Glad it’s not just me 😭

Sounds fucking fantastic

Gluuuuucoooosseseeee, gluuuuucoooossseeee

BAHAHAHA thank you baby

No please do it. I’ll worship the ground you walk on if you bless my eyes with the sight (I worship you anyway)

This is a completely unedited word vomit. But if people like it I may make it into a whole fic. For now though I have finals coming up and it's been kicking my ass. Let me know if you like it and want more! <3

This is just a little drabble of something I have been thinking about forever. It will be OT8 ofc but I haven’t decided on everyone else’s species ust yet or the rest of the plot. Again I’m not a creative writer but I love my boys so much, and I have a lot of ideas.

His limbs became heavy and his mind slowed down. Moments before passing out he caught a glimpse of a beautiful being wrapped in a gorgeous silver gown. Little did he know that being was Hwc and they would change each other’s lives forever.🧚

He was thrown into the Eclipsed Grove forest, where no magical creatures venture into if they value their lives. He wandered for days trying to escape, one night he came across a house with a garden, the only sense of safety he has had in days. He felt strange as he entered the garden.

He longs for his true wings, but he is incapable of being a true fairy. One day his tribe elders tell him he needs to do his act of bravery or he will be thrown out of the tribe. He pleads for mercy from his tribe, but they had none to give.

His tribe is particularly horrible, they force fairies to commit horrible acts against other species in order to earn their wings. Yec hates it, but he can’t leave. The teachings of his tribe of the outside world made him fear to ever leave. He just tries to stay hidden within his own tribe.

Yec is a fairy, but unlike his kind he is not ruthless or brave. He doesn’t want to hurt anyone. He can’t earn his real wings. In order to earn real wings he has to commit an act of self sacrifice or bravery.

Fairies in this world are not the delicate creatures they are known to be. Many other creatures of this world used to hunt them for their magic, so they as a species had to adapt or die out. They became ruthless warriors, kill or be killed in order to survive.