after my tfnation app wasn’t accepted I was in a bit of a slump, I need drive to be in the mood to make art!!
Playing sun haven made me so happy, I’ve gone back to sculpting and decorating!! My passions as a little kid were creature creation with a side of fantasy and faerie nonsense. I’m having lots of fun w/ it ^^
Day 8 of Halloweek OCT 31: Demise of a nation - unseelie!Bucky x seelie!reader
🚩As all of these will be dark/horror mood boards & blurbs, it goes without saying that there will be dark and/or horror themes. I will add specific warnings if there is anything that may be especially triggering however please keep in mind that dark and/or horror themes will be present regardless.🚩
disclaimer:credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on Google/Pinterest.
“Do you think yourself clever, girl?”
My eyes flicker to Lord Steven but they quickly return back to their original place; on the king who lounges behind him. Amusement flashes in his silver blue eyes but he lets nothing cross his stern mask of a face.
“I have asked you a question and as your lord…”
“It appears we are at a cross roads then,” I interrupt the lord and he snarls at me.
“Excuse me?”
“It appears…”
“I heard what you said!”
“that we are at a cross roads then,” I finish without taking my eyes off of the king. He may look like a man but I know that beneath his calm and collected demeanor lies a monster. He is Unseelie; he feeds on chaos and destruction while sipping wine. Grotesque horns and foul fangs rip from his skin when he chooses. He laughs when Seelie cry and plead for their lives.
The king is Unseelie Fae and he is my mate.
Lord Steven stomps towards me, gripping me by the chin, and forces me to look him in the eyes, “what do you mean?”
I look him up and down, “you are not my lord.”
A horrifying smile stretches across his Unseelie face as his own fangs and bark like skin appears.
“If I am not your lord and you will not answer my questions then will you obey your king?”
I let out a snort, “I have no king.”
Although I can’t see him, I can hear my mate shift in his throne and make his own noise of annoyance.
“Then will you not listen to your mate?”
“Enough,” his demanding voice booms across the room. Lord Steven lets go of my chin and retreats to his spot next to the king’s throne. The king has taken to leaning against his fist as he studies me. He’s searching for something I would never willingly give over and when he doesn’t find it, he sighs disappointedly.
“Tell me, mate, why the Seelie army has gathered outside my castle’s walls.”
I shrug.
“Seeing as you are the only Seelie Fae here,” he trails off, insinuating that I need to finish his sentence but I do not.
I straighten my shoulders and take a half step backward which sends the guards around me into high alert. The tip of a sword digs into my back and I smile for a brief moment.
“I hope that you have prepared yourself, mate,” I shoot back with an edge of vengeance and malice in my words, “for the demise of your nation is coming.”
As if on cue, a roar of a thousand Seelie Fae soldiers is heard from outside and a guard comes bursting into the throne room. He’s panting and looks terrified as he stutters out that the Seelie have breached the wall. The king lets out a growl that rattles the windows as his true form breaks free.
“What did you do?” He snaps at me but all I do is smile back at him as my army storms the castle.
Hoo joined the Seelie Court when he was 16, where he earned the name "Silkstride" for his exceptional teleportation and dreamwalking abilities. He regularly jumps the Prime Material and the Feywild, doing Titania's bidding and checking in on his friends. His mantle is imbued with his old Scarf of Webs, allowing him to weave spider silk at will
Some fae!Dick freaking the hell out of the court of owls?
The Court of Owls is… disturbed, in one word.
They don’t know where the new talon came from (“not a talon!” Dick will sing-song eventually, “not a bird! Can you guess my name?”) but it is goddamn weird.
It laughs in the handlers’ faces, it slips from the edge of a cliff only to reappear back at their sides a minute later, head cocked the way owls do, inquisitive and predatory.
It’s goddamn weird and they don’t know where it came from. They ask the labs, but the scientists cite ignorance. They think they remember something but their minds are all foggy and weird.
Cameras only manage to capture glimpses of teeth-feathers-bones-eyes before shorting out.
The other talons refuse to get close to the strange talon for no discernible reason. (Dead things have no business existing anywhere near something so utterly alive).
And Dick has fun. He has so much fun. He found the strangers in the cave system beneath Gotham, found their little dead pets and the masks, and felt right at home in the strangeness of it all. An evil strangeness, sure. But it appealed to something inherently wild and other in him that he couldn’t help but play a little.
And it’s fun, but it has to end sooner than later. Bruce will get worried, after all. And Dick doesn’t want his family to worry.
So in the end he leaves again to go back to the manor and Alfred and Bruce, leaving the Court disturbed and almost decimated to nothingness over night.
on that note, I always said I wasn’t going to write yandere content (because personally I would end up dead because I simply could NOT be controlled like that) but something about yandere!Kyojuro is making my coochie flutter so. Yeah. The notes app is open.
Trying to light this picture was the death of me, so I gave up
Hoo practicing the flute in the Seelie Court, shortly after his D&D party disbanded. A displacer beast was drawn to his song, maybe to his Unseelie past... Who knows? Not as fantastical as I'd like it to be, but that's my problem
'To you, I offer honey wine and the hospitality of my table. But to traitors and oath breakers, I offer my queen's hospitality. The hospitality of knives.’