princessquinnella
Faith, Trust, & Pixie Dust!
Mun: Age, 26, Bisexual 💖💜💙✨🍀 Fly with you! I am Quinnella. It is a pleasure to meet you. Welcome to Pixie Hollow! It is always so much fun meeting new Fairy Friends! Flit by my workshop for anything that requires a bit of Tinkering, or, if you just want to chat about the latest Fairy gossip. Fly with you soon! 🍀✨
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[FLIRT] Jiminy Cricket
(yes i know im not @cxnscience but i need this ship to take off!)
The fairy dims her glow - if only to hide how pink her blush was as the cricket recites a lurid poem to her of her beauty and enchantment…
Whether the soliloquy had been one written of his own words or discovered within one of the many books upon the multitude of shelves that the village library held that the cricket often frequented, Quinnella could not be certain. For the conscience was often as well spoken as any written word.
Either way, Jiminy’s words certainly did the trick. 💕
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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐀 👀 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒
(a collection of spicy prompts with various contexts. They were left vague to match varying levels of spice and situations.)
→ add + reverse to reverse the roles!
[OFFICE]: sender and receiver are making out in receiver's office
[CAR]: sender and receiver are making out in receiver's car
[BITE]: while kissing, sender bites receiver's lips
[PULL]: sender pulls on receiver's hair to expose their neck
[PINNED]: sender pins receiver against a wall
[LAP]: sender pulls receiver onto their lap
[ELEVATOR]: sender and receiver are making out in an elevator
[FLIRT]: sender flirts with receiver to make them blush
[CHOKE]: sender grabs receiver by the throat
[KNIFE]: sender uses a knife to rip receiver's clothes
[GROWL]: sender growls in receiver's ears
[QUIET]: sender orders receiver to be more quiet
[COLLAR]: sender grabs receiver by the collar to pull them closer
[WRESTLE]: sender wrestles receiver, pinning them on the floor
[WHISPER]: sender whispers sweet nothings into receiver's ears
[KNOCK]: sender walks into a room without knocking only to find receiver in their underwear
[HALLWAY]: after inviting receiver into their flat, sender and receiver start making out in the hallway
[INJURY]: sender gently tends to receiver's wounds, which leads to them kissing
[MUFFLE]: sender puts their hand over receiver's mouth to keep them quiet
[PUBLIC]: sender and receiver are making out in a secluded but public place
[TABLE]: sender touches receiver's thigh under the table at a restaurant or a dinner party
#Workshop is Open ~ (Accepting)#Fairy Games! ✨#Feel free to send some in on anon as some of Quinny’s F/O’s too lol 🌹
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do u do Edit requests ?
if so can you do one for Lampwick and Tizzywing please ?
Happy to!
Lampy is showing Tizzy some card tricks! 🃏
In the background, Jiminy gifting his Tinkering Darling Stalker a Candle Holder. lol 🕯
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Me having a very dramatic plot heavy Basil x Quinnella dream…
Quinnella either running from her and Basils wedding… or Quinnella being kidnapped from the wedding by Ratigan / his goons…
Why not both? Ratigan scaring her / blackmailing her into running away, and then of course luring her into a trap / capturing her after the fact for himself. Best of both angstfully painful plots since that’s where it seemed to lead anyways near the end lol
Basil, Dawson and Elizabeth (owned by @aili-chan 💝) - even Olivia at one minor point lol - rushing about different parts of London through the night trying to find her…
Basil hauling about his violin case the whole time, at one point pulling the instrument out to sorrowfully / drunkenly play it at the dark sidewalk of Kensington Park as Dawson watches on - my man needs his comfort object!!! 🎻
Poor sleuth getting a bit of cold feet and a more nervously drunken stuper at one point.
Basil and Dawson having a lovely heart to heart / comfort and caring and confidence imbuing talk that only a friend like Dawson can grant him.
Ratigan showing up dead of night, bride still no where to be found… and yeah he’s gloating to a drunkenly royally pissed off sleuth, as the crime lord is lamenting all Basil took from him - and that ever since that sparkling bride came into both their lives, their happy little game has seemingly left Basil with a new obsession.
The lass a mere pawn in this ongoing game they’ve invested themselves in long ago.
His former lover cannot help but be jealous apparently. Not that Ratigan would ever admit it - or return his bride. Because the woman was his to begin with before Basil so shamelessly stole her away from him first.
A mere tit for tat.
I didn’t even get to wake up with anything resolved AGH!!!!
Had to hurriedly / brokenly type this dream up before going back to sleep. XD 😅 It was movie levels of drama and story and visual.
#It’s No Mystery That I Love You 🔎🎻⚜️#The World’s Greatest Criminal Mind! 🍾#Basil x Quinnella ~ Wedding Bliss 💍#Reblog for the Night Fairies 🌙
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Me having a very dramatic plot heavy Basil x Quinnella dream…
Quinnella either running from her and Basils wedding… or Quinnella being kidnapped from the wedding by Ratigan / his goons…
Why not both? Ratigan scaring her / blackmailing her into running away, and then of course luring her into a trap / capturing her after the fact for himself. Best of both angstfully painful plots since that’s where it seemed to lead anyways near the end lol
Basil, Dawson and Elizabeth (owned by @aili-chan 💝) - even Olivia at one minor point lol - rushing about different parts of London through the night trying to find her…
Basil hauling about his violin case the whole time, at one point pulling the instrument out to sorrowfully / drunkenly play it at the dark sidewalk of Kensington Park as Dawson watches on - my man needs his comfort object!!! 🎻
Poor sleuth getting a bit of cold feet and a more nervously drunken stuper at one point.
Basil and Dawson having a lovely heart to heart / comfort and caring and confidence imbuing talk that only a friend like Dawson can grant him.
Ratigan showing up dead of night, bride still no where to be found… and yeah he’s gloating to a drunkenly royally pissed off sleuth, as the crime lord is lamenting all Basil took from him - and that ever since that sparkling bride came into both their lives, their happy little game has seemingly left Basil with a new obsession.
The lass a mere pawn in this ongoing game they’ve invested themselves in long ago.
His former lover cannot help but be jealous apparently. Not that Ratigan would ever admit it - or return his bride. Because the woman was his to begin with before Basil so shamelessly stole her away from him first.
A mere tit for tat.
I didn’t even get to wake up with anything resolved AGH!!!!
Had to hurriedly / brokenly type this dream up before going back to sleep. XD 😅 It was movie levels of drama and story and visual.
#It’s No Mystery That I Love You 🔎🎻⚜️#Basil x Quinnella ~ Wedding Bliss 💍#The World’s Greatest Criminal Mind! 🍾
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Scene from Lampwick and THE GREAT CHOCOLATE ADVENTURE of Neverland
(Set Up : The rest of the group is waiting outside the tribe around a campfire)
Amber: Shhh!!! can you hear that?
Lampwick: somebody is coming
Tizzywing: Here it is!! LET'S CATCH HIM!!
(This spy was behind a bush And she was…. QUINNELLA )
everybody: 😲😲😲😲😲😲
Dunkin: Why were you following us??
Quinnella: I already lost my brother Lazarus once to a storm when we were born; Do you think I'm willing to LOSE HIM AGAIN for a silly search for cocoa?
Tiger Lily: Quinny i promise nothing is gonna happen to your brother -
Quinnella : IF HE GOES WITH YOU YOU WILL HAVE TO SUPPORT ME TOO!!
Tizzywing: OK, you win; you can go with us
Amber: She can help us, too.
Lazarus: OMG… It's not like we were going to the end of the world, but it's okay 🙄
Lampwick : Fine by me (Shrugs )
Pinocchio: well, 11 is not a bad number.
Emerald: 😊😊😊
Alexander: But pleaase, be prudent and obedient
Amber, Scarlet and Tizzywing: 😏😏😏
Lampwick: May everything be for the success of this mission.
Tiger Lily : Agreed
Lazarus: Ok 🤷♂️
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Ur Thoughts ON This , Quinny ?
“We’ll be Never Faeries at our best!” Quinnella chimes the fairy oath cheerfully, hugging affectionately onto Lazarus.
She’s even dawned a sturdy adventure ensemble for the quest. Ever fashionable yet practical. Her leaf pouch is filled with her usual Tinkers Tools, her Tinkers hammer at her belt 🔨, along with her Tinkers goggles.
“… Just no one mention this to Lyre…”
Even though he’s no doubt already surmised her scheme for himself based on her disappearance.
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Heads Up :
Lampwick, Alexander , Tizzywing , Tiger Lily, Pinocchio, Lazarus (Quinnella's brother ) , Emerald, Dunkin , Amber Daisybug and Scarlet are all part of the quest for the secret Cocoa Grove !
Eilonwy and Alice stay Behind To Inform Lampwick, Alexander , Tiger Lily and Pinocchio's parents of their where abouts and help Dulcie gather ingredients for her special chocolate recipes while they wait for them to return from Lampwick's quest !
ur thoughts ?
“Flitterific!” ✨ Quinnella cannot wait to hear what they discover!
“… You had to mention the chocolate grove legend to impertinent children…” Lyre scoffs at her.
“… They’ll be fine.” Though she doesn’t sound all that certain. Maybe not Lampwick, but that boy was always getting into trouble from what Jiminy said.
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Any other faerie would have considered the job done and flown off.
Yet Quinnella found herself drawn back inside the faerie sized hole as Smee inspected the wall. She was pleased to hear the men getting quick to work as she landed upon a stone a few inches below the Pirate Captain, brightening her glow to its fullest to offer him some extra light.
She offers him a small comforting smile.
… It seemed the wretch did have a heart of some sort. Or at the very least held some modicum of strained affection and trust towards his Bo’sun.
It was… endearing.
🪨🪨🪨🪨🪨🪨🪨🪨🪨🪨🪨
She’s quick to flit out of the way as the crew come closer with their lanterns to better chase away the dark of the cavern. They make shorter work still at lifting the final boulders from their Captains languid form, the crew bustling the harried man up gingerly to his feet.
The faerie eyes the Pirate as he speaks - sincerely so it seems. Her gold flecked amber eyes flick down to the Captains pocket for her absconded Lost Thing momentarily before…
Perhaps it was her naturalistic Tinkers Pride, for it is his hook that captures her eye next; the grisly curved weapon of the prosthetic hand having been shorn from its sheath at the Pirates arm from the cacophony of the wrecking boulders from above.
Quinnella was a Tinker. She simply could not help it.
Metal called to her. Especially when it was broken and beaten and battered, crying out in pain from a mutilating cave in.
Yet… it was his hook. 🪝
Many Tinkers could boast about the individual greatest repairs or creations of their Talent Guild. One of the most famous was TinkerBell - one whom Hook was particularly well acquainted with.
Oh TinkerBell had gotten into many a tussle with the Captain with Peter Pan, and though three faeries of separate Talents each: Prilla, the Mainland Clapping-Talent, Rani, the Water-Talent and Vidia the Fast-Flying Talent could boast about escaping The Jolly Roger and stealing one of Hooks silver double cigar holders to trade with Kyto the Dragon Many Seasons Past when Mother Doves Egg had fatally cracked) not even TinkerBell herself - the best Tinker in all of Pixie Hollow - could not boast to repairing one of the Pirates wretchedly famous prosthetic Hooks.
Perhaps, then, the Pots-and-Pans Talent would pay more attention to her Jewelry-Talent Guild Member.
Quinnella flit over to perch on the curve of the Pirates wretched iron claw. She shivered from the tips of her toes to the sparkly tips of her wings. Even through her clover slippers she could feel the irons wrath. The metal had been seared and welded in as much blackavized bloodlust as its master held beating within his heart.
To be expected no doubt. Still, the faerie stands her ground, eyeing the Pirate evenly as she perches on the curve of his hook, her tiny hands nestled in fists, hidden behind her back to try and control their quaking.
Of all the tales of his vile deeds, just as well known about the Pirate was the ironic fact that he was a gentleman through and through, and always kept his word - though he may as often twist his words to fit his likening…
For however long this graceful amount of Quarter lasted, Quinnella intended to make the most of it.
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Hook could see the light - the same fairy light he clumsily lunged for! - dancing about distantly, the only source of light other than his fallen lantern in this foul abyss. He tried to cry out, but each move only further crushed his form.
He was going to die...die an ignoble death by rock!
He was glad no one would write about this. Smarter men did not know about him, sadly, and his own men had impossible penmanship at best, gladly.
Perhaps with time he could wiggle his way out? Heart racing, sweating like a volcano, he took a steady breath and start wiggling.
Then the light came back in! He observed - barely able to breath - that the fairy (for certainly he could see now that it was a fairy in green) try to cast some it's magic on the rock.
Was it...was it helping him?
With her final words - more pleasant sounding than the other fairies he'd encountered to his surprise - she sped off for help. Or so he deeply, truly hoped.
Fortunately for Quinnella and Hook, Smee and the boys were truly lost and unable to figure out where to go, and thus were closer by than not when they were found by the fae woman.
"And I say we go right because right is right!" Smee firmly declared before noticing the fairy. "Oh, hello there, young miss! Would you happen to-"
And suddenly it dawned on Smee that if a fairy was trying to get their attention with such fear in its eyes, something was dreadfully wrong...
"Lads! Follow that fairy!" Smee ran off and the lads - mostly more confused than certain - ran after him.
Smee's breath ran cold upon seeing the cave-in. Surely this was the way the Cap'n went and yet...he put his hand on the rock. He was a sailor first, but he could tell this was all as freshly disturbed as possible.
Hook groaned. "Smee...Smee, is that you?"
"Aye, Cap'n! Hold on, we'll get you out in a jiff!"
It was grueling work, yet the strange loyalty that held them together was fire in the bellies and strength in their arms as they pulled rock after rock away. Hook felt his heart stop with every shift of the rock, afraid to feel just one more pound of earth land upon him.
When finished, all men about were thoroughly sweat-drenched and sick with exhaustion, a final pull of strength lifting their captain from the ground and into their arms. They propped him up as they all struggled to breath in this dark hold.
Hook, pale as a ghost and haggard as a ghoul, looked at the fairy.
"You saved me. I...I..." he struggled to even comprehend what had all happened, just as hard as it was to breath just a moment ago. "I promise you clemency from my crew, as a matter of honor. I may not be at peace with fae-kind for their alliance to Pan, but you have oath that me and my own are forever at peace with you. As long as you do not harm us, we will only be allies to you."
"Beyond that," he shifted, trying to find a comfortable spot for his sore body, "I will give what I can in my power."
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Out of Pixie Dust ✨
🍃🔨🍄☘️
The stars are out, whispering their sweet songs, the moon shines high to protect and guide, the flowers cup their petals close for comfort, the lightning bugs begin their dance of night…
Flitting off to bed! Sweet dreams to all! 💫
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∞ 𝒾𝓃𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓉ℯ𝓁𝓎 𝒽𝒾𝓈 ℊ𝒾𝓇𝓁 ∞
#Basil x Quinn vibes#It’s No Mystery That I Love You 🔎🎻⚜️#Jas. x Quinn vibes#Rewrite the Stars ✨🥀💫#Dessy x Quinny vibes#Might & Magic Everlasting ⚡️✨#Suggestive#NSFW
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Out of Pixie Dust ✨
🍃🔨🍄☘️
The stars are out, whispering their sweet songs, the moon shines high to protect and guide, the flowers cup their petals close for comfort, the lightning bugs begin their dance of night…
Flitting off to bed! Sweet dreams to all! 💫
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thinking about how when you experience a lot of shame in your formative years (indirectly, directly, as abuse or just as an extant part of your environment) it becomes really difficult to be perceived by other people in general. the mere concept of someone watching me do anything, whether it's a totally normal activity or something unfamiliar of embarrassing, whether I'm working in an excel spreadsheet or being horny on main, it just makes my skin crawl and my brain turn to static because I cannot convince myself that it's okay to be seen and experienced. because to exist is to be ashamed and embarrassed of myself, whether I'm failing at something or not, because my instinctive reaction to anyone commenting on ANYTHING I'm doing is to crawl into a hole and die. it's such a bizarre and dehumanizing feeling to just not be able to exist without constantly thinking about how you are being Perceived. ceaseless watcher give me a god damn break.
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Leaves a hand full of blueberries for her.
Oh!! Quinnella beams with glee, clapping her hands. What a sweet gift! 💕
The faerie brings the berries in one by one, setting them on her worktable. Crystal would be delighted indeed!
“Crystal!” She whistles for her hummingbird, and the emerald rosy throated hummingbird comes fluttering up with a cheerful hum. “Lookie at what someone left for you, Trinket, dear! Your favorite!” 🫐
Crystal does a delighted loop-de-loop and snaps one in her beak, tossing it up and catching it mid-air. Hmm~hmm~hmm! 🎶 Crystal hums sweetly as she devours her treat.
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