Depends whether you’d be a serf - as a poor person you’d probably would - then the local gentry would have drafted you, if you were unmarried. As a potter, i.e. a craftsman, it’s highly unlikely you’d be unmarried. These things required shops that passed down through families.

They're connected; that's why there's snot in your nose when you cry. Also don't blow so hard or you'll end up with a ruptured ear drum. They are connected too.

Well, in 1773 in borderland, you'd probably speak German, the Seven Years war has just ended a couple of years prior, the War for Bavarian succession was around the corner. You may have lost a couple of children to that.

South Moravia here (part of Czechia for foreigners) and we only ever called it “háčkování” (crocheting). Never heard of kneading ever.

This for me was always Cadet Hux watching someone he disliked walking into a trap :)

I still laugh every time I watch them turn the corner (do rivers have corners?) and see the ringing pile of shite

that's good to hear :) I wasn't sure if it works here but I got so angry with Twitter for the last couple of days, it became completely unusable site for me, so I wanted to take these silly minifics elsewhere.

Do people do thread minifics here like we did on twitter? And would anyone want to read a slightly cracky huxloween themed one?

If my brain doesn't unstick itself, I'm gonna end up writing sentinel/guide trope in the year of our Lord 2023, and that would be just embarrassing

I spent the day haunted by an idea for a kylux soulbond fic (fantasy au) - I have the PERFECT climax and catharsis, but I absolutely don't know how to set up the world to make that story happen. Exposition, dammit!