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ramp-it-up · 1 year

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Nice and Tight

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader x Chris Evans

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Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. SMUT, Explicit description of graphic sex. Read at your own risk. Threesome, Praise kink, Spit roasting, double penetration, anal sex and play, allusions to oral sex (f receiving), Daddy kink, Sir kink, allusions to Dom/ sub dynamics, voice kink if you squint, dirty talk, size kink, competition but also compersion. Not Beta’d. All errors my own.

A/N: This is in response to an ask about the best kink. I couldn’t pick just one. Part four of The Fit and the Feel Series. Let me know if you liked it by interacting: like, comment and reblog!

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This night wasn’t turning out the way you thought it would, and this conversation was taking quite the different direction.

“I really think that we should take that drive up to Box Hill this weekend. We can get some fresh air, exercise, and continue this adventure on top of the knoll.”

Henry looked down at you and winked.

“What do you think, Dove?”

Henry responded to your silence with a frown and a slight tap on your jaw. You looked up into the twinkle of his cerulean eyes.

“Don’t be rude.”

Your eyes welled up with tears and you gulped, and your body clenched in response.

“Ah….shitttttt, Baby Doll. Fuck. So good.”

Chris groaned, finally joining the conversation.

“You have her mouth full, Cavill; give her a bit of a break. She’s a good fucking girl entertaining us both like this. So good and gotdamn tight.”

Chris was filling your ass full of his cock as you sucked Henry off. This is what you asked for. Your tears were the result of trying to breathe around Henry’s huge member as Chris fucked you slowly and steadily from behind.

The pull and the drag of Chris’s cock against your delicate walls was everything as he carefully took you apart and Henry got you back together.

You loved exactly where you were, between these two gorgeous men, and anywhere they wanted to take you to do this again was alright with you. They were unexpectedly tender and attentive, doing exactly what you requested. You weren’t mad. At all.

They were being so nice and yet so nasty at the same time.

You tried to hum an affirmative ‘Yes, Sir,’ as a response around Henry’s girth, causing his hips to stutter, and then surge forward, impaling himself further down your windpipe.

“Bloody hell, Dove. That mouth is so good. Throat so fucking snug.”

He reached down, encircled your neck with one hand to feel the bulge of himself in your tight column. He slowly pulled out and watched you cough and splutter when you took in air again.

“So lovely with your face like this…”

Henry admired you as Chris continued his débauched act behind you. You clenched again at the praise and Chris’s stroke. Your eyes glazed over with pleasure as Henry’s other hand lightly slapped and pinched your nipples, eliciting pornographic gasps and groans from you.

“Sound so gotdamn… fuck Baby Doll. Gonna make me fill your ass…”

Your eyes rolled back at the thought. Although you had prepared all day for this moment, you couldn't believe that you were actually here, paid homage to by two of the most attractive men in the world.

“And you’re absolutely gorgeous with your face all fucked out.”

You smiled and Henry gave you a filthy kiss, then lifted you carefully by your arms as he moved underneath you and between your legs.

You shuddered and moaned as his hairy body slid underneath yours, the stimulation almost too much.

Chris stilled and throbbed as Henry looked deep into your eyes and nodded, placing his hands on your waist as Chris’s hands on your hips guided you onto Henry’s cock.

“Now be a good girl, Baby Doll, and take both of us.”

“Yessssss!”

Your plaintive cry made both men clench their jaws in efforts to hold back from tearing you apart. Instead, they were oh so careful. Henry’s hand positioned himself just so as to allow you to sink onto him while keeping Chris inside you.

“Holyyyyyyy…”

Chris swore and dropped his head as your tight canal became even tighter with the intrusion of Henry on the other side of the thin bit of tissue of your perineum. He tenderly kissed

your spine as they both let you set the pace of your ruin.

You buried your face in Henry’s curls as he looked down to see the phenomenon of you three joining together. You were in nirvana as they became fully seated inside you.

When Henry looked back into your eyes, his were full of admiration.

“You are such a wonder, Dove.”

Remarkable.”

“Ohhhhhh!”

You clenched around both of them and they groaned, but stayed still as you started to move.

Beginning to rock back and forth between them, you felt the pounding of their engorged members stretching you out.

“P-please Daddy. Sir. Oh! Please move. Use me. Fill up my holes. Please please please.”

You started begging wantonly and Henry’s look changed as his eyes dilated. He took hold of your chin as Chris gripped your shoulders from behind.

“You sure that’s what you want?”

His voice was commanding, deep and smooth, like Cap.

“Y-y-yes. Please!”

“You don’t have to beg Baby Doll.” Chris slapped your ass.

“But damn if it isn’t ruining me. Keep up if you can Cavill.”

Chris pulled you up and away from Henry’s kisses, stretching your torso and giving access to your breasts to the Englishman as the Bostonian held your arms behind your back.

“Fuck you, Christopher Robin. You keep up with me.”

“No. Fuck me. Use me. I want all your cum. Both of you. I want it all.”

You felt like a queen.

“So be it.”

Henry responded with a broken voice that nearly broke you. The eye contact alone was so intimate.

Chris started going harder and Henry

matched his relentless pace, not brutal but insistent.

Soon they established a sinful rhythm that had you trembling between them. When one slid in to the hilt and the other slid out to the tip, causing your body to open and clench simultaneously.

Two sets of hands were everywhere all over you and you had one on Chris’s ass and one on Henry’s chest, feeling their sweat soaked skin and receiving surprisingly tender kisses and sweet praises from their lips. They were wrapped around you and throbbing inside you.

It was like you were one.

“Give us what we need, Dove. I can’t hold it much longer.”

Henry’s pleading eyes did something to your heart.

Chris was licking the sweat that slid down your neck. Then his earnest voice started begging, making your heart rate rise even higher.

“Yes. Please Baby Doll, you haven’t cum since we were eating you out. ‘S’been too long.”

You chuckled, because that was just a few minutes ago, but your laugh got caught in your throat as you saw Henry’s eyes shift behind you. Then, in tandem, Henry grabbed your ass to spread it wider and Chris reached between you and Henry to find your clit. It didn’t take long before you were cumming multiple times, screaming like a banshee, and not sure where one orgasm began and the other ended.

“Oh so beautiful Dove, yessss. Give.”

You took in Henry’s blissed out face and turned to give Chris a lewd kiss, sucking his tongue as Henry’s hands roamed your body and his eyes took in the scene. He was speechless as he watched and listened and felt.

“Shit, Baby Doll. You’re a marvel. S-s-so fucking hot.”

Chris spoke, groaning his praise into your ear, as he emptied his hot load inside you then held you as he slowly softened. He gently pulled out as you continued to ride Henry.

You whimpered and fell forward on Henry’s chest, trembling from the sensations.

“Careful now. Keep my cum inside you.”

Chris was marveling at your stretched out hole, plugging you with his fingers as you slid on Henry’s cock.

“Yes, Daddy.”

You made out with Chris as Henry watched, but then called your attention to him.

“Gods, Dove. This cunt is so magnificent. You. Are. Indeed. Magic.”

You sat up again, regal on the throne of Henry’s cock. You started to ride, feet up on the bed to aid your movement.

“Heavens…Dove...!”

“That’s it, Baby Doll. Rock his world. So fucking sexy.”

Chris’s fingers gently circled the rim of your wrecked anterior hole as Henry ravaged your cunt. The sensations were everything. The sights, the sounds, the smell of your sex with these two was a heady drug.

You could become addicted.

The sight of Henry in ecstasy, head thrown back and moth open whole Chris cooed on your ear was enough to send you over the edge again.

You bathed all three of you in the results of the most intense orgasm you’d ever had when you felt Henry’s warm spend wash over your walls.

“Fuck. Look at that.”

Chris’s eyes were glued to you.

“Your body is amazing, Baby Doll.”

His sky blue eyes were full of awe.

You collapsed on top of Henry again and Chris left you wrapped in the burly man’s arms. You heard the shower start in the bathroom as Henry kissed the top of your head.

“I’m in trouble, Dove. I’m afraid I’m hopelessly lost to this feeling…”

This tenderness was unexpected. You expected a night of rough domination, but received worship instead.

Before you could respond, Chris pulled you away from Henry, and carried you bridal style into the bath.

You wrapped your arms around Chris’s neck and burrowed your face into it. You didn’t want reality to intrude.

“I never thought that sharing you would finally make me fall…”

You let what Chris said sink in and walked into the shower when he put you down, not looking at him as you immersed yourself under the strong, hot spray of water. You didn’t think, just let the warm water wash over you and bring you back to earth.

You felt proximity and heat, then opened your eyes to see two sets of earnest blue eyes gazing at you in adoration.

Oh shit.

“We’ll give you anything you want Baby Doll.”

Chris’s voice was deep and soothing.

“Anything. What do you want of us, Dove? More sex, or something…more…?”

You looked from one man to the other and reached for them. Their hands were on you again, threatening ecstasy as their bodies awakened.

No, this night didn’t turn out the way you thought it would.

The question was, what were you going to do about it?

What do you think? Is reader more partial to one of these beautiful men or the other? Or is she down for both? 🤔

Let me know!

#DJ’s No No November #chris evans #ask dj #chris evans smut #chris evans imagine #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x black reader #chris evans x reader #henry cavill x female reader #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill x you #henry cavill smut #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill #henry cavill rpf #Chris evans x reader x Henry cavill #Henry cavill x reader x Chris Evans #the fit and the feel series #chris evans rpf

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sweatermuppet · 2 years

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poems on grief, loss, mourning

gone is gone by mark wunderlich

another elegy ["this is what our dying looks like"] by jericho brown

making a fist by naomi shihab nye

grief puppet by donte collins

letter to my heart from my brain by rachel mckibbens

the song of despair by pablo neruda

where my grandmother hides by caitlin conlon

grief by matthew dickman

kaddish by sam sax

elegy for neal cassady by allen ginsberg

grief work by natalie diaz

poem for jack spicer by matthew zapruder

elegy with black smoke by emily skaja

evening by dorianne laux

letter to my dead brother part 1 by jonny bolduc

drunktown by jake skeets

hunter by bianca stone

blood makes the blade holy by evan knoll

object permanence by hala alyan

people who died by ted berrigan

song of the insensible by andrew kozma

#poetry #reading list #sweatermuppet

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solipseismic · 1 year

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2022 poetry rec list

wrapping up this year w another poetry rec list! this year i’ve leaned a lot more into actively reading and writing much more poetry and hope to be publishing a compilation of my work (hopefully!) this time next year as well :) once again, i’ve tried to link what i could back to original sources + authors but a few of these link to tumblr posts / screenshots. this one is MUCH longer so i’ve organized it into my fav 15 + the rest below the cut!

top fifteen:

desert hymns no.2 (@/prophetfromthecrypt)

despite my efforts even my prayers have turned into threats (kaveh akbar)

erishkigal specializes in butchery (joan tierney)

for the dogs who barked at me on the sidewalks in connecticut (hanif abdurraqib)

fricatives (eric yip)

hammond b3 organ cistern (gabrielle calvocoressi)

let your father die energy drink (daniel lavery)

morning prayer with rat king (kaveh akbar)

not even this (ocean vuong)

on coming back as a buzzard (lia purpura)

the swan (@/tinyghosthands)

sometimes i wish i felt the side effects (danez smith)

song of the insensible (andrew kozma)

space boy wearing skirt (lee jenny)

the stars are warm (chung ho-seung)

everyone else:

14 lines from love letters or suicide notes (doc luben)

blood makes the blade holy (evan knoll)

border patrol agent (eduardo c corral)

carpet bomb (kenyatta rogers)

death comes to me again, a girl (dorianne laux)

desert (john gould fletcher)

do you consider writing to be therapeutic? (andrew grace)

dust (dorianne laux)

first will and testament + missing persons (sam sax)

fish (richelle buccilli)

for the feral splendor that remains (caconrad)

glitter (keaton st james)

gravedigger (andrew thomas huang)

heart condition (jericho brown)

it is maybe time to admit that michael jordan definitely pushed off (hanif abdurraqib)

leaves (lloyd schwartz)

letter to s, hospital (emily skaja)

metaphors for my body on the examination table (torrin a greathouse)

miss you. would like to grab that chilled tofu we love (gabrielle calvocoressi)

my brother, asleep (steven espada dawson)

my brother out of rehab, points, (ron riekki)

my cat is sad (spencer madsen)

notes from jonah's lecture series (tanya olsen)

publick universal friend contends with orthgraphy & meditates in an emergency (day heisinger-nixon)

red stains (allen tate)

red shift (david baker)

salvage (hedgie choi)

shoulders (naomi shihab nye)

social skills training (solmaz sharif)

the 17-year-old & the gay bar (danez smith)

the desert dispels this hallowed ground of coarse insinuations (julia wong kcomt)

the twelfth day (rosanna warren)

two-mom energy drink (daniel lavery)

two poems (rachel nelson)

two times i loved you the most in a car (dorothea grossman)

un [naming] / trans (after golden) (angelic proof)

valentine for ernest mann (naomi shihab nye)

vi. wisdom: the voice of god (mary karr)

WAITING (keaton st james)

what mary magdalene said to the young transsexual (elle emerson)

wild geese (mary oliver)

worms (shyla hardwick)

#poetry #poems #poetry recs #poetry rec list #masterlist #croidhe #2022 #happy new year everyone :)#excited to see what next year's poetry is in store for me !#to be is to be backlit #writing

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brettsgoldstein · 2 years

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the loner + the girl next door

screenshot from my notes app / stranger things: battle of starcourt / the truth the dead know by anne sexton / andrew garfield and jesse eisenberg interview / gabriela mistral / stranger things / neil hilborn / watch you sleep by girl in red / pluto projector by rex orange county / you’re my person by holly warburton / evan knoll / mary lambert / benjamin alire sáenz / stranger things / text from @chalknpolish / unknown / edgar allen poe / we’re not really strangers / stranger things / just above my head by james baldwin / parzival by wolfram von eschenbach / the great blue heron of dunbar road by ada limón / stranger things

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slytherindisaster · 9 months

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web weaving: laurent yaxley + post trauma aftermath

requested by @whatwouldvalerydo

the daughter raised by a voice in her head: poems by warsan shire / the brothers karamazov by fyodor dostoevsky / the sentence by anna akhmatova / gangs of london / blood makes the blade holy by evan knoll / cotton candy on a rainy day by nikki giovanni / hope ur ok by olivia rodrigo

#laurent yaxley #hphl #web weaving #tysm for requesting him!!#i finally got around to do it

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rumoursjunior · 10 months

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A Sims 2 Murder Mystery

So, I'm starting a sims 2 murder mystery where you guys get to vote!

Here are the teams and roles

Good

Detective - Gets informed that one sim is good and one is evil everyday but doesn't know which is which also accuses someone (the one with the lowest relationship)

Doctor - Can heal a player they like best

Mindreader - Reads which team a player is on (the person they like least)

Baker - gives a player food (sim they like best)

Guard - can guard a player killing if there's an assailant (guards sim they like best) Neutral

Red Herring - wants to get voted off, and if they do they can kill their worst enemy Evil

Killer - Kills 1 per night (random)

Spy - Can sabotage a players ability (except the killer) (sim they like least)

Chemist - Gives food that kills a player the next night (sim they like least) cannot kill the killer

Henchman - Can Kill 1 person except the killer (when there are 5 sims left)

The events characters and poll are underneath the cut

Here are the characters

Sylvia Astor

Adam Quente

Louise Eldridge

Miley Ladrombe

Mark Knoll

Sophie Howell

Evan Howell

Jake Hoon

Jack Morris

And Riley Ladrombe

The house they're in is my Sims 1 Goth house recreation.

These Sims are socializing and improving their relationship

(Adam and Evan)/(Mark & Jake)

Sylvia is spying on the neighbors could she have the spy role?

More positive socializing

(Mark and Jake)/(Sophie and Miley)

and more spying but this time it's from Adam

and Jake is being creative

Some flirting

(Louise and Mark)/(Miley and Adam)

Dinner pals are eating

Adam, Riley & Jake

Row, Row, Row your boat gently down the stream!

It's dark out, time for someone to die

Rest in Peace Riley Ladrombe!

It's morning time

Sylvia and Mark got food

which one's from the chemist and which one's from the baker?

Oh No! Sophie and Mark aren't getting along

this could be fatal!

Now time to vote on which of these sims

#poll #the sims community #the sims 2 #sims 2 #the sims #ts2 #thesims #sims 2 murder mystery #jihoon midlock #sims poll #murder mystery #whodunnit #rumoursjunior

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rollercoasterwords · 1 year

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I just wanted to start off by saying you are an incredible talented writer!! The Hand That Feeds had in a me in a chokehold and I will devour anything you write. Your interpretation of Dorlene is my everything, she is me and I am her. Every time I finished reading a chapter I got the inexplicable urge to write bc even I can get my thoughts across even half as well as you do, I’ll know I’ve accomplished something incredible as a writer. And this blog?!? It’s my safe little corner here on tumblr and I check up to see what you’ve posted literally everyday. I was wondering if you have any poetry collection recommendations bc holy shit I love everything you repost and I trust your recommendations with my life 🙏

hiii thank you so much!!!! i love hearing that thtf resonated with you and i'm glad u enjoy my blog lol i am really just over here vibing

tbh i don't read a ton of poetry collections i'm more of a short stories anthology person but i have read a few that i've really liked! my favorite is probably crush by richard siken (no surprise there the siken hype really is not a lie) and i've also enjoyed

bright dead things by ada limón

war of the foxes by richard siken

50 poems by e.e. cummings

and here are some of my favorite poems simply bc i love them so much:

wild geese by mary oliver

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond by e.e. cummings

wishbone, by richard siken

jessica gives me a chill pill by angie sijun lou

the crowds cheered as gloom galloped away by matthea harvey

anglerfish by maverick

outbreaks by kitchen mckeown

two-headed calf by laura gilpin

if morning never comes by kallie falandays

blood makes the blade holy by evan knoll

#i am actually getting more into poetry collections recently #reading a mary oliver collection rn #but yeah my poetry reading usually comes in the form of stumbling across isolated poems #rather than sitting down and reading an entire collection cover to cover #thtf #ask #poetry recs #book recs

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ihopeineverloseyou19 · 2 years

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Masterlist and some things about me

I'm 22.

Aaron Hotchner

Salt Water,(<--read here) "I want to talk about what happened without mentioning how much it hurt. There has to be a way. To care for the wounds without reopening them. To rename the pain without inviting it back to me. 'If theres a way out, ill take it, Lora Mathis" Or on Ao3

A single touch (<--read here),'Bathtub- the front bottoms' "Still I scrub and scrub until my body bleeds/Convince myself I'm coming clean/Forget and ignore who I used to be/That kid is never coming back" (Teen Aaron). Or on Ao3

Delusion, Believe in something that it's not true. How a word changes Aaron's perfect picture of his childhood. Or on Ao3

Chronological “And I think that is what a father is /- a blade that never stops cutting” Desireé Dallagiacomo. Or on Ao3

It was always about forgetting (that's how it had always been) “We forget and call it healing..we forgive everything but ourselves” ‘blood makes the blade holy, evan knoll’. Or on Ao3

Getting older was never a reason to celebrate "He wasn't considered important enough that people would remember it, remember him. Who he was. He didn’t care about it, so why it had to hurt so much, when his family didn’t either?" Or on Ao3.

The graves beneath my heart ( I wait for the ghost to come) I'm learning geography is about loss and so I keep moving into closets that never smell like you. I'm learning not to order everything and want nothing. My mouth is empty. The words won't stay. “ Paul Guest from my index of slightly horrifying knowledge; Airport letter 2”. Or on Ao3

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llovelymoonn · 2 years

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on mothers

su cho my bed shakes & i assume ghosts are finally getting me \\ evan knoll blood makes the blade holy \\ ugochukwu damian okpara my mother makes memories crawl on my skin \\ bhanu kapil the vertical interrogation of strangers \\ frank o’hara meditations in an emergency: “mayakovsky” \\ @bakwaaas \\ kyung-sook shin please look after mom (tr. chi-young kim)

kofi

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blairstales · 1 year

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The Otherworld

Did you know that the answer to why Nessie will never be caught is in folklore?

To begin, I’m going to try to break down the Otherworld as I understand it from my experiences reading folklore, but as simply as possible in modern terms.

The otherworld is a world that is not separate from ours, but instead overlays it. Think of the Otherworld as a world that blankets ours.

"The Celtic Otherworld is like that hidden realm of subjectivity lying just beyond the horizon of mortal existence , which we cannot behold when we would , save with the mystic vision of the seer ." The Fairy-Faith in Celtic Countries by W.Y. Evans-Wentz (1911)

There was one story where this stuck with me, though I can’t remember its source. In it, a baby was taken by a fairy. The mother could feel the baby was nearby and could sometimes even hear her baby, but she could not reach it. It was beside her and yet just beyond the veil in the Otherworld.

This otherworld has the kingdom of the fairy queen, which is often called Elphame, as well as the land of the dead. Think of those two as separate territories. I keep them as separate stories, due to fairies like the cait-sith.

The land of the fairies is often said to be a place of beauty, and any dwelling lavishly furnished. If they mean to trap a human there, they need only to offer a meal. The problem is that humans in folklore don’t always know they are in the Otherworld, they simply think they are in a nice place with nice people. If they eat the meal, they are trapped.

The 'Land of the Ever Young' depicted by Arthur Rackham in Irish Fairy Tales (1920).

One of the biggest challenges to the fairy world is that time passes differently than ours. Sometimes, a person can be gone for what seemed like years for them, when only moments passed here. Other times, a short amount of time has seemed to pass, only for the human to return to the human world, and discover the world has changed drastically, before time catches up and turns the human into dust.

"All idea of the flight of time was lost by them under the beauty of fairyland and the joy of life in it. When the fairy-thralls did at last return to earth, they found their places filled by others, and the memory of them well-nigh dead. It was only after many explanations the remembrance of them returned to friends and acquaintances, and they themselves came to know how long they had dwelt in fairyland." Folklore of the North East of Scotland by Walter Gregor (1881)

For most of the year, our world and the Otherworld are separated by a veil. This barrier is often too strong to pass through, but there are places that act as exceptions. In these special places, the otherworld leaks into our world, like bridges between worlds. These “bridges”” are things like fairy mounds and fairy rings. They exist in both worlds, and is often hidden to ours.

Fairy mounds act as a home for fairies who like to visit both worlds. Sometimes, humans are tricked to enter these places, or do so by accident, and are trapped. In most tales, they can only be rescued after a year and a day. (Note: a year and a day plays a big part in Scottish folklore and customs. For example, hand-fasting was originally a ceremony for a temporary Marriage, which would last a year and a day. After which, the couple would decide if they wanted to be married for real).

They were believed to dwell inside green sunny hillocks and knolls, beside a river, a stream, or a lake, or by the sea-braes, in gorgeous palaces furnished with everything that was bright and beautiful. Folklore of the North East of Scotland by Walter Gregor (1881)

So, putting it bluntly, the fairies who live in these mounds lock or unlock a gate to our world as they please. They also guard these areas from other fairies. For example, the home of kelpies are only ever said to be inhabited by kelpies. This explains why fairies like Kelpies don’t simply disappear when they are in danger, and instead run for their watery homes; to get through to the fairy world, they must reach a portal.

For cross-quarter days, the veil thins, allowing all sorts of fairies to our world. During Samhain, the veil is at its absolute weakest, and that is when even the dead are said to walk with us.

So now, back to Nessie. The folklore answer to why she is never caught would be because there is a “bridge” between our world and the other world that likely is also her home.

"Sìthein (pron. shï-en) is the name of any place in which the Fairies take up their residence. It is known from the surrounding scenery by the peculiarly green appearance and rounded form. Sometimes in these respects it is very striking, being of so nearly conical a form, and covered with such rich verdure, that a second look is required to satisfy the observers it is not artificial. Its external appearance has led to its being also known by various other names." Superstitions of the Highlands & Islands of Scotland by John Gregorson Campbell (1900)

#fairy #fairies #fae #folklore #scottishfolklore #scottish folklore #mythology #FairyBasics #ScottishFolkoreBasics

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