I kept forgetting details and having to go back to add them and it feels extra rude to keep going back to Dean being freshly traumatized all sorry baby, I forgot that knife you stole from your villain that absolutely would have skewered your uncle. Also oops, don’t forget all this dried blood from those murders you witnessed.

Kie saying this edible ain’t shit than waking up months later, holding a baby and realizing he’s been sentenced to death by a divine power.

Dean going oh no the crushing weight is hereditary

All non-fae people: So the mist fucks up time, makes you hallucinate, just completely does a number on all your senses until you loose them and is filled with creatures who would happily pull you deeper into this just for their own amusement.

Kie: Yeah, I’ll do that recreationally.

Peter Pan: You have to believe in faeries for them to stay alive!

Dean: Actually, I’d prefer some solid emotional support and maybe a bodyguard or something.

The moon was hoping they’d be two dumb bitches telling each other exactlyyyyy

If y’all wanna know how it feels to write a long running comic, I was writing this page all ooh yay fun stuff to start to show the cracks in this whole thing to show that rules were actively broken—fuck, I never said there’s only one Kiata at a time! SHIT!

[But I have been told by my patrons that they didn’t have any confusion thanks to previous conversations within the comic on the subject along with just the actual context of this being a chosen one story. But it still didn’t feel great to realize I fumbled something this big lmao]

Me practicing my eye contact

[Thank you Nasa for the moon texture!]

Faerie: [Not listening, barely knows what’s going on]

Dean: This feels familiar–

Dean wishes being a chosen one limited the narrative, he would love nothing more than for the narrative to limit itself.