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What I find the most confusing about this whole debate is that people are assuming the walrus made it to the door on its own. Like, you've seriously never annoyed a person to the point where leaving a walrus at your door seemed like a reasonable course of action?

back six months after saying i should probably post my ocs at some point hi guys heres a fairy guy i've been working on they are incredibly normal

[ Footsteps make themselves evident. Rene has arrived, and is wandering. Twilight is held in hand, just incase. Eyes observe the environment... ]

[ a distant tree caught flame, the thin bone ended up in a tip as the beast sprinted forward, towards the sound ]

The Fairy, 1894 by Lucien Pissarro (1894, Öl auf Leinwand)

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I always do more than seven lines but anyway, here’s a recent section from The Fairy:

Viriya pulled a stool to the edge of the tub and set to working a bone comb through Irina’s hair.

“Never can keep the knots from your hair, hm?” There was no sound of disapproval in Viriya’s tone, just the same gentle warmth she always had.

Irina closed her eyes and left herself in Viriya’s care, as she had so many times before. “Aren’t you going to yell at me for going into the wood?”

“It was a cursed fool thing you did,” said Viriya, even tempered as always. “Running after that twit of a doe like a hound for a fox! Family’s more important than the whole herd if it comes to it.” She combed Irina’s hair with a practiced hand, never pulling too hard as she encountered tangles and snarls. “It’s the way you are, fair enough, but you could stand to think more.”

“I was thinking!” Irina said. “Lost six deer already and losing another….” She hung her head. “I just wanted to help, but I failed.”

“Iri…you came back to us,” said Viriya softly. “So few have. What manner of failure is that? Now shift yourself, let’s get those scrapes salved and wrapped.”

fairies are themselves quite as shy as wild creatures and have to be tamed and attracted

The Fairy by Sophie Anderson 1823-1903.

Does this count as finding a walrus at your door?

Red riding hood comic collab with the wonderful @yeehawpim (go check out their blog for loads of great comics!) 🌷 See the layouts he did here!

Bluebeard by Marjolaine Roller

This Sunday afternoon I was running for a tram and there was a knock at the door

I live in a city where you don't use the front door so thought "I'm already on my way out, I'll see who it is when I get round the front" (there's too much stuff in the way to even open the front door)

So I get to the front door and

... OK yeah I was a bit surprised.

because here's the thing here's the thing the question was not "would you be more surprised to run into a fairy or a walrus" the question was "would you be more surprised to find a fairy or a walrus AT YOUR DOOR" and while no, i do not believe in fairies and would be surprised to know they EXIST i would NOT be surprised to find one at my door. HOWEVER, if a WALRUS shows up at my door i have to contend with the fact that a walrus somehow made it to my apartment specifically and knocked on my door for god knows what reason. i would be more surprised to know that a fairy EXISTS, of course, but NOT that they're at my door, do you get me?

truth is, underneath it all, a lot of our beliefs aren't rational, and they're formed young. all those stories of magical protagonists. secret worlds if you just had the key. creatures just out of view. all that shit we imagined doesn't go away because we got older. in a lot of ways it gets bigger, more elaborately built on.

i think we're hiding the emotionally devastating core of the walrus vs fairy debate under jokes.

you see a fairy on your doorstep? and you think finally.

[ heaving deeply the woman clutched the grass below her, the ego dissipating as she curled. She hated today..where was it… the bird was late. Being distracted by the flutter of wings as a bird joined the woman’s pathetic display ]