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'I'm no one's child.
That makes me smile, showing red teeth.'

my poor baby, broken on the floor and smiling at the monster before her, because she isn't hers :(

THEY CUT OUT HER TONGUE WHAT IN THE NAME OF MY NIT YET EXISTING GEESE GUARDS

'"She's going to *want* to wear your skull for a hat," Oak warns. There is an uncomfortable shifting anong the ex-falcons. Perhaps they are recalling their own choice to denounce her, their own punishment.
"And Cardan id going to laugh and laugh when she does."'

That most definitely sounds like my favourite power couple :)

I SAW FANART OF THIS YAYYYYY :DDD

I hate how Wren can't go back despite the moderate begging of her unfamily AHHHH

'He needs me for his quest to save his father. Enough to make himself kiss me. Enough to bleed to keep me.'

WREN HE LOVES YOU WHAT ARE YOU ON

poor wren thinks a kiss of hers is a punishment :(

Wren has pale blue skin like s corpse, her dress is streaked with moss and mud, she has shark- like teeth, and pointy ears, but they are hidden behind matted, dirty blue hair only a little darker than her skin. Mortals are frightened by her.

'Don't tell me you got rid of Mr Rabbitson, the Fifth Earl of Woodstock?'
'I'm not a monster,' Jet scoffed, heading for the bathroom.
'He's in the closet. One of his arms fell off, though. Ooh, foreshadowing.'

Saying that after losing consciousness in one a due to a leaking aneurysm is diabolical.

'See the brand. Coleby. Is that one you use at work, that your employees have?'
[...]
'Luke?' She showed him the screen.
'Not off the top of m head.'
'No, it was off the top of my head, Luke. The back actually.'

mhm dark humour

'Jet swung, made a dent, then billy swung, his dent twice the size of hers.
'Hey,' she said, 'your Sledgehammer is better. Switch.'
It wasn't the Sledgehammer.'

'Hey.' Jet's eyes burned into him. 'You better not have been eavesdropping.'
'I wasn't, I swear!'
'Tell anyone, and I'll let your dad know about your freaky little porn collection.'
Owen whimpered.'

'A lot of knockoff superheroes at the costume contest, a shitty plastic gold medal for the winner: Spider-ish-Man.'

'Don't tell me you got rid of Mr Rabbitson, the Fifth Earl of Woodstock?'
'I'm not a monster,' Jet scoffed, heading for the bathroom.
'He's in the closet. One of his arms fell off, though. Ooh, foreshadowing.'

Saying that after losing consciousness in one a due to a leaking aneurysm is diabolical.

'See the brand. Coleby. Is that one you use at work, that your employees have?'
[...]
'Luke?' She showed him the screen.
'Not off the top of m head.'
'No, it was off the top of my head, Luke. The back actually.'

mhm dark humour

Jet swung, made a dent, then billy swung, his dent twice the size of hers.
'Hey,' she said, 'your sledgehammer's better than mine. Switch.'
It wasn't the sledgehammer.

'Hey.' Jet's eyes burned into him. 'You better not have been eavesdropping.'
'I wasn't, I swear!'
'Tell anyone, and I'll let your dad know about your freaky little porn collection.'
Owen whimpered.

A lot of knockoff superheroes at the costume contest, a shitty plastic gold medal for the winner: Spider-ish-Man.