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existennialmemes · 6 days
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Remember, Friends:
If You can't make your own portals, stumbling into one that you found in the woods is fine!
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dvnzook · 6 months
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So I'm terrible at social media. TERRIBLE at self promotion. But it's okay, I don't have too many followers that would have been able to go to this. With the help of a group of friends I hosted a goblin and fairy art show! We had 30 artists, a competition & coronation of the goblin lord, goblin CLOWNS, and so many wonderful costumes. We've decided we are going to do this annually too. So if you live near the Central IL area, Springfield is going to be slowly building a ren faire focusing on the arts. This is the second year the This Is Fae Propaganda Art Show has been done, and now that we have a team working on it, there will be more to come. I'll also have a couple of posts coming out with videos of our chaotic goblins as well as what weird art I made for my booth.
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deviantplum · 2 days
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Listen, if a Charismatic Stranger offered me a Mysterious Pastry, I am obviously taking it.
And spare me all of your "oh but the Fae will own you blah blah blah" Free pastry and I'm officially someone else's problem?
You don't have to keep convincing me, I'm already eating the pastry.
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jovialtorchlight · 3 days
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wanna meet me in the soggyfoot forest? under the gnarled oak tree emanating a faint azure aura? i swear bro, i'm not going to ask for your name and steal it from you forever, and i SWEAR i'm not going to make you solve intricate riddles in order to save your baby brother from being eaten by a tree demon. COME ON dude. bro. come on. come to soggyfoot forest. I SWEAR i won't feed on the magical essence of your memories, BRO COME ON
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parastitch · 2 years
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Not today fae..not today
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faecorpspublishing · 2 months
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Anthology Cover reveal
Obviously we will be back in a week with the cover… but be sure to check in often for more details. Link upcoming.
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Stop and rest for a while under the mushroom friend
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steviestoospooky · 2 years
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bakedbakermom · 2 years
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Hey can I crowdsource a detail for my novel from the collective Tumblr hivemind? What would you call a strip club where all the dancers are some kind of fae?
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zorosdimples · 1 month
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fae ajax tartaglia childe
your longtime lover broke your heart right before valentine’s day, and you’re devastated when the once-joyous holiday rolls around; you have nothing left but bittersweet memories and pointless daydreams. wandering the streets of your town aimlessly, ignoring the sweethearts you spot at every corner, you happen upon a beautiful man.
his auburn hair gleams like the sun, his eyes the color of the cloudless sky. his teeth are a bit sharp, ears unusually pointy, but he’s kind: he offers you a single fresh bloom, your favorite flower. there’s no catch, he insists; it’s free of charge. you thank him with a sad smile, though it’s the first time you’ve smiled in weeks. the man asks for your name—a harmless question that you indulge with an honest answer.
you leave the stranger with a lighter step and place the stem in a cup of water when you return home. after several days, none of the petals have wilted, and the leaves are as verdant as ever. days turn into weeks, and the beautiful flower haunts you. why won’t it decay? it defies the laws of nature. in a fit of suspicion, you throw the flower out, and banish it from your mind.
the next day you awake to the man who gifted you the flower lounging in your room. but the man—you realize entirely too late—is no man at all, but a fae. the name he gives you is fake, you assume, but it’s a name that you will come to know intimately: childe.
childe intends to collect your debt forthright.
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necros-writing-stuff · 2 months
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Eden comes to Bailey to ask for a spouse, but it's just a ploy to try and make Bailey jealous. That's it. That's the idea. Any excuse for old man sex.
"I want to get married someday."
The declaration almost makes Bailey choke as he inhales on his cigarette. They'd just been sitting three, he and Eden, taking in the gentle laps of the waves against the shore of the lake. And his companion just had to ruin it with that.
"Why the fuck would you want that? It's shit that means you have to deal with the government, and IDs, and clergymen. You hate all that." He takes a proper drag this time.
Eden lays down, the long grass squishing beneath him. A tired sounding sigh leaves his lips. "Don't need all that. Just a ceremony of sorts. A vow exchange. Maybe rings, I don't know. A... a declaration, really."
The caretaker blinks, his eyes glued still to the water. He'd only come to drop off some bullets and head back to work. He should be heading back to work, instead here he is, indulging in his hunter once more.
"Still doesn't explain where you'll find someone to marry."
Silence is a normal part of their routine. They embrace it, find comfort in it. This one tense.
"You could sell me one."
Cigarettes are delicate and easily crushed. A fact Bailey has to remind himself of as his fingers begin to curl into a fist. "You don't have the money for it."
"I could make it."
"That means going into town."
"A short price to pay for a lifetime of happiness, aye?"
"I'll need them back at some point. I'll sell them to someone else, they'll never actually be yours-"
"You could be."
It's a lovely dream. To run away into the forest with Eden. To just give it all up. To... To try for peace.
"I can't be." Bailey tried to say it. To speak it with a steady voice. It only came out as a whisper.
A heavy weight settles on his shoulder. Eden's head, his chin resting there as his arms pull him back against his strong chest. "I know."
There's still just so much for him to do. Quinn still has to pay.
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spiralhouseshop · 1 year
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At The Spiral House Shop we have restocked the medium sized and large antique iron keys, iron railroad spikes, and square iron nails for you folk magic needs!
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war-criminal-showdown · 11 months
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hey is the vanilla extract offer,, uh,, still standing?
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deviantplum · 6 days
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Kinda unfair that the Fae stopped offering to buy my teeth. Listen, are the baby teeth just special? Because I can get all kinds of teeth, you just have to give me a chance.
Where I'm getting them from is none of your business. Do you want teeth or do you want to ask questions? These are genuine humanoid teeth of the highest caliber, just trust me.
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red-hoods-left-sock · 7 months
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I made a Thing. Which is, like most of my other Things, involves my boi Danny.
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toa-arania · 11 months
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If the Faerie King wants it gone, you've probably fucked up.
It's time for more @homemadegirlbossbattle propaganda for Val~ Today's escapade is a more recent one, involving some of the plants Val grows in her greenhouse. Specifically, a venus fly trap that a few sessions ago seemed to be developing a capacity for affection.
Now before we get into this, here are a few things that you should probably know that venus fly traps Do Not Have:
A brain
Lungs
Any kind of throat passage
A tongue
Any kind of musculature system in their stems or roots
Eyes
Ears
Lips
Any grasp of the english language
A few sessions ago, there was an offhand joke about one of Val's venus fly traps apparently developing the capacity for affection, and nuzzling her when she pet it. And then it got worse.
After one of Val's friends accidentally told her family that she was hiding a body, they responded to say that someone had broken a window in the greenhouse. When she got back, she found the venus fly trap substantially bigger and looking distinctly proud of itself for apparently breaking the window itself. It eats some of the glass, and seems surprisingly content with that. Most people would start having an existential crisis here, but Val is used to weird shit so she tells it off and goes to bed. In her defence, it was about 4am by this point.
The following morning she goes to check on it and go through her daily routine of watering her plants. The venus fly trap had multiplied, and there were three smaller ones with it. This is not how plants reproduce, and this is the point where Val was at least confused. She noted down a reminder to come back and study this later, and talks to the aforementioned friend (a ghost, for future reference) about it on the way to school, who suggests she should try a few varieties of meat, including defrosted meat and bones. Most people would think this is a weird thing to ask, but Val is not Most People and is very blase about the suggestion of feeding a dead body to this plant.
Lunch time came around. Val put her bag down and there was A Sound from inside. She opens the bag. One of the little fucking plants crawls out of it and starts making baby sounds. The ghost instantly imprints on it. Supernatural shit happens all the time, so she had no reason to think this was not a normal thing for Val's witchy plants to do. The ghost spends more time petting the plant during the mafia party fitting session, and a couple of other friends meet it (the fae and the half-angel). This is the cast that will be important later when Val offers to take them back to her greenhouse for biology revision.
The first plant is substantially bigger now. The ghost adores them. No one gets any biology revision done. They all spend a while petting the plants- the ghost is obsessed, the half-angel is sceptical, Val is taking notes, and... we'll get back to the fae. It is at this point that Val mentions the plants can understand basic spoken language, so everyone does the logical thing: teach these plants to speak. It goes surprisingly well surprisingly quickly, and it is gradually becoming clear that these plants may well be sentient. Val is still taking notes, and the ghost is trying to stop the half-angel teaching them swears, during which he accidentally introduces them to the concept of jealousy. Two of the small plants eat their third sibling.
The fae is having a full-on existential crisis, because these plants are sentient, are learning to speak, and have a very clear taste for meat. He does the reasonable thing and calls up the Faerie King to ask What The Fuck. The Faerie King responds by asking "What The Fuck". There is a bit of back and forth in which the Faerie King doesn't even try to make a deal, just asks to Please Let Me Get Rid Of These. The fae, who is still trying to work out whether these are sentient, has even more of an existential crisis. He eventually relents, so the Faerie King sends an armada of fairies through the still broken greenhouse window.
Everything descends into chaos. The fairies carry away Caligula (small plant 2) and Caesar (dead small plant) while the ghost protected Claudius (small plant 1) with her- uh... "life"? We are all then distracted when the large plant eats one of the fairies, sending the fae friend's existential crisis into overdrive and confirming that fairies do in fact have bones. The large plant splits open demogorgon-style with a newly grown eye in the centre, and everyone panics, assuming that the eye means that somehow Tzeentch is now involved. Val uses magic to murder her child before it can get worse, and after a little bit of negotiating (during which we learn that the essence of a witch is apparently equivalent in value to ten gallons of choccy milk????????) Claudius is kept safe.
This will turn out to be a mistake, because now that Val is aware of what can happen, she can begin planning how to account for it with the surviving plant. Instead of learning her lesson about bestowing sentience on a plant and teaching it to eat human flesh (incidentally, Little Shop Of Horrors is one of her favourite films), she has decided that this is something she can use, as long as she knows to account for it. After all, the Faerie King's only stipulation was that Claudius cannot be allowed to reproduce, not that he can't be taught the same things as his predecessor.
This can only go well.
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