#bestiary of fae au

[artsolarsash]

FINALLY I FINISHED IT!!!!!!

Bonus:

Sun is very creative

Sun: One day, we will find the fae realm and everyone will remember us as the heroes!

Moon: heh, sure they will do

Brotherhood is unbreakable

Run, Sun, run!

Sun teaches Fiadh about the world of mortals

[poorly-drawn-cryptids-homestuck]

Bestiary

John Egbert -> Púca or pooka, is a creature of Celtic folklore, are Fae tricksters and shapeshifters, who take the appearances of horses, goats, cats, dogs, and hares. They can also take a human form, which includes various animal features, such as ears or a tail.

Rose Lalonde -> Eldritch / Warlock, A being that is strange or unnatural especially in a way that inspires fear : weird, eerie. As well as a warlock, one who also practices magic, power fulled by an outside source.

Dave Strider -> Harpy In Greek and Roman mythology, is a half-human and half-bird. Often sirens look harpies and are conflated. So for this au, this harpy is able to sing songs to lure prey.

Jade Harley -> Werewolf or lycanthrope, in folklore, can shape-shift into a wolf (or wolf-like creature), on the night of a full moon. Jade is also a Witch, a woman who practices magic.

Jane Crocker -> Faerie, Fae, or sprite in Celtic Folklore, is a creature with metaphysical, supernatural, or preternatural qualities. and a penchant for trickery

Roxy Lalonde -> Wizard Tressym is a cat-like Monstrosity and a practitioner of magic.

Dirk Strider -> Dullahan in Irish folklore, is depicted as a headless rider on a black horse, who carries his own head. often seen as a symbol of death.

Jake English -> Bigfoot or Sasquatch, in American and Canadian folklore, is a large and hairy human-like mythical cryptid alleged to inhabit forests in North America.

Aradia Megido -> Mothra, a Japanese based Kaiju depicted as a large moth. To be conflated with Mothman, a West Virginian cryptid, for the sake of this au. Currently a Ghost, a spirit of the dead that can appear to the living.

Tavros Nitram -> Minotaur, in Greek mythology, is a creature portrayed with the head and tail of a bull and the body of a man.

Sollux Captor -> Cross roads Demon, found in several folklore, religion, and literature, are often malevolent supernatural entities, who collect souls.

Karkat Vantas -> Cherub Angel, in religion, is an unearthly being. For this au they are similar to cupid. Winged beings who match make. please note that this au will NOT be referencing christianity heavily for this.

Nepeta Leijon -> Nekomata, in Japanese folklore, are a type of yokai, depicted as a shapeshifting cat with two tails. while they can take any form, they will always have the tails.

Kanaya Maryam -> Vampire, in European folklore, are undead humanoid creatures that subsists by feeding on the blood of the living. often able to shapeshift into a bat. and unable to go out in the sun.

Terezi Pyrope -> Dragon is a magical legendary creature that appears in the folklore of multiple cultures worldwide. This one is a western dragon, often depicted as winged, horned, and capable of breathing fire.

Vriska Serket -> Arachne / Jorōgumo. In Greek myth, Arachne is a woman turned into a spider by Athena. In Japanese myth, Jorōgumo are often yokai of a half woman half spider. please note Vriska is not a yokai nor is she Arachne... she is simply a half woman have spider creature, likened to these two examples.

Equius Zahhak -> Centaur, in Greek mythology, is a creature with the upper body of a human and the lower body and legs of a horse

Gamzee Makara -> The bogeyman is a creature used by adults to frighten children into good behavior. Bogeymen have no specific appearances but they are most commonly depicted as masculine or androgynous monsters. In this case, they look like a clown.

Eridan Ampora -> Selkie, in Celtic and Norse mythologies, are creatures that can shapeshift between seal and human forms. For this au, Eridan is part seahorse instead, and often takes the form of a elf instead.

Feferi Peixes -> Leviathan. A very large sea serpent noted in theology and mythology. Feferi is also likened to a mermaid / siren, when not the size of 10 whales.

[ghostinthelibrarywrites]

Geraskier Fic Masterpost

Series

Where There’s a Witcher: 9/9 installments complete. A modern with magic AU set on a 21st century Continent where Geralt is one of the last remaining witchers and Jaskier is a twentysomething blogger and aspiring musician who begins following Geralt around and singing about his exploits after Geralt saves his life. Features plenty of misunderstandings about modern technology, sass, monsters of the week, and eventual established relationship cuteness. Also features background Triss/Yennefer and Aiden/Lambert.

Only Human: 3/3 installments complete. A superhero AU set in modern-day Novigrad, where Geralt is a superpowered vigilante called the Witcher with a Clark Kent-ish secret identity as a mild-mannered reporter, and Jaskier is basically his Lois Lane. Features angst with a happy ending, identity porn, and Stregobor getting his ass kicked. Also features background Yennefer/Fringilla and Essi/Shani.

The Kaer Morhen Pack: 1/? installments complete. A werewolf AU where Jaskier and Geralt are married in order to seal a peace treaty between the rival Lettenhove and Kaer Morhen Packs. Only, Jaskier isn't really a werewolf, a fact that his pack did not disclose to Geralt.

Knot On Your Life: 3/? installments complete. A series of PWPs featuring alpha!Jaskier, omega!Geralt, and lots of knot puns.

Multi-chapter

We could be wolves: 48K words. E. Childhood friends AU where Geralt and Jaskier meet at the age of seven while Geralt is on his way to Kaer Morhen and they become best friends. Features part-elf Jaskier, truly excessive amounts of mutual pining, childhood trauma, and Geralt being soft.

this is the road to ruin: 31K. E. Working the night shift at the E-Z-Go, Jaskier is used to an assortment of strange characters. But Geralt, with his beat up old van, the swords in his passenger seat, and his occasional unexplained stab wound, may be the strangest. Jaskier can’t decide if he’s a LARPer or a hitman. Either way, he wants to know more.

If you want to (I can save you): 18K. M. A modern spy AU. Being an agent for the Redanian Secret Service is murder for one’s personal life— a lesson that Jaskier learned the hard way six months before, when his relationship with the love of his life, Geralt, crashed and burned. But when Jaskier’s cover is blown and a dangerous crime lord puts a bounty on his head, Geralt ends up in the crossfire.

Salt and Ash, Iron and Bone: 47K. E. After Geralt’s death, Jaskier returns to the fae realm, unable to live in the human world without the witcher he loved. When he’s attacked and nearly killed eight centuries later, Jaskier flees back to the human world, where he finds himself face-to-face with Geralt. This Geralt is a redheaded, freckled human with no memory of his life as a witcher or of Jaskier. But as Jaskier gets to know his oldest friend all over again— and starts to fall in love with him all over again— a mysterious enemy threatens both their lives.

Witcher of Surprise: 82K. E. Jaskier claims the Law of Surprise after saving a farmer from plunging to his death, only to learn that the man’s wife has just brought an injured witcher home to heal. Geralt is less than thrilled about being tied by destiny to a bard, but can’t find a way out of it.

One Shots

Once Bitten: 3K. M. Can be read as gen or pre-slash. After a bruxa attack, a bestiary written by an Oxenfurt professor has Jaskier convinced that he’s about to turn into a vampire. Geralt can’t figure out what’s wrong with his friend until it’s almost too late.

If You Give a Bard a Lute: 10K. T. After Jaskier’s father disowns him, confiscates all his possessions— including Filavandrel’s lute— and kicks him out with nothing but the clothes on his back, Jaskier spends a long, hungry winter barely surviving. When he reunites with Geralt in the spring, his witcher is determined to get his lute back, even if it means recruiting his fellow witchers to stage a heist.

Cryptid Fucking for Fun and Profit: 7K. E. When Jaskier, a vlogger and amateur cryptozoologist, goes hunting for the famed Bigfoot of the Blue Mountains, he gets more than he bargained for.

Someone Else's Coat: 4K. T. A songfic based on The Amazing Devil's "Drinking Song for the Socially Anxious." Feeling out of place at a party where he doesn't know anyone, Jaskier retreats to hide among the other guests’ coats. But he’s not the only one looking for a place to hide.

No, I Don't: 5K. T. Geralt and Jaskier are trying to navigate their way through a brand new long-distance romance after a decade of friendship. So when Geralt accidentally tells Jaskier that he loves him, he panics. Just a little.

Malicious Intent: 7K. M. When Jaskier buys a tent to protect himself from the oppressive summer heat, Geralt takes it as one more sign that the foolish, soft-handed lordling has no place on the Path. But both Jaskier and the tent prove to be more resilient than Geralt anticipated.

Runaway Jaskier: 19K. E. When Geralt saves his upstairs neighbor from getting eaten by a bruxa, he plans to patch the kid up and Axii him into forgetting what happened. After all, the world has forgotten about witchers, monsters, and magic, and Geralt would like to keep it that way. Only, Jaskier has no interest in forgetting the coolest, most terrifying thing that’s ever happened to him, so he escapes out the window, leading Geralt on a wild goose chase across Novigrad.

All Hands On Deck: 1K. M. Trying to make a connection with his new friend and muse—and also trying to get into his pants—Jaskier asks Geralt to teach him about the only thing the witcher seems to care about, besides Roach and blessed silence: Gwent.

the moon will sing a song for me: 17K. E. When Jaskier returns after a full moon trapped in his wolf form, Geralt knows something is terribly wrong with his best friend and roommate—who Geralt may or may not have been pining over for the past decade. But as the days pass and Geralt, his fellow witchers, and Yennefer fail to figure out what's wrong with Jaskier, he starts to lose himself to the wolf. Can Geralt get him back before it’s too late?

Where I go, will you still follow?: 21K. M. When Jaskier is revealed to be spying on Kaer Morhen for Redania—a treachery that nearly gets Eskel killed—he’s banished from the keep. But when it becomes clear that there was more to his lover’s betrayal than meets the eye, Geralt will have to race to find him before it’s too late.

Other Masterposts:

Main

Jaskel/Geraskel

Yennskier/Geraskefer

Rarepair

[who-is-cannon]

Ok so there’s a bunch of headcannons ( aus ? ) floating around right now for who Walter Weston got with to have all the Weston children.

I purpose that Walter just slept with a lot of damn people. Supernatural folk in particular.

I like it when people make Walter unabashedly a whore.

I think Easton Weston is born completely human ( eldest brother ) and really did drink some funky Amity water and now is magic.

I think Kyle and Wes are twins, and that they had a Fae parent. Kyle has Fae-ness about him, but it’s pretty low level. Wes has very little ( maybe it’s why he’s obsessed with the supernatural? He’s got this strange little voice in his brain? ) Fae business and is for the most part just a human.

Well, as much as anyone is a human.

Anyway it’d be absolutely hilarious if Walter has met numbers of supernatural creatures that hunters can only dream at. Until, of course, the hunters learn what these meetings entailed.

Walter is a walking bestiary due to… experience.

Easton’s parent was probably human. At this point, Walter can’t really remember. All Walter knows is that he’s got a fine boy with a good head on his shoulders.

Kyle and Wes’ parent? Ah, well, he remembers them…

That year was good. Little Easton would make grabby hands at something furry. Or was it scaly? Either way, he’d shriek in joy and point out stars that weren’t in astronomy books. During the day.

Nights would be wild. Literally. His hair grew long as ferns and feathers traced patterns across his skin.

But Good Neighbors can only stay for so long. And now he has two more children. One sharp and another fuzzy at the edges. He loves them.

[yormp]

So I’ve just started playing the Witcher 3 and I’ve taken a peak at the bestiary. Who was gonna tell me Alfred Pankratz is a beggar from Novigrad? Who was gonna say it!? Bro, we made an entire fucking AU with Fae Jaskier abt this fucker

[instasiswetrust]

Werewolf AU (Steve centric)

When the wolf finds him, Steve's been sitting on that rock for nigh on an hour. Or at least, he assumes it could've been an hour even when it feels like he's been there for merely a handful of minutes.

He doesn't turn to greet the wolf, doesn't even flinch, heavy gaze entirely focused on the two-story house he can make out at the bottom of the hill. From his place on the raised rock, just at the edge of the trees where the pine forest meets the last remnants of the suburban landscape, he knows no one can spot him from down there. He can see them though.

Two figures, partially hidden by the curtains that frame the open window, sit at a table. He thinks they might be having dinner, trading inane chatter like it was any other day. And you know, maybe it was.

(He tries not to dwell on how much that thought makes his chest ache.)

Behind him, a soft rustle can be heard, the crunching of heavy boots on dried pine needles, before someone sits next to him on the rock. Their legs dangle off the edge of the raised rock, and by the mismatched pink and green striped socks they are wearing, Steve can easily tell who they are.

"It's been two hours, Stevie. Dad thought you had gotten lost in the woods again."

Susie.

(For some reason he had thought Frank would've found him first. He decides not to think about the small spark of disappointment that he feels.)

"Sorry." He mutters, prying his gaze away from the house and facing her properly. She's shorter than he is and it makes him have to look down at her. In her hands is a partially eaten chocolate bar - where she got it, Steve doesn't know - and when she notices his eyes on her, she raises it slightly so he can take a bite from it.

Steve wonders if she's doing it because of the dried tear tracks on his cheeks, or the way his hair is lying limp against his head from all the times he had run his hands through it. Either way, he's glad she doesn't mention it

"Doesn't chocolate make us sick?" Maybe it's ironic for him to ask when he's taking a bite of the chocolate too, but he could do with the sweetness.

"Life without chocolate it's not worth living." And when she smiles, her cheeks dimple in the cutest of ways. It's honest, happy, and slightly manic, childish in a way that reminds him so much of Dustin that he ends up choking back tears.

She doesn't say anything but her eyes soften. Next thing he knows, she's all but pulled him into an embrace, his face smooshed into her shoulder in a slightly awkward angle due to their height difference. The way he doesn't even bother finding a more comfortable position, his whole body relaxing under her touch, is evidence enough of how much he needed something like this.

"I miss them." Whispered like a secret, his words muffled against the fabric of her pink cable knit sweater, even as the first sob wracks through him. “I k-know I shouldn't because they don't s-seem to care that I left but-”

Her hands are on his hair, fingers carding gently through it, even as she hums a lullaby under her breath. It makes him sob harder, face hidden against the curve of her shoulder, hands desperately clinging to her.

Susie never comments on it. She doesn't try to justify his feelings or vilify his parents. Her sole focus is on him, letting him cry it out without caring if her sweater gets stained with tears. Once he's finally calmed down, she waits for him to put himself back together before standing and helping him up.

“Come, Stevie. Let's go back before Dad starts worrying.”

------

The thing about shifting into a wolf was that keeping any coherent thoughts was absolute hell to do, especially when you had only been a wolf for three whole weeks. Thinking he could somehow sneak into town without being seen was foolish to even consider.

That still didn't stop Steve.

Dustin. Robin. Nancy.

Names repeating in his brain that made absolutely no sense to a wolf who couldn't make sense of abstract concepts. But they were important. He could feel it under his skin, like an itch that he couldn't scratch. How he would find them, he wasn't sure, but he would.

And that's how he ends up climbing clumsily into the open window that leads to Dustin's room, making a racket as he topples over half a dozen action figures that were settled on the dresser. His nails clack sharply against the hardwood floors, nose twitching curiously at all the scents that fill the room.

A sudden movement out of the corner of his eye has him turning his head to the side, finding himself at the foot of a raised structure that he vaguely remembers is meant to be den. On it, a human child holds a complicated plastic...thing, pointing it directly at him. He smells of curiosity and fear but under it, all is a scent so familiar that it makes the wolf's chest ache with emotions he can't name, a soft confused whine escaping him.

The child tilts its head at the sound, curiosity seemingly winning over his fear as he crawls closer to the edge of the raised platform, eyes locking on the wolf- No. On Steve.

That single moment of clarity is all Steve needs to trigger back the change, skin morphing and bones cracking, as his body protests with the pain of forcing him back into a form resembling something human. At last, there's no wolf, just a very naked teenager sitting in the middle of Dustin's room with a nerf gun pointed at him.

"Steve?!" He flinches despite Dustin's voice being no louder than a whisper. A cold breeze streams through the open window, making him shiver and reminding him that he's still very much naked.

"Look, I promise I will explain just-" Steve flushes, fumbling with the necklace on his neck until it spits out the change of clothes he had saved in there. "Let me get dressed because this is awfully embarrassing."

"I uh- sure?" And it's clear by his tone of voice that he's choking on a laugh but he does cover his eyes to give Steve some privacy.

It doesn't take long before he's fully dressed, sitting on the corner of Dustin's bed while his friend stares at him with eyes filled with curiosity and accusation. Steve cannot blame him. For all everyone knew he could've been dead no matter what the note he left behind said.

"So you're a werewolf." Not a question but he nods, feeling uncomfortable as he remembers Evan saying he couldn't tell anyone else for the safety of not only himself but the pack.

"You weren't supposed to find out about that but it's hard keeping human thoughts while I remain a wolf." Dustin has that look on his face that Steve knows means he wants to ask more questions but is refraining himself from doing so. It makes him smile at the familiarity of it all. "I'm not actually supposed to be here, in fact."

"Why? Did you get kidnapped by a werewolf cult or something? Is that why you left?"

Steve snorts, shaking his head quickly. "No, no. Nothing like that. It's just for safety, y'know? Monster hunters are common in small towns like this according to Da- according to Evan."

His slip up makes Dustin quirk an eyebrow.

"Were you just about to call this Evan guy, Dad?"

"Look-" But before he could start explaining, the younger boy interrupted him again.

"Wait, you said Monster hunters, not Werewolf hunters. Does that mean other creatures are real? Like Fae, and Tieflings, and Vampires? Is Dracula real? Is Mothman real?" He's firing questions with the swiftness of a TV presenter, Steve immediately putting hands on his shoulders to slow him down.

"Slow down, dingus." He teases, the old nickname making Dustin roll his eyes. "I'm not really supposed to be saying any of this but I guess since you've already seen me..."

"C'mon Steve, tell me at least a little! Please?" And Dustin's known Steve for long enough that he's aware the guy is absolutely weak when it comes to puppy eyes.

He sighs, running a hand through his face before caving in. "Monsters are real, yes. I only know a few, those that have visited the pack for the most part, but Dr. Herman has many Bestiaries around that he agreed to let me read once I graduate from Evan's pack dynamic classes."

Dustin is absolutely beaming with all the new information, a hundred questions waiting to be voiced on his lips but suddenly his expression falls, brows furrowing and teeth worrying his bottom lip. He's avoiding Steve's gaze and his scent stinks of sadness.

"Hey, what's the matter? I thought you would be excited to know Mothman might be real?" He's still saying nothing and Steve is starting to grow worried. Did he do something wrong?

"This means you aren't coming back...right?" It's barely above a whisper but Steve's hearing is so sharp that he has no trouble hearing him. Inside his chest, his heart clenches painfully.

When he shakes his head and Dustin's gaze falls to his lap, Steve feels like his body is being filled with lead.

"I still have my phone with me, and I might be able to visit in the future but... No. I'm not coming back, Dustin." Grief bubbles in his chest, choking him up and making his eyes burn with the tears he wants to shed but refuses to.

Dustin tackles him into a hug, squeezing him so hard that it hurts but Steve doesn't mind, hugging him back just as tightly. If either of them cries they don't bother mentioning it.

It's not important after all.

----

Dawn shines pink and orange over the horizon when he makes it back to the ranch, exhausted to his bones.

Evan is waiting for him in the kitchen when he steps in and Steve is not surprised. The older werewolf had the uncanny ability to know when any of them were getting into trouble, after all. So all Steve does is hang his head, feeling the weight of Evan's gaze on him.

"Sit." He says, and his voice doesn't give anything away. So Steve sits and waits for the reprimanding he's so sure will come.

Except it doesn't.

"You have been crying. Are you hurt?" Evan is truly concerned it seems, his voice firm but not too loud. Is enough to bring the tears back to Steve's eyes, a broken sob leaving him as he hides his head in his hands. And all the older man does is rub his back comfortingly until his sobs have been reduced to occasional sniffles. Only then does he speak again.

"Feeling better?" Steve nods, once, before stopping and shaking his head. Evan chuckles, his gruff voice is oddly comforting. "Ah, here I was thinking you had been taking all these changes a little too well."

"I'm used to rolling with the punches." Steve tries offering him a smile but it comes out looking more like a grimace so he ends up giving it up altogether. He hates how true that statement is but Evan understands.

(Somehow, he always understands when it comes to Steve's parents.)

They are both quiet after that, the silence comforting were it not for the way Steve's stomach roiled with his guilt. He had to say something, apologize, or the shame would eat him alive.

"Look, I'm... I'm sorry I went out to town without telling anyone but it's just- I was homesick, and I missed my friends so much, and I basically left without giving Dustin an expl-" He's babbling out of nervousness, excuses spooling out of him like worn thread but he pauses once Evan settles his heavy hand on his shoulder. Big hands. Hands capable of drawing the softest of portraits with as much ease as they could choke out a deer.

"I'm not mad, pup." Steve has to bite his cheek at that to stop his eyes from filling up with tears again over something so silly as a word. "Kinda expected you to eventually do it. Had Danny's cat familiar follow you last night just to make sure you would be okay."

Steve thinks he should feel offended by that last bit of information but he honestly cannot give a fuck when he's basically swimming in the relief that courses through him at Evan's words. He knows and he isn't mad. Knows and doesn't blame him for showing weakness.

(Knows and still loves him.)

Evan smiles, barely an upturn of his lips but it's there and his words are soft when he says, "Go to bed, pup."

He does. And for the first time in a while, he doesn't dream at all.

[walpurga-nacht-academy]

Masterpost

Academy Info

Walpurga Nacht Academy Introduction

WNA Entrance Ceremony

Admission Process

Graduation Ceremony

WNA Crest

WNA Lore: School History | Isle of Phantasmagoria | The Eight Witches | The King on the Bald Mountain | Witch Dances | Witch Duel | The Endor Express 

WNA Staff: Headmistress Ursa Astoria | Head Prefect Alkin | Professor Soulis Dergos | Professor Stryx | Professor Frau Perchta Yaga | Professor Ann Bell (@twistedapple) | Nisse Tomte | Yuuki Tsukino (@anunluckyrabbit) (Something Wicked AU) | Sienna Da Luz (@anunluckyrabbit) | Callista Lebeau (@fools-of-wna)

Secret Files: Astra Selene | Ursa Astoria | Alkin | Soulis Dergos | Frau Perchta Yaga

WNA School Grounds: Campus | Annexed Buildings | Post Office

WNA Dorm Buildings: Rosenhex | Grimmaire | Kriegskald | Galdtrea | Monarchia | Oraluna | Eliksia | Noctasis

Locations: Brocken | The Bald Mountain | Hexenaltar

WNA Curriculum 

WNA School Clubs

WNA Creatures: Domovoy | Familiars | WNA Bestiary | Monarchia Bestiary | Sylph | Kit & Johann

Familiars: Larna | Deima | Stryx

WNA Dorm Keys

WNA Brooches

WNA School Festivities: Samhain Night | October Broom Relay Race | Night on the Bald Mountain | Spring Debutante Ball | The Great Halloween Hide & Seek Hunt

Witch Dances: Rosalia Morgainne | Blanche Dion | Marcia Pyroeis | June Himalia | Diana Arrow | Cassandra Delphinne | Agatha Voisin | Vita Dies

Witch Dance Couture: Venus Rising | 

Dorms: Rosenhex | Grimmaire | Kriegskald | Galdtrea | Monarchia | Oraluna | Eliksia | Noctasis

Grimoires: The Rose | The Wings | The Shield | The Harvest | The Monarch | The Moon and Stars | The Abyss | The Night

Overblot: The Cherry-Blossom Harlequin |

School Rumors

Student Population

Prefects: Rosalia Morgainne | Blanche Dion | Marcia Pyroeis | June Himalia | Diana Arrow | Cassandra Delphinne | Agatha Voisin | Vita Dies

Unique Magic: Heart’s Desire | The More, The Merrier | Reforged Titan | Overcharge | Song of the Wild | Fate Foretold | Soul Bonds | Dread Presence

Students: Aline Dumont (@twstankin) | Yoru Crowley (@bakujho) | Dwynwen Philautia (@just-patchy) | Amity Orchard (@twistedikon) | Lisette Clément (@wna-purgatory) | Alyena Kallistēi (@fools-of-wna) | Lauren Eretria (@fools-of-wna) | Hypatia Danais (@fools-of-wna) | Jasmine Hemlock (@fools-of-wna) | Priscilla Messina (@fools-of-wna) | Kallan Messina (@fools-of-wna) | Tamayo Shiseki (@fools-of-wna) | Persephone Apate (@fae-flowers) | Hesperia Osiris (@fools-of-wna) | Mallory Parnassus (@fools-of-wna) | Dorothea Chalice (@fools-of-wna) | Ouka Saitou (@fools-of-wna) | Amber (@fools-of-wna) | Aurelie Veilleux de Fae (@arigatou-gozaimalleus) | Cadenza Cecilia Brahms (@the27th)

Uniforms: School Uniform | Ceremony Dress | Flight Uniform | Work Clothes | Cheer Uniform

Name Meanings: Rosalia Morgainne | Blanche Dion | Marcia Pyroeis | June Himalia | Cassandra Delphinne | Diana Arrow | Agatha Voisin | Vita Dies

VAs: Rosalia Morgainne | Blanche Dion | Marcia Pyroeis | June Himalia | Diana Arrow | Cassandra Delphinne | Agatha Voisin | Vita Dies

WNA Events

Introduction | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17

Djinn’s Bride Wedding Couture: Blushing Brides

Catch the Thief! | Fairytale Romance

Birthdays

Rosalia Morgainne | Blanche Dion | Marcia Pyroeis | June Himalia | Diana Arrow | Cassandra Delphinne | Agatha Voisin | Vita Dies

Birthdays II

Rosalia Morgainne | Blanche Dion | Marcia Pyroeis | June Himalia | Diana Arrow | Cassandra Delphinne | Agatha Voisin | Vita Dies

Rosalia Morgainne Halloween Interview | Blanche Dion Halloween Interview | Marcia Pyroeis Halloween Interview | June Himalia Halloween Interview | Diana Arrow Halloween Interview | Cassandra Delphinne Halloween Interview | Agatha Voisin Halloween Interview | Vita Dies Halloween Interview

VDC Headcanons | Floyd’s Nicknames | Gigantes Lore | Wishing Fairy Lore | Rabbit Beastfolk Lore | Flashlight Fish Merfolk Lore | Selkie Merfolk Lore

Morgainne Family Lore | WolfBeauty Family Lore |

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[sufaeu]

What type of fae are your crystal gems exactly and if unable to pin them down what's the closest to each and if possible d&d 5e names for reference so I can do research later

As someone who loves tabletop games I was really excited to get this ask. I’m not super familiar with D&D’s bestiary so I took a look at it, and unfortunately, it seems like most of the fae species they have are very specific and a bit hard to match to the CG’s fae types. In the AU all of them are essentially various types of “Bright Fae” which is something I made up, and represents general sidhe, elves, pixies, elementals, and the like. They are also associated with the idea of ‘Seelie’ fae.

It’d probably be easier to give them specific fae types based on Changeling: the Lost (which is another great tabletop game if you are unfamiliar, and a huge inspiration to this AU), but even that doesn’t completely work. But! I’m going to give you the mythological terms that seem to suit them best, so you can look for info on that if you like.

STEVEN: In the AU Steven is basically an elemental Faerie Queen and born ruler, which doesn’t quite have an easy mythological equivalent. He obviously has some nymph-like aspects, given that his whole thing is plantlife. If you had to categorize The Maiden (Pink Diamond) as a classical type of fae, she would fit aesthetically with the idea of the Leanan Sidhe - a beautiful faerie woman that seeks the love of mortals.

PEARL: Pearl has a lot of the most classical ‘elfin’ traits, with long ears and supernatural grace and the ability to move in ways that seems to defy reality. She also has the elfin trait of being sort of haughty towards mortals, despite having been born as one herself.

AMETHYST: Amethyst is most heavily inspired by the idea of Cait Sidhe (or Cat Sith) which is a type of faerie cat. Essentially this is just folklore related to spooky magical felines. They are also sometimes thought to be shapeshifters. 

GARNET: I won’t get too into the details here because they would be spoilers, but Garnet’s fortune-telling abilities are based on the idea of a Beansidhe, better known as a “banshee”. This type of ghostly fae can sense the imminent deaths of mortals, usually by following them around and wailing for them. Garnet has never been one for wailing, though.

At some point I’ll be able to expand this list with more revealed characters, but right now I’ll leave it with the CGs. They do all have inspiration from specific myths, though.

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Send a ಠ_ಠ for my Muse's reaction to meeting the AU counterpart of your Muse whilst exploring the AU (Rockwell and Mor)

He almost didn’t see it– the creature at home in the snow and trees. If it weren’t for streaks of red in that hair, the human would have missed it completely. Yet now the entity seemed so obvious, so imposing as its antlers rivaled towering branches, and its body hunched to make passage through the thick knotting wood of the forest.

Not a fae or beast common to this place– at least not one the hunter found in his research. Perhaps its identity lay buried in the pages of some obscure family almanac– a bestiary he’d failed to unearth before departing– but that… 

…that is far from a great sign. 

 His back finds a thick tree trunk, the form of nearest cover, but he can’t help but feel eyes on him through ancient bark. Has he been seen, or is it just tense paranoia? 

[chibinightowl]

Roll the Dice

Prompt:

I am a dragon who collects pretty things, you're a kind local game shop owner who always shows me the prettiest dice when I come in and I'm not sure if you're staring at me because you can see through my glamour AU.

Because I just HAD to post something today. Jason’s been going through a lot of crap in the comics recently, so our boy needs some love today! Happy Birthday, Jason! Beta read by @comicroute

~*~*~

The little set of bells over the door jingled as a customer walked into the small shop. Jason barely glanced up from his book, a pencil in hand as he underlined sentences and scribbled in the margins. “Welcome,” he said by rote, barely glancing at the dark haired young man who’d just entered. Classes may have just ended for the summer, but the life of a literature graduate student was never ending. Too many books, not enough time.

Luckily the owner of the game shop didn’t mind if he read on the clock, not as long as everything was clean and where it belonged. Weekdays were slow as hell while the weekends could be described as a Category 5 hurricane. Thank god he only had to close because if there was one thing Jason hated, it was dealing with people. The worst of the chaos was over and long gone by this time his shift started, leaving only the most dedicated of RPG gamers at the table in the back of the store.

Those guys he could deal with. They were polite and always took the hint that when Jason started taking out the trash it was time for them to leave.

The customer stopped right in front of the counter Jason sat behind and knelt, staring intently at the dice that were kept there along with some of the more collectible items the owner sold. He lowered his book and waited, wondering which dice he’d be asked to take out for closer inspection. The man was mostly hidden in front of the counter, but his horns rose up high enough for Jason to see clearly.

Wait, what? Horns?

This was a game shop so Jason was used to seeing some odd characters, and considered himself an oddity as well, but horns were something new. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose to make sure he was seeing things clearly.

Yep. Those were horns. Not those costume horns that some of the cosplayers wore when they game in for an event either, or even the plastic ones that one of the regular gamers wore on their headbands.

These were honest to god horns, rising right up out of the man’s mop of black hair knelt in front of the display case. Jason could hear him cooing over the dice, muttering something about pretty shinies.

“Uh, can I help you with something?” he asked, leaning over slightly to get a better look. It wasn’t often that his second sight kicked in like this. The last time it did, it was because of the nest of pixies that had started roosting in the stairwell leading up to the roof of his cheap apartment building. They loved the milk Jason left for them and gave him gifts of little stones and coins they found out on the streets.

The coins were useful; the rocks, not so much.

A pair of icy blue eyes glanced up at Jason, pupils slit like a cat’s. “Sorry, I always get distracted by the dice when I come to shops like these,” the horned man said, standing upright. He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.

“You new to the area then?” Jason asked. “I haven’t seen you in here before. Unless you’re a weekender…”

The man nodded, his horns bobbing easily despite the added weight on his slender neck. “New to Gotham, actually. I’ll be starting at Gotham University as an adjunct professor for the fall semester.”

“That’s almost three months away,” Jason said, eyeing the man closely. What was he? He seemed friendly enough, even personable, which was just all kinds of off for the supernatural creatures that made Gotham their home. “Besides, you look a bit young to be a professor.”

Sharp fangs glistened under the fluorescent lights as the man grinned. “I hear that all the time. Trust me when I say I’m older than I look.”

Jason tried not to stare, which was really hard because chances were likely this was a being who could eat him and not blink an eye over it. “I’ll take your word for it,” he said instead and gestured to the case. “Is there anything in here I can take out for you?”

The horned man’s gaze dropped to the case, then flickered back up to Jason. “Yes, actually there is. Those teal dice, can I get a better look at them?”

~*~*~

Tim wasn’t entirely sure what to make of the young man from the game shop he’d wandered into after settling into the old brownstone that he’d rented for his time in Gotham. One thing he did know was that buying those teal dice had been a no brainer after he got a good look at the other man’s eyes.

Those were eyes that saw much more than they let on. And if the slightly elevated heart rate and the startled scent that tickled his nose were right, then he’d seen right through Tim’s glamour.

A glamour that had been carefully crafted and honed to protect him in the human world for more than three centuries. Even amongst the Fae, a dragon stood out.

So the fact that a human saw him for who he was made him curious. Very curious. It was entirely possible the man didn’t know he was Fae-touched. Which, considering the shock of white hair on his brow, was surprising.

The next week, he went back to the shop to get a closer look at the interesting human. And, just like before, Tim found himself distracted by all the colorful dice in the display case. This happened to him every single time he walked into a game store. It didn’t matter that these were just pieces of resin and plastic, hardly anything a dragon of his caliber should notice. The shine, glitter, and glimmering colors made his fingers itch and his hoarding instincts rise to the surface.

He had plenty of dice and game pieces in his hoard, many of which he’d even carved himself and, with a little bit of magic, melted his scales around to create a rich, shimmery blue that reminded him of the ocean meeting the evening sky. Those were priceless.

These little pieces of plastic were not.

But the colors…ruby reds that glinted with gold, sea green melded together with the emerald of a forest, blacks shot through with silver. If the smaller dice were bad, then the larger 20-sided dice were the worst. Tim spotted a new one he hadn’t seen last week, a teal colored one that perfectly matched the odd human’s eyes.

He had to have it.

“You must really like dice,” the human said, interrupting Tim’s covetous thoughts.

Looking up, Tim saw the young man was leaning over the counter to watch him, a smirk teasing the corners of his lips. He swallowed hard, staring into those vibrant eyes that were so out of place on a mere mortal. What was he?

“I like the colors,” Tim admitted as he stood to gaze at the human on more level ground. “The palettes have changed so much since I first started playing.”

A dragon who played Warlocks and Wizards. What was this world coming to?

“Never played myself, but you’re hardly the first person to wander in here and get distracted by them. Although I think you’re the first one I’ve heard call them shinies.”

Tim bit his lip and tried not to laugh. “How can you work in a place like this and not play?”

The young man shrugged his broad shoulders. “I started working here as a favor to the owner when I was about 18. He was having problems with some of the kids stealing things and since I’m a former thief, he thought I might be able to scare the crap out of them.”

“How does that logic work?” Tim couldn’t help asking. “I understand the whole ‘takes a thief to catch a thief’, but the rest?”

“He’s known me for almost a decade now. If I spotted some asshole putting something they hadn’t paid for in their pockets, I’d just pick it right back out before they left. Besides, I have no interest in any of the stuff here and the boss knows it. I think it’s all crap for people with too much money and time on their hands.”

Tim let himself laugh at the clearly disgusted expression on the human’s face. “I might be willing to argue that point, but since I’m about to drop some more money in here, that defeats the purpose.”

“Whatever rocks your world,” the human replied, his smirk morphing into a brief grin that did incredible things to his eyes. Tim wanted to fall into them and explore their depths.

Not yet, though. He needed to assess and strategize first, as well as find out some more information about this intriguing person. For that, he needed his name.

“I can think of a lot of things that do,” Tim said easily and pointed at the large 20-sided dice. “Like that. I’m Tim, by the way. Tim Drake.”

His current pseudonym rolled off his tongue. Ironically, it was closer to his real name than any of the other names he’d gone by over the centuries.

The human unlocked the case and offered him a crooked half smile as he knelt to retrieve the dice. “Jason Todd.”

How did that saying go? Oh, yes. Bingo.

~*~*~

Jason didn’t see Tim again until the following week when he wandered in on a Thursday night about twenty minutes before closing time. It would be a big fat lie to say he hadn’t been thinking about the man off and on over the last week. The horns and slitted blue eyes captured his attention like nothing else, making Jason switch up his usual reading material to tackle Spenser’s The Faerie Queen. It seemed appropriate, even if epic poetry gave him a headache.

He kind of wished there was a bestiary that was actually accurate for the supernatural. By all rights, Tim looked like some kind of demon, but he didn’t feel inherently evil or dark. That and he’d first come into the shop in the middle of the day, so there went the Dark Fae idea he’d tossed around and quickly rejected. His sight was more than just vision, but intuition too, which came in handy when he lived on the streets.

“Hello, Jason,” Tim said as he entered. “You’re always here when I come in. Don’t you ever get a day off?”

Jason set aside his book and nervously fiddled with his glasses. Small talk? Really? “I try and pick up as many hours as I can in the summer between school terms. Makes the owner happy since he doesn’t have to hire anyone else.”

“It must pick up quite a bit, what with everyone out for the summer. Do you guys host any of those card games the kids seem to like?”

This was so surreal. Jason nodded and pointed toward the right of the door at all the fliers that hung there. “We have those and some tabletop gaming. Wizards and Warlocks, I think?”

“Wizards and Warriors,” Tim corrected with a smile. A hint of fang peeked out from under his lip and Jason cleared his throat, looking away as something tightened in his chest.

“So, what brings you in tonight?” Jason asked, shoving aside the strange feeling. He pointedly tapped his fingers on the countertop.

Sure enough, Tim’s gaze was directed to the gaming dice and other paraphernalia in the glass display. It was rather amusing how easy it was to distract him, kind of like giving a crow something shiny.

“I’m here for a rulebook,” Tim replied after a long moment, clearly fighting the impulse to get a better look. “I don’t think I packed it.”

“Isn’t that stuff online?” Jason rose from his stool and stepped around the counter to head toward the back of the shop where all the gaming books were carefully arranged and alphabetized. Games may not be his thing, but books were books.

Tim followed after him on silent feet. “Yes, but I like having something to hold on to. The online materials make things a lot easier, I’ll admit that, but you could say I’m a bit old-fashioned.”

Jason wondered how old Tim really was. This was the second allusion he’d made to being older than he looked.

“Well, everything we have is right here, so knock yourself out. If we don’t have what you’re lookin’ for, I can order it, but it’ll probably be faster if you do it yourself.”

There was that flash of fang again as Tim picked up one of the books and started to flip through it. “Now where’s the fun in that? There’s a certain amount of joy in the hunt, in seeking out whatever it is you’re searching for.”

Jason had no words with which to reply, so he simply shrugged and walked back to the counter. The entire way, he would have sworn he felt Tim’s weighted gaze on him, but when he sat back down and picked up his own book, the other man was immersed in his own. A shiver prickled its way down his spine. He had the distinct feeling Tim had not been speaking about a book when he said he was on the hunt.

~*~*~

Tim growled and paced around his bedroom, his claws digging into the palm of his hands. What under the light was wrong with him? He’d come to Gotham to work, to find some relief from the monotonous tedium that was his life, not find himself attracted to a human with the most stunning pair of eyes he’d ever seen, even hidden as they were behind a pair of glasses that Tim was willing to bet his favorite ruby over Jason not needing in the slightest.

Eyes that he craved with every ounce of his being, whether they were lost and far away in the books Jason was reading every time he saw him or laughing in amusement at some smart comment or joke Tim made. He wanted to see their full range, hazy from sleep when Jason first woke up to bright and fiery from the passion that was stoked within.

Who was he trying to kid? He didn’t want just Jason’s eyes. No, he wanted all of him.

Jason Todd was a mystery and Tim was never one to pass up a good puzzle.

Armed with his name, Tim started his search. It didn’t take very long, not with his computer skills. He was definitely an oddity amongst the Fae for even using human technology, but it’s not like a computer could hurt him. He found Jason’s juvenile records first, the ones that placed him in a detention center for a few years because of his sticky fingers. Apparently they were necessary too, because his home life had been less than ideal. It consisted of a father who was never around and then later killed in prison and a mother who wasn’t actually his mother, according to the birth certificate Tim unearthed.

His real mother’s name was known to Tim. It was a name he did not like at all, not after what she’d done to betray the earthbound Fae to a fiend known only as the Joker. The thought briefly crossed his mind to use Jason to get his revenge on her, but he shunted it aside as pointless. Sheila Haywood was slowly wasting away, drooling and mindless, in an asylum outside of Liverpool.

How she came to have a child though, that intrigued Tim more. Jason was clearly abandoned by her and left to be raised by humans, unaware of the gifts that were in his blood, wild talents that waited only for the right time to manifest themselves.

So this was where Tim found himself, pacing and trying to figure out what to do. Did he give in to his baser instincts and simply lay claim to Jason, dragging him across an ocean to his primary residence in Scotland? Or did he do this the human way and properly court the man, slowly and carefully revealing only that which Tim wanted him to know until the time came for Jason to become his?

Tim fell back on his overly plush bed and draped an arm over his eyes. Dramatic, yes, but he was feeling it at the moment. He didn’t really have much of a choice in this, not if he wanted Jason to come to him willingly. Which was going to be hard because the human was more interested in his books than the dragon. There was a quaint human phrase that Tim heard bandied about rather often these days and he thought it rather appropriate to his circumstances.

This sucked.

~*~*~

Jason could often be said to have his head stuck in the clouds considering all the time he spent reading, but he was a Gotham street-rat born and bred, and that meant he was paranoid as hell about his surroundings at any given time, even tucked away in a relatively safe place like the game shop. So he couldn’t help but notice that, week after week, he saw more and more of Tim.

Not that this was a bad thing, because he still didn’t know exactly what the man was, and it kept his mind engaged as he tried to puzzle it out. The long, curled horns were as black as Tim’s hair, matte while his hair shone like a raven’s wing. Delicately pointed ears made Jason think elf, but he’d never read of an elf with horns before, or sharp white fangs and black claws that matched the horns. Honestly though, it was Tim’s pale blue eyes that had him the most curious.

What did he see when he looked at Jason?

A poor, not-quite-starving graduate student, that’s what. Jason shoved aside the thoughts of Tim seeing him as anything other than a curiosity. That’s why he had to be coming back here, right? What else was could it be since there were only so many bags of dice, rulebooks, and games the man could purchase each time he came in.

The next time Jason saw him, he was going to speak up. Call him out on this little charade that had been going on for weeks now.

Satisfied with his decision, Jason went to work. There was a bit of a rush that afternoon from a tide of incoming students who were just moving back into their dorms for the soon-to-start fall semester. It kept him busy and by the time seven o’clock came, the store was empty.

The peace and quiet didn’t last long. Jason was in the back with the gamebooks when he heard the bells over the door jingle, announcing someone entering the shop.

“Welcome,” he said, standing up straight to see who had come in. His throat suddenly became as parched as the desert as he took in the sight of Tim.

Unlike all the other times Tim had visited the shop, dressed casually in jeans and a t-shirt, this time he wore something entirely different. Snug black pants gripped his lean waist, seemingly painted onto his lower body as they left little room for imagination. He still wore a t-shirt, but the electric blue was muted by the long sleeved mesh top he wore over it. Jason was pretty sure there were leather boots involved as well, but he was too trapped by the intense gaze Tim was giving him.

“Hello, Jason,” Tim said, greeting him as he normally did, like he wasn’t dressed up to hit some club after he left. “I’m both saddened and glad to see you’re working tonight.”

Jason tried to swallow, unable to look away as Tim stalked slowly toward him. It took him a few tries to find his voice. “Why’s that?”

Tim held up a small plastic bag that Jason had somehow overlooked. “I understand it’s your birthday. I’d hoped you would be out with friends tonight, but I will admit this works better for my plans. I brought you a treat. Hope you like it.”

Wait, what? “How did you know it’s my birthday? I didn’t even know it was.” It was not uncommon for him to forget. He didn’t have many friends around who cared enough to celebrate with him, so why bother?

“I have my sources,” Tim replied evasively. “Here.” He handed the bag to Jason, his fingers brushing Jason’s hand ever so lightly.

He shuddered slightly under the touch, so foreign and yet…welcomed at the same time. Opening the bag, Jason found a small bakery box and a candle. The bag fell to the floor as he unsealed the box, revealing what looked like a red velvet cupcake.

“I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I hope this is to your taste,” Tim said, stooping over to pick up the bag and retrieve the candle. He stuck the end into the creamy frosting, his eyes burning with some unknown desire. “Happy birthday, Jason. Make a wish.”

Jason swallowed again, remembering his promise to himself about the next time he saw Tim. Time to roll the dice. “Got a lighter? I need to blow out the candle first.”

The smirk that appeared on Tim’s face was downright devilish as he leaned in, pursing his lips as he did. A small jet of fire erupted from between them, lighting the candle in an instant.

“I knew it,” Jason breathed. “I fucking knew it.”

The smirk grew into a pleased grin. “Just as I knew you see more than what I present to the world. But have you guessed what I really am yet?”

Jason was about to shake his head, but stopped, thinking back to the beginning of the summer when Tim first visited the shop and his complete and utter distraction with the dice in the display. He’d compared it back then to a crow and a shiny object, but really, it was more like… “A dragon,” Jason said firmly. “You’re a dragon.”

Tim’s smiled grew and there was the flash of fang that had been driving Jason nuts all summer. He cupped Jason’s hands in his own and raised the cupcake and it’s still burning candle higher. “I am. Does this bother you?”

Far from it. Jason now realized what the tightening in his stomach was each time he saw Tim. It was desire. Finally, he had met someone who was just as odd as him. Odder, even, because those horns were front and center as Tim tilted his head back ever so slightly to watch him. “Not in the slightest,” he replied.

“Good. Now make a wish, Jason. Don’t tell me what it is because I want to spend the rest of your life trying to figure it out.”

[artsolarsash]

Concept of (new?) AU: Bestiary of Fae, the world where technology and magic meet together unexpectedly. The mysterious fae shapeshifter and all creatures visit the world of mortals from the fae world. Two robot brothers find the mysterious fae and try everything to find a way to catch all mystical creatures and bring them back to the fae world.

It’s just an idea nothing special

Close up view:

Portrait and her forms (some parts of it):

Fiadh wears Moon’s jacket:

Sun and Fiadh’s first meet:

[artsolarsash]

I have no idea, but these songs gives me a vibe mix up with fantasy and modern realms

Not organised, but I like it