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ghost-bxrd · 2 months
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Do you have more fae!Dick headcanons, but from the batfam or his friends pov? 🥺
Check out this awesome post for a phenomenal addition to the Fae verse!
But in case you wanna stick with only Dick being fae, here’s some more headcanons for you, hehe ✨ I can never say no to doing more 👏
I don’t know enough about Dick’s friends to do a good pov for them, but here’s Bruce and Jason for now 💚
Bruce
Bruce knew something was other about Dick from the moment he started screaming when his parents fell and every single animal inside the circus went wild
Dick is a strange child. he never lies, but he’s got this uncanny ability to maneuver around the truth and make it bend to his will. It comes in handy during his Robin days, but Bruce will be the first to admit it creeps him out a bit. Even thinks that sound like a lie on surface level and up being truthful. To the letter.
Contracts. During their time as Batman and Robin, Bruce unknowingly enters into multiple little deals with Dick without being aware of it. Dick never takes advantage, but there’s one instance where Bruce finally realizes how important it is to leave absolutely no loopholes in orders or wordings when Dick nearly kills someone and it still falls into the terms of their agreement
The manor. Things have never been completely normal about the ancestral home, but with Dick around the walls seem to breathe. There’s always a light on behind some window even when it’s late and Alfred is long asleep. At night something scratches along the walls and the scent of rain and mushrooms lingers in the air. Neither Bruce or Alfred ever find its source. Hallways become long and winding when you’re half asleep. The walk to the restroom ends up being at least ten minutes.
Bruce yells at Dick and uses his full name for the first time and Dick just— folds. It’s not his true name, but he treats it as such. And Bruce is horrified at the way Dick’s entire form seems to warp and gain new joints and twist itself outside the human imagination. But then he blinks and it’s just Dick again, glaring balefully, hissing at Bruce not to use his name in anger. Ever. Bruce is too startled to do anything but promise he won’t.
Promises. Dick uses them sparingly, but when he does he upholds them with a vengeance. Bruce learns to never, ever make Dick promise something that will endanger him. Because dick would still follow through on it blindly.
Promises made by other people. Dick becomes vindictive if he thinks someone isn’t upholding their end of the bargain. The first time it happens, a simple thing about being home in time for dinner, Bruce got assaulted by rabid deer with curiously sharp teeth on his way to the car. In the middle of Gotham City. Bruce and Dick have a serious talk afterwards.
Jason
Dick is less than thrilled when Jason is declared Robin. Fae are possessive. That’s his name Bruce gave away. That’s his family Jason is infiltrating. Dick wants Jason gone. (Bruce barely manages to stop the murder of crows from shoving Jason off a roof)
Jason doesn’t realize there’s a pissed off fae out for blood. Bruce has a hard time rallying Dick, but he manages. Ergo; Jason thinks the manor is the best thing since sliced bread and he’s super excited about meeting Dick. He joins Alfred in making Dick’s favorite meal for his official visit and unknowingly ends up winning Dick over with it. An offering of favored food to fae creatures goes a long way in earning their favor. And Dick is no different. It helps that the food is genuinely delicious and Jason jumps at the chance to refill his plate. Jason unknowingly dodged a bullet there.
Dick becomes protective of Jason. Jason is his now in the same way Bruce and Alfred are. They’re human. He’s fae. They’re so very vulnerable and susceptible to injury and manipulation.
Jason avoids wandering the halls of Wayne manor alone for the longest time because he always feels there are eyes following him. (They are.)
The manor, reacting to Dick’s inherent magic, shortens each of Jason’s routes. It creeps Jason out even more
Sometimes there are feathers at the foot of Jason’s bed. He doesn’t know what kind of bird they could be from. When he shows them to Bruce the man just sighs
Jason has a temper tantrum and retreats into the woods behind the manor. He can’t find his way back until he calls out for Dick and suddenly the manor looms behind the next tree
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monniponi · 8 months
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Learning to rest
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oldschoolfrp · 1 year
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“The Folk of the Faerie Kingdom” are now more often known as the fey.  (Robert Klasnich from Vince Garcia’s article in Dragon 155, March 1990)  “While faeries of all sorts can see and venture through the otherwise invisible gates into the Faerie Realm, only Rhiannon’s messengers (the sylphs) may shift between planes at will.”
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fredwkong · 8 months
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Hi, I'm french but I do'nt feel confortable in my life. I've always thought that I could be more, that I could be better. You know what I mean? Anyway, I think I just need a big long holiday and I've always dreamed to go to Ireland, and maybe find myself a cute muscle ginger stud haha . Can you help me please?
Thanks for your booking with FWK Vacations. Your Irish getaway is about to begin!
You wake up on a cushion of grass in a field. It’s sunrise, and the morning dew is cool, but not unpleasant, on your naked body. You sigh as you look around. You know where you are. This happens a couple of times a month. Your boy calls it “getting taken into the hill.”
You get up and start the walk of shame back to your cottage. The dew is easily shaken off your freckled arms, and the rest evaporates as you start to jog, your big Irish cock swinging between your legs. Any early risers who spot you look appreciatively at your ginger pubes and wolf whistle at your tight ass and back muscles. They’re so used to these mornings that some have said you should just stop wearing clothes entirely.
Finally, you jog up the front walk to your cottage. You’re about to knock on the old oak door when it swings open. Your boy is standing there, also naked, holding a cup of tea for you. He shares your red hair, freckles, muscle, cuteness… When you first met him, you were shocked at how similar you looked. You take the cup and give him a kiss.
He leads you to the breakfast nook, where he’s got hot oatmeal all ready for you. Real silver spoons, because of his iron allergy. He slides in first, and you sit down on his hard cock, ready to eat. You’re so lucky to have him here to take care of you, even if it does mean that sometimes his friends in the hills get to share you, as well.
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Enjoy your vacation!
Want to go on vacation? Book via my ask box!
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mons-immortalium-if · 10 months
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Mons Immortalium is a fantasy romance interactive story. Human MC falls into the magical land of the faeries, a mountain island that has been secluded from the rest of the world for over a millennium. Break curses, fall in love and beware of  wicked faeries. Whatever you do, never give them your true name!
Heavily inspired by novels such as A Cruel Prince and ACOTAR. MC will get a ✨ faerie ✨soul mate✨.
Genre: Adult Romantasy! Strictly 18+! WIP - some things may still change on the way. DEMO - Chapter 1 - 04/08/23  ⋆.ೃ࿔*:・   DISCORD
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Warnings!!!
1. This story will be rated 18+ for sexual themes, violence, strong language, alcohol/ drug consumption (don’t eat the faerie fruit!), blood, etc.  Optional NSFW content. Slight, always optional, Dub-Con if you squint (everyone told you not to eat the fruit, MC!). Should age gap be a warning? Cause it ain’t optional and well... millennium old faeries the bunch of them.
2. All 3 ROs are MALE, just because of my limited time schedule and personal preferences. There will be 3 romance routes… and that’s all. This is a filthy fairy romance!
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The ROs  more like titles than real names 
Solis - Lord of the Seelie Court - 1.95m
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His pale freckled skin is covered from neck down in pale loose fabrics that do no justice to his muscular physique. Piercing jade green eyes would be startling if not for his kind smile. Long red hair reaches down his waist, flowing like liquid fire.  Which it might actually be, since every living thing he touches turns to ash.
Has dominion over Light and Fire.
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Nox - Lord of the Unseelie Court - 2.05m
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Tall and brawny, he towers over everyone in Court with his presence. He has steel blue eyes, short dark hair, slicked back and slightly messy, and a faint stubble beard. Lightly tanned skin is littered in tattoos, the most prominent being the inky tentacles that spill over his neck and chest. For someone who loves the night and shadows, you rarely see him once the lights are out.
Has dominion over Shadows and Water.
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Arashi - Ruler of the Wild Folk - 1.85m
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Tall and sinewy, with dark monolid eyes and flowing black hair that he usually keeps in a half ponytail. He keeps his beard short and neatly trimmed. His brooding demeanour is toned down by the colourful haoris he usually wears. Unbothered and mysterious, he is shadowed everywhere by his second-in-command who speaks in his name. But is his silence is entirely his choice?
Has dominion over Storms and Wind.
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DEMO  - Chapter 1 - 04/08/23 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:・  DISCORD
Hit me up with questions if you have any in the meantime :)
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lailoken · 11 months
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hello,
this may sound like a silly question, but is it possible for someone who is not Irish, scottish, or British to be contacted by the Fae?
thank you!
Hello there.
This isn't a silly question, but it's one I will have to expound on a bit, as opposed to just giving a yes or no answer. I'll also preface this by saying that my personal beliefs will likely be contentious to some, and I encourage readers to take what they find useful and leave the rest if it conflicts with their own paradigm. Most of this comes from a mixture of personal gnosis and theory, and I am not attempting to assert authority on the subject or claim academic accuracy, so please keep that in mind.
To put it very simply, I believe that the Fae are present in every region of the world, and I have highly syncretic beliefs about the nature of the Fae and other spirits in general. For me, the folkloric specifics come down to cultural lenses and the ways that long-term worship and perception shape the expectations and manifestations of the Gloaming Folk. So, no, I don't think one has to be Gaelic or Brythonic in order to cultivate a relationship with the Fae.
For instance, when looking at the Faerie Faith, many people think primarily—if not only—of the insular Celts. The Fair Folk of the English; the Aos Sidhe of the Irish; the Daoine Sìth of the Scottish; the Sheeaghan of the Manx; the Twlwyth Teg of the Welsh; the Spyrysyon of the Cornish; and the Korrigan of the Breton. But in the larger context of Germanic and Scandinavian folklore, there is copious evidence of entities that are undeniably similar to the Fae as they are understood in the Insular Celtic Isles. In fact, the Germanic word Elf is so closely aligned with the term Faery that many people don't even realize or think about the fact that they derive from different cultures. That being said, the Germanic/Scandinavian "lens" of Faerie Lore is probably the other best known by the wider public.
Likewise, there are multiple beings that show up in Slavic mythology and folklore—such as the Vila, the Rusalke, or the Vodyanoy—which are pretty readily accepted as Faeries. I don't know of an overarching term that would necessarily be equivalent, but the folkloric link is still there.
Now, moving into a more controversial aspect of my beliefs, I also happen to think of Angels, Demons, and Djinn in terms of Gloaming Spirits. While I readily admit that millenia of regionally specific belief and veneration form unique "identies" that Spirits of a given culture may align more closely with, I believe that they are all part of one larger "family" of beings who have been interacting with humanity for many thousands of years. I realize that this will likely be considered an egregious oversimplication for some, or possibly even an erasure of the individuality these cultures possess; but for me, the things that make a tradition sacred and unique are not invalidated or snuffed out by by the fact that other cultures may find recognition in them. So, while I do think beings like Angels, Demons, and Djinn are inexorably interrelated, I also fully accept that they are unique and culturally specific. And frankly, I find it hard to believe that others who have engaged in intensive personal gnosis haven't come across similar threads of paradoxical interconnection.
Beyond these, though, I've also pinpointed other entities over the years that I think represent reasonable approximations of the Fae. These include things like:
The Peris of Persian Mythology (Beautiful aerial spirits sometimes known to work with humans called Peri-Kahn, who gained skills and abilities from the relationship. They are generally described as humanoid figures with beautiful wings, who are known for their michevious behavior, though at least one work references them as divine beings denied entry into paradise until such a times as they have atoned—a folkloric motif some will recognize in connection to certain folk-beliefs regarding the Angels and the Fae.)
The Yakshas of Hinduism, Buddhism, and Jainism (Spirits of nature often connected with water, fertility, plants, treasures, and the wilderness. While some are considered benign or benevolent, others are considered more mischevious or sinister, though most are considered capricious. Sometimes associated with ecological forces, and at other times, with the spirits of the dead. )
The Yōkai of Shintō (A diverse array of spirits—often explicitly equivacated with fairies, demons, and/or sprites—known to interact with humans in both benevolent and malevolent capacities. While many of these spirits are quite singular in their uniqueness, others are more recognizable within a broader archetypal folkloric context—such as the Zashiki-warashi, which are described as diminutive domestic sprites known for both their ability to bestow good fortune, and their tendency to perform mischevious pranks.)
The Korpokkur of Ainu Mythology (A race of little folk, associated with the Butterbur plant, who were said to leave gifts under cover of night—as they did not like being seen. They were believed to be the original inhabitants of Japan before the Ainu—which also echoes aspects of Celtic Faerie Lore.)
The Aziza of Dahomean Mythology (A race of supernatural little folk who are said to live in the Wilds—often beneath Anthills or within silk-cotton trees— and use their magic to help humans, as well as providing people with practical knowledge and spiritual wisdom.)
The Yumboes of Wolof Mythology (Spirits of the dead described as little folk with pearly white skin and silver hair who lived beneath hills and come out to dance beneath the Moonlight. They are known to hold great feasts, which humans are sometimes invited to.)
The Hellenic Nymphs, Sirens, and Kobaloi (As many know, Nymphs are animistic spirits of nature, considered beautiful, and known to interact with humans. Likewise, most will have heard of Sirens as beautiful, seductive, and dangerous spirits of the water who are known to entice and drown men. The Kobaloi, in turn, are described as a mischievous race of small goblin-like folk who are fond of playing tricks on human kind.)
The Basque Iratxoak, Laminak, and Mairuak (An Iraxto is a type of domestic Imp or Goblin known to help with human labors in the night, if properly propitiated. A Lamina, on the other hand, is a Water Maiden described similarly to Sirens or Nereids. They are generally understood to have webbed duck feet and long beautiful hair, which they are fond of combing by the waterside. They are known for both their tendency to offer aid to those who show them respect and propitiation, and their tendency to seduce and ensnare men. Some traditions speak of male giants called Mairuak, who are closely associated with Laminak, and are linked by some with the construction of megalithic structures.)
The Duende of Iberian mythology (A term quite similar to 'Faery' in its usage, which encompasses a diverse array of spiritual entities who are generally said to appear as humanoid, though frequently capable of shapeshifting. They are often associated with nature and are known for their involvement with humans—be it helpful, romantic, michevious, or vicious. They include goblin-esque folk known as Trasgu, Water Maidens known as Xana or Anjana, and supernatural beings called Mouros who take refuge beneath the earth and rarely emerge near sites like barrows. The most common conception of a Duende, however, describes them as a mischevious sort of domestic imp or goblin known for their dealings with the human world. )
The Aztec Chaneque (A sprite-like race of little folk who are associated with Elemental forces and are often conceived as guardians of nature. These beings were once propotiated by the Nàhuatl peoples in exchange for protection from blight, intruders, and evil forces. However, they could also inflict harm, and they were known to sometimes kidnap humans and take them to their home in the Underworld of of Mictlàn to be seduced. On an interesting sidenote, one folk-method of protecting against them when traveling in the forest was for a person to turn their clothing inside out—a charm many will recognize from Celtic Faerie Folklore.)
The Mayan Aluxo'ob (Spirits recognized in the mythological traditions of certain Maya peoples, who are generally associated with particular features of nature. They are described as small and humanoid, and they usually remain invisible, though they can assume physical form for the sake of interacting with humans. Sometimes, wandering Aluxo'ob are said to ask for offerings from farmers or travelers and may respond with wrath if refused. If its conditions are respectfully met, however, it is said that an Alux will provide protection, luck, and aid. In fact, some traditions hold that a farmer can erect a specialized form of Spirit House in order to welcome in an Alux that will aid them for a contracted period of time with tending crops, summoning favorable weather, and guarding property. What's more, there exist naming taboos that reflect themes of Celtic Faerie Lore.)
The Guarani Pombero (A spirit particularly important in Paraguay, though it appears in multiple mythological traditions from the surrounding area. The Pombero is generally conceived as a small hairy man who lives in forested areas and abandoned sites, and is known to cause mischief for humans. It is said that the Pombero can become invisible, change shape, and perfectly mimick the sounds of the wild. Usually, he is considered harmless, if mischevious—known for antics like food theft, the loosing of cattle, and the scattering of household objects. Though, he is also known also known to occasionally abduct and/or impregnate women, resulting in the births of hairy children. The Pombero is capable of being appeased, however, through offerings such as cigars, liquor, and honey. It is even said that, if these propitiations are observed consistently for long enough, the Pombero will take a liking to a person or persons and provide protection for their home and posessions, as well as leaving gifts of their own in return.)
The Tupi-Guarani Curupira (A spirit described in the folklore of Paraguay, Amazonia, Brasil, and Argentina as a little man with bright red hair and feet turned backwards, which it uses to obfuscate the trajectory of its footprints. They are said to live in the wild, and will prey on hunters who take more than they need, or who harm animals while they care for their Offspring. They are also said to ocassionally abduct and/or impregnate women, resulting in strange or unexplained births.)
The Iroquois Jogah (A race of magical little folk spoken of in Iroquois lore. They are said to be largely invisible, and an array of phenomena are associated with them, such as mysterious drumming noises, rings of bare earth, disembodied lights, and "bowls" found in stones. Offerings such as tobacco and fingernail parings could be left within these stone bowls, as propitiation to the Jogah. They are fond of mischief and games, though they can also be dangerous if disrespected. It is said, for example, that they will cause illness in homes constructed upon sites that they favor. The Jogah are also known for the variety of sub-groups into which they can be divided, generally associated with particular aspects or features of the natural world.)
& the Māori Patupaiarehe (Beings described in Māori mythology as a pale folk with red or golden hair. They are said to live in the mountains, hills, and deep forests in communities unseen by human eyes. They are known to influence the mist and clouds, to play music sweeter than that of any human hand, and were said to sometimes act with hostility towards humans who encroach or intrude upon their land. Despite this, however, most traditions state that Māori are able to converse with them at times.)
These are only a selection of traditional beliefs, though there are many more I won't attempt to list, and who knows how many more I've never heard. These are merely ones that have particularly caught my notice over time, and which seemed worth mentioning here. However, I am far from an anthropological expert, and I encourage others to ammend, contextualize, and add onto this information as they see fit—especially if they come from a culture I reference here. My goal is not to imply that all of these traditions are somehow directly connected to the Anglo-Celtic traditions, or that Anglo-Celtic mythology should be the cornerstone by which all folklore is considered; it's just the cultural background I have the most personal connection to/understanding of, and so I aim to speak mainly from a place of my own experience (though, I am actually half Paraguayan as well.)
So, in conclusion, while I do think that one's own cultural and regional context generally plays an important role in how one is likely to encounter the Gloaming Folk, I believe that people from virtually every culture have the capacity for working with them. I think that, when attempting to approach the Fae, it's a good idea for one to come at it from the perspective of their own heritage and regional lore, but at the same time, one can't always help the way spirits end up cultivating relationships with them (and, honestly, I think it is better for one to wait for the Fae to approach them whenever possible.)
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cosmicjokerdiaries · 7 months
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HERE
here where the dragon has no gold to sit on
and the fairy
possesses no ring
where the wolf howls but hears nothing back
so she stops wanting to sing
here, at the moment of the green flash
separating day and night
yes, here the myths and monsters all mutter
concerning the absurdities
of their earthly plight
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fallensapphires · 19 days
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Concepts: Running Away with the Fairies
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
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whitegoldtower · 11 months
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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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bluejeanbeth · 2 years
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"A Fairy's Song," unknown artist
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ghost-bxrd · 1 month
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It's so funny that fae!Dick was trying to take care of Jason, but ended scaring him like
Dick likes me now: 😃
Dick likes me now: 😨
Pfpfpf definitely. Jason still thinks Dick is the best thing since sliced bread but there’s some instances where is just like?? 😨😱😨😵‍💫 like one time he could SWEAR Dick was trying to eat him. Dick swear it was just a loving little nibble (and in his defense, it totally was) but for Jason those sharp rows of teeth came way too close to his jugular for comfort.
(Jason retaliates by biting Dick full force, but all that achieves is Dick tearing up and bursting into tears because “Jason loves me! Bruce! My little brother loves me!” Jason just gives up at this point.)
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monniponi · 2 months
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Fairy rat king 🐀✨
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feykrorovaan · 23 days
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Haha what? Why would you think I'm one of the fae folk? Don't be silly. Now will you give me your name? Would you like something to eat? Come, stand inside this faerie ring. ^.^
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faeriewithhiddenwings · 2 months
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Enchantment of Seasonal Faerie Affection
✨🌱🪻🍀🍄✨☀️🔥🌊🌹✨🌬️🍂🌾🍁💀✨❄️
Springtime. Oh sweet time. Where the blossoms bud and bloom. Springtime tender springtime. When she caught you. Deep in her misty eyes. That sparkled with morning dew. It was in springtime lovely springtime. When this faerie cast her spell on you. 
You thought you'd get sweetness all the days of your life. Warmth gentle kisses and caresses. Tender and sublime. Then summer came and shyness melted away. She blazed brighter with the heat. Passion burning fire. You thought your life was complete. But oh foolish mortal. She'll have you begging on your knees. For you may not have noticed. With all that charm and magic in her smile. But as the seasons pass. That look in her eyes grows only more wild. Then all the heat starts to fade away. The bitter cold is settling in. The leaves are burning, with colors once again. The sweet scent of death, the howl of the wind. She dances freely. Wild and wondrous as can be. And when she gazes at you, you are filled with the thrill of danger in her beauty. Slowly she becomes cold. Nothing like anything you knew. She's not shy, not amorous, cool as frost glistening anew. But she's got you, the spell's been cast. Your mistress of the autumn, lady of all that doesn't last. Her chains of thorns and frost around your heart. Now steadily turning into bitter ice tearing you apart. She doesn't spare a glance to the anguish you feel. She's distant, frigid, strangely unreal. Once sweet, then warm, then wild and free now she's apathetic and cold but it's too late to beg for mercy. She is beautiful and shining like fair winter snow. But she brings you no comfort with the ice in her soul. Her smiles are few, yet enchantingly cruel. And when she dances you feel the fatality of her loveliness, draining you. Your joy, your fear, your laughter, your tears, all become naught in the presence of her. Soon you forget, to even exist. You are lost in the storms of her eyes, and every preciously painful syllable that tumbles from her lips. A moment, a glance, that's all she needs. Till you are nothing at all. Just another fallen leaf ripped away, crumbling to dust in her vicious breeze. Only when there's nothing left, can you finally be... Free
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Midsummer Eve - Edward Robert Hughes // Magic Hour - Aoife O'Donovan
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