Me: "Can I take your measurements?"
Fae: "Oh thank you, these things have been killing my back!"
Me: "Wha-" topples over forward
- he/him
- press.invincible.ink/
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in reply to @authorx's post:
While discussing a trpg character that's a transmasc elf prince, I wondered if he'd had "fantasy fairy top surgery" and the conversation led to this
Trans people selling their deadnames to the fae at reduced cost: "Oh, this? It's a great name. It was previously owned by a little old trans lady who only ever used it for paypal on sundays."
Coming up with a few more true names for myself before I head to the goblin market, intending to bargain them, but by the time I get there I'm too attached to give any of them up.
They say it's dangerous to play pretend in the summerlands, but sometimes "dangerous" just means "damn it all where am i going to fit all those new names on my drivers license"
This is fantastically clever. This is one of those ones where you stop at the end and go 'hang on' and reread it and then look for the answer. It's a mystery story in four lines. Excellent work.
