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jaw-bones · 1 year
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🌸🍑✨ — ft. mallory~
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slushrottweiler · 7 months
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Finias the Sugarplum fairy from Rebecca F. Kenney’s Court of Sugar and Spice.
Love a good sweet and sexy boy
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blueisquitetired · 10 months
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Link embed isn’t working but whatever!!!!!
Silver Bloodstains chapter six- Alice in Wonderland
Summary: Emmet and Elesa meet some employees of the Celestic Rail Network. Volo comes home.
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aimarann · 8 months
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I should stop going on instagram. Why are people always so mean in the comments ?
I was just watching a video of a french grandma sharing her roasted chicken recipe (it's almost the same as my grandpa's so it made me smile cause I know it's good) and almost everyone in the comments was awful. Lot of people calling it unseasoned (it wasn't) and disgusting and lot of people getting defensive about it and therefore insulting other countries cuisine.
Like first of all why are people judging other culture's cooking, the philosophies are different, and second of all why do people have the urge to comment on everything ? Why don't they just ignore it ? It makes me a little sad.
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Breaking news. Peer reviewed data for why you need this very gay fae romance that releases tomorrow
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becomethebooks · 7 months
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I'm realizing. You can write whatever you want and someone out there will vibe with it.
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sugarrspice · 1 year
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For a request: possessive Antiaverage. Sorry for the format, anon; I tried to work on this while our power was out and wound up losing both the first draft and the ask. Your format was fine, there's no real official rules here!
warning: off-screen brutality, minor hypnotization at the start.
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He's drifting. That much, he knows. Someone's speaking, distantly, their words a gentle lilt.
Come closer.
Through the comfortable haze, he hums, and takes another step further. He doesn't know them- doesn't think he does, at least, but it doesn't matter, not now. All that matters is this- this peace. Even their words taste sweet, and he wants more.
He steps forward, again. There's a faint impression of teeth, in front of him, rows upon rows, arranged in neat, concentric circles; a gentle coo--
A shrill screech rips through the comfortable silence, and Chase reels back, clapping a hand over his ringing ears, the trance shattered. A shadow hurls itself over his shoulder, and Chase determinedly turns away from the wet sound of something tearing. He doesn't need to lose his dinner, tonight- not that he thinks he had any. Or maybe he did. He kind of- it's a blur, after he'd stepped over the threshold of that restaurant, his date waving him over to their table. They had very, very blue eyes, that much he remembers. A lovely voice- a singer, they'd said, on their profile.
And now he's in a back alley, sans his wallet and fucking keys.
The growling cuts off right as there's one last wet squelch, and Chase stares at his hands. In, and out. Deep breaths, Chase, in for four.
Claws scrape across the concrete; his ears pop, briefly, at the sudden displacement of air. Deep breaths. Out for six. He's not panicking, he's great at just- shoving all of those feelings down for when he's out of the very dark, very sketchy alley.
"I'm beginning to see why you need company," Anti says dryly. Something about the way he's popping his t's; Chase frowns as he darts a sideways look at Anti, abruptly torn out of his spiral. He's not expecting for the fae to be as close as he is, eyes bright and silvered under the waxing moon. His heart, hammering as it is, skips a beat. "Go out for a date, trust the fae-marked to stumble across the first starving siren."
Right. One thing at a time. "A siren," he says, because he's got great priorities, and because if he focuses on starving, then he has to think about the fact that he was probably the dinner and he'd just stopped that thread of panic. And then: "Does that mean you just murdered someone?"
He's not as upset about this as he thought he would be, honestly. It's not- it's not a situation he's thought about often, or- no, actually, that's the shock talking, he thinks. Anti cocks his head- like a bird, Chase thinks, and that's probably the hysteria, talking- and smirks.
"Should check to make sure your meal's not got something bigger swimming around it."
Which. Isn't a no. Nor is it a I won't do it again.
The normal reaction to that is probably something like oh my god, or you can't just kill people.
Chase just stands there, hands jammed into his pockets, turning over the promise burned into those words, and says, apropos of nothing, "you're a little edgy for a knight in shining armor."
Anti, with apparently infinite patience, stares at him, considering this. "Usually," he says, finally, "the knights come to slay the fey folk."
Chase snorts, and starts making his way out of the alley, because it is genuinely making the back of his neck crawl. That, and the proximity of knowing that if he looks behind him, there's going to be a cooling corpse, and- as good as Chase is at compartmentalization, he's not that good. Anti falls into step beside him, and Chase glances sideways; he starts at the sight, the weak yellow fluroescence of the streetlamp above them illuminating the fact that Anti's arms are black with iridescent blood from the elbows down.
"Anti, Jesus fuck," he hisses, and shucks off his jacket, throwing it at the fae. "Put that on before someone arrests you."
"I'll be impressed if they have a precinct competent enough to arrest me," Anti murmurs, looking amused, but he does tug the jacket on. And. Okay.
Chase knows he's got a few screws loose, if the night hadn't already proven that. But- there's a dark sense of pleasure, coiling in his gut. Anti, in his jacket, somehow making the thick fleece seem sharp. Anti, in his jacket, covered in blood, for him.
Quite suddenly, he realizes that Anti's staring back at him, almost expectantly. His eyes don't look so silvered in the night, now. They're pitch-dark, thin rings of pale green around slitted pupils blown wide.
Chase's breath catches in the moment suspended between them; Anti blinks, then, and it shatters. Chase looks away, abruptly, and sucks in a shaky breath.
That's something for the priest, he thinks.
"Wouldn't be too hard," he says instead, "if you're gonna walk around looking like a murder victim."
"Murderer," Anti corrects, and Chase squawks, flapping his hands in his direction.
"Shut up!"
Anti only laughs at him, the bastard. It ratchets the purring thing in his chest tighter, and- not thinking about it. Not thinking about it. Not talking about it. Anti's not asking about why he's not freaking out, he's not thinking about why he's not freaking about, they're fine, this is fine-
He darts one more look at Anti, who's got his arms hidden in the fleece of the jacket, popped the collar to hide the blood streaking across his face as best as he can. He's still walking like he's- like he's hunting something, and Chase has to look away very quickly, at that, before he can start thinking stupid things like I want him to look at me like that or oh, maybe I do have a type.
He knows better than to say thank you.
He also knows that Anti has a weakness for spiced tea, and that there will be fresh cups waiting when Anti looks away. Little things.
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Ide "Bibi" Bibion (+?), Princess of Groves, Patroness of Secrecy, She Who Sees Where Lovers Meet, etc: Archfey and Elder Copper Dragon "my Taragon" Nabukednezzar, Hero of the War of Gods
Two NPC's from the twoshot I recently DM'd! The archfey got the party to steal something from "a dragon" living in her domain who'd hidden something from her, and only after finding what turned out to be a wedding ring did they learn that these two have been together for thousands of years.
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annachum · 9 months
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Some stuff about the 9 Tribes of Alfheim Fashions in general :
. Elves on the Vale :
- Literally dress smth out of LOTR and Legend of Zelda
- Has several Nordic, Celtic, Iberian and Byzantine elements
- Solar and woodland related fashion elements are present
- BURSTS. OF. COLORS
. Sea Elves :
- Literally they all dress in variations of a mix of Nordic and Sea fantasy elements, really
- They go from dressing flowing, sometimes even semi sheer garments, to just wearing a tank top and several pretty accessories ( for merfolk residents of Alfheim )
- SCREAMING OCEAN CORE AESTHETICS, Y'ALL
. Pleasure Elves :
- Dress regularly like it's some masquerade party on the reg
- Colorful masks are VERY POPULAR amongst the pleasures
- Has several inspos from Medieval/Renaissance Italian and Spanish fashions, Byzantine fashions and also Nordic fashions
- Also generally VERY COLORFUL STYLES, and also BOLD MAKEUP IS VERY POPULAR FOR THEM
- Oh and also TEMPORARY DYED HAIR AND HAIR HIGHLIGHTS
. Air Elves :
- Regularly dress like smth akin to the Fast Flying Fairies in Pixie Hollow, and Medieval/Renaissance European tinker related style fashions
- Breezy and practical fashions are generally popular amongst the Air Elves
- Wind related accessories and cloth patterns
- BRAIDS AND WAR PAINTS ON THE REG
. Spice Elves :
- Their style of dress is similar to those of the Nomadic Tribes in Olden North Africa and the Arabian Pennisula, wirh several nods from Ottoman Fashions and Medieval Middle Eastern fashions
- Literally spice, sand and fire related elements in their fashions on the reg
- GOLD ACCESSORIES ARE VERY POPULAR
- Also beautiful tattoos and cool ass makeup
. Ice Elves :
- Their style of dress is similar to those of rhe Sami People, Eskimos, Ancient Nordics and Ancient Slavic peoples
- FUR AND HOODIE CLOAKS ARE POPULAR IN THE ICE ELVES
- GORGEOUS FACE MARKS ANS ALSO EARRINGS
- BRAIDS
. Elves on the North Pole :
- Literally dress in Yuletide related elements in their styles on the reg
- COLORFUL elements, snowflake and candy related accessories
- Their styles has several nods to the Nutcracker costumes, and Christmas Elves one may hear about in Yuletide legends
- COLORFUL hats and masks, and stylish shoes
. Moon Elves :
- Literally dress smth akin to the mystical priests and priestesses in Pre Medieval and Medieval Era Europe
- Flowing robes, Hoodie cloaks, gorgeous face markings, braids all that
- Their styles has several nods to Nordic Volva styles, Ancient Nordic, Ancient Celtic and Ancient Slavic styles
- Veils and Shawls are very popular amongst the Moon Elves too
🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯
. Cat Elves :
- Literally dress in styles akin to the Animal Fairies in Pixie Hollow and also mountainous nomadic peoples in Nordic, South Asian, Slavic, Balkan and Middle Eastern peoples on the reg
- Their styles has several nods to the mountain nomadic peoples in the Nordic mountainous, Himalayas, Persian Mountains, and Balkan mountain regions
- Fur, boots and leather are popular amongst the cat Elves
- Braids ( YES THE LIGHT FAE IN THE NINE REALMS LOVE THEM THEIR BRAIDS ), paint markings and mountain nomadic related accessories
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strwbi-laces · 9 months
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hi my wife 🤭 how’s ur day/night going?? how’ve ur been??
hellooooo <333
it is day and so far its been boring af -_- BUT i am goin on a big long walk later so there is something to spice it up at least
how ruuuuu
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laplacesdevil · 1 year
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Sequel to this post! Substitute Teacher + Susan are on better terms w/ each other
Also the aftermath:
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sithprincex · 5 months
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i am sad to announce no one has made a good Fae Farms playlist yet and i'm too depressed to do it myself
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cataatr · 11 months
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Reseña Una Corte de Llamas Plateadas de Sarah J. Maas
Sinopsis Desde que fue forzada a meterse en el Caldero y se convirtió en alta fae en contra de su voluntad, Nesta Archeron lucha por encontrar su propio lugar dentro del extraño y letal mundo en el que habita. A su temperamento irascible se suma la dificultad para superar los horrores de la guerra con Hybern y todo lo que perdió en ella. Mientras que Cassian, miembro de la Corte Noche de…
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verdantvulpus · 1 year
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My TTWBAD Halloween Party Costume Pick Pics and the Original Costumes they’re based on!
Oct. 25, Sexy Pumpkin Tangle
I chose this costume for Tangle figuring his tail could look like a pumpkin vine, but then I just really fell in love with this for Tangle because not only is it sexy AND adorable (which has Tangle written all over it) but it looks so comfy! 
I’d love some more comfort for poor stressed out Tangle, so I drew him in it…
But then he makes this face! 
What in ‘The Derek Zoolander Center for Children Who Can't Read Good and Wanna Learn to Do Other Stuff Good Too’ is this face, Tangle?! Why are you pouting at a fun Halloween party which is most certainly, while not previously overtly stated, is nevertheless, also an orgy? 
I’d say that he’s giving this look in answer to Thorn’s previous bit of playful harassment, but truthfully, Tangle is very used to that and wouldn’t even notice. 
Wait. Is he…. Is he jealous of someone?
Whatever is making the moss-coloured bard frown will soon be forgotten no doubt. Tangle doesn’t hold grudges and there’s far too much excitement going on for his mood to be cast low for long.
This piece is available in high res to Patrons but will be made public next month on my Patreon.
Regular res versions are also together on AO3 here. 
Here’s a song to offer some vindication for my fellow pumpkin spice lovers, forever cursed to be “bAsIc”. Screw you haters. This shit is delicious!
Pumpkin Spice Everything by LVCRFT
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apricotheart · 1 year
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do i reblog a nsfw meme or do i spray anzu with water, the eternal struggle.
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sugarrspice · 1 year
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HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE "I like you just the way you are" Antiaverage plssssssssss 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
((Someone's having the time of their life, haha! You're lucky; this inspired me for some late game fae au.))
These days are rarer by the year. But there are days when Anti snaps and balks against the sweet familiarity of their routine, when Chase winces against the ringing in his ears, and still, still, still curls around him, fearless as he always is.
Fearless, fearless Chase, steady as their north star, not the brightest but their constant, who never flinches from Marvin's strange tempers or when Jackie spaces, staring at the walls for flames that don't exist, or when Anti bares teeth too sharp for this sweet mortal face.
"Sweet, mortal Chase," he croons in Chase's ear, one night, eyes too dark and smile too wide; Chase only nestles his chin on Anti's shoulder. "Are you happy like this? A household of misfits, who will never give you the peace and routine of a human family?"
Chase only hums, and shuts his eyes, calm, trusting, trusting, even with a wolf's teeth in the other room and the too-hot too-bright temper of a witch, of a fae's heart beating under his fingertips. Trusting, fearless, foolish.
"It's not the same. That's fine by me. You're mine, and you'd be mine even if you all were- kelpies or demons or brownies. But I like you just the way you are, and if anybody tries to make me give you up- even you, we're gonna have problems."
There's a promise in those words, darker than he thought sweet-human-star steady Chase was capable of, but--
Not every human would grasp their fae-mark with both hands, would open his doors to not just a fae, but a witch, a vampire, a wolf-touched, and make it a home. Not every human has the teeth and spine to keep it a home.
Something oily and knotted eases in his chest, and his false-breath comes easier, burying his face in Chase's hair. Coffee, right and sharp, fills his senses, the iron chill of the night air, the warm beat of his heart. His, theirs. Chase cups the back of his head, and holds him like something precious, and he allows it, closing his eyes.
"Charmer," he murmurs, and Chase hums with laughter, bright sparks of noise behind the darkness of his eyelids.
"Only for you." Only for you, only for you. Anti is not a good man- is not even a man, and so he is allowed to grasp onto that promise with both hands, greedy and wanting, and tuck it close to his false-heart that beats in time for his fae-marked.
Only for you.
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