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whitegoldtower · 1 year

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How to be more Unseelie, from me, your friendly neighbourhood Welsh ‘changeling’.

Hoard your shiny trinkets.

Drink milk and eat honey as often as possible

You don’t have to be vegan or a vegetarian to be a fae. In traditional Skyrim style, I enjoy following the bosmer diet as closely as possible. For those who haven’t followed up on any Skyrim lore, the bosmer honour ‘the Green Pact’, which means that in order to protect their forests and vegetation, they only eat meat and only partake in vegetation that has already been given up by the earth, I.e, apples that have already fallen from trees.

If you’re going to pluck an apple from a tree, leave something else beneficial behind, unless the tree is yours.

If someone you don’t like offends you, get your revenge. Knot their hair in their sleep.

Walk barefoot through the woods at dusk.

Try caving!

Engage in revelry. If it’s to your liking, fuck often, drink until you’re merry and smoke that grass.

Try taking a nap under a tree. I promise you, it’s wonderful. The air in the forests is different to the air in the town.

Embrace change and chaos.

Give in to your fascination with blood.

Be vain from time to time. Gaze at yourself and locate the parts of you that you like the most. Show them some love. Take pride in your skin and hair, make a ritual of brushing it lovingly each night.

Keep your mind sharp and your teeth sharper.

Follow your instincts and trust your intuition. Youth passes quickly; if you want something, get it while you can.

Do not let societal expectations hold you back. If you want to scream, scream. If you want to frolic, then frolic. If you want to dance, then dance until your legs give out.

Honestly? Don’t even try to blend in with regular people. Look however you want to look; if they don’t like it, that’s their problem.

Bite gently as a form of affection.

Bother not the spiders. They catch flies for you.

If you can, snack on mealworms. They’re actually quite yummy. And take blood wherever you can - black pudding, blodplattar, sanguinaccio are all delicious.

Appreciate not just the rose, but it’s thorns too.

Find beauty in death. Frequent the cemeteries.

Write well and often. The fae are masters of language. Learn more than one, if it suits you.

Decorate your domain with flowers, dead or alive, and trailing, climbing plants.

Swim in a lake.

Brew your own mead/cider. It’s a fun learning experience and yields yummy results.

Learn an instrument (or multiple)!

Finally, prank and frighten people for fun (within reason). I never had to do it, but you could always work on quietening your footsteps.

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whitegoldtower · 1 year

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A new flavour of elf; ad-lib improvisation from the pov of the King, a dangerous and tempting creature, a combination of vampire, elf and Eldritch being. This species of elf thrives in natural darkness and decay, is very much carnivorous, and can either lure in prey to eat or to create more of its kind (usually through the sharing of blood, but also through mating). When a human is impregnated by this sort of elf, they will feel compelled to indulge some rather cannibalistic cravings, and will birth what can only be described as a mandrake under a new moon. The scream of the newborn will kill the mother (which it will then proceed to eat) unless it is immediately submerged in goat’s milk.

As with many types of fae, these elves will do favours for humans who ask nicely and leave adequate offerings. More often than not, these favours are… dark. Think of it as like hiring an otherworldly assassin. Those killed by this kind of elf are identifiable by their peaceful, almost pleasured expressions, lack of blood in their bodies, and also by the lack of certain organs. Picky eaters, they tend to leave everything except for the blood, the heart, the tongue and the kidneys.

They accept offerings of blood, wine, meat and overripe fruit, and are physically identifiable by their hollow backs, sharp and graceful features, spidery black hair and ‘talons’ on both their hands and feet. They can be temporarily paralysed by dropping a pair of open scissors into the hollow of their spines or placing a silver coin in their mouths when asleep, allowing for a speedy escape from one. They prey on regular humans, and are more likely to consider those with a magickal gift or ability (such as witches) as mates.

I was born of the red blood of the alder tree, bled into being under the absent light of the black moon. Where the shadows under the canopy are cast, there have I been. Where the moon’s light does not touch, there am I. When the deepest waters of stagnant lakes stir beneath the duckweed, there will I be. As you wander the woods alone and feel the cold whispers of the night at your throat, when you awaken with your hair in knots and tangles, when the fermented juice of the reddest apples and darkest sloes drips down your chin, you become tangible with my domain. Step into the shadowed cave, gaze into the blackened pool, bathe in your jilted sunlight. Twist your fingers into the brambles, child, and watch your lifeblood with fascination. Hear the call of the wild-hunt, eat of the fruits of the Otherworld, stroke the fur of the white hounds tipped with crimson. Caress the bones of those who fell prey to the wilderness, laugh as the spiders weave gossamer into your hair and the maggots wriggle around in your gums. Take my cold, regal hand and thrive in your deathliness. The humans cannot love you like I can, my child. They would force you to crawl when you were meant to run. I would teach you to sour their milk, rot their fruits, and you would walk with me as your father in darkness.

Do you think me repulsive, or beautiful? Do you see my hollowed back, full of cobwebs and wilted flowers and not find yourself curious? Would you not flock to my side, beneath my shroud, and glide under my wing? Would you not be comforted by the scent of blood and oakmoss, of witches’ bonfires and overripe apples? Come to me. I have something to show you - It’s a flower, nothing more. Yet when I take the petals between my lips, and bite, I snuff out its life. And just as easily, I can return it. I may pluck the reinvention of the flower from my crown, now; twice as beautiful. Wouldn’t you like to be beautiful too?

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