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In Bonetree, South Dakota, something is stirring. The forest is hungry, and the kids are too. Years of greed has bleached the forest grey, the plains grey, the herds of bison too struggling through the clay as the colour washes like blood from their feet. This town is rotting, rotting from the inside. Those grown haunt to ruin new flesh. This is America. But the forest has one last fight. One last surge of hope. The old gods, the pagan spirits of the woods see clearly through the blood and marrow. Gently with their wings they will lift up those born down from hate. ❝ Remember how we speak, in your bone marrow, child. Remember how we fill your blood with mud, grass and stones. Remember the leaves that fill your lungs with sand. ❞ [Original Folklore/Coming of Age apply fic.] [open]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐒 are a family who live on a farm in Wellspring, Connecticut. It feels like a dream: no clouds of pollution or thick swarms of people, no revving cars or wailing sirens. Just blue skies and grass that rolls like the ocean for miles. It's paradise. Or is it?

🧺─ ❛ 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀 ! ─ apply fic ❜ ❛❛ Was such a 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂... ╰┈➤ ┊ " You're coming to Brimcrest, right? " " 'Course I am! "┊ ... I can't 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉❜❜ ꒰ © -fairylulls- 2023 ꒱ ꒰ status: closed !꒱ ꒰Cover by me <3 ꒱

𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙉 · 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝖺𝖽𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾.. 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲, 𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗼𝘁 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘁𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂. 𝙖𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙩 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙧𝙪𝙜𝙨, 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙡.

were the kids in america (woah !)