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[OC/FAE] "Pray, sweet girl, wouldst thou cometh closer?"
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It’s a truly foul day here in Merry Old England, so I baked myself a lemon drizzle cake to cheer things along. After finishing Gabe & Odessa’s Season One, I’m onto something new already… Fae themed this time, featuring childhood friends to ‘strangers’, intrigue, mystery, and some romance. Stay tuned, I guess!
(This insta is my author/writing one…)
#baking with ghosti#lemon drizzle#I halved the sugar in the recipe and it’s still really sweet haha#fae#fae story#Instagram
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The abandoned path
Long ago the path that was taken have been abandoned.. the fights between the fae and greedy human being begin and not slowly but things were changing quite fast. Fae were changing their ways and throwing greedy beings out of their forest. Perhaps human didn't sit silent instead of accepting or apologizing for their dones, they decided to start a fight.
Humans started the fight following by being a greedy thief. Everything, nature, plants and animals, angels, elves and birds.. were on the side of the fae; human lost the ground, nature and all the belongings held left in the forest. The sky has always been beautiful and it's special when you see it from the forest perhaps human beings aren't allowed to pass.
The path human used to take become abandoned. No fae has ever been witnessed perhaps the path is visible to the humans living in the Village.
#of it was for me i would have crossed the path with all due respect and would die watching the night sky#filled with the stars from the fae forest while wolves hawl and drag me to death with their wolf teeths#aesthetic#pinterest#tumblr#cottage aesthetic#cottage garden#cottagecore#faerie#faerie garden#black tumblr#dark fae#fae speaks#fae story#story of fae#stories#original story#storytelling#short story#fae talks#fae#glitter#abandoned#humans#suicudal#wanna kms#i wanna die there#fairy blogs#fairycore#fairytale
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OK I NEED MY FAE LOVERS WHO LIKE TO READ FAE STORIES OR WRITE THEM!!! So I saw a tictok by “@poetbastard” an it’s great,
An here’s the prompt!!!
“ The Fae notices you enjoying the abduction to his realm a little too much.”
WE NEED TO HAVE A ENEMIES TO LOVERS TO STRANGERS TO LOVES AGAIN WITH THAT !!!!
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Hi can I hear some of your fae stories if you wish to share?
Oh Goddess The Fae...
The first time I tried to asral project I encountered one of the Good Folk. Mind you, I did not believe they or astral projection were really a "thing". I was very early on in my spiritual journey and was skeptically trying things out.
Anyways, I meditated and astral projected. I met someone and began speaking to them. Somehow I immediately caught on they were Fae and luckily knew a bit of lore (don't tell them your name, be respectful, never say thank you). They admitted I had Fae in my bloodline which I have suspected for various reasons including my heritage, family name, and the fact that most of my family looks elfin--my cousins literally look like they walked out of LOTR but I digress... I very stupidly told this Good Gentleman I was going on a trip and that I would leave offerings for them before and after my journey if I made it safely to my destination. I was very careful to not enter an "agreement" or contract regarding this but I did want some assurance this trip would be safe. I thought this would work in my favor.
The morning of my trip, I left blueberries for them. I journeyed with my infant to the other side of the country and very stupidly forgot to leave my offering (travelling with a small child will do that to you!). Within a few hours of arrival I became so unbearably ill my host nearly drove me to the emergency room even though I begged her not to. I could not keep water down and my strength had completely disappeared. I was a husk of myself. It was terrifying. As soon as I felt well enough I left my offering in the nearest tree.
I have never been ill like that before or since (excepting the time I drank tap water in India lol). I leave the Fae at arm's distance now and am VERY cautious about evoking their ire. I no longer leave offerings or reach out because I am a busy/forgetful person and they WILL make you regret forgetting them.
Which brings me to my next story.
Last week, my mother took my child and I to an old colonial farm. They had a "fairy house" on the property. As we were walking, we saw a strange circle of very large snail shells on the edge of the path. It was a perfect circle with one shell in the middle. There was something ominous about this and I told my son "Don't step on that", and pulled him to the side of it. All was well.
Unfortunately as we were leaving, he ran in front of me, and stepped right into the circle, spreading the shells everywhere.
Kid is only 4. It is hard to wriggle an apology out of him in the best of times...I asked him to please apologize to them, and he refused. The wind whipped at our faces so we began hurrying away while I wheedled at him to just say sorry.
He said he wanted to see fairies (he thinks they are like Tinkerbell), so I said he will see one if he apologizes. Mostly I want him to apologize because he needs to learn to do so, but I am also VERY aware we are in the forest, there are fae, and we have offended them.
The very instant "I'm sorry" comes out of this kid's mouth something black circles over our heads three times and disappears. It was far too fast to see, but I know it was fae. The timing was not a coincidence. I taught him the "rules" as quickly as possible and have told him about some lore, but that little dude...
My kid walked away from that experience thoroughly impressed with the fae, talking to them and telling them he appreciates their kindness, can he take this stick, mommy, what's that behind you? Never have I been so glad to be out of the forest :') .
Now he keeps calling them to our garden and seems to have an affinity for them (yes, I know he's a child and I am careful, he is never out of my sight...).
Anyway, after that I astral projected again and spoke to another one of the Fair Folk about my bloodline and learned more about my family's history, but that's about my extent of interaction with the Fae because I really do not want to attract their attention if at all possible at this point in my life.
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The trees are tall here and the forest thick. If feels like it goes forever but you see a glow ahead of you. The big golden moon in the dark blue sky. Its a dark wishing well above us, the stars, coins. Crystal dew teardrops glisten, glowing mushrooms specking the glade
I close my eyes, and wish for eternity.
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redesigning my headcanon for Sebek's parents, based on important new information (SCALES)
(you can't see it but they're both wearing crocs)
#art#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland spoilers#twisted wonderland episode 7 spoilers#twisted wonderland book 7 spoilers#they are truly the most inspiring love story of our generation#though i guess he's not dr. zigvolt since zigvolt is the clan name...#unless he took her name which i absolutely could see. why would you ever not want to be called zigvolt.#this does tie nicely in with my headcanon that sebek's siblings got more of the fae features than he did#and he has a Complex about it#i get the impression that sebek's siblings are much closer in age to each other and also have more of their dad's chill#so sebek is sort of the baby of the family and he's got a Complex about that too#i think a lot about the zigvolt family for characters who have never actually appeared#on the subject of actual canon though#i do actually really appreciate that both sebek and silver each had a little moment of reassuring each other#that this is 400 years ago and also incredibly unfortunate circumstances#and present-day reality lilia and baul love them very much#(i do think sebek is secretly baul's favorite grandkid)#it was just nice to see! especially from sebek! he is sometimes a very thoughtful boy and it's always nice to see that side of him#sebek trying SO hard to get baul to like him though 😭#and lilia being like 'aw i think you're getting kind of fond of him :)'#i love. Characters.
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POV: ur making memes for a random story u started 48 hrs ago that's already at 25000 words
#im not super attached to the name emilia#but i needed a name that had a nickname variation#and sounded halfway normal#so its the first thing my brain thought of#thoughts#diary#fae story
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Boatem knights joel and lizzie
The hunter and the lady of the woods
#i just think they're neat#the sillies#also like they're sorta supposed to be story book ish#for funies#but yeah hunt joel and fae lizzie#boatem knights au#joel smallishbeans#smallishbeans#smallishbeans fanart#ldshadowlady#ldshadowlady fanart#my art#character designs
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#ough#twisted wonderland#twst#sebek zigvolt#lilia vanrouge#baul zigvolt#twst baby#fanart#what if one day the trace of fae disappear completely from the great great grand child#that's a story for another time
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So like...Sam's Liminal. Definitely Liminal.
She's also very pretty.
Constantine's a little tipsy, but he's very, very sure he just accidentally sat next to a Fae at the bar.
Heavily influenced by certain lines in Inferno, buttttt
Sam's a very pretty young woman. Beautiful smile (with too sharp teeth), lovely eyes (but they're a little too wide, a little too bright), fantastic skin (unnaturally pale, suspiciously cold), and a very pretty face (perfectly symmetrical)-first glance anyone who leans towards women would get instant butterflies in the stomach.
But Constantine's been around danger enough to recognize those aren't butterflies.
That's fear.
There's a deep, instinctual fear that is telling him he has to run.
Just as he's about to leave, though, her hand rests itself on his arm.
"Leaving so soon, Hellblazer? And here I thought you'd want to take a look at this...interesting contract I found."
Ah. Shit.
He sits back down, next to the Unseelie Fae who, apparently, owns part of his soul.
Sam, for her part, just wants to scare the idiot straight so he'll stop making work for Danny. (Danny's days are almost nothing but fielding complaints about Constantine and he's so fucking close to hunting the man down himself).
#dpxdc#dcxdp#dp x dc#dc x dp#phanfic#story prompt#new headcanon that the people from Amity are so liminal that they're unnaturally pretty#and it freaks people out#Paulina became a model that doesn't get the short end of the stick#because every single modeling agency is too terrified of her to try to cheat her#val ended up working as vlad's secretary and is set to inherit his business#and the business world is absolutely terrified of both of them#dash is the prettiest cop in gotham#he's also the scariest#the longer you stand next to him the more creeped out you get but you don't understand WHY#unnaturally beautiful amity parkers#and the actual fae are getting really confused#because they'll see an amity parker in the wild#and think it's one of their own for a second#but it isn't#that's something new#something dangerous#and it's staring right at them
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[OC/FAE] the girl from the mist, changeling, self-exhumed
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OOOOOOOOOOH this new fae story sounds SO good!!! is it going to be NSFW or SFW? (either is wonderful, of course, and it’s okay not to have decided either! just curious!) do you have a title for it yet?
I haven't decided yet. I think it'll probably be sfw, given the outline I have for it. Any parts/chapters that are nsfw will be clearly marked in my usual way.
Don't have a title either haha. I literally dreamed this up today.
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First: once you know something’s name you have power over it. This is an old, old rule. Be careful giving out your name, because if it can be given it can be taken, and you along with it.
Second: the fae love beautiful things, and they will steal what they love. Sometimes it is to keep the object of their affection pristine and unaging, unravaged by time; sometimes it is just for the sake of having it. (They don’t love in the same way we do.)
Third: a changeling is a replica created to hide a theft. Sometimes it is a fae creature fully alive and wearing a stolen face. Sometimes it is simply a bundle of branches wrapped in magic, meant to die a wasting death and leave mourners who never suspect the truth.
Last: our city was beautiful. It was known far and wide, and because of that had names spoken in many different tongues. But it was not so hard to gather them all, in the end.
The changeling city was built in a night. The elf-queen fell in love with it, the story goes, and she had to have it. The sun on the far side of the equinox rose to find our city had been stolen from under us, and an imperfect imitation left in its place. Those who had known it their whole life found it suddenly strange underfoot, unfamilar and uncanny. Something woven of branches wrapped in magic, meant to die a wasting death and leave mourners who never suspected the truth.
And yet. What does a changeling want? It exists to hide a theft and then to die. What does it want?
A city can die. A city can be dying. So a city must then also be able to live. A city grows and changes and devours itself to grow further. Cities are hungry. A city kept unaging and untouched will starve to death: it becomes its own mausoleum. (Our city, the stolen city, is pristine and unaging and unravaged by time, in the elf-queen’s land. It is also dead.)
Our city, the changeling city, was meant to die - and so it must have been living, and living things want to keep living. We want it to keep living. We tear down buildings and raise new ones, pave and repave old streets, dig deep into the earth below, coax the borders ever outward like creeping vines. The changes tear open the glamor. The cobweb-thick veil of magic bubbles and warps around new steel girders and road salts, the slow march forward of time and architecture and the tides of humanity. It is how we discover the theft. But even then our city, the changeling city, was already too much something-else to be sent back wholesale. We would not burn it.
Our city becomes stranger around each new rupture point. Marble crumbles into ancient seashells when we tear down old buildings for the stone. When we dig downward into what should be ancient, buried streets, ready to excavate and tunnel, we find untouched cave systems full of silver trees, perfect unmoving imitations of life. Sometimes the cobblestones shake loose and you can see tiles of lapis lazuli and bone laid below them. Some streets writhe like snakes, or unname themselves. In the oldest parts of the city, which we have altered the least, there are buildings that have electricity and running water and heat, even though there is nothing in the bundled-branch walls but kudzu.
This strangeness, the way it shifts and contorts as it grows into something new, is as much part of our city as the image of the stolen city is. The changeling city is a branch grafted into another tree, bearing the first blooms of something the roots were never meant to support. But bloom it does. There are people born in this city, now, who never knew the stolen one at all. People who will never, in all their lives and all the world, feel at home anywhere else, nor know another place half as well.
What does a changeling want? It exists to hide a theft, but what does it want? To be allowed to be. To grow beyond the image it was made in. This is not our city, the stolen city. And yet this is our city. Ever-changing and ravaged by time and alive, it is our city.
It has its own name by now, but you will never know it. We have lost, and learned, and love too dearly to lose this one.
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Stuck on the idea of vampires as a kind of reverse fae, or like someone's twisted, perverse attempt at moulding humans into fae.
They're repelled by liminal spaces.
A vampire could never enter fairyland, not just because they'd never be welcomed, but because most of the usual entry-ways are naturally barred to them.
They can't cross running water. They can't be seen in mirrors. They will wait forever at a crossroads, unable to pick a direction to go in. They can't even step over a thresh-hold unless there is absolutely no ambiguity about whether they are welcome inside.
They crave human blood, iron and salt, but are repelled by herbs and plants. They are supernaturally prevented from harming you unless the rules of hospitality have been invoked.
A fairy may replace your newborn child with something unnatural and ever-hungry. A vampire will do the same, but with your grandmother's corpse.
The fae are typically associated, even in stories where they're the bad guys, with flourishing and purity. Vampires, even in stories where they're the good guys, are typically associated with decay and corruption.
The fae turn ancient human burial mounds into fancy halls for their courts. Vampires take ancient human castles and let them grow mildewed and cobwebbed, exchanging the beds for coffins, turning them into burial places.
Fae don't tend to live among humans, but can generally pass for them with relative ease if they so choose. Vampires nearly always live among humans, but tend to find not revealing themselves a huge struggle.
I can't think of many stories I've read where fae and vampires even exist in the same universe, let alone ones where they actively interact. I feel like their enmity is almost more inevitable than that between vampires and werewolves, however.
The rivalry between vampires and werewolves is, essentially, the rivalry between two apex predator species who share a territory. (Even in stories where the werewolves aren't actually hunting humans.)
The vampires hate the werewolves because the werewolves interfere with their access to prey. The werewolves hate the vampires either because they consider themselves aligned with humans (the prey species), or because they are also predators and the vampires are competing with them.
By comparison, I think there's some story potential in the fae finding something genuinely creepy and uncanny valley about vampires.
They're immortal, like them, but also dead. They can be beautiful, like them, but that beauty is something they actively require humans to sustain. They like to inhabit beautiful and ancient ex-human dwellings, like them, but they actively work to make those places dark, damp and empty.
Fairies who are unflappable in the face of all sorts of Otherworldly monsters, can look an eldritch horror in the eye(s) without blinking, and have never been phased yet by any human, but will recoil from even the weakest vampire.
Vampires who hate fairies just as much, but in a more envious way. The way that the creature for whom immortality is a curse is bound to hate the creatures for whom immortality is an eternity of sunlight and laughter.
Maybe their touches burn each other. Maybe vampires can't stand physical contact with anything so alive and vital. Maybe immortal fairies become ill from too much exposure to the undead.
Maybe they fight over the human population when their territories overlap. The fairy need for servants and people to make deals with, competing with the vampire need for thralls and blood to drink.
Just… fairies and vampires. We need more stories about them interacting.
#vampires#fae#fairies#fantasy#fantasy headcanons#urban fantasy#now imagine all this in the context of an enemies to lovers story
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