#Fae? Definitely Fae

[lady-hallowtide]

Swamp House

When I was a kid my family moved around a lot, often in rapid and dizzying succession. My Father died just after I was born, and in hindsight, I think my mother moved so much looking for something to make her happy. I don’t have many memories of before the Swamp House. My first memory was the day we brought home a golden retriever puppy, the sweetest and most loviest Pearl. I once sneakily watched Jaws from behind a half closed door when I was supposed to be asleep, and was thereafter mysteriously terrified of sharks in swimming pools. An old baby sitter, a neighbour I think, speaking in fast Spanish on an old cord phone. We moved so much I still have trouble remembering peoples names and why it’s important.

The Swamp House was on a farm about 500 hectares, which is crazy to think about now in my tiny apartment. It was high up, and the views were so spectacular you’d have people paying six figures just to holiday nearby. It wasn’t unusual to hear the occasional helicopter or light plane. Even thinking about the view now takes my breath away like only the stars on a dark night or being alone with the ocean can.

It was a big old house, with lots of weird little rooms, built on the edge of a swamp and was slowly sinking. Look there’s no delicate way to say it, but if you’ve seen Rose Red or more recently the Haunting of Hill House, you’ll understand the eerie vibe of this place. We were told the old owner had died there, and I think to make us less scared my mother often blamed weird happenings on him. Doors mysteriously slamming closed with no wind? Just Norman. Electricity playing up? Norman.

I don’t know why we stayed there for so long, but my mother pushed us to do sports, dancing, horse riding, anything to get us out of the house. Every weekend we’d go to farm auctions or just out driving. No matter how much I hated it all she’d drag me out. I now work 60 hours a week, you’d have to pay me to leave my apartment during my free time and my mother was, and still is, a forever workaholic. We’d get home late and leave early. It was almost like she was scared to stay in the house too long, and honestly I don’t remember her being inside much. She was always, always working in the massive garden.

Whenever we were home I used to walk the farm. I’d be gone for hours, nothing but my thoughts and the views and a dog or two. The only rule I was given was I wasn’t allowed to walk on the road.

Thinking about it now given how big the farm was and how young I was then I have no idea why my family let me go out on my own. I mean I loved it and miss it. But these were the days of discman and Nokia phones, and I didn’t have either. At the very least snakes should have been a deterrent.

The house was always cold. I’d barricade my door at night. I’d always wake someone to walk me across the house to the bathroom. There was this old tree at the front by the driveway that felt like it was staring at you. On more than one occasion something massacred the chickens. The geese and peacocks were literally possessed and demons incarnate. Sometimes there’d just be, random fucking people? In the middle of nowhere, no explanation. No names. Just polite small talk and weird smiles. Hours away from the nearest town. I’m pretty sure once I saw a camel. The neighbours were never around, just empty houses and one gruff housekeeper miles away.

I’ve spoken to my brother very rarely about our childhood, but our memories don’t match up. I vividly remember playing with him and someone else(?) in a grove of willows. He says the farm didn’t have any willows. It could be because my mother sent him off to boarding school as soon as he was old enough, but I don’t know. Maybe he just doesn’t like to remember it. When I was older I went off to school too, and while we were away my mother moved houses. And that was that.

I never went back to the house, but when I got my license I’d sometimes drive out that way. I don’t really know why. The view maybe, the quiet. One time I took my best friend with me, we were practically twins and joined at the hip as teenagers. It was the middle of the night, and we were brainstorming ideas for her book. It was stupid. We never told anyone where we were going. We rarely did back then, but in this instance it was particularly unwise. I don’t remember what it was, but as we were driving something jumped out in front of us. I managed to stop in time before we hit anything but it was the strangest thing. I’m not even sure how to describe it, but it felt like my mind pushed outwards? I caught my breath, and when I checked my friend wasn’t hurt, but as we very shakily made our way home, she said it felt like her mind retreated inside? during the almost crash. It was weird, and dangerous, and I stopped driving out there. I hadn’t realised until then just how often I was going back there.

I went back only once, just before we sold the family farm and I moved states. I didn’t dare go there in the dark again.

[hexcii]

He loves you!

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 245

Now Danny would openly admit, if only to himself, that he had a type when it came to relationships. If they were strong, if they were a threat to him, then chances were he would develop some sort of crush. It was how he had dated Sam and Valerie (And Johnny & Kitty) when he was a bit younger, and hell, Sam had technically succeeded in killing him, even if partly. 

Attraction towards smart people who could kill him was honestly par for the course for a Fenton or Nightingale anyway. 

And he’d also admit he enjoyed a bit of time travel, learning about times and culture long before his time, to the point that he could blend in in ancient times just as easily as the time he had been born in. That it was natural to mutter in a language lost to time. 

So color him surprise when another man perks up in the bar he had paused to get a drink in, vibrant green eyes gleaming in interest and responds in turn. And not just in the language, but able to keep up when he talks about things that once existed but haven’t been rediscovered yet. 

And one thing led to the other, and there might have been some assassins and some shenanigans that end with them both laughing together in an inn and then more and- Okay he has a type alright, and he’s ticking each box! How is that fair? 

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC Fae!Danny But Make It Fantasy

I've already made a whole Changeling AU with fae!Danny, but guess what, I have decided not to achieve any level of chill with fae ideas.

We all know Danny is Ghost Kind. Now, what if he is a Fae Prince? A Prince of Winter, to be exact. Imagine all the ice castles (Elsa, I'm looking at you), the snowy lands, northern lights in his crown, a cape made of tiny ornate snowflakes. Crystalline ice swords, skin so white he doesn't even look alive, eyes clear and blue like a frozen lake. Formal gowns, ballrooms, duels and carriages pulled by horses made of snowstorms.

He used to be a changeling, put in place of Dan. Grew up in a village with his parents being witch hunters, or maybe just hunters in general. Meanwhile Dan, a human child whose place he took, grew up in a fae realm, surrounded by magic creatures and miracles.

But Danny couldn't hide he was a fae his whole life. He used to look human when he was a baby, but as the time went by, he started to look more and more fae-like. Jazz was the first to notice it, of course, but this was Danny, a child she practically raised, so she dealt with it. Their parents, though, did not.

Sam and Tucker are in the know, for sure. Sam used this opportunity to learn witchcraft - who is better to learn from than an actual fae? Tucker is a blacksmith, as is his family. The first thing he asked Danny when he discovered he is a fae, was "how in the seven kingdoms are you a fae, and you decided a blacksmith is your best friend?" because, honestly, not even Fentons have so much iron around them as Tucker does.

Now, you may be thinking of where the DC part comes in here.

Well, the Waynes are actually the royal family. Bruce is the King of Gotham, and his children are princes, princesses, and heirs. They are also protecting the country not only by the word of the law, but also from the other, more shady side. I think they should go by Shadows, not Bats, though, since I doubt a name like 'Batman' would fly in the fantasy world.

Constantine is a mage, the strongest one alive, and yet he couldn't care less for his uniqueness if he tried for a week. Diana is the Queen of Themyskira, of course. I think Krypton should be its own country or a continent, ruled by the family of El. Although Jon is the first heir to a throne, due to Kon being, well, a bastard in terms of medieval customs.

After Danny's race is found out by his parents, he leaves for the fae realm, and he offers his friends and his sister to join him. Tucker refuses, Sam and Jazz take him up on that, but Sam leaves shortly after - she mostly used it to get away from her overbearing parents. She is now a witch who lives in the woods all alone, and no one can find her. She keeps contact with Danny, though. Jazz is traveling both the fae and the human realms, just having fun with it.

Jason is part-fae. After he died, a cult has abducted his body - the cult leader being Ra's, of course - and used it for an experiment. They used some fae magic to bring him back, or, maybe, they have tried to merge a fae and a human, creating a chimera. This was the first option of Ra's trying to get closer to Bruce in order to take power. It was not a very successful option since both Jason and whatever was left of the fae inside him decided not to obey the madman.

Damian was... slightly more successful. He was not merged with anything, but his development was magically enhanced.

And now, while Danny is back in the fae realm and he is a crowned Prince of Winter, Clockwork has a problem. He knows humans are afraid of fae, but this is not a very productive way to go. And there is a timeline somewhere there that can fix it.

Of course, Danny is right in the middle of that timeline. Now, Clockwork just needs to find a way to help Danny make an alliance with humans.

[emahriel]

*twirls hair* so, bastian huh...

[skelecentral]

Wasn’t gonna post this because it’s only semi-UT related, but. I really wanted to lmaooo— here’s my faeu self insert (post-turned-fae!)

Faeu is by @/antlered-prince

[egophiliac]

HAVE YOU SEEN MALLEUS DORM UNIFORM CARD????

I didn't get him. :( ...so I looked up his dorm story and it is incredible, oh my god. if you haven't noticed by now, Malleus doing the absolute stupidest shit with the best intentions is my favorite, and this is pandering directly to that part of me. I can't pick a favorite part.

(wait, actually, yes I can)

[feathersea]

Shameless self-indulgent art of me turning into a blue admiral when I step into a circle of mushrooms on the side of the road. I think that’s how it works. Maybe.

@owl-bones and @llamagoddessofficial got me feeling things

[maingh0st]

idk if holly has ever addressed the folk's origins but i have spent an unnecessary amount of time thinking about it and have decided they're immigrants

[chick-fil-a-sauce-slaps]

fae dick grayson

vampire tim drake

werewolf damian

dragon bruce wayne

zombie jason todd

[marlynnofmany]

Hey, look out behind you. Something's looming.

[oneknightstand-if]

Are Changelings a specific type of Fae or are they a category for Fae that infiltrate human society?

Okay, I created a Cloudcuckoolander hub for the FAQ, so I'm going to use this Ask as a new hub for the Changeling MC because Tumblr's search is whack & it's taking me too long to find all these old posts every time.

What is a changeling?

Folklore Definition

One Knight Stand Definition

What does this mean for the MC?

Changeling(Fae) Instincts & Behavior

Effects of the Veil coming down

Effects of the Veil Part 2 & True Names

Effects of the Veil Part 3 + Merlin

Behavior based on type of Fae

Changeling Age & Lifespan

Fae Lifespan & Aging

Amnesiac Changeling Age

What's going on with the Changeling subplot?

RO's reaction to changelings

What happened to the other baby?

It is a mystery

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 166

So Danny is going to blame this on Vlad. Everything was going great, his parents had accepted him, Ellie is home for a while as was Jazz, Vlad was going to ghost-therapy along with Jordan to both get over apparently very bad obsession-sickness, and it was finally summer break! Which meant camping, and no ghost stuff for the first time in forever. 

He should have known everything was going too well, because that’s just the Fenton luck isn’t it? So he was going to blame this entire thing on Vlad, even if it might maybe be his own fault just a little bit. But how was he supposed to know the glowing rock formation that looked sort of like a portal was actually going to do something?! 

Urgh, he’s not going to deal with dimension travel, he already has to deal with time bullshit thanks to his peepaw! At least they’re all in this together and haven’t gotten separated? Ugh. This is going to be annoying. 

[suis0u]

I wasn't really able to do as much as I wanted this year. But I hope I will get to it next year and show you some more of my OCs and ideas and stuff..

[black-quadrant]

so bright it flashes 🤩

[skyclan-funny-name-squad]

(Fae kittypet)

The clans just staring in confusion as Scourge just starts singing a variant of Scar's Be Prepared while only Firestar is taking it seriously.

Dustypaw: ...What the hell is this?

Firestar is all fur bristled and a few shadowclan previous rogues are as well as Firestar explains that they're signalling and permanently marking their victory over Tigerstar along with humiliating him as he journeys to the afterlife, and then claiming what was his as there's by right of combat and a broken promise, they want the riverclan and shadowclan territory!

Sandstorm: why would they think a song could do that?

Firestar: it's so everyone is aware of it, you can't lie about your loss and try to convince cats you were wrongfully stolen from or you never made a promise, if Tigerstar could still sing a counter then cats would stay away from the conflict because its not settled, but without Tigerstar, all cats who recognize the song will acknowledge that the territory is now Bloodclan's and pass that information on unless they also want to challenge for it. It's basically a thorough scent marking through noise instead of scent

Leopardstar, eyes narrowed: Teach me how to sing Firestar, this claim cannot be allowed to settle, we cannot let this bloodclan think they have any right to our territories!

Firestar: I...alright, follow my lead.