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recklessfiction · a day ago
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Rules of The Fairy Market
Everything has a cost. Do not assume that, simply because there is no price tag, that things will be freely given. Make yourself aware of what you will owe before agreeing to a bargain, as more often than not, the asking price will exceed your means: a diamond from the crown of Mab, a shingle from the roof of your childhood home now long demolished, your eyes, a kiss.
If you purchase food; meats, cheeses, plums, bread, and the like, I would advise you to not eat it until you are safely back in your home. Of course, the food of the fae will never taste as rich or wonderful if it is eaten elsewhere, but neither will you be tethered by its thrall.
Troupes often move through the Market, either stocking up on rations or preparing for a quest. Do not get in their way. Should you see someone you recognize among the ranks of goblin soldiers, or in the company of strange, hollow kings, do not approach them. Not only would it be considered rude, but you are surely not prepared for the outcome should you insert yourself into their narrative. You are here to buy pears, butter, and perhaps a finely tailored pair of pants, so do that. You may start a quest on another day.
Buying rings at market is...inadvisable. Much can be communicated in a ring; you can never be sure what it is you are buying. Indeed, it could always simply be a ring, finely crafted from wood or stone, a light enchantment placed upon it. But then again, I've heard many tales of elated brides and grooms and their...more than unwitting human betrotheds.
Your Name would go for quite a bit, if you were in the Market to hawk it. It is a fine name, good and strong, whether it was given to you or one you have chosen for yourself. Each interested party would assure you of how well they would care for it, because of course, care of a name equals care of an individual. But do not forget, if you sell your name, the name you have chosen, you may one day hear it being called, and you will have little choice but to follow, wherever that may lead. But if you need the money...
There is a well at the centre of the market. It is old and overtaken by moss. You may hear a voice or feel a pull calling you towards it. Your hand may go to your pocket to pull out a coin. Its a well, you have to make a wish, right? Well, I will tell you now, you will receive your wish, and much more for you have paid for it. But be warned, with the well, you cannot recant, you cannot withdraw. Your deal was made and until your dying breath, the well will uphold it.
Such pretty things line the stalls, jewels, jars of gold dust, gems, pearls, and crowns. You may find yourself all too overwhelmed by the splendour of it all. Perhaps you would like to stay, forever surrounded by the richness of the market. But as the sun begins to set, casting shadows across the pleasant faces of the merchants, you will see another kind of clientele enter through the archway; more frenzied, frightening, crazed. If you are here passed dark, what is it you are selling, they ask, for they wish to be tempted, they wish to buy. What is it you are selling? They will pay any price. What is it you are selling!?
Stealing is not prohibited by the Market itself, but I would hope you are not fool enough to try. Make no mistake that the fae will take every advantage of you that they can and once you have entered the Market, you are on your own. No is there to defend you, as heroes are not allowed within its boundaries. If you are caught, and you will be, you will be at the mercy of your victim, and I will tell you, each merchant you see before you is worse than the last.
I should not have to say this, but do not offer yourself as collateral. I understand you all crave adventure but I fear you do not understand what is at stake. You know not to what hoard you will be taken, or to whose service you will be put into. Who you will be made to kill, or what you will be made to kiss. Do not. DO NOT put yourself into that position, for I will not be there to save you.
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triscuit-cafe · 2 days ago
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Wanted to doodle one of my old fr dragons! This is Arlo :)
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sea-cross · 15 hours ago
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𝙼𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚖
I was inspired by @berrysweetboutique ‘s beautiful fairy renders. 
Dress is by @satterlly
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korvascuriosities · a day ago
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Wait...did I just make a mini shines hoard? Complete with a mini moss bottle?
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I guess I did...but wait let me take them into the sunlight for you.
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Check out that shine.
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I had planned on finishing up my other tiny bottle sets, but was struck with the inspiration for the mini shines hoard.
Several of the bottle are not filled all the way on purpose, so that there is space for the shines to tumble when the bottle is turned.
This mini shinie hoard set, along with the Fairy Moss Bottle set are ready for the shop and will be listed tomorrow, hopefully...
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I'll be making more tiny bottle sets, especially if there is interest in them, but I work with what I got, so each set is it's own unique character.
I've got a pinned post about my Etsy shop, if anyone fancys a looky loo. 🍄🐌🌱
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lumeria · a day ago
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Just a little something to celebrate autumn finally arriving at the PNW.
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chimericade · 2 days ago
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been a while since my last monthly new oc huh
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thesoulspulse · a day ago
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Vladislav's -or Vlad in simpler human terms- skin was cold and coarse, like the withered branches of a tree desperately clinging to the last traces of warmth from the summer sun, but to no avail with horns curling from his temple and cheek bones in the shape of a stag's antlers. And his dark hair shimmered strangely in the light, as if it were dusted in ash, and was black as charcoal with streaks of silver that appeared similar to the pattern of a badger's fur coat. A lush red cloak the color of dried blood or maple leaves rested on his broad shoulders, finely embroidered with gnarled roots around the collar which carried the heavy musk of dried roses, damp earth, and the old but familiar scent of cedarwood. Lastly, a pair of ageless molten red eyes peered into his seeing stone where a raven haired boy with sky blue eyes could be seen wearing an old faded green cloak, fleeing into the forest under the cover of darkness in the hopes of evaded his fate of being handed over to the King of the Unseelie Court. "Foolish child," Vlad thought with a frown. "I rule this dark forest and you cannot escape your destiny. You will come to rule at my side eventually. But run if you must dear boy. I will be watching your every footfall, listening as you whisper my name in fear while sleeping underneath the stars. And I will be waiting for you to come to your senses and return to me willingly, my son. Because if not, I have other means of persuading you..."
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ebayfantasyfigurines · 3 days ago
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First Coast Designs Ironing Out Life's Challenges angel statue 1998 Jean Everett | eBay
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recklessfiction · a day ago
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Fairy Market lore
There are merchant ‘matchmakers’ who pedal rings given to them by fae and other creatures. They’re ‘free’ but if you accept one, you’re betrothed to the creator who’s ring you got.
And they’re excited to meet you.
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I never thought I would see the day when the leaf would feel safe in my waters. Surely this means that I am not the monster the fire has tried to claim that I am… This leaf shall be protected by my waters. I will not let harm come to it.
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Breaking: CDC announces if you are fully vaccinated you can walk into a fairy circle.
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weaver-z · 7 months ago
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Elderly woman seeking shelter from the rain voice: Hello dearie. Would you be so kind as to let me stay the nigh--oh. You would? Oh. No, no, I’m very grateful, it’s just that *discards my mortal disguise* it’s just that--okay stop screaming--I’m actually a powerful faerie sorceress and I was kind of, god this is awkward, expecting you to deny me shelter? So that I could curse you for your hubris? Yeah I don’t actually need a place to stay this was just a weird little test I wanted to do for no reason. Yeah it sounds dumb when I say it out loud I’m just gonna go
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