#fae; sulky.

[sqvishii]

My personal headcanon is that the way Fae asks for their lover's hand in marriage is by weaving them a flower ring and proposing to them, they either cast a spell to not wilt or to change the flower ring regularly

So imagine the shock when you jokingly proposing to any of the diansomia boys with a flower ring

(This applies to qny of them, but i had silver in mind)

(Also just dumping my tjoughts here)

THIS IS SO CUTE I ☹☹

fuck ir this is so cutr im doing all of them

♡

• sebek zigvolt

both of you were walking in the garden, while he was talking about how great malleus is, you busied yourself with a flower ring

it was a bit simple to make, you wondered if your half fae boyfriend would like your little creation

while he was still talking, you went in front of him and presented him the ring, making him stop for a moment.

his reaction was priceless, just a blank stare with blown eyes once he realized what it was LMAOOO 😭

"HUMAN! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, PROPOSING TO ME WHILE WE ARE STILL SCHOOLING?!"

"sebek what."

turns out you didn't know a thing about fae stuff and all that, he calmed down and accepted the ring

.. silver saw him staring at the wall blankly with tears running down his eyes before looking out the window, revealing you messing around with ace

he was a bit sulky once he found out you didn't know a thing about fae culture and actually thought you were proposing 😭🙏

keeps the ring on, you can see his flustered face whenever he walks around and lilia is teasing him about it

♡

• silver vanrouge

as usual, silver was asleep in the garden. typical

while bored out of your mind, you decided to make a flower ring for your sleepy boyfriend so you can surprise it with him once he wakes up.

with your fingers delicately working on the flower and stickig it onto the ring, you felt silver wrapping his arms around you

his head resting on your shoulders as he asked what you were doing while he was still half asleep, his eyes widened a bit once seeing the object in your hands as you showed it to him.

"[name], are you sure you want to marry me? im not an ideal husband, but i can try to provide and such. if we were to have kids then-"

"silver wtf are you on about."

oh. yeah, you didn't know anything about fae customs.

he was taught about fae culture from lilia lolz, he embarrassingly hid his face from you as you put the ring on his gloved hand.

he wears it daily and often asks lilia to cast a spell on it whenever he sees it withering.

♡

• lilia vanrouge

while you were out somewhere, probably at sams shop, you saw a pretty looking flower ring.

thinking of lilia and how he would rather enjoy the small gift you bought for him, you purchased the said items alongside a few more.

walking back to the campus, you could only be fnaf jumpscared by lilia who popped up in front of you, upside down, like a bat.

recovering from your surprise, you quickly boop him on his nose, makig him laugh before standing up like an actual human being.

sitting down on the ground, you showed him everything you purchased. from antiques to books.

once you showed him the flower ring, his smile turned into a straight line as he stared at you.

it wouldn't be long until he smiled sadly, knowing you didn't know a thing that you just did.

"are you trying to propose? haha, in fae culture, we usually propose through flower rings."

"oh.. then, consider this as my promise to marry you!"

.. just like meleanor.

he could only laugh as he puts it on, did the shine in his eyes get larger?

he wears it wherever he goes, he hopes the day of your actual proposal is soon.

♡

• malleus draconia

you were staying in your dorm before you heard the knock, like, the knock. your boyfriend is here to take you out on a nightly stroll!!

grabbing your jacket, knowing it's a rather chilly night, you noticed the flower ring your made yesterday for him. bringing it with you, you opened the doors and saw him patiently waiting.

holding your hand in his, the moon shining its light down on the pavement the both of you stepped on, the both of you either talked or kept on walking in comfortable silence.

the next moment you brought on a new topic, you pulled out the ring, making him stop taking a few steps forward as he stood there in shock.

it wouldnt be long until fireflies decorated the area near you two, giving it a melodramatic scene as you stood there, utterly confused.

"i accept, man of child."

"malleus what do you mean 😦"

turns out you knew nothing, not even a shred of fae culture.

the fireflies would be gone and it would start raining LMAOOO

he thought you were serious, well, you were; about the whole ring thing, but he didn't think that,,,, ☹

very well then, he shall be content with the trinkets he has now.

having the ring on him, he gets all giddy now whenever he looks at it and never takes it off.

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[honey-milk-depresso]

Alright so I really like your writing and I was wondering if I could request smt ?? Can I request some fluff With Malleus , Floyd and Azul from Twisted Wonderland with a (S/O) who is more on the chubby side and gets easily flustered about it .

Hey, so I've been really busy with schoolwork recently and so I'm not around on Tumblr so often anymore. Sorry for any troubles!

**TW: Mentions of the chest- cuz- titty soft and warm let's be real (not explicit), A bit of insecurity (but trust me your loved, by me also <3)

TWST Chubby s/o who gets easily flustered about it

Azul Ashengrotto

He has the same experience when he was younger: he was a chubby octopus when he was much younger, Azul was a lot shyer about it. Maybe because he was insecure? He can't remember, but he does feel some sympathy towards you.

Azul adores you, and he thinks you're just, well, cute. Body type doesn't really matter to him, so long as he knows you're taking care of your health is already the best.

Your darling octopus loves to just bury his face into your stomach or chest, and just sigh in satisfaction. You just provide him a warm and soft comfort after a long day, and the security and love he needs.

He hides his amusement whenever he does this, you're blushing and stuttering never cease to be endearing to him.

If you're ever insecure about being chubby, he's always there for you, and he feels disheartened to hear you feel such about your body when he feels you're beautiful, adorable and just... perfect.

"My dear pearl... I love you for who you are, and you're perfect the way you are." <3

Floyd Leech

For Floyd, he feels like he's hit jackpot. Aren't you the most adorable shrimpy there is~

Floyd loves your body; it's soft to lay his head on and you're his personal warm cuddly shrimp he wants to affectionately hug all the time when he's tired, in a bad mood or just out of randomness because he loves that feeling.

Personally for Floyd, he loves that you're chubby. It makes you adorable to him and he loves that you're very easy to fluster whenever he lies on your chest.

He loves squishing and pinching your cheeks lightly since they're just so soft. Sometimes he lightly pinches your stomach from behind to surprise you and no matter how many times you whine about it, he'll do it anyways (unless you really don't like it).

Floyd doesn't get it whenever you feel insecure about your body. Not that he's indifferent, but to him, he thought that your chubbiness should be something you're proud of. He loves it, so why don't you?

"Shrimpy, I think you're alright, so don't be so sulky about it. You're the cutest shrimpy no matter what hehe~" <3 and he cuddles you more-

Malleus Draconia

He finds you rather charming, a loveable child of man. Like Azul, Malleus doesn't care what type of body you have. So long as you're taking care of yourself, he's happy.

Besides, he finds your chubbiness adorable. Malleus, like the two other Octavinelle boys mentioned, likes to lay his head on your chest. All for the same reason: titty warm and soft because he feels secure and peaceful this way.

The dragon fae smiles fondly whenever he surprises you by randomly lying on your chest, his horns in a way encages your neck closer to him. He finds it endearing when you blush. It makes you even more cute than you already are~

He doesn't understand when you feel insecure about your body. He frowns with a pout after hearing about how you feel that people judge you for it, or that you wish you were thinner. Malleus already loves you for who you are, and he doesn't care what you look like. You're his source of happiness and he could never imagine life without you.

Besides, he thinks your chubbiness is the highlight about you. He loves it. Seriously.

"Child of man, your appearance is only a mere fraction of what truly makes you beautiful. Lilia told me before that true beauty lies in the heart, and I've come to understand it when I met you. Your "chubbiness" is something I love about you, don't you know? Regardless, you're the most beautiful person in the land, Child of man." <3

Reblogs help! ^^

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[wildlyglittering]

What would you write for "Hello, General"?

So I asked for people to give me a made up title and I would reply with what I would write for Nessian.

Please read below!

Hello, General

This would be a very brief one shot (not that I write brief) told from Cassian’s POV and set in Prythian as we know it.

There is a war – as par for the course at this point – and Rhys has sent the Inner Circle and associated assortment of fae on various missions. Some are diplomatic (Mor, Nesta, Elain), others are information gathering (Amren, Azriel, Feyre), and Cassian is sent to do what he does best – lead the now conjoined armies of the Illyrian camps.

It’s been a long winter and Cassian is exhausted. He’s been making strategic plans, drafting reinforcements, and training and re-training those under his command. It’s been months since he’s felt like he’s even a functioning individual as his days move from frost bitten, cold, hard grounds into blizzard filled, cold, hard nights with only a fire to keep him warm.

He’s in contact with his friends and allies, parchments being sent here, there, and everywhere and Rhys has visited at the camp a few times to oversee progress and provide Cassian with some company.

The company Cassian longs for the most however is Nesta’s and their communication has gotten more infrequent and less detailed the longer the war has gone on.

Both are clearly busy and tired and what were once pages upon pages of each other’s days, conversations they had with others, gossip about their frenemies, and scandalously comprehensive reams of erotic depictions of their bedroom activities has now turned into paragraphs or just sentences to re-affirm to the other that yes, they are still alive, and that they love and miss the other.

After a recent and gruelling week of training including Cassian dealing with some obnoxious upstarts who are furious that female Illyrians have a place amongst the males, Cassian enters his tent to find a piece of parchment on the table.

His hopes are high but finds that the parchment is one of his sent to Nesta a week before and the new word scribed on the front merely says ‘undelivered.’

Cassian panics, thinking that Nesta has been kidnapped or worse. Without sending any messages ahead, he flies non-stop to the House of Wind to find out directly from Rhys what is happening, ready to pay any price that is requested.

When he arrives Rhys states that to his knowledge Nesta is well, having sent Feyre a message that very morning.

Cassian is now confused and slightly sulky – why is Nesta sending Feyre’s messages but his are coming back undelivered? He flies back to the camps, his brain over analysing every previous message he has sent, wondering if he has offended Nesta. He also thinks if there is anything he missed – did Nesta tell him she was going to another Court or to the continent?

He arrives back at the camp, barking out demands for others to step up in his absence as he now prepares himself to fly over the world to find Nesta. Cassian steps into his tent and there, seated at the table with her travel items already unpacked and ready to stay for what looks like a while is Nesta.

She smiles at him as he rushes over and greets him with, “Hello, General.”

#nessian #nesta #nesta archeron #nesta and cassian #nessian fanfiction #cassian #nesta x cassian #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acosf #I wrote something #what I would write

[absentia-if]

Ooo curious about the Moon’s Sun and Faeted (really hope I spelt that right lol) 👀🤍

The Moon's Sun.

As for Faeted?

It's loosely based around the show Lost Girl. Wherein the MC is a incubus/succubus that's been on the run ever since they killed their high-school SO (having no idea they were Fae until they matured into it). Of course, you can only spend so much time running before your past catches up with you. Or the world of the Fae, rather.

Pulled into a hidden world within the mortal realm, the MC has to come to terms with who and what they are. Will you stick to the human roots that raised you? Or will you shift into the alluring world of the Fae? A mixture of both?

Nothing could be complete without a murder, of course. Especially when it's a murder that has all the hallmarks of a Sex Fae. Will you be able to find the culprit?

ROs range from a Human Doctor to a sulky Wolf-Shifter to a bubbly Fairy.

#absentia #faeted #kalorphic #asks #ask #wip

[wuxiaphoenix]

Worldbuilding: Fangs a Lot

Okay, who’s the wiseacre who decided the magic would all work by specific loopholes in the laws of physics and all monsters would have at least a shaky basis in real-life biology?

...Oh, right, that would be me.

If you want your characters to have a useable magic system instead of deus ex machina, you need to decide on its rules. So I did. Which makes some monsters unexpectedly more tricky to pull off than I thought. Particularly vampires. Classic vampires, after all, are at least minor shapeshifters given the claws and fangs. (Major if you’re going for bat, wolf, and mist. I’m not.)

Claws are doable. I’ve figured them out before. You just need to fiddle with 1) nail material, 2) nail anchorage, and 3) a little magical deflection of forces away from the vampire’s own muscle and bone never hurts. All of these work within my existing limitations.

Vampire fangs, however, especially the ones that look like normal teeth unless they’re really ticked off... are not so plausible.

You’d think some bemused horror or fantasy fan would have come up with a speculative biology, complete with anatomical drawings, in the style of the Draconomicon. From my research? Not so much.

The problem, of course, is what does your vampire use the fangs for?

A lot of people seem to think vampires inject their prey with substances. Indeed, that is what retractable fangs in nature are generally for. A quick bite, hypodermic-style, and then release, before the still-struggling prey can tear the predator’s muscles or break their hollow teeth.

Bloodletting teeth, in contrast, tend to be first, razor-sharp, and second, firmly fixed in the jaw. No retraction possible.

As you can imagine, my fantasy bunnies were much frustrated by this. I’m trying to mollify them by proposing a different story setting where they can have shapeshifting magic galore. In this one?

...In this one I have to go with what I know vampires do, and what’s possible in this magic system. I’m working from a basis of the mythical upir.

The upir is a predator. It has sharp teeth. Glowing “wolf-like” eyes. Supernatural strength enough to tear its prey to shreds.

(It could also kill with its breath or shrieks, but eh, not so much fun, those.)

Lulling victims or making them pliable with a venom is nowhere in the list of characteristics. Therefore, retractable teeth? Not needed. Possibly not even wanted.

Now, what the upir can do is mind tricks - making victims suffocate, or sleepwalk. Extend that into the classic “messing with people’s minds/hypnotic glamor” of vampires, the most logical solution is that vampires have fangs... but most of the time people don’t see them.

This has the advantage that I can repurpose the same trick to work for a lot of youkai/yogoe/yaoguai. Plenty of “shapeshifting” can just be “dropping the glamor” - which fits a lot of folktales!

(I really do have a setting for the sulky bunnies - Cinderfella and Lady Crow-Goblin. Just in the messing-around stage, that one, but in that setting magic is fae, and while it does work by rules they are not physics. So retractable fangs by shapeshifting is fine.)

So. In Colors of Another Sky vampires are going to be detectable, if you keep your wits about you. Or if you’re a dentist....

#creative writing #worldbuilding #colors of another sky #vampires #fangs #vampire fangs

[saiharacryharasj]

What if Sarah and the TWST first years got lost in the forest near NRC?

Right out the gate, they all panicked a little. But ultimately, they didn't really care.

What do you expect from people who barely share two braincells?

Ace: I should've just let you guys look for Grim by yourselves.

Deuce: You're the one who sent him this way!

Ace: I didn't know he'd actually believe me!

Epel: Uh, it's getting dark ahead.

Sebek: Hmph maybe this is a problem for you humans, but I'll have you know us fae can see very well in the dark.

Jack: Right...

Yuu: Oh sticks! Hey Sarah, do you think you can light these for us?

Sarah: *Grumbling*

Yuu: Sarah?

Sarah: Huh? Oh yeah, sure...

Yuu: Kay, cool, now we can- uh wait a second

Sarah:

Everyone: DON'T EXPLODE THEM!!!

*BOOM*

(Note to self, don't ask a sulky arsonist to light anything)

#oc artwork #twst #twst scenarios #ace trappola #deuce spade #epel felmier #sebek zigvolt #jack howl #twst yuu

[7fragment]

Future Sight

Everyone has moments that change their whole life. Watersheds. You usually can’t see them until they’re gone and you realize there’s no way back to where you were before. Full tilt on a free-fall to the fate waiting below the fog. Being prescient can help with that a bit. Not that dreams and gut-feelings were incredibly useful most times. But when I had a dream about a purple-eyed woman wielding an honest to God sword, well, I wasn’t going to pass up the chance to see that.

In typical human fashion, I didn’t realize my curiosity might really get me killed this time until it was far too late. The McDonald’s smelled like grease and coffee. I was in line between a mountain of a man who probably weighed three-hundred pounds, none of it muscle, and a middle-aged woman toting around a sulky pre-teen girl and her little brother, who was clutching a green frog backpack like it was made of gold. The fat man rolled up to the counter to order and I realized I was next. I tried to think back to the dream I’d had the night before, but that particular piece of it was too blurry. Sometimes that meant it wasn’t important, other times it just meant my vision had crapped out.

I ordered fries and a milkshake, chocolate, and went to sit at the second table back by the window. That part I remembered. I had that certain sense of familiarity when i set my food down,confirming my hazy memories. I sat with my back to the window, even though I really wanted to watch and see the purple-eyed woman who should be coming in soon walk up. She was the reason I’d come out here, I didn’t usually eat McDonald’s, even though they had really good fries.

The longer I waited, the more complicated a knot my stomach made. I couldn’t tell if the feeling was a premonition or just me being nervous. It wasn’t every day a possible Fey wanted to talk to me, psychic or not. I did kind of wish I’d brought my knife. I carried silver, because there was a lot of other greebly shit out there that would like to take a bite out of me and almost all of it didn’t like silver, but Fae weren’t bothered by it. A normal steel knife would make them think twice though—it was too close to iron to be comfortable. I was probably— hopefully— just being paranoid. Usually if I had a dream about something truly dangerous I had an idea of it. Feelings stuck better than more concrete things in my dreams, and the taste of terror especially almost always lingered like the bite of too much spice.

An older man holding an umbrella like a cane walked in, looking way too upscale for McDonald’s with his dark suit and styled hair. He glanced at me, and we made eye contact for half a second. I felt the very familiar tug of my dream and looked back towards the door. Sure enough, the purple-eyed woman walked in. I swallowed back nerves and a few butterflies. The eyes had been the only thing I clearly remembered from the dream, but there was no discordant jang of wrong in the leather jacket that hugged her curves, or the flat dyed-black hair tumbling out from under a leather cap. With all the black her milky skin looked deathly pale, and those purple eyes stood out like living gemstones. She looked at me as if she knew I was watching her, waiting for her, walked right over and sat down. This had gone beyond the scope of my dream, but at least now I didn’t have to worry about finding a way to approach her.

“You seem more normal than I expected.” The purple-eyed woman said.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I replied, my curiosity dented by irritation.

“Normally when I have a dream about someone they’re not so obviously human.” The woman said, reaching across the table and taking one of my remaining French fries.

I pulled the red carton away,“Only friends get to steal my food.” I said, closing my mouth before I could add that being all mysterious and sexy didn’t count. The woman shrugged, a cocksure grin on her face. She leaned back in the cheap metal chair, lounging like it was a lay-z-boy.

“So, isn’t this the part where you try to threaten me or something?” She said, raising an eyebrow.

“Does that sort of thing happen a lot?”

“That’s usually how it goes when I have a Dream.” The woman said, her eyes darkening a little as she leaned forward. “Why should you be any different?”

“Funny, I came here because of a Dream too.” I said it with the same implied capital D she did,although I didn’t usually think of them like that. I had them too often to put that level of significance on it. Usually it was stupid, little stuff, like a scrap of a normal day. So maybe last night could have been a Dream.

“What do you mean?” “I had a dream about this.” I waved my hand. “Well, up to the point where you sat down.”

“Really?” The woman reached over and took another french fry. “Now that is interesting.” She looked at me for a long few seconds. It felt like she was seeing something more than just me, but I couldn’t pin down what. “Was there anything else?”

“Uh,” I hesitated, not particularly comfortable talking about the second part of my dream in public. Especially not with the perpetrator. “Well, you had this big-ass sword and were…fighting…something. Somewhere else, I think.”

“Obviously.” The woman smirked, “I didn’t bring my sword today.”

“What else did you see?” I asked, curious.

“Nothing much.” The woman said with a shrug. She took another fry and I gave up, pushing what was left of the carton to the other side of the small table. “Oh, I did give you this.” She half stood up to reach into her jeans pocket, working to get something out. It had to be small, her jeans had been tight, showing off a dancer’s or athlete’s legs. I held out my hand, and she dropped a very old looking coin into my palm. I turned it over. It looked like dingy copper. There were odd symbols on both sides, different ones on each.

“What is it?”

“Heck if I know.” The woman said. “I found it ages ago and for some reason hung onto it until now. Apparently to give it to you.”

“Huh.” I examined the coin closer, but couldn’t make out anything significant.

“Well,” The woman stood up, “I’ll probably see you again, if you know about my sword.” She waved and walked out. Screw that. I hadn’t even gotten a name. I stood up to follow her.

“Really? That’s it?” I demanded as we left the restaurant. “Just give me this stupid thing and leave?”

“Sounds about right.” The woman said. When she glanced back at me, her eyes were cold.“What were you expecting?”

“I dunno, a name at least.” I’d had this woman in my head all day, and I didn’t think that was going to change now.

“Most people call me Eve.” She said. It fit, in a biblical sort of way. I could definitely see this woman playing as seductress.

“I’m Alex.” I said, desperately trying to think of a way to keep the conversation going. It was kind of hard to concentrate on something so practical when Eve was looking at me like she wanted to eat me. Knowing some of the things out there, that might be literal. Somehow it was still hot. Scary, but hot. She cocked her hip, a slow smile curling her lips.

“Well, Alex, if you’re so interested, you might want to brush up on your combat skills.”

“I prefer to think of them as saving my ass skills, and they’ve kept me in one piece so far.” I said,trying not to be insulted that she assumed I was helpless. Most people these days were, especially against more than mundane threats.

“Oh?”

“If you want my life story you’re going to have to buy me dinner or something first.” I said,surprised it came out without any stammering. I didn’t have a whole lot of practice asking people out. Usually I was the one being asked out.

“I can work with that.” Eve said, producing a sharpie from somewhere. I didn’t see her reach for a pocket at all. Maybe she’d had it up her sleeve. Or maybe making things appear was another of her abilities. She stepped towards me, just a breath of air between us, and grabbed my hand. She smelled like a dark forest at night with a touch of frost. She scribbled her phone number on my palm, at least I assumed it was her phone number. “Call me later and we can set something up.”

“Sure.” I said, over the pop of the sharpie cap. Eve’s hand lingered on mine, sparking my imagination in all kinds of wild directions.

“Don’t lose that.” Eve winked, her fingers sliding through mine as she stepped back. Then, just as quickly as she had come, she was gone. And me too busy looking at my hand to catch a glimpse of her retreat.

#my writing #story drabbles #sorry if the formatting is weird--tumblr and google docs are not friends #I had to dust off my years old HTML to get this into anything resembling order #anyway idk if i'll do anything else with this #i'm just trying to get more comfy with putting my stuff out there #and thought it would be easier with something small that I'm not super emotionally invested in #so here an odd take on soulmates or fated pairs--bitches who Dream

[twillroses]

as a general rule, I feel like modern depictions of fairies aren't petty enough.

Like, absolutely have your fae court intrigue plot, but it would also be objectively funny if they went around and did the shit they did in folklore on top of that. Your fey prince makes a hobby of grinding flour and gets sulky when the humans try to pay him for it, the faery queen misdirects human travellers, not for any malicious purposes, but for shits and giggles. let faeries be petty and mischievous!

#fairies #fey #fae #folklore #folklore fairies do the weirdest shit and people dont capitalise on it enough

[cloudbattrolls]

being an undead fae does not stop someone from being a giant sulky baby that someone else is more famous and influential than they are

[nunezhollis4]

Marvellousnovel SPELLBOUNDblog - Chapter 329 - Another tendency team recommend-p3

Lovelynovel - Chapter 329 - Another disastrous ready read-p3 Novel-SPELLBOUND-SPELLBOUND Chapter 329 - Another clip sophisticated "Now let's go. We cannot hold up any more." Samuel claimed and also the guys begun to transfer ahead into the dark tunnel that may direct them away from Crescia. Novel ___ Luc blinked. His lighthearted experience which was still pleased about sleep a little while ago was now darkened right into a frown. What he listened to was definitely not so good news! The princess was still stuck behind the shield! "Understanding him. He must be thinking about that." Zolan sighed like an aged gentleman before moving one particular fretting hand and kneading his temples. "But we cannot do anything whatsoever regarding this now. We are able to only believe that this princess will find a way to break the shield on her own. Right now, let's aim ourselves in aiding him." Nonetheless, Zolan silently considered that the prince might have been overreacting by maintaining Evie secured associated with two barriers. This may only result in a lot more issues ultimately. The prince should trust during the princess as well as in her capabilities. Once the vampires stepped out of the dim tunnel, Leon halted and searched again. "I presumed we just crossed yet another hurdle, right?" He reported and Samuel only nodded. Functioning and jumping forward at their most effective velocity, the top notch vampires then came outside Kirzan in only slightly under one hour. They might already understand the area was nearly purged. Only small children and women ended up still left. "What? There is certainly a different buffer here?" Levy exclaimed. "This implies our princess will almost certainly get higher against two obstacles? It is already seemingly impossible for her to destroy that initially one! Isn't the prince simply being far too much together with his defense system?" Levy said with a lot indignance. Zolan only photo him a very sharp and alert glare that subdued Levy towards a sulky pout. the gorgon's head tale of two cities The second the vampires surfaced on the reverse side in the obstacle, they immediately searched Luc as they failed to see him expecting them outside of the buffer. Although these people were not extremely frightened that some thing undesirable might afflict him, they were still anxious enough and wondered where he visited. On their amaze, just after jogging some methods off, they uncovered the guy sleeping alongside Onyx who was still protecting the gates moving into Crescia. "Oh, you folks finally received out! I became frightened we was the only person who could go across it." Luc reported as he yawned loudly and extended out lazily. "Ah, which has been an effective sleeping. But wait… where's the princess?" Luc was exploring and realised which the princess had not been among his comrades. Food in War Time The guys persisted on, using the prince's army's trails until they found the first battleground based outside of the city of Gezt. Plenty of of gone members of the military were definitely dispersed about for the blood stream-soaked surface, artwork the meadow a dark scarlet through an iron fragrance hanging heavily from the oxygen. There were clearly girls and other vampires coming from the area who became available to bury the systems. "Man…" Levy complained. "We had been so concerned with the man, and listed here he was asleep away so pleasantly?" Levy kicked Luc's ft . and the mankind awakened using a hop. "Exactly what a lazy bum!" Levy snickered mischievously while he muttered under his inhalation. "Don't be worried about the sunshine faes. They'll be capable of survive without foodstuff for days. And That I don't consider this war might last that lengthy. The prince doesn't must overcome every empire within the kingdom, and that i don't assume he's intending to achieve that anyhow. Figuring out him now, I don't think he will have the patience to achieve that. He just would need to eliminate the primary adversary. And that's why his prepare ended up being to go instantly to the cash – to come to where it is important by far the most. Our prince utilizes both his capabilities and his awesome learning ability to fight." Zolan described with satisfaction colouring his voice. The gentlemen were definitely all proud too, recognizing their prince with his fantastic outstanding war practices. He will not fight a dropping combat. "Now let's go. We cannot delay ever again." Samuel explained and also the males started to relocate ahead towards dark tunnel that might steer them from Crescia. Section 329 - Another SPELLBOUND Section 329 - Yet another When Zolan passed on via the large and dimly lit dragon, he paused and looked into its intelligent amber view which had a well-defined and reasonable lightweight inside. "I am undecided provided you can fully grasp my language in any way but… your master, the princess, is trapped in." Zolan stared in to the dragon's eyes because he declared that. He was expecting the original dragon could fully understand him as well as try to find the princess out from her predicament. When Onyx did not even shift or blink and merely stayed crouching on the ground, Zolan sighed in dissatisfaction. Soon after establishing the dragon had not been about to respond, he also, ultimately kept as Onyx's substantial eyes watched them disappear in the dim tunnel before his eyeballs twinkled that has a unique gentle. a history of science in world cultures "What? There exists a different boundary on this page?" Levy exclaimed. "This means our princess will almost certainly climb against two boundaries? It truly is already seemingly out of the question on her behalf to kick that very first 1! Isn't the prince simply being a lot in reference to his protection system?" Levy explained with very much indignance. Zolan only picture him a distinct and cautioning glare that subdued Levy right into a sulky pout. "Man…" Levy complained. "We were so concerned with the guy, and here he was sleep away so comfortably?" Levy kicked Luc's foot as well as the male woke up using a jump. "Such a idle bum!" Levy snickered mischievously as he muttered under his breath. The men continued on, pursuing the prince's army's paths until they found the 1st battlefield located outside of the city of Gezt. Numerous of departed troopers had been spread out about on the bloodstream-drenched soil, piece of art the meadow a darker scarlet using an metal scent holding heavily inside the fresh air. There have been girls and other vampires out of the area who arrived to bury the body. The gents carried on on, following prince's army's trails until they found the 1st battlefield situated away from town of Gezt. Many of old soldiers were scattered about about the blood flow-soaked surface, piece of art the meadow a darker scarlet by having an steel odor holding heavily within the atmosphere. There have been girls and other vampires in the city who came out to bury the bodies. It had been obviously a one-sided battle as they could hardly view a dead system that is among the troops through the Kirzan army. "What? There may be another boundary in this article?" Levy exclaimed. "This means our princess will certainly increase against two obstacles? It is already seemingly unattainable on her behalf to destroy that first an individual! Isn't the prince being a lot of regarding his coverage program?" Levy reported with a lot indignance. Zolan only golf shot him a razor-sharp and alert glare that subdued Levy to a sulky pout. "Knowing him. He must be thinking about that." Zolan sighed just like an ancient man before picking up just one fretting hand and massaging his temples. "But we cannot do anything whatsoever about it now. We will only expect the princess will try to break up the buffer in her own. For the present time, let's target ourselves in aiding him." Even so, Zolan silently thought that the prince may have been overreacting by keeping Evie locked associated with two barriers. This would only result in additional concerns in the long term. The prince should rely on within the princess and also in her abilities. "Realizing him. He must be thinking about that." Zolan sighed as an aged gentleman before lifting one particular hands and rubbing his temples. "But we cannot do just about anything in regards to this now. We can easily only desire which the princess will find a way to bust the buffer in her possess. For the present time, let's target ourselves in aiding him." Nevertheless, Zolan silently thought that the prince might have been overreacting by maintaining Evie locked right behind two obstacles. This would only bring about additional concerns eventually. The prince should rely on within the princess and then in her powers. "What? You can find an additional hurdle below?" Levy exclaimed. "Meaning our princess will almost certainly climb against two barriers? It truly is already seemingly impossible for her to kick that primary an individual! Isn't the prince being excessive regarding his defense plan?" Levy reported with much indignance. Zolan only photo him a sharp and cautioning glare that subdued Levy right into a sulky pout. "What if he shuns us whenever we turn up before him to combat alongside him?" Reed questioned thinking some of them had. SPELLBOUND ___ A short silence handed before Zolan spoke. "We vampires are classified as the only kinds who could go across the hurdle. Right after looking at on the pros and cons, we might only make her regarding. The princess also arranged around along with provided us the approval to travel." Novel "What? There exists one other boundary below?" Levy exclaimed. "Meaning our princess will get higher against two barriers? It happens to be already seemingly out of the question for her to break that initial 1! Isn't the prince being an excessive amount of regarding his defense strategy?" Levy reported with a lot indignance. Zolan only golf shot him a distinct and caution glare that subdued Levy towards a sulky pout. SPELLBOUND "Figuring out him. He must be considering that." Zolan sighed just like an aged male before moving 1 palm and kneading his temples. "But we cannot do just about anything regarding this now. We are able to only hope the princess will try to split the hurdle in her own. For the time being, let's aim ourselves in aiding him." Even so, Zolan silently considered that the prince could have been overreacting keeping Evie secured right behind two obstacles. This may only cause much more issues in the long term. The prince should rely on from the princess and also in her strengths. "Man…" Levy reported. "We had been so concerned with the guy, and right here he was slumbering away so easily?" Levy kicked Luc's ft . and the man awakened by using a leap. "Just what a very lazy bum!" Levy snickered mischievously when he muttered under his inhale.

#ull #the life or legend of gautama

[little-witchys-garden]

The selkie

SELKIE. SEL·KIE. ALSO SIL·KIE.

NOUN.

A creature or spirit in Scottish and Irish folklore that has the form of a seal but can also assume human form.

They are categorized as water/sea fae and water elementals.

Alternative forms of saying and spelling:  saelkie, selky, seilkie, sejlki, shelky, silkey, silkie, sulky

A typical folk-tale is that of a man who steals a female selkie's skin, finds her naked on the sea shore, and compels her to become his wife. He will hide her skin from her so she'll never leave. Though she is his wife, she will spend her time in captivity longing for the sea, her true home, and will often be seen gazing longingly at the ocean.  

She will tell their children of the sea and dream of the day that her and her children will be free.

Once she discovers her skin, she will immediately return to the sea normally taking whatever children they had with her.

Though that doesn't mean all selkie love stories are that of kidnapping. There are many stories of selkies consentually falling in love with one or mutiple humans. There are even a few stories of selkie turning their human lovers into selkie so they may live in the sea together.

There is theories that selkie folklore comes from:

1. People just thinking seals were magical and kinda looks like humans while peaking their heads out of the water.

2. In older times wives in unhappy or forced marriages { or if their lovers/kids die } would drown themselves in the sea, some think the selkie folklore was a way for families specifically children and the mothers of the dead girls to have some sort of comfort when their daughters commited s×icide. Hoping their daughters or mothers turned into the selkie that would one day return to them or be living on in some way.

Mind you, selkie do not have to be female in fact they can be any gender or identity since the fae are genderfluid beings. There are just a lot of stories of silkie females.

{ seemingly told by wives in unhappy marriages, could have been some projecting going on??? }

#babacore #witch #witchcraft #cottagecore #pagan witch #selkie #sealkin #seals #song of the sea #eclectic pagan #pagan #paganism #fae folk #folklore #mythology #myths #superstitous #superstition #crypidcore

[not-poignant]

If you had to shuffle up aaaaaall your fae tales pairings what would they be! How would the dynamic be! ^^

Oooo this is tough. I mean so many of them wouldn't work. Gwyn, for example, couldn't be paired with any woman character, because he's extremely gay, with zero capacity for attraction/interest in women.

Which is why he's never been paired with women!

There's also the fact that some of these characters have - at least in my mind - been created to not be matched up with some of my pre-existing characters. While I love multi-shipping, and Gwyn is very obviously the fandom bicycle (i.e. he will take a ride with anyone who is a dude), I don't just want to write identical versions of each character or dynamic, which means so many permutations of shuffling just wouldn't work, and aren't intended to work for me. So for the folks out there who enjoy multi-shipping these characters, I'm answering personally, please don't let what I think harsh your wildest fantasies for these characters.

But okay, for the sake of interest's sake I'm going to look at the main pairings:

Gwyn/Augus // Mosk/Eran // Efnisien/Arden // Gulvi/Fenwrel and as a side character let's include Ash as well. I'm excluding Ondine/Julvia, because I don't see them as a main pairing, and because Ondine, like Gwyn, is extremely gay and wouldn't want to sleep with any of our boys, and isn't interested in Gulvi or Fenwrel, lmao. Mosk is also extremely gay. I'm not matching him with any of the women. Likewise, Efnisien has never shown any signs of being genuinely sexually attracted to anyone, so outside of the core pairings, I'm not pairing him with anyone else. Please assume that I'm pretty much always referring to FFS Efnisien with the exception of the Gwyn/Efnisien pairing, lol.

I'm going to do some shuffles re: Gulvi and Fenwrel but not all of them because this post is already very long and I'm tired.

First things first, I have already written some shuffles!

We already have fics for:

Augus/Ash

Gwyn/Ash

Gwyn/Augus/Ash

And we already know that:

Augus/Mosk would work, because that's in The Ice Plague #3. (We can see that the dynamic would probably be soft and careful on Augus' behalf, though he'd still be dominant, and Mosk would still be a sulky, bratty, lazy submissive).

Augus/Eran would NOT work, outside of a mentor/student relationship, which they already have! Eran is too much of a top, and it's been made clear he's already uncomfortable with some of what Augus shows him, even from a non-sexual perspective. We also know that Eran doesn't mind some voyeurism, but he couldn't handle Augus at all on a relationship level. And I think Arden/Eran is the same here, for similar reasons.

So I don't really need to cover these, because they've already got chapters, or whole-ass fics dedicated to them.

Now let's go through what's remaining, and feasible (i.e. I'm not going to bother pairing Gwyn with any of the women characters, because it would just never work).

The shuffles leftover:

Gwyn/Mosk: I don't see this making a great relationship. This is getting two relatively lazy bottoms in the same room. They could maybe work out in some oneshots where Gwyn was mindlessly fucking after a battle (which could potentially lead to Mosk getting seriously hurt with zero aftercare and would almost certainly be a 'just about rapefic'). And they could maybe work out as a couple who realised they had some things in common as friends, before realising they were almost completely incompatible sexually (Gwyn doesn't like rope, Mosk does. Gwyn is actually a big sadist when he does top, and Mosk tends to get damaged by that. Mosk isn't interested in topping ever, Gwyn needs that. And Mosk isn't a sexual sadist, and Gwyn needs that), and going back to just being friends. Verdict: 'That was awkward, can we just stay friends?'

Gwyn/Efnisien: Efnisien is canonically Gwyn's torturer, impotent and asexual, and Gwyn has never felt a shred of attraction to him in his life. We've already seen how they work as a 'couple.' It's terribad. Verdict: Terribad.

Gwyn/Arden: This could work for Gwyn, but I don't think it would work for Arden. Arden's a good enough dominant that he could definitely satisfy Gwyn's needs for the most part (though Gwyn is switchy in SOTS and that wouldn't work for Arden at all, lol). But all we know of Arden is that he's been completely uninterested in romantic relationships until he met Efnisien, and for folks reading the comment responses, we know he's already met Gwyn. So we know Arden had no romantic interest in Gwyn. Verdict: Probably good for play parties and demos, but Arden is more likely to mentor Gwyn than to actually be with him. Sexually they're mooooostly compatible. Though I doubt it'd work out in the long-term, or in any monogamous sense.

Gwyn/Eran: If Eran had more experience behind him as a top, I think this could actually work. I think Eran would need to be on a more level playing field with Gwyn (i.e. if he was younger, or Eran was more experienced), for Eran to consider it, and vice versa. And I think Eran isn't emotionally intelligent enough or perhaps experienced/seasoned enough to actually really lead Gwyn through say - transformative scenes like Augus does. Gwyn would also probably need more pain than Eran is comfortable providing. Verdict: Generally compatible, but both might have to put up with doing more or less than is generally ideal for them.

Augus/Efnisien: HA! Hilarious. Verdict: Someone's getting murdered! (Hint: It's Efnisien)

Augus/Arden: As with Augus/Eran, this would only really work in a mentor/student capacity, but in this case, Arden would likely be the mentor. I don't even think they'd make good friends (and I know that, because Arden and Augus know each other in FFS, and they're not good friends). Verdict: 'Hey thanks for platonically letting me teach you how to whip the ever-loving shit out of your partner, but if you try to dominate me, I'm kicking you out of the club.'

Augus/Fenwrel: Oh yes, Augus is pansexual and attracted to Fenwrel, we can consider this! Fenwrel, like Augus, is a dominant and a top, as well as a healer, and Augus and Fenwrel talked frankly about their chemistry in The Court of Five Thrones. They were attracted to each other. In a sexual relationship, I think Augus would very carefully cede authority to Fenwrel, on the proviso that she respected him and communicated with him clearly. It wouldn't work as a long-term monogamous relationship, but I actually think they could have some very powerful scenes together, with the combination of Augus' wary trust, and Fenwrel's careful but firm domination style. This is the only time I've ever repeatedly daydreamed about Augus getting pegged. It's very enjoyable. Verdict: Probably hot as fuck, with a side order of 'I'm in control, but very lovingly.'

Augus/Gulvi: Nope. Not even. Gulvi's a bottom, but she doesn't consider Augus remotely attractive. And Gulvi is definitely not Augus' type - too crass and chaotic in nature. If she turned up on his doorstep as a client before they met, he'd turn her away. Verdict: Someone's getting stabbed! (Hint: It's Augus).

Mosk/Efnisien: This is like the problem with Mosk and Gwyn, but even worse, because Efnisien doesn't ever switch, and he's not a bratty lazy submissive, he's an extremely eager to please, earnest, focused submissive who would consider Mosk's style of submission as being very rude and even offensive. But outside of that, the idea of imagining them kissing or touching each other is very nice. I actually think Mosk would have to take the lead with that, which means they wouldn't get much further than that. Did I mention Mosk is lazy? I can see this working with Efnisien having more experience at BDSM clubs, and quietly making out with Mosk while Arden and Eran looked on protectively. They couldn't organise having sex or a scene together to save their lives. Verdict: If someone else instigates it, it could happen. Maybe.

Mosk/Arden: This could definitely work in a kink club. But as a relationship, Arden would have zero interest in Mosk's style of submission. He clearly doesn't want a brat, he wants someone who is earnest and eager to be obedient. He'd only ever take Mosk on, if Mosk wanted to be trained into learning protocol, and I think Mosk would feel like he wasn't being very accepted as who he is, which he wouldn't be. About the only way they would work is in like, a non-sexual cuddle pile, lol. Mosk would totally hire Arden to hug him. Verdict: Probably make for some very discipline-focused scenes where Mosk feels a bit lost afterwards and Arden is like 'he's so not my type.'

Mosk/Ash: Ash doesn't do long-term romantic relationships, but this would definitely work. Mosk likes Ash's glamour, and is very open to it, and Ash likes using his glamour. He also likes sexually exhausting his partners and overwhelming them, and this is something that Mosk is drawn to. While there wouldn't be ropes or some of the other aspects of control, Ash is very free re: controlling people with his body and pinning them down. He's not an overt sadist like Augus, but he's still a sadist re: limit-pushing and pleasure-pushing as well as forced orgasms. Everything about that works for Mosk. And I think Ash would very much enjoy fucking someone like Mosk, because he's responsive, emotional, clingy, and pouty, and Ash would find that both hot and adorable. Verdict: Absolutely this would work, as long as Mosk didn't expect it to be long-term. Pure combustion if they ever got in a room together.

Arden/Ash: A whole lot of no. For a start, Ash is turned off by BDSM gear, scenes and toys (he's literally borderline triggered, and absolutely squicked, by the idea of it all even in The Wildness Within), and he's not interested in formal labels like 'dominance' and 'submission.' You'd never find him in a kink club. Likewise, Arden isn't interested in sleeping with anyone who isn't interested in the scene, he doesn't 'do vanilla.' And while Ash isn't vanilla, Arden has no way of knowing that. They're also both Extreme Top Energy. I don't even think they'd enjoy the experience of kissing, without it becoming a play for power. Verdict: Plug A does not go into Plug A.

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Alright! I think we're good!

#asks and answers #fae tales #fae tales verse #fae tales AU #fae tales hypotheticals #gwyn ap nudd #augus each uisge #mosk manytrees #eran iliakambar #gulvi dubna vajat #fenwrel the mouse-maiden #ash glashtyn #multishipping #i think i've realised that mosk/ash is actually a pretty great pairing that i'd never considered before #and that gwyn/eran could be surprisingly good #in an AU scenario

[ask-luluvex]

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an independent art ask blog for Vex the Gloomist and Lulu the Fae Sorceress

//I’ve had many rp blogs in the past, but never one of a canon character (or four!)

I’m really excited for the possibility of sharing my love for these two yordles with you! art by me//

//please consider reblogging if you think other people would enjoy some sulky Vex // 

#rp promo #lol rp #league of legends #my art #vex #lulu #ask-luluvex

[eirasummersart]

Oriol's basic profile:

Name: Oriol Silveira. Gender: Male. Age: ???? Species: Fae. Birthday: December 15th. Zodiac: Sagittarius.

Height: 157cm Eye Color: Steel blue. Hair Color: PaleGoldenrod. Has a pale yellowgreen streak on his right side.

Homeland: Land of Pyroxenne. Dorm: Pomefiore. School Year: 2nd. Occupation: Student. Club: Science club. Best Subject: Alchemy.

Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous. Favorite Food: Fruit salad. Least Favorite Food: Honey glazed ribs. Dislikes: Not having freedom.

Hobby: Tinkering, building stuff. Talents: Flying. Elemental Magic: Wood.

Unique Magic: “Happy thoughts!” - Grants the ability to fly to another person or object. Oriol can decide for how long it’s in effect, but the more it lasts, the more magic it requires. At max it works for an hour. He can apply it to multiple targets at a time, but only for brief periods of time. When in effect, there will be sparkles around the affected person or object. You do not, in fact, have to think happy thoughts for it to work, but he’ll always say that before using it, just to tease people.

Personality: Sweet and adorable. He acts and talks all charming and cute and makes sure his appearance is always on point. But beware of him, in reality, he’s a playful and mischievous guy. He will not hesitate to do things his own way or prank others for his own amusement. If he gets caught, he’d have no remorse and do an “oopsie~ ;)” to get out of the situation. He also never lets go of an offense and will keep a grudge forever.

Oriol is also a really vain and conceited person. He takes great care in making sure his outfit, hair and makeup are always perfect. It’s not unusual to see him taking out the pocket mirror he always carries around and fixing his appearance real quick.

He’ll also try and get the attention of his crush as much as he can. Maybe a bit too obsessively. Will get sad and sulky when his affections aren’t reciprocated, but still keep at it incessantly. At the same time, he’s extremely jealous. If his crush is paying a bit too much attention to someone else, he’d get terribly mad and start pranking that other person heavily. Sometimes in a truly mean manner. He’d stop and go back to sulking if his crush seriously chastises him for it, though (But will show no remorse nor repent).

Contrary to what his outward personality implies, he’s actually a really smart and curious person. He loves to learn how things work and to build things himself. In his spare time and in the club, you’d find him doing some practical experiments and constructing things out of spare pieces to see if he can make them into something practical and functional. He loves to see his creations working as intended and being used by others.

But as smart as he might be, his brain cells shut off all at the same time when he’s in front of his crush or anything related to them.

#twst #twst OC #Twisted Wonderland OC #Twisted Wonderland #OC #OC info #Oriol #Oriol info

[amchara]

Road to Hell (Wait for Me, I’m Coming) Part Two - Kit / Ty Hadestown AU

(Part One)

Ty rubbed his face tiredly, as he stared at another chicken-scratch parchment in the Unseelie Court’s library. He looked up and saw that Dru was fast asleep, gently snoring into her crossed arms, while Anush was dazedly flipping through pages of a huge leatherbound book. Mark had left a while ago, muttering something about getting some food for them but he hadn’t returned yet.

Ty looked down at his research, the collected notes he had written over the last day and a half and suddenly it seemed pitiful, compared to the task ahead. Ty could feel the panic rising, his chest tight and he concentrated on the feel of the rough paper underneath his fingertips. He had to get Kit out of Hell and he was taking notes, like he was back in the Scholomance and this was an assignment, instead of… instead of the most important fucking thing in the world.

He hadn’t told Kit how he felt yet. They had only just re-entered each other’s lives over the past two months and were still doing a wary dance as they relearned each other’s steps after three years apart.

There had been a hesitant scene in the L.A. Institute’s atrium when Kit had strolled in, almost as if he had never left, all sunshine gold hair, eyes the colour of a clear autumn sky, and a husky voice with just the slightest hint of an English accent.

There had been the angry, sparse time when Helen had sent them on a patrol together and they had strode along in miserable silence until Kit had finally stopped him and asked where Livvy was- and Ty had snapped back at him, the wound still raw, that he was trying to make amends for everything he’d done but he’d had to do it alone and he wasn’t ready to talk about it. The fragile moment when Kit’s face had crumpled briefly and he told Ty he was sorry he had left and that Ty had had to do it alone. And the appearance of the Raum demons a minute later, interrupting them- but then the glimpse of how it could be, as Kit had stopped him after the attack and insisted on drawing the iratze on Ty’s forearm, his face a study of concentration as they sat in the car before driving back to the Institute.

There had been fleeting, glorious moments in the training room when they had sparred, the pretence of combat a freeing sensation for Ty, as he felt able to finally touch Kit and the look Kit had given him, his breath an uneven whisper on Ty’s collarbone after he pinned him to the floor, almost helping Ty make his decision. But it hadn’t been enough - and the agonising choice of whether to knock - and still being a coward and walking away, almost too quickly, from Kit’s door.

And then that moment in the clearing. When Kit had done the stupid, honourable Herondale thing and sacrificed himself for the rest of them. Ty didn’t think he’d do the same if the situation was reversed - but then again, he was a Blackthorn.

From far away, he could hear a tearing, ripping sound and he came back to himself, noting the confetti of yellow parchment floating down to the ground around him, as he paced back and forth, paper strewn around him and his hands moving almost mechanically as he shredded his carefully taken notes.

Anush looked over at him, finally noticing Ty’s pacing and his eyes widened. And just then, Mark re-appeared in the doorway, carrying a large tray. He let out a curse as he saw Ty, almost knocking over the tray in his hurry to put it down. He crossed the room quickly to stand in front of Ty, gentle as he placed his hands over his brother’s as he clasped them a firm grip. This time, Ty let him in and he drew in a few deep, shuddering breaths as he let the small remains of paper drop.

“It’s all right,” he told Mark. “I have them all memorised.”

Mark nodded. “It’s wise to not leave the notes to Hade unguarded,” he said. He paused. “Although perhaps a bit unkind to the brownie cleaners - but no matter, I’ll arrange to speak to them.”

There was a stretch of silence. “I’m leaving tomorrow morning,” Ty said. “I can’t wait too long- we don’t know if time moves differently in Hades compared to the rest of Faerie and I can’t risk it.”

Mark’s eyes searched Ty’s face - not seeking eye contact but a different kind of reassurance. He seemed to find it, and he dropped Ty’s hands. “Then we’ll prepare to go together - you’re not going alone,” he said. A chorus joined in - a rousing if slightly terrified response from Anush, and a sleepy affirmation from Dru, who appeared to have just woken up.

Ty felt a brief moment of terror that he was bringing more people into what his research told him was likely a suicide mission… but the ice cold shiver of memories and Livvy’s pleading, drained face swam into view and he swallowed his protests. He didn’t think he could go through it alone again.

—

The ivory keys of the grand piano were always immaculately polished and Kit wondered whose job it was to clean them. His job was to play the music and he thanked - well, it wasn’t God and it wasn’t the Angel Raziel - but he thanked his lucky stars that he had picked up some basic songs from Jace the previous summer when he had visited the New York Institute, and that Jem had considered learning to read music by sight an essential part of a well-rounded education, alongside Kit’s Shadowhunter training and mundane school.

In contrast to the bright electric fluorescence that lit the warren of overly warm machinery-filled rooms that Kit had started to refer to as Hadestown, Persephone’s conservatory was different, with its faded white, latticed walls and high glass ceilings letting in the smallest fraction of outside light.

It reminded him of where he had lived with Jem, Tessa and Mina - in… C- In Cir- Kit’s mind stuttered. He didn’t know how long he had been here - the days were starting to blur together and he was worried he was starting to forget more than just the little things.

He stared down at the piano keys as the large ornamental clock on the wall struck eleven. Like clockwork precision, Persephone waltzed in, her movements sultry but sulky as always. She threw some new music books at Kit and he caught them awkwardly, balancing them on his lap.

“These ones - I don’t care which one you play first today,” she said, sitting down on the long fainting couch across from him, her black hair spilling over the white satin fabric as she rested her head. Kit tried not to stare at her deep decolletage, which was prominently framed by the tight red dress she was wearing. She noticed as he turned away and her gaze was hungry as she looked at him.

Kit looked down as he chose a music book and blindly opened it to a first page he saw. He started playing, a crooning jazz number singing out underneath his fingers. He didn’t know if it was because he was in Faerie or the spell he could feel he was under but he was a much better musician here than in the mundane world. The tight, lost look on Persephone’s face began to relax as the melody echoed in the conservatory.

As he finished the first song and began another, his movements almost automatic, Kit allowed himself to think again, of escape - of returning to the land of the living - to his family, to the Shadowhunter institutions he was slowly becoming accustomed to again, to… Ty. To what might be between them, although he had almost strangled that hope, locked it away tight and deep inside his heart. What they had resurrected - if that word could be used - given previous circumstances was almost a miracle, Kit thought, hard fought for and one that he hadn’t been about to throw away on foolish too-soon declarations of love. Even so, when he had seen that faerie arrow aimed straight at Ty’s heart, he hadn’t hesitated. He might not be ever able to tell Ty how he felt but at least he had been able to show it in his actions, he mused.

And he wasn’t about to give up on leaving this hellhole, although each unrelenting day in this dull, dark and depressing place of dust and hollow-eyed workers pulled at that hope. But he clung to his memories - to the now-dimly lit memories of the outside world. Of his love for a black-haired, grey-eyed boy with his sharp intellect and fierce love of his family, who saw the world in a different light than most, and was - had been willing - and maybe, might be willing again to share it with Kit.

The last note rang out as he finished the song and he drew his hands back, muscles aching. He had been playing for nearly an hour. In the sudden silence, Persephone let out a ragged sigh.

“Who is the love that you play for, boy?” she said, her voice ancient and rough. She rose from the couch and crossed the floor, her dress swishing across the smooth marble. “I have heard many love songs in my years… but yours is one that I haven’t heard in an eon. Tell me their name.” Her green eyes glistened with unshed tears.

But Kit remained silent. He knew instinctively if he said Ty’s name, he would lose it. He shook his head, his lips pressed together.

Persephone narrowed her eyes, and she reached out, as if to stroke his brow. Kit evaded her and stood up. He had been coming to play for her for several times now, and he had started to learn her ways. He needed a distraction. “I saw that crack in the wall- is that new, Persephone?” Kit lowered his voice as he gestured across the room. “I know you’re a captive as much as I am. Let me help you- we can escape together and then I will tell you.”

Persephone’s laugh was as dry as a winter’s wind as she sized him up. “Oh, that’s adorable, my sweet-” she said. “But I made my choice long ago and it’s--” her eyes suddenly moved past him. “It’s the love I deserve,” her voice suddenly was filled with honey and springtime.

Kit knew that Hades had arrived, and he tried to quell the fear rising in him as he turned around.

The man - fae - god or whatever he was - was standing in the doorway, casually watching them.

“Leave him,” he said in his deep voice. “I desire your company.”

Persephone swept past Kit without another word and draped herself across Hades. “Of course my darling- I am here. What shall we do?”

Hades took a moment to whisper into her ear and Persephone looked uncomfortable but let out a deep, throaty chuckle. “Of course.”

Hades smiled, with a devilish twist and he pulled her away, starting down the hall.

But then he stopped and looked back at Kit. “Your shift here has ended - get back on the assembly line.”

Kit looked down at his rough worker’s uniform, smeared with rust and dust and he forced himself to nod evenly - he knew from past experience that it was unwise to argue with Hades.

Hades’ firelit eyes swept over him. “And once that is over - come see me in my office.”

And at that, Kit knew that he was in trouble. Hades had summoned him twice since his arrival to his office, after the initial contract signing. Each time afterwards Kit had found himself weak and gasping on the floor outside, his mind blank and unsure of what had passed behind the walls of the office. Nothing good, he thought grimly - and that was likely the cause of his increasingly fuzzy memory recall.

He needed to escape and soon. He nodded again and Hades left with Persephone. Kit started to make his way to the factory floor. On his way out of the conservatory, he bumped into a small, bird-framed girl with a luminous beauty and whose too-large eyes must have been lively once but were now faded and glazed over with the thousand yard stare that all Hades’ workers had. That he might soon have. “What’s your name?” Kit asked the girl, trying not to sound desperate.

She looked up at him. “I- Eu- I…” she looked puzzled and sad. “I don’t know.” she said.

Kit felt a stab of despair.

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HEyY!!! How are you? Could i request a HC for the tweels, ace, sebek, and malleus with a shy but athletic s/o who always runs away from them whenever they're nearby. And just for shist n giggles, make s/o jump out a window to avoid them also-- pdokbgvgftgybuh THIS Is A WEIrd ASK, BUT UHHHHHHHH IDK YANNO??

It’s not too weird haha, I actually quite enjoyed this idea 🤣 Hope you’ll like the headcanons!

Floyd

“Is Little Shrimp playing a game? Then I’ll play too!”

He gives chase when you run, finding it amusing - someone notices Floyd energetically going around and asks him what’s up

“Azul…? I’m looking for Shrimpy!” “I see… Are they aware you’re pursuing them?” “Dunno, but I'll squeeze 'em once I catch up~”

Yeah, Azul probably knows about your crush and shyness, but doesn’t bother interfering with Floyd’s good mood. If he did it’d mean one less waiter for today’s dinner rush.

Instead he flashes the Leech Twin a smile. “Good luck!”

It’s a surprise when you jump out of the window, but Floyd adds on to it by taking a running start and following suit.

“Whoa! Y/N, what- Floyd, no!”

“Annnd they’re gone.” “He can’t tell Y/N is running from him, can he?” “Who knows? I don’t think he cares either way… Man, professor Crewel’s gonna be pissed.”

Jade

At first Jade thought you were nervous around him because of intimidation or fear, but soon considers that there might be a different reason behind your behavior…

He has his fun sneaking up on you. “Good afternoon, Y/N.” “J-Jade?!” “Yes, how- They’re gone. This was even quicker than last time, fufu…”

Yes, he’s taken to keeping a timer on him and marking your fastest records for fun. Floyd calls him weird for not just catching you since he probably could, but Jade just smiles and says this was more interesting.

He continues to observe you for a bit, but even he was taken off-guard when you leaped out of the classroom window that day as if your life depended on it.

Well if his interest wasn’t piqued before, it certainly was now… Jade might just have to plan a meeting with you sometime soon. One that you won’t be able to evade, even with your physical prowess.

Ace

Ace wants/tries to talk things out but you always manage to run away before he gets the chance to (and dammit, how are you so fast? He usually stops chasing you halfway through once he realizes it’s a lost cause.)

“What the… I just want to talk about whatever the problem is! Why’s Y/N avoiding me so much?” “Maybe the prefect got tired of you.” “Maybe ya need to give ‘em some tuna.” “Not helping!”

He’s not even sure why he’s so agitated about this

Ace might ask around for advice but everyone’s inputs are either irrelevant or too cringey to bother with.

He eventually decides to leave you be and give you some space, but three days in you guys were having class and got partnered together.

Then you jump out the window upon meeting his gaze - that was the last straw. No more avoiding the issue or holding back! Ace leaps out and follows after you: this was gonna be resolved today!

Sebek

The guy barely realizes that you’re avoiding him at first, instead too busy worrying about your stunts and if you’d get hurt from them.

“Even if Y/N is athletic it is good to exercise caution! What if they sustained an injury from jumping out of that window?!”

Tries to talk to you about it because your actions sometimes causes disruptions and there’s a chance that Malleus could be caught up in the ruckus.

Which just makes the situation worse, since you’re too shy to face him and just books it whenever he calls out to you.

Sebek finds out that you only run from him, which brings a new string of concerns - maybe he’s offended you somehow? Now he wants to find you even more to figure out what’s wrong.

Someone helps out upon noticing that Sebek seemed a little down, maybe suggesting ways for him to reach out to you or passing on a message.

Malleus

Malleus thought that your friendship was going well, but then you start evading him in an almost panicked fashion...

He tries to shrug it off at first; maybe this was just a temporary phase.

Then he enters the library one day and sees you there. Malleus was contemplating between approaching you or not when he hears the sudden creak of a window opening.

You jump out of it, not before nervously glancing in his direction

Your face looked a little red as well - were you mad at him? Have you started to hate him? Or perhaps he’s done something to make you avoid him?

Malleus gets a little down about this, but decides against pestering you and potentially making things worse.

It’s up to Lilia or one of the others to help (a sulky fae prince is never a motivating sight to see) - it quickly becomes clear that you were shy and crushing on him, so the situation should be resolved soon enough with a little push or two.

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