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hytraedian · 2 years

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MAY 15, 2022

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monochromayhem · 1 year

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Sometimes the fae brain just

A C T I V A T E S

For example, I went to the store for some groceries and there was a penny on the floor. I didn’t really need it but I ran over to where it was sitting, which was directly under the cart of an old man. No, he didn’t drop it, he just happened to stop right over it.

After picking it up, instead of saving it for myself, I got the strong urge to hand it to the man. The hands of chaos plucked me from the ground like a marionette and I looked into the man’s eyes and smiled.

“Here,” I said, holding the penny out to him.

“Oh, I didn’t drop it,” he replies.

Without even thinking, the fae in me takes hold, and I grin just a little wider.

“Oh, I know.” No other words, just those three.

He stared at me for a moment, broke eye contact, and took the coin. I said nothing more and scuttled into the ice cream section, never to be seen by the gentleman again.

#chrome #fae brain #fae energy #the fae

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shitpostingkats · 2 days

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You guys have no idea how badly I need Aguefort x Lapin to be canon. Not only do we need more Lapin content, not only is it incredibly funny for Arthur Aguefort to have multiple magical animal paramours across time and space, I need Fig and Ayda to bond over their parent's utterly insane polycules. I need Ayda to stiffly introduce Lapin as her step-father. I need him hanging out at the Compass Points and awkwardly trying to bond with his boyfriend's daughter because Aguefort may be barred from having any contact with Ayda but his hookup from another timeline isn't. I need Lapin to transfer all of his honed sinister advisor skills and experience as a babysitter of willfull princesses to being a Weird Uncle. I need Fig and Aydas' "Yeah my estranged dad showed up again in my life and now I have a weird stepdad as well" emotional bonding and discussion. I need for at their wedding the first row of seats is entirely taken up by all five Fathers Of The Bride.

#I need them to give 'Liam Wilhelmina and his thirty five parents' a run for their money #absolutely vital to me that this happens post Lapin's death #he is some sort of eldritch fae spirit subsisting off sugarplum magic #he and arthur met over Old Wizard Grindr #Ayda kinda embarrassed in the teen way: yes this is indeed my father's chronomatic courtesan. His name is Lapin.#A chocolate warlock spectre swirling with arcane energy: Hello.#Ayda: He is. As my girlfriend would say. Cringe.#fantasy high #dimension 20 #d20 #the liveshows are gift for many reasons. This is one of them.#a crown of candy #acoc #d20 fantasy high #arthur aguefort #lapin cadbury

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transgendergoblinfromspace · 2 years

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#big goblin energy #goblincore #fae #faecore

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maelstrom007 · 9 months

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I've got the @ghouljams Fae!au brainrot, and I needed to write more about my OC Mal. This time, featuring ghoul's OC Love, and Fae!Ghost. Thank you so much for letting me borrow them! I hope I do them justice, and they're not too out of character. While it's implied that Mal already knows Witch (I think their friendship started well before this) I thought this was an interesting way to bring Mal into the darlings and 141's sphere of influence.

I hope you enjoy!

Mal stood at the far wall of their crafting space, studying their old leather bound notebook. It was an account of every project they’d ever undertaken here at the shop, filled to the brim with notes. Currently, it was open to the last commission on their list for this quarter, someone wanting a garment that would fill them with confidence after a particularly difficult time in their life. Before them stood several cones of yellow and orange cotton that they had dyed with this intention in mind. Now to decide what it would become. Mal closed their eyes, imagining the customer in their head, how their shoulders had hunched and neck sunk involuntarily. They needed something to straighten up, bring some height back into their frame. A jacket would do them nice.

Mal took the cones to their warping board, a square frame with pegs hanging on the wall, and readied the yarn. Before they began Mal closed their eyes once again, taking deep breaths and pressing their bare feet firmly into the floor as they grounded themselves. Once they were settled, they imagined in their mind what their customer would look like in this new jacket. How their face would be full of warmth and joy, how much taller they would stand, the swagger and spring in their step as they walked. Mal let the feeling wash over them, filling themselves up with the giddy confidence. Full of energy, Mal began the warping process, tying an orange yarn to one peg and wrapping it around sequential pegs until it was as long as their fabric needed to be, then doubling back and following that same path back.

Maintaining this confident headspace Mal continued on, occasionally switching between colors to create a shimmering ombre across the warp. This warp will act as the vertical threads when they weave the fabric later on tonight. Already they could see the gentle halo radiating off of the threads as the intent gets buried deeper and deeper. By the end it’ll be radiant like the sun.

The slight jostle of someone attempting to open the front door made Mal accidentally skip a peg, breaking them out of their concentration. Immediately the halo of the current length they were working on dimmed, forcing them to backtrack and do their best to bring themselves back into the confident headspace. They didn’t really care if someone was at the door, there was no reason for anyone to be there and thus no reason to give them the time of day. Pick up was always reserved for the last week of the month, and they hadn’t pulled aside the heavy curtains hanging from the gutters that prevented humans from seeing the shop, and warned Fae from entering without an invitation. No, those get pulled when Mal’s commission list was empty and ready for new customers. Which it wasn’t.

The jostle returns again and only a well timed breath keeps the bubbling anger from making its way into the warp. They tied it off and stepped away with a sigh. They couldn’t afford to keep having their concentration disrupted by the mystery person at the door.

Opening the door reveals a girl, smiling brightly, “Hey, I think your doors locked.”

“It’s not,” Mal replies. Not in the physical sense anyway. Witch’s wards are strong and clever like that. Although they will have to check up on the curtains outside. Nobody should have been able to find their shop with them pulled shut, although now there was a clear section that was pulled to the side where the girl seemingly forced her way through. Those damn Moth’s were probably nibbling on it again.

The girl stares at them for a moment, as if expecting them to say more. Evidently the silence becomes too long as she presses on, “Aren’t you going to let me in?”

“Why would you want in?”

“Because you’re a business? And I’d like to do business here?” The exasperated look on the girl's face is enough to set Mal’s teeth on edge.

“Pushy aren’t you?”

“Yes. Now come on, I want to get something nice for my boyfriend and he’s going to pick me up any minute now.”

Something about the girl’s big, insistent eyes made Mal’s resolve crack, “Fine. You’ve caught me in an indulgent mood.” Mal turned around, walking back towards the counter, “What are you thinking of?”

When the girl didn’t immediately follow they turned around again, only to see her seemingly stuck mid stride, foot unable or unwilling to touch the hardwood floor of the storefront. Curious. The girl seemed perfectly human to them, but looks could be deceiving.

“You’re welcome in, for this transaction,” her foot fell with a solid thump, and she continued walking in as if nothing had happened.

“So I’d like to get something for my boyfriend.”

Mal settled in and flipped their notebook to a new page, “So you’ve said.”

“Yeah, well I know that he likes to cover up a lot, but recently his gloves have been falling apart and what with Winter coming up I don’t want his hands to be cold-”

As the girl talked, Mal kept a close eye on her chest, watching for any tethers that shone brighter than the others. Humans, and sometimes Fae, had a hard time deciding what their real intent was for a gift, and sifting through their tethers was always easier than getting it out of them through words. Except that the more this girl talked, the more her chest started to light up like a god damn christmas tree. She was tangled and pierced and snared on so many hooks it was almost distressing, and one in particular burned so bright it almost hurt Mal’s eyes to look at.

“Excuse me,” Mal interrupted her, “but may I?” they said, pointing towards the brightly glowing tether at the center of her chest.

“Uh, sure,” she said, slightly confused but trusting all the same.

Reaching out they gently snagged the tether with the tip of their pinky finger. Even with that small amount of contact all they could think of was LOVE LOVE LOVE. So much love, and passion, and desperation, and protectiveness.

Within the next second, Mal’s ears popped as air that used to be in the space behind the girl forcibly vacated in favor of someone apparating there in its place. Mal stumbled back, eyebrows raised in shock as the absolutely massive fucker came into focus. Piercing brown eyes peered out through a pale white skull mask, with one hand wrapping protectively around the girl's chest and the other landing solidly on the table creating an effective barrier between them and Mal.

“What’s wrong, Love?” The man's voice was deep, and although he was addressing the girl, (the capital L was obvious in his tone) his eyes never left Mal’s.

“Well I was going to get you a surprise gift, but I guess that’s not happening anymore.”

“Why were they touching you.”

Mal straightened, “I received permission, if that is your concern. I was only attempting to see what her true intent was for this gift.” Despite the way he was glaring, Mal could tell this man didn’t think they were a threat, at least not physically.

On closer inspection the guys gloves did look as if they were threadbare, ready to fall apart if a stiff breeze came through. He was fae, no doubt about it, and even his human form commanded respect. Mal could see the shimmery effect of the fae’s obscura, hinting at a much larger and much more. . .sinister silhouette. They could do better, break up the outline of his body like camo on a soldier's fatigues, but something told them that he wouldn’t appreciate being upsold at the moment.

“And what was my intention?” Love looked almost giddy to know, leaning over the counter top with a manic grin on her face.

Mal quickly looked between Love and the man, trying to gauge the pro’s and con’s of this whole interaction.

“Go on,” he said.

“Well, it seemed like Love here wanted to stake a claim on you. To possess and protect you as much as you do her.”

Like a seesaw, Love rocked backwards into the man's embrace, wrapping her arms up around his neck and giggling, “Yeah, I guess I am a little obsessed with you.”

For once he looked a little bit out of his depth, and once again Mal almost had to shield their eyes from the sun that seemed to light up between the two. Jesus these two were co dependent as all hell.

“So,” Mal said, desperate to get this conversation over with, “any design you want in particular?”

“Oh, right, I think his gloves should be dark black, with white details that look like finger and hand bones. And can you make them really warm and soft? Am I asking for too much? You’ll tell me if it’s too much right? Also-”

Mal dutifully took notes, not even attempting to get a word in edgewise as Love rambled on. Briefly looking up, Mal saw the masked man curled contentedly around and over top Love’s much smaller form like a mountain sized cat. It was hard to find him intimidating now that his eyes were full of love and adoration.

What a strange pair indeed.

#fae!ghost #ghouls fae!au #fae!au #oc: mal #maelstrom007 #maelstromsfic #cod mw2 #cod mwii #simon ghost riley #call of duty #I imagine that Mals energy and vibe #is really neutral when they're not crafting for something #they're basically like a vessel for intent #theres another version of this that's more angsty #where Mal doesn't get permission #and ends up getting a hook in them similar to when Konig went snooping on Love wayyyyy back when #i think i like this version better though #i hope you like it ghoullllllllllllll #cod fanfic

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mandatorykinblog · 2 years

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Claws. Teeth. Fangs. Blood seeping down your chin. It's summer, its time to feel alive again, beasts of the forest. It's time to prowl and stalk and run.

It's time to be alive.

#chaos #bear kin #chaotic energy #faeries #fae kin #faekin #otherkin community #otherkin #therian #dragonkin #vampirekin #vampirism #darkkinstuff

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ghouljams · 9 months

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What is hard darling? A succubus type fae? Or is the trap tattoo just a defence from other fae? Why is she considered a threat to the 141? Sorry for so many questions lol I just love this world you’ve built!!

I need better shorthand for this Darling...

So the threat portion is an easy answer: It's the fae trap. The fact that there is someone walking around who has the ability to just off the fae boys if they want/need to is dangerous. More dangerous is the fact that Soap didn't notice he'd been trapped despite it happening 3 times. The only reason Price noticed is because he knew what to look for.

The trap tattoo itself is just a defense mechanism. I think this darling is reckless especially when it comes to who they fuck, and decided they needed some protection from the people stronger than them.

The what kind of fae is a little complicated, but for now I suppose they function like a succubus.

#ghoul speaks #In my mind this is a fae with a pretty heavy level of sex addiction #to match Soap's artist addiction #but not really because they want to be #it's a consequence of the trap and the way it stores energy #they should be eating people like Konig

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bittertomato · 7 months

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“…Mother, how many cups of that concoction have you had today?” “Not enough.”

My farming team don't want apples—they need the stronger stuff.

Thanks @akamirai for drawing my commission idea! You can also find them on Twitter :]

#fate grand order #fate #fan art #commission #baobhan sith #morgan le fae #fgo #whether or not morgan is sharing with the others #is up to you lol #dont actually mix energy drinks and alcohol with coffee kids

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fitzs-space · 2 years

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And so, the kingmaker sits amongst his forest, so he sits with a newly crafted crown.

chainmail veil Bdubs design Pog!? don't know just wanted to make something fun and vaguely fae like with Bdubs.

#bdouble0100 #bdubs #hermitblr #man I dont know #fitzs art #art #as someone said on my instagram #Its either giving Eldridge horror or Fae circle energy #or something to that beat

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peachshadows · 8 months

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*Clenches fist* Y-Yandere Fae Wukong? Yes please?!?!? With a side of a horrified and suffering (and maybe hopelessly/reluctantly in love) Macaque???? (Please?)

YES YESSSSSS YOU'RE SPEAKING MY LANGUAGE BERRY THAT'S LITERALLY WHAT I WANT TO WRITE SO BADLY

#asks #fae au #shadowpeach #please ask me more about this au so i actually have the energy to write

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larissa-the-scribe · 4 months

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