#urbanfantasy — Public Fediverse posts

#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 135 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK

#Wss366 Rum #TimeTravelAuthors 9/19. Change

I didn’t go to sleep again. There didn’t seem to be any need. Instead, I thought about what I should do.

After Weena had a good cry, she crawled over to me and laid her head in my lap. I stroked her hair and spoke softly to her. I was sorry that my rejection had hurt her, but I was glad that it hadn’t damaged our relationship. She was my only ally here.

By the time light came through the windows, I had a plan. I needed to learn if there were other races in this world besides the Fairies and the Morlock. But where to look? Wells’s time-traveler hadn’t seen any, so they might be hard to find. Asking the Fae for help would be pointless, but with luck, Weena would know. The trick would be communicating with her, but I thought I’d figured that out.

Below, the fairies stirred and began eating noisily. They were a #rum lot.

When I descended with my partner, who seemed as gay as yesterday, the diners paid us no attention. There were no thanks for driving off the Morlocks, but I wasn’t expecting any. You might as well expect a butterfly to #change into an ant as the wee folk to reflect on the past or worry about the future.

After a breakfast of a slightly starchy melon with a pleasant, mild citrus flavor, along with a mix of nuts, round pears, and berries, I led Weena out into the “garden” to a secluded alcove under some nut trees. The screening rhodies would ensure the fairies didn’t disturb us.

I sat my companion down on a log.

Time to do my magic!

#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn

#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 135 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK

#Wss366 Rum #TimeTravelAuthors 9/19. Change

I didn’t go to sleep again. There didn’t seem to be any need. Instead, I thought about what I should do.

After Weena had a good cry, she crawled over to me and laid her head in my lap. I stroked her hair and spoke softly to her. I was sorry that my rejection had hurt her, but I was glad that it hadn’t damaged our relationship. She was my only ally here.

By the time light came through the windows, I had a plan. I needed to learn if there were other races in this world besides the Fairies and the Morlock. But where to look? Wells’s time-traveler hadn’t seen any, so they might be hard to find. Asking the Fae for help would be pointless, but with luck, Weena would know. The trick would be communicating with her, but I thought I’d figured that out.

Below, the fairies stirred and began eating noisily. They were a #rum lot.

When I descended with my partner, who seemed as gay as yesterday, the diners paid us no attention. There were no thanks for driving off the Morlocks, but I wasn’t expecting any. You might as well expect a butterfly to #change into an ant as the wee folk to reflect on the past or worry about the future.

After a breakfast of a slightly starchy melon with a pleasant, mild citrus flavor, along with a mix of nuts, round pears, and berries, I led Weena out into the “garden” to a secluded alcove under some nut trees. The screening rhodies would ensure the fairies didn’t disturb us.

I sat my companion down on a log.

Time to do my magic!

#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn

#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 135 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK

#Wss366 Rum #TimeTravelAuthors 9/19. Change

I didn’t go to sleep again. There didn’t seem to be any need. Instead, I thought about what I should do.

After Weena had a good cry, she crawled over to me and laid her head in my lap. I stroked her hair and spoke softly to her. I was sorry that my rejection had hurt her, but I was glad that it hadn’t damaged our relationship. She was my only ally here.

By the time light came through the windows, I had a plan. I needed to learn if there were other races in this world besides the Fairies and the Morlock. But where to look? Wells’s time-traveler hadn’t seen any, so they might be hard to find. Asking the Fae for help would be pointless, but with luck, Weena would know. The trick would be communicating with her, but I thought I’d figured that out.

Below, the fairies stirred and began eating noisily. They were a #rum lot.

When I descended with my partner, who seemed as gay as yesterday, the diners paid us no attention. There were no thanks for driving off the Morlocks, but I wasn’t expecting any. You might as well expect a butterfly to #change into an ant as the wee folk to reflect on the past or worry about the future.

After a breakfast of a slightly starchy melon with a pleasant, mild citrus flavor, along with a mix of nuts, round pears, and berries, I led Weena out into the “garden” to a secluded alcove under some nut trees. The screening rhodies would ensure the fairies didn’t disturb us.

I sat my companion down on a log.

Time to do my magic!

#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn

Killer Heart (The Cat Lady Chronicles #5) by Harper Helen
Release Date September 18, 2026
#Fantasy #UrbanFantasy

https://www.risingshadow.net/book/89231-killer-heart

#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 134, 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK

#Wss366 Rely #TimeTravelAuthors 9/17. Character's regret

After the Morlock attack, the fairies below me seethed aimlessly, weeping and wailing. But as with all their emotions, their agitation was transient, and they soon settled down to sleep as if nothing had happened. Not one of them checked if the individuals the Morlocks had almost abducted needed anything. This was not a society where you could #rely on your neighbors. I was quickly souring on this utopia.

Weena grew silent, too, and then wrapped her arms around me. “Weena, luv, Henny.”

The torchlight reflected off her face, making her eyes glitter. Her lip trembled. I didn’t know whether it was fear, release of tension, or some tender emotion. She reminded me less of a woman and more of a child or a dog. I doubted what she felt was really love, rather than something akin to a canine’s affection for its master.

I responded by stroking her head. Her hair was silky. Blue patterns of static electricity played across it as I ran my hand over it. “It’s okay,” I said. “Morlock gone.”

She released her grip on me, and with one hand took my arm, tugging on it. “Coom. Weena luv, Henny.” With her other hand, she attempted to open my robes.

I shook her off and said, “No.” I wished I could have said, “Cuddling only,” but I didn’t think she would understand that.

“Henny no luv Weena?”

“No luv. Henny like Weena.” I reached out to stroke her hair again, but she moved away and huddled in a corner. I could hear her crying, her sobs mingling with the name Hurburth.

I wondered if Hurburth had loved Weena the way she wanted to be. And if so, where did he go? However, I wasn’t him, and I didn’t love Weena like that. I regretted hurting her, but not turning down her offer. There was an ache, though. Her offer had brought up a deep sense of regret. I didn’t know what it was for, but I knew I had lost something dear to me.

#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn

#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 134, 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK

#Wss366 Rely #TimeTravelAuthors 9/17. Character's regret

After the Morlock attack, the fairies below me seethed aimlessly, weeping and wailing. But as with all their emotions, their agitation was transient, and they soon settled down to sleep as if nothing had happened. Not one of them checked if the individuals the Morlocks had almost abducted needed anything. This was not a society where you could #rely on your neighbors. I was quickly souring on this utopia.

Weena grew silent, too, and then wrapped her arms around me. “Weena, luv, Henny.”

The torchlight reflected off her face, making her eyes glitter. Her lip trembled. I didn’t know whether it was fear, release of tension, or some tender emotion. She reminded me less of a woman and more of a child or a dog. I doubted what she felt was really love, rather than something akin to a canine’s affection for its master.

I responded by stroking her head. Her hair was silky. Blue patterns of static electricity played across it as I ran my hand over it. “It’s okay,” I said. “Morlock gone.”

She released her grip on me, and with one hand took my arm, tugging on it. “Coom. Weena luv, Henny.” With her other hand, she attempted to open my robes.

I shook her off and said, “No.” I wished I could have said, “Cuddling only,” but I didn’t think she would understand that.

“Henny no luv Weena?”

“No luv. Henny like Weena.” I reached out to stroke her hair again, but she moved away and huddled in a corner. I could hear her crying, her sobs mingling with the name Hurburth.

I wondered if Hurburth had loved Weena the way she wanted to be. And if so, where did he go? However, I wasn’t him, and I didn’t love Weena like that. I regretted hurting her, but not turning down her offer. There was an ache, though. Her offer had brought up a deep sense of regret. I didn’t know what it was for, but I knew I had lost something dear to me.

#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn

#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 134, 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK

#Wss366 Rely #TimeTravelAuthors 9/17. Character's regret

After the Morlock attack, the fairies below me seethed aimlessly, weeping and wailing. But as with all their emotions, their agitation was transient, and they soon settled down to sleep as if nothing had happened. Not one of them checked if the individuals the Morlocks had almost abducted needed anything. This was not a society where you could #rely on your neighbors. I was quickly souring on this utopia.

Weena grew silent, too, and then wrapped her arms around me. “Weena, luv, Henny.”

The torchlight reflected off her face, making her eyes glitter. Her lip trembled. I didn’t know whether it was fear, release of tension, or some tender emotion. She reminded me less of a woman and more of a child or a dog. I doubted what she felt was really love, rather than something akin to a canine’s affection for its master.

I responded by stroking her head. Her hair was silky. Blue patterns of static electricity played across it as I ran my hand over it. “It’s okay,” I said. “Morlock gone.”

She released her grip on me, and with one hand took my arm, tugging on it. “Coom. Weena luv, Henny.” With her other hand, she attempted to open my robes.

I shook her off and said, “No.” I wished I could have said, “Cuddling only,” but I didn’t think she would understand that.

“Henny no luv Weena?”

“No luv. Henny like Weena.” I reached out to stroke her hair again, but she moved away and huddled in a corner. I could hear her crying, her sobs mingling with the name Hurburth.

I wondered if Hurburth had loved Weena the way she wanted to be. And if so, where did he go? However, I wasn’t him, and I didn’t love Weena like that. I regretted hurting her, but not turning down her offer. There was an ache, though. Her offer had brought up a deep sense of regret. I didn’t know what it was for, but I knew I had lost something dear to me.

#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn

#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 134, 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK

#Wss366 Rely #TimeTravelAuthors 9/17. Character's regret

After the Morlock attack, the fairies below me seethed aimlessly, weeping and wailing. But as with all their emotions, their agitation was transient, and they soon settled down to sleep as if nothing had happened. Not one of them checked if the individuals the Morlocks had almost abducted needed anything. This was not a society where you could #rely on your neighbors. I was quickly souring on this utopia.

Weena grew silent, too, and then wrapped her arms around me. “Weena, luv, Henny.”

The torchlight reflected off her face, making her eyes glitter. Her lip trembled. I didn’t know whether it was fear, release of tension, or some tender emotion. She reminded me less of a woman and more of a child or a dog. I doubted what she felt was really love, rather than something akin to a canine’s affection for its master.

I responded by stroking her head. Her hair was silky. Blue patterns of static electricity played across it as I ran my hand over it. “It’s okay,” I said. “Morlock gone.”

She released her grip on me, and with one hand took my arm, tugging on it. “Coom. Weena luv, Henny.” With her other hand, she attempted to open my robes.

I shook her off and said, “No.” I wished I could have said, “Cuddling only,” but I didn’t think she would understand that.

“Henny no luv Weena?”

“No luv. Henny like Weena.” I reached out to stroke her hair again, but she moved away and huddled in a corner. I could hear her crying, her sobs mingling with the name Hurburth.

I wondered if Hurburth had loved Weena the way she wanted to be. And if so, where did he go? However, I wasn’t him, and I didn’t love Weena like that. I regretted hurting her, but not turning down her offer. There was an ache, though. Her offer had brought up a deep sense of regret. I didn’t know what it was for, but I knew I had lost something dear to me.

#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn

#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 134, 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK

#Wss366 Rely #TimeTravelAuthors 9/17. Character's regret

After the Morlock attack, the fairies below me seethed aimlessly, weeping and wailing. But as with all their emotions, their agitation was transient, and they soon settled down to sleep as if nothing had happened. Not one of them checked if the individuals the Morlocks had almost abducted needed anything. This was not a society where you could #rely on your neighbors. I was quickly souring on this utopia.

Weena grew silent, too, and then wrapped her arms around me. “Weena, luv, Henny.”

The torchlight reflected off her face, making her eyes glitter. Her lip trembled. I didn’t know whether it was fear, release of tension, or some tender emotion. She reminded me less of a woman and more of a child or a dog. I doubted what she felt was really love, rather than something akin to a canine’s affection for its master.

I responded by stroking her head. Her hair was silky. Blue patterns of static electricity played across it as I ran my hand over it. “It’s okay,” I said. “Morlock gone.”

She released her grip on me, and with one hand took my arm, tugging on it. “Coom. Weena luv, Henny.” With her other hand, she attempted to open my robes.

I shook her off and said, “No.” I wished I could have said, “Cuddling only,” but I didn’t think she would understand that.

“Henny no luv Weena?”

“No luv. Henny like Weena.” I reached out to stroke her hair again, but she moved away and huddled in a corner. I could hear her crying, her sobs mingling with the name Hurburth.

I wondered if Hurburth had loved Weena the way she wanted to be. And if so, where did he go? However, I wasn’t him, and I didn’t love Weena like that. I regretted hurting her, but not turning down her offer. There was an ache, though. Her offer had brought up a deep sense of regret. I didn’t know what it was for, but I knew I had lost something dear to me.

#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn

#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch

Okiku (Airisu POV): Post 33 Part 1
#Wss366 Mug

“Ack!” I screamed.

With aggressive footsteps, Mistress rushed into the room, arms swinging, and head thrust forward. It screamed danger.

“Fly away!!!”

She wore a nightgown and a wrap around her shoulders. Her eyes were as fierce as Dōken-shin’s had been when I bravely stood up to him.

I quailed, taking off for the top of a bookshelf. From there, I shouted down, “Crack. The book! The book!”

She moved, and I crouched, ready to take off if she threw something at me.

Instead, she stood in the middle of the floor, arms on her hips, glaring up at me. “This is the middle of the night. It had better be worth it, 'Crow!'”

Discretion being the better part of valor, I decided not to correct her this time. “It’s the book. You have to see it,” I cawed.

“What book? What are you talking about?”

She moved again, and I hopped back.

“Can I come down? You won’t hurt me?” I asked.

She nodded, and I flew down to a desk near the window. Through the glass, the moon shone aqua-blue, illuminating a messy pile of papers and books. A cold #mug of cocoa lay amid remnants of last evening’s meal. In the center of the mess rested an open volume, which I pecked at. “See? It’s here.”

Sumika approached, asking, “What’s here?” She stopped short and stared. “That’s not where I left the grimoire. How did it get here?”

Indeed, the Madousho Mōrō, aka Grimoire Obscuriea, lay with its pages gleaming in the soft moonlight.

#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #Serial #SlowBurn #Yuri