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now listen......
i love me a good fae world, but can we all just collectively agree to stop making fae senses so heightened that they can smell arousal???
like.....no thank you? i would prefer it if no one knew when i was being a horny bitch (aka all the time)
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the-broken-pen · 1 year
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Map of Fae
I go absolutely Feral for Fae so I am ever so grateful that @hojo76 included it in his prompt idea
Anyways here you go
She hadn’t even wanted to take cartology in the first place—what kind of highschool offered it as an elective anyways?
She had marked it as last on her list.
But then the school secretary lost her class request form (because Janice hated her) and the principal wouldn’t let her switch (because he wasn’t paid enough to care) and so now she was stuck, cursing her way through a forest in the middle of a downpour.
“Fuck,” she slid on a patch of mud, catching herself at the last moment. Her paper, gleefully marked with the edges of the park, waited for her to draw the trails and elevation onto it. By now, it was soggy.
She didn’t really care.
She took another step, almost tripped again, and swore to kill Janice as soon as she got back into school grounds.
Distantly, she heard her class mates yelling, voices tinged with some emotion she couldn’t identify over the rain.
The paper dissolved in her hands.
One more step.
This time, she didn’t catch herself as she fell, the ground slamming into her and sending the air rushing from her lungs.
Her class mates were still yelling, but they were louder now, and she realized the emotion in their voices was fear.
Her name.
They were screaming her name.
Below her, the ground bucked, heaving as if the earth itself was breathing, and then she was falling, fast and slow and loud and quiet and up and down and—
She was on the ground.
She blinked, sucking in a breath.
It smelled like jasmine, like childhood summer break, humid forests and old libraries.
The rain, she realized, had stopped.
A voice so melodic it hurt laughed, and she bolted into upright.
“Hello, frightened thing.”
The person in front of her was the most beautiful, terrifying thing she had ever seen. Perfection like that wasn’t supposed to exist—how was it fair, that all the moonlight and whispers and long grown forests could be contained into one being?
They smiled, like they could tell what she was thinking.
“Who—“ she stopped. “Where—“.
“I,” they began, “am fae. This is the fae realm. You took quite the fall.”
She coughed. Lovely. They were insane.
“I’m sorry,” she rose to her feet, bones aching. Around her, the forest gleamed. “Could you point me back to the park exit? I need to find my class.”
The person, the fae, was still smiling.
“Cartology,” they hummed. “Such an interesting subject. Trying to map everything, to contain the world upon paper.” They ran their finger over a branch. “It never was the best idea, now, was it?”
She swallowed. Her feet, she realized, had drawn her a step back. The person matched her, easily.
“I never told you my class was Cartology.”
They tipped their head.
“Of course you didn’t. I picked it for you.”
Her gut sank, and she let loose a slow breath. Eyes, gut, groin. She knew this, her sister had told her where to aim in situations like this. She hadn’t thought she would need to use it. Her fists clenched.
“Look, I don’t know who you think I am, or who you think you are, but I’m going to leave, and you aren’t going to follow me,” she spat. She pretended her hands were shaking from anger. Her raincoat was still damp.
Something on the persons face shifted, and they were studying her like she was the most fascinating painting.
When she stepped back, they didn’t bother to follow her. A branch snapped beneath her sneakers.
“The mouth on you,” they whispered. “So sharp. Such a smart, wicked mind.”
They smiled again.
“Pretty, too.”
They got closer, and she backed up further, and her knees hit a log.
“Back up. Now.”
They hummed.
Their hand twisted, and there was a paper in it. They tipped it forward, and there was her name, inked across the top.
Her class request form.
Her heart skipped a beat.
“Where did you get that,” she whispered. Her chest hurt.
“Janice, of course. Poor thing, so weak minded. It was easy enough, to have her switch you into Cartology. Just a little twisting, and she molded like putty.”
Their canines were sharp. Too sharp.
“Who are you.”
They laughed.
“Come now. I know you’re smarter than this; I know you. Figure it out.”
Her gut clenched. The forest, she realized, was dead silent.
When her mouth moved, she wasn’t even sure she was the one talking. “Fae.”
The Fae smiled wider.
“There you go.”
The request form burst into ashes, crumbling into nothing. She watched it with a sick sort of detachment.
“Why.”
“Why what?”
“Why Cartology?”
The Fae laughed, a musical sort of thing, sharp as knives.
“I need you to go into the woods.”
When she said nothing, they continued.
“I needed to have you.”
She glanced towards where she thought the entrance might be, and turned back to find the Fae dizzyingly close. They ran a hand along her jaw.
“Do you know how special you are?” They murmured. “So bright. How could I let them keep you?”
She swallowed, hard, and the Fae tracked the movement. Too beautiful. So beautiful it hurt.
“I am not a thing to be kept. I’m a person. I have a name. Just let me go back to my class and I’ll—“
“Darling, trust me. I know you have a name. But you’re wrong.”
“About what,” she said, and their eyes crinkled. They leaned in to whisper into her ear, breath cool as wind blowing across a lake. They smelled like salt water and moss.
“I can keep you.”
She jerked, shoved her hands against their chest. It did nothing. Her fingers gripped into their shirt hard enough it hurt, and she pushed harder, meaner, anything, please—
“I won’t let you take me, and I won’t let you keep me. I’ll escape, and I’ll hurt you, and then you’ll never see the outside of a prison again. I’m not going to be some docile thing for you—“
“I would never want you to be docile,” the Fae interrupted. “I just want you to be mine.”
“That will never happen—“ she swore, and they cut her off with a hand curled around her jaw. They tipped her head up, eyes boring into hers. Their grip tightened.
“Oh sweetheart. Of course it will. For now, though, I’ll give you some help.”
“Let go of me—“
The word they said next rolled off their tongue like the clearest note of music, like sunshine in winter, the sound of her sister’s laughter and the creak of the kitchen table.
The Fae said her name, and the world exploded into colors and sounds and shapes and voices and
The Fae laughed as she slumped into their arms, bones jelly and mind half between delirium and pure, unadulterated joy, false and sugar sweet on her tongue.
“Oh, hello you,” they murmured with amusement. Their hand stayed on her chin, and they pulled her against them, arm wrapping around her waist. They were warm, and that stupid, dazed part of her wanted to stay there forever.
She managed a weak, half muttered curse word, and they pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“God, I’m glad you’re mine. I waited so long to have you.”
She sobbed, and they shushed her, gently.
“Hush, now. I’ll make it better. Everything will be okay, you’ll see. Soon you’ll love it without any magic helping you.”
A tear slipped down her cheek, and they kissed it away. They tucked her limp head into their shoulder.
“It’s okay, love.”
They said her name again.
And she was gone.
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lordoftheshrooms · 1 month
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First comic lol
Two Different Worlds: A collab with Rem Rem ( @getaloadofthisloser) go see the other half!! If you don't I will bite
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khaarl-i · 1 year
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Fae world inspo board
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17navybees · 4 months
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Crackling creek
running through the trees, jumping over logs. nothing could stop her, not anymore. she only slowed down as the tarein became familiar, that mossy rock, the tree she carved a long, long time ago. was it really so long already? when she would dance with her friends and beloved, among the brambles and bushes?
there. she could hear babbling brook, the singing stream that changed her. never. never would she be the same after her love hopped over the line, crossed into the other side.
there. she saw it. she heard it. that dazzling smile, such charming laughter. Every time she came to the creek she fell in love all over. her love on the other side of the water, beckoning, taunting her to just take a few more steps. there were the river steps, there was her love, but neither of them would ever cross the stepping stones again.
like always she smiled back, back at the one she loved on the other side, asked them to come back. her heart broke, just like every time before. she knew her love would never come back and she could never join, on the other side. so she left. her feet, dragging in the underbrush, her tears left at the creek.
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oooocleo · 1 month
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make a deal with Maevenon, Patron of Faces 🤲 it will surely benefit you both...
(illustrative work for Cantrip Candles' new line of Patrons & Deities - check them out if it piques your interest!)
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puppetmaster13u · 3 months
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Prompt 191
So. Apparently immortality does in fact exist. And is apparently very easily accidentally achieved, if the fact an entire city has it now. 
The GIW will be waiting a very long time to be able to drop that ghost shield, because the city doesn’t seem to be dying out anytime soon. Or at all actually. It’s been several generations now. 
They might need to request assistance. Maybe before others start to investigate now that vigilantes are becoming a semi-common thing.
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egophiliac · 11 months
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hold your children
I'm just exploding in slow motion until the rest of episode 7 comes out
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nerdpoe · 4 months
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So like...Sam's Liminal. Definitely Liminal. She's also very pretty. Constantine's a little tipsy, but he's very, very sure he just accidentally sat next to a Fae at the bar.
Heavily influenced by certain lines in Inferno, buttttt
Sam's a very pretty young woman. Beautiful smile (with too sharp teeth), lovely eyes (but they're a little too wide, a little too bright), fantastic skin (unnaturally pale, suspiciously cold), and a very pretty face (perfectly symmetrical)-first glance anyone who leans towards women would get instant butterflies in the stomach.
But Constantine's been around danger enough to recognize those aren't butterflies.
That's fear.
There's a deep, instinctual fear that is telling him he has to run.
Just as he's about to leave, though, her hand rests itself on his arm.
"Leaving so soon, Hellblazer? And here I thought you'd want to take a look at this...interesting contract I found."
Ah. Shit.
He sits back down, next to the Unseelie Fae who, apparently, owns part of his soul.
Sam, for her part, just wants to scare the idiot straight so he'll stop making work for Danny. (Danny's days are almost nothing but fielding complaints about Constantine and he's so fucking close to hunting the man down himself).
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fictionadventurer · 3 months
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Of course Catherine Morland falls in love with the charming, kind Henry Tilney who's unlike any man she's ever met and who's the kind of person who she didn't think existed outside of books. But the great thing is that Henry's equally enchanted by the completely ordinary Catherine, because she's something that's totally unfamiliar to his world. They're equally mythical to each other, and in finding each other they upend their ideas of what they thought the world was, and they build a new world together, and that is peak romance.
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alexander-the-3rd · 2 months
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If you ever find me crying, know that the goddess aabria has created a new character.
I sadly don't have time to draw anymore so i couldn't finish this sketch. But i just finished listening to that episode of the wizard the witch and the wild one and i had to draw something to help me process.
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rosenfey · 10 months
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the outer worlds scenery [4/?] — B O T A N I C A L • L A B S
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ghostly-cabbage · 20 days
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We need to talk about the worst thing about making AUs....
The fact that then when you inevitably think about crossovers you don't want the crossover with the canon you want it with your specific AU. Your brain worms, your circus, but THEN WHAT?
Oh, yeah, to understand this crossover you need to go read this entirely different fic/series? Girl help 😭 you can't do that
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kottkrig · 2 months
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Raffle prize for Belethe77
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42wv · 10 months
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FFXIV x Yu-Gi-Oh! 5DS Signer Dragons (and bonus)
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naggingatlas · 3 months
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'I think I must reply to your question by another. What would your feelings be, seriously, if your cat or your dog began to talk to you, and to dispute with you in human accents? You would be overwhelmed with horror. I am sure of it. And if the roses in your garden sang a weird song, you would go mad. And suppose the stones in the road began to swell and grow before your eyes, and if the pebble that you noticed at night had shot out stony blossoms in the morning?' 'Well, these examples may give you some notion of what sin really is.'
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