend the conclave. Reaching the fortress is our main challenge, as the people despise the Frankish priests and may waylay us.”
“That won’t be a problem,” I said. “I can travel to any place or time you direct. My concern is not being observed when I appear.”
She nodded and resumed. “Tell them you carry the concerns of certain English bishops. Your presence requires no further explanation. Brian de Bois-Guilbert may question you, since there were reports of your capture and death at Acre. Reply that you were indeed captured but owe your #deliverance from the infidels to the grace of God. If he presses you further, say you escaped Salah ad-Din’s massacre of prisoners due to a miracle. Otherwise, remain silent; your French won’t pass as William’s.”
I nodded again.
“I can’t help you with what you will find in the castle, but your silence and the ring should carry you through. When you leave, I will have an escort waiting for you.”
“No need,” I said. “I’ll appear in this shrine’s courtyard in a week’s time.”
“Then rest well tonight, for tomorrow you enter the Evil One’s lair. May God and the Theotokos be with you.”
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn #Yuri
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 10: Post 111 1191, Nicosia, Cyprus
#Wss366 deliverance #TimeTravelAuthors 06/19. Do characters travel through space, or just time?
I reached and took the ring from Georgina. It tingled like a spider walking across my palm. The front featured an emblazoned ivory crest. What was engraved there gave me a chill: a comet or shooting star above a dragon rampant.
“The mark of the Ancient Serpent,” our host said.
In my hand was a ring of power that would draw its bearer into the service of a greater malevolence.
I muttered in English so only Emily understood, “In the darkness to bind them.” I would have to repeat the whole rhyme and explain it to her later.
My fingers closed around the artifact. I didn’t know what evil I faced, but something had surely restored me to existence to combat it. As for Emily, I knew where she stood. She had never been one to shy away from danger.
I looked at Georgina and said, “I am your servant. Tell me what to do.”
She gave a grave nod while my partner threw me a thumbs-up, a gesture I had taught her.
“You’re William de Lancaster,” our host said, “in the service of the Prior of Aymer and have recently escaped from the infidels. We’ll provide you with priest robes and a hood, so you can play the part. Walnut dye so your hair shines not so bright. William was a youth, so your smooth face and voice should not be an issue. Still, keep your countenance hidden and speak as little as possible.”
I nodded, memorizing the information.
“The ring will allow you to enter the castle and attend the conclave. Reaching the fortress is our main challenge, as the people despise the Frankish priests and may waylay us.”
“That won’t be a problem,” I said. “I can travel to any place or time you direct. My concern is not being observed when I appear.”
She nodded and resumed. “Tell them you carry the concerns of certain English bishops. Your presence requires no further explanation. Brian de Bois-Guilbert may question you, since there were reports of your capture and death at Acre. Reply that you were indeed captured but owe your #deliverance from the infidels to the grace of God. If he presses you further, say you escaped Salah ad-Din’s massacre of prisoners due to a miracle. Otherwise, remain silent; your French won’t pass as William’s.”
I nodded again.
“I can’t help you with what you will find in the castle, but your silence and the ring should carry you through. When you leave, I will have an escort waiting for you.”
“No need,” I said. “I’ll appear in this shrine’s courtyard in a week’s time.”
“Then rest well tonight, for tomorrow you enter the Evil One’s lair. May God and the Theotokos be with you.”
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn #Yuri
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 10: Post 111 1191, Nicosia, Cyprus
#Wss366 deliverance #TimeTravelAuthors 06/19. Do characters travel through space, or just time?
I reached and took the ring from Georgina. It tingled like a spider walking across my palm. The front featured an emblazoned ivory crest. What was engraved there gave me a chill: a comet or shooting star above a dragon rampant.
“The mark of the Ancient Serpent,” our host said.
In my hand was a ring of power that would draw its bearer into the service of a greater malevolence.
I muttered in English so only Emily understood, “In the darkness to bind them.” I would have to repeat the whole rhyme and explain it to her later.
My fingers closed around the artifact. I didn’t know what the evil I faced was, but something had surely restored me to existence to combat it. As for Emily, I knew where she stood. She had never been one to shy away from danger.
I looked at Georgina and said, “I am your servant. Tell me what to do.”
She gave a grave nod while my partner threw me a thumbs-up, a gesture I had taught her.
“You’re William de Lancaster,” our host said, “in the service of the Prior of Aymer and have recently escaped from the infidels. We’ll provide you with priest robes, so you can play the part. Walnut dye so your hair shines not so bright. William was a youth, so your smooth face and voice should not be an issue. Still, keep your countenance hidden and speak as little as possible.”
I nodded, memorizing the information.
“The ring will allow you to enter the castle and attend the conclave. Reaching the fortress is our main challenge, as the people despise the Frankish priests and may waylay us.”
“That won’t be a problem,” I said. “I can travel to any place or time you direct. My concern is not being observed when I appear.”
She nodded and resumed. “Tell them you carry the concerns of certain English bishops. Your presence requires no further explanation. Brian de Bois-Guilbert may question you, since there were reports of your capture and death at Acre. Reply that you were indeed captured but owe your #deliverance from the infidels to the grace of God. If he presses you further, say you escaped Salah ad-Din’s massacre of prisoners due to a miracle. Otherwise, remain silent; your French won’t pass as William’s.”
I nodded again.
“I can’t help you with what you will find in the castle, but your silence and the ring should carry you through. When you leave, I will have an escort waiting for you.”
“No need,” I said. “I’ll appear in this shrine’s courtyard in a week’s time.”
“Then rest well tonight, for tomorrow you enter the Evil One’s lair. May God and the Theotokos be with you.”
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn #Yuri
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 8: Post 82: 2025 Arkham
#Wss366 Irish & #StPatricksDay #TimeTravelAuthors 03/17. Patient or patience in your story
Rather than leave the way we had come, I decided to time-trip out. The less information we gave our foes, the better. Apparently, they knew we could time-travel, but we could hold dematerialization as a trump card.
I took Emily’s hand and thought about our next destination. “Take us to my university office on the day the pink rat arrives from the future.”
The familiar sensations of time-tripping took over, and we appeared in a small academic office. Green streamers hung from the window, and a mega plushy papillon wearing an emerald top hat sat in the guest chair. A small plastic Buddha rested on the desk next to a picture of a young woman and me. Behind them stood the brick wall of an #Irish pub. The picture triggered a sense of profound sadness, but no memories.
Emily burst out laughing when she saw the clothes I’d manifested. “Nice duds. Is that what the daring avant-garde wear in your time? Absurd, but it’s charming in its own way.”
I pulled the floppy hat down and the N95 mask up higher, hoping they might hide how red my cheeks were. They probably matched the large cherry-red sunglasses I was sporting. I’d considered wearing a hijab but was unsure about the cultural implications of a nonbeliever wearing one. “I told you I don’t want people to see two Professor Henrietta Dubois’s.”
“Professor Tweedledee and Dum,” Emily joked.
I tipped up my glasses and rolled my eyes. She laughed.
“And this must be a young Tweedle-dumb,” she said, looking at the picture. “You look happy.
She stopped, tapped a signature, and said, “Who's Sarah Lockwell?” The amusement on her face had faded.
“I don’t remember.” My response wasn’t an evasion. I truly didn’t remember.
“Shame,” she said, but it didn’t sound as if she meant it.
Next, she walked around the desk, materialized her hand, and opened the bottom drawer. “Brandy. You were a bit of a lush, weren’t you, Professor Dumb?”
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“I’m a spy, sleuthing.”
“Well, be careful. You’ll get caught snooping.”
“You’re the only one who can see me.”
“Right, I forgot.”
After that, I sat #patiently on the edge of the guest chair while Emily continued to investigate. “Faustus Pakt, Liber Juratus, Pompilius’ Spiegel,” she read as she browsed the books on a shelf. “You had quite an interest in Faust and medieval grimoires.”
Having no memory of my prior reading, I didn’t comment.
Emily had moved back to the desk when the door opened, interrupting her investigation. In the corridor stood an outraged Professor Dubois, carrying a pink rat in a cage.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMFic #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #Series #SaintPatricksDay
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Trying my hand at live-streaming on St Patrick's Day, with a live test of a mod for #HeartsOfIron4 that turns Ireland into "Dwarven Ireland" from a #historicalFantasy / #dieselpunk series I'm working on.
2PM GMT at https://www.youtube.com/@aceade/