#but he talks to the fairies

[egophiliac]

should've just let Vil be the one to fly, it would've gone SO much easier. 😔

also HEY how are everyone else's pulls going, because I have had the most RIDICULOUS luck, seriously, halloween magic is 100% real

[chuchujellybean]

Credit to @\linkeduniverse

[erineas]

You're making me crave fairies too AUGH JDCVKDNDNS littol fabric hoarding fairy,,,

What if I tell you you can be a pretty fairy and rizz up skeletons at the same time?

Just look at them!

This is how they spend their time together!!

[bumblebeehug]

Can’t write nalu angst where Lucy dies and Natsu’s left to grieve bc he’d simply kill himself. All of his “you don’t die for your friends, you live for them” moral would go out the window. He can’t see a life without Lucy — even if he wouldn’t actively kill himself he’d work himself to death. He wouldn’t have boundaries, he’d just keep going until there’s nothing left of him. In fact, he’s the type of guy who would become a total villain if Lucy died. Zeref style, trying to revive her, searching for any chance to get her back. When she’s still alive he thinks he’s above Zeref’s life choices — he thinks he would cope better than he did. But history repeats itself. Lucy dies and Natsu’s voice of reason dies with her.

[bubblez-bubble]

Real quick, can we talk about how in the two instances where we see Natsu and Lucy interacting around a bed time, Natsu stays awake until Lucy falls asleep. And how quickly Natsu responds to her even when she just says his name out of habit.

He stays awake so he can hear her. Because he couldn't during the Alvarez arc, and he thought she had died a second time.

Because the last time he was unconscious around Lucy, this was what he woke up to.

He's always listening so he doesn't miss anything ever again. So that he never has to see her like that ever again.

He waits for her to fall asleep first and makes sure he's always as close as possible.

I'd even be willing to bet he's developed some sort of insomnia or became a very light sleeper so he can still hear her.

He hovers. He's alert. All because he thought he saw her dead twice.

Just like him constantly being around to protect her after not being able to save FLucy from FRogue, he stays awake and alert because he couldn't when she was attacked by Damaria and couldn't protect her again.

He's constantly changing and adjusting to what he thinks Lucy needs from him and that's honestly amazing and very sweet.

Every time Lucy has a near death experience, Natsu changes something about himself to ensure it never happens again.

Because he never wants to see her die again.

Because he doesn't want to lose his light.

[hajimedics]

heard it was friday the 13th! here’s anti-kira :) the anti fairywinkle-anti-cosma family’s head butler. the opposite of his fairy counterpart, anti-kira is quiet, obedient, and doesn’t want to question any sort of authority over him by his lord — no matter how absurd they may be (well, anti-fairy world is a lawless land, so it's not like there's anything revolutionary he needs to be fighting for...)

like kira was to peri when he was a kid, anti-kira was some sort of babysitter for irep, though he’s more like an annoying older advisor instead of a quirky mentor like kira. like peri to kira, irep doesn’t like him. the reason's the opposite of peri’s — he’s a worrywart that fusses over irep’s wellbeing and disaster scenarios to the point it gets aggravating. coupled with his obedient nature, if not standing besides anti-cosmo, anti-kira is constantly seen running around the castle doing tasks, usually for his lord's evil, world domination plans.

[jade-len]

i think it'd be funny if someone transmigrated as xin mo. the goddamn evil sword. instead of taking it seriously, they just really fucked around with bingge. and, somehow, ended up having the opposite effect of what it's supposedly rumored to do.

picture this: bingge, on the quest for revenge and power, comes across the almighty xin mo. this demonic sword killed everyone that dared to even try wielding it. and, the few who were lucky enough to have it by their side, eventually succumbed to the swords' will.

it is said that the sword is unlike any other, that it etches into your head and eats away your brain, until eventually it consumes you whole. it whispers, speaking in lust, greed, and hatred. it slowly beckons the wielder into giving in to the worst part of themselves and feeds off of pure sin. but to him, it is no matter; luo bingge will surely tame it.

and then he gets to the sword.

demonic qi practically oozes from xin mo. the aura surrounding it makes every part of luo bingge scream, "run; get away, away from that monster." his gut prods at him, begging bingge that this is probably a really bad idea. it's a little terrifying, how even luo bingge, the determined, vengeful demon, is now getting second thoughts about wielding xin mo from just being in its presence alone.

but luo bingge is too, a monster. so he ignores the screams of plea; pushing every thought of doubt in the back of his head, and tightly grips onto the handle. the world around him seems to spin and shake, tumble and crack, from the amount of force bingge needs to use in order to pull the sword of sin out of its place.

when bingge finally has it perfectly fit into the palms of his calloused hands, he hears whispering. he knows that the sword has accepted him as its new host.

the sword's language crawls up to him, as if it were feeling around his body and mind. checking every nook and cranny for it to settle into bingge's form, truly becoming one with the embodiment of sin. the words flow through his brain like a tragically broken guqin, a melody that holds him in a frighteningly familiar trance - all while simultaneously eating away at his brain in the worst ways possible, akin to a child and their favorite snack. it seems to beckon something, but even with luo bingge's impressive hearing, he cannot make out any words from the tone-deaf musical notes xin mo sings.

and then, it is clear. the land around him settles, and everything is still. xin mo itself seems to be.. content. at least, that is what luo bingge believes.

the language of this wretched sword reflects the state around these two monsters.

luo bingge expects it to demand for bloodshed, for the erotic ecstasy of multiple women, for bingge to steal the last of the finest gems of these horrible, vast lands.

instead, he hears this:

"yoooo damn that shit was crazy. did you see what i did there? man, you know, it feels so fucking good to get out of the dirt. hey, do you know if people can like, feed their swords or something? i'm kinda craving something spicy. we never know, in this wack world! wait, don't hold me like that, buddy. it'll make things real awkward."

but luo bingge is determined to get his revenge, so he puts up with the swords' constant rambling about.. whatever the hell it's thinking.

"wait, dude, did you seriously fuck a dying girl? that's wild. yeah, like i know she was dying but it doesn't sound like you wanted it. yo, listen to me, consent is very sexy."

"HAHA hey, dude, sir, man. you wanna play some 'i spy'? we don't have anything else to do. no? too bad, we're playing it. i spy a loser who doesn't wanna play i spy. hint: he's holding me right now."

"okay i know i'm supposed to be this super evil sword and beg to be used - woah that sounded real wrong - but can you at least clean me when you're done killing shit? if you don't, i'm gonna refuse to respond to you and you'll look like a dumbass trying to wield me."

"i can't hear you lalalalalalala you're not being very it girl right now lallalalaalalalla-"

somehow, this is worse than if xin mo was actually eating away at his brain.

weirdly enough though, as luo bingge starts spending more time with this weird ass, seemingly possessed sword, it starts to become more of a.. comfort to have it by his side than pure annoyance. he finds himself responding to it more, like, actually having full on conversations with it. it puts him at ease, wielding xin mo. the hatred doesn't consume him, instead, it seems to soothe the burning rage (and, admittedly, just replace it with small irritation) that holds onto his darkened heart.

xin mo is actually quite kind and caring, for a sword that's supposed represent and be the literal embodiment of sin. sure, it is a hassle to have it cooperate with him sometimes, and it does just ramble on and on about the most random things ever, not giving a single shit if bingge was in the middle of sleeping with maidens and slaying those who get in his way. for the first time, bingge feels so comfortable around something.

it's.. odd. what was supposed to be the turning point in his life, a big step in his plan for revenge, is now something akin to an... acquaintance. not like mobei-jun, or any of the women he's come across, but an actual, dare he say, friend.

sometimes, he finds himself thinking all of this delusional. is this what people were driven mad by? perhaps they simply could not handle dealing with a talking sword. he understands that xin mo was undoubtedly unbearable to be around at the beginning of their alliance, but it has never actually beckoned for blood, power, and sex. if anything, it does the opposite.

maybe he's the delusional one. maybe this is xin mo's way of getting to him.

maybe, xin mo should be considered a thing. the thought feels terribly laughable, as if he were witnessing a person horribly explain themselves. it also makes his teeth grind together in pure agitation.

"hey, you know, you didn't deserve any of the things they did. it wasn't your fault, binghe. the fact that you're half heavenly demon doesn't make you a monster, or any of that wild stuff.. uh, i'm here for you, okay? i know you don't really like talking about all of this or opening up, but i just want you to know that you can.. talk about it. it's not like i can tell anyone else, anyways.

hey- shit i didn't mean to make you cry! wait, wait it's okay to cry! you need to let it out anyways, i promise it doesn't make you weak. there, there. i don't have any hands, so me patting you on the head with my handle will have to do. there, there.. everything will be alright, you'll be okay. i'll be here every step of the way, even if you want to get rid of me."

xin mo, the demonic sword, is more of a person - a good person - than anyone he'd ever come across.

...and then bingge and the xin mo transmigrator become besties or he falls for the damn sword. knowing him, he probably doesn't even know the difference between platonic and romantic attraction anyways. maybe bingge gets a plant body for xin mo using airplane's wack writing. idk i typed all of this down in one sitting.

(plot twist: it's not that the transmigrator xin mo had the opposite effect, it was literally just a placebo effect. luo bingge thought that, and thus it actually did help him lmao)

[bunnieswithknives]

What if I made FOP ocs what then. Meet Wolf, the most well meaning Anti-Fairy you will ever meet and Flowers, its violently playful fairy counterpart who had to be banished from Fairyworld for repeatedly almost killing people :3

[thunderstomm]

Lezah and… Ved??

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

Oh, little Sunshine. You don’t need to lie.

It's more than okay to let them know you're not feeling okay.

Please? We can see you're burning up.

he's cranky and requires beauty sleep-

[saiintvalentiine]

ok so @kiquebi made a post about Wifies adopting a parrot and it having beef with Parrot and I'm. a little obsessed. so I wrote an itty bitty thing abt them! thanks for letting me write this QB :) divider

Word count: 524

“I don't see why you need to constantly bring that bird everywhere.”

Wifies doesn't sigh, but Fairy does squawk. He's perched on a rafter, watching them both keenly, feathers puffed up, cyan and large and intimidating.

“I don't bring him everywhere,” Wifies explains patiently for the third time. “He does what he wants. I only trained him to keep away from me when I'm working on redstone, of which he's doing a great job of.”

He's got his sleeves pushed up over his elbows, redstone stained up to his wrist. Parrot had asked for help building an automatic archery range for the Warriors to practice, with moving targets and an arrow collection system. Wifies likes the challenge of such a mechanical beast, so even if it wasn't Parrot asking he'd still do it.

It helps that Parrot’s the one who asked though. They're working on their relationship right now. However, Parrot and Fairy are a bit. . . adversarial.

Fairy chirps and “says” keep away, keep safe. It's what Wifies tells him when he's working with redstone so he won't inhale any redstone dust and get sick.

“Good job Fairy,” he calls out with a little smile. “You're so smart.”

So smart, so smart!, Fairy repeats. When Wifies looks up, Fairy is walking across the rafter, flapping his wings proudly. Parrot, surrounded by observers and repeaters that he's crafting for Wifies, is glaring at Fairy.

“It's very obnoxious.”

“It's a parrot, that's what it does,” Wifies rolls his eyes. “If he bothers you that much, you can leave. I'm almost done with this for today anyway.”

“You're telling me to leave instead of the bird?!” Parrot sounds torn between anger and disbelief.

“The bird isn't complaining about you, is he?”

Wifies!, Fairy calls out in a way that sounds very reminiscent of Ken. Wifies, Wifies.

“Hi Fairy,” Wifies stands up and wipes his hands off with a rag. Fairy swoops down to perch on his shoulder as soon as the rag is gone. “Fairy! Bad, no, there's redstone everywhere!”

Fairy presses his beak to Wifies's cheek, ignoring his scolding and letting out a little mwah! Wifies feels the anger and worry drain out of his body. He's easy, okay? He turns his head and kisses the top of Fairy's head a few times, walking away from the redstone and Parrot. Fairy does it again as soon as he stops kissing him, mwah, mwah, mwah!, while pressing his wide, chipped beak into Wifies’s face.

“You're still bad for getting so close to redstone, but I forgive you because you're the sweetest bird in the whole world,” Wifies says. Fairy chirps and whistles and “kisses” him again.

Parrot mutters something indistinct behind him, appearing on the opposite side of Fairy’s perch.

“I think that's enough for today,” Parrot says, frowning like he's personally offended by the way Fairy “kisses” Wifies.

“It's getting late,” Wifies agrees. “I'll see you tomorrow Parrot.”

Fairy peeks over Wifies's head to stare Parrot down, and Parrot stares Fairy down right back. Wifies sends a prayer to whoever may be listening. Being the man between two strange birds may be the end of him.

[captainuranium543]

No hate but when I do read fanfiction I will go out of my way not to click on nalu fanfics that are older then 6 years because for whatever reason everyone back then seems convinced that every girl in the show wants natsu and they need to specifically write it to put EVERY OTHER GIRL IN THE SHOW down by comparison to Lucy to make it VERY CLEAR that Lucy is that natsu likes. Like chill dawg he's all yours😭😭

[moonsundra]

Feel like this world needs a reminder that Freed is hot

[i-may-be-an-emu]

(grape depression spoilers)

UHM OKAY WAIT

IN GRAPE DEPRESSION

ALESSANDRA (the blue fairy) SAYS PINNOCHIO WILL JUST BE A DEAD KID.

WHEN HE DIES AND TURNS TO WOOD HE REFERENCES THIS.

HE HEARD.

PINNOCHIO HEARD THIS. HE HEARD THE FAIRY SAY HE WAS “a bit sh**“ AND HEARD HER SAY HIS DEATH WOULDNT MATTER BECAUSE GEPPETTO ALREADY HAS A DAUGHTER AND A VINYARD.

THIS POOR CHILD.

HE ALSO HEARD HIS FATHER’S DISTRESS AT THE IDEA OF LOSING HIM BUT HE HEARD HIM STILL NOT MAKE A DECISION.

NOW IM WONDERING HOW MUCH ELSE HE OVERHEARD. WHAT IF HE KNEW HE DIED. WHAT IF HE JUST SAID HE JUST “had a little sleep” TO COMFORT HIS FATHER.

WHAT IF HE FEELS RESPONSIBLE FOR MAKING EVERYONE FEEL OKAY ALL THE TIME. WHAT IF HE FEELS GUILTY.

[rapha-reads]

Mu Sheng: *is a half demon with grey hair*

Ling Miaomiao: *is definitely not afraid of him, quite the contrary*

Me:

Seated, invested, into it, hell yeah.

Between Fangs of Fortune and now Love Game in Eastern Fantasy, coming right after The Double, I am being fed so well.

[babeilovemonsters]

You know what? I'm so BORED of big monsters. Okay no, I absolutely love big monsters. Monsters that tower over you. But when I'm in a size kink mood, and I specifically want shorter monsters, absolutely zero content. So you know what? I'm making my own.

I can probably do a bigger post about different types eventually, but today, I want fae.

I want a short fae. A piskie, pixie if you're not Cornish like I am.

They stand at no taller than 1ft, usually only 13 inches, and live mostly in trees. Their skin feels more like scales, similar to the bumpy, rough texture of a bearded dragon, with tiny spikes, and often comes in green, orange, brown, and other such colours, and smoothed down their back is much softer than up towards their head. They have big, pointed ears on the sides of their heads, similar to a deer's in shape, with thin, jagged ends, mimicking that of a leaf. Their wings are also very reminiscent of leaves, but aren't for flying. While their bones are hollow like a bird's, they don't actually fly, but rather glide. That being said, they can hold their air time for quite a long while, travelling up to half a mile with the right height and wind strength. Their claws are sharp and perfect for climbing, and their feet are also similar to a lizard's, so they can still grab on. They have small, wirey thin tails, for keeping balance in the treetops, only reaching to their knees. Their eyes are big, and dark, perfect for spotting little details under the blanket of nighttime. Being omnivores, they have both sharp and flat teeth, similar to a dog's.

Some choose to wear clothing, fashioned out of leaves, ripped fabric, litter, and even wooden armour. But not all find dignity in covers, and so choose not to. This is a respected practice, so long as they keep their sexual deeds private.

Their genitalia is able to be concealed, hidden in their sheathes until horny enough to awaken and slide out on their own. The females are larger than males, and tend to be thicker in muscle mass. Males are smaller, thinner and faster, but not as strong. Thus, females are often the ones in charge. They aren't mammals, and ultimately lack breasts, laying eggs instead. During breeding process, the fucking is normal, until the eggs are fertilised. After the females are successfully bred, they'll wait a few weeks for the eggs to develop enough, before taking down some unfortunate mammal, usually a human. Y'know, cause these fae are cold blooded. They aren't warm enough for the eggs. All the currently pregnant females deposit their eggs via an organ reminiscent of a female hyena (if you know, you know), and keep this incubator nearby, before either letting them go or eating them when the job is done. Depends on how they feel.

Because of this, it's not uncommon for female fae to fall in love with the human. But it IS uncommon for the males to. The males don't really have a need for the human. But you know how it is. Maybe they just get curious, or have a human kink. They're not instinct driven animals, they're people too. They might just like humans. Hell, the human doesn't even have to be the incubator for a fae to fall in love! They might fall for someone who frequents the woods quite often. Maybe the human feeds the wildlife, or plants flowers in the trees. Maybe they bring their dog(s) every day, and the fae find it cute. Everyone has their individual reasoning.

Personally? I wouldn't wanna be an incubator. Sounds hot in concept, but realistically thinking, I wouldn't be very comfortable. But I'd love to feel a gaze on me in the woods. It starts very slightly, probably just a squirrel or bird, I think. But then I start getting that feeling more intensely. Sometimes the feeling follows me. Sometimes it starts the moment I enter the woods, like something was waiting for me in those trees. Sometimes I'd notice little flowers or berries put in specific patterns on the path ahead, always the same exact paths I take every day. I'd start leaving gifts in return, like little ribbons, or beads. I'd start noticing them delicately placed on the branches in decoration, and keep the collection going.

I just think it'd be nice. Having something wait for me every day.

However, piskies do tend to stay in 'packs'. I say packs lightly, as they are on the same wavelength as humans, probably moreso, and some aren't comfortable being compared to an animal. Sensitive topic. But point is, they stick together. You'd REALLY need to be someone special to have one leave it's family to accompany you, though definitely expect requests to visit.

Fae are smart. Incredibly smart. It'd find ways to get around, especially as small as they are. Maybe it'd hide in your bag? Or in the hood of a baggy jumper? Maybe it'd sneak alongside, hiding in the trees and bushes near the path, while keeping an ear out for your breathing and footsteps in order to navigate your location. In your house, perhaps it'd hide in the walls when company is around, giving nothing more than flash of mystery and wonder to your guests as they catch the slightest glimpse. It'd find ways to hide, while never really leaving your side. They are incredibly loyal, after all.

Most, but not all, piskies are asexual. They're not very sex focused. Of course, some are definitely kinkier than others, and they do get sexual pleasure, physically. Some are comfortable with the idea. Some are indifferent. Some are very much against it. But sex is rarely their first instinct. It's mostly food or games. This means you would probably have to initiate something. They'd do their absolute best, of course! But it can be difficult for something of their size to really do a good job. They weren't exactly built to satisfy monsterfuckers of other species. Maybe sex isn't their forte. You can definitely work with it! Some are wonders with their tongues, such long and agile muscles usually used for licking honey out of beehives, while others have more joy in using their hands and arms to reach in and drag their nails delicately across the insides.

But hey. If you can get a fae to love and trust you that much, you can do what you want with it. Cuddle, play, fuck... Just make sure your fae is comfy, and they'll never want to leave.

Hey, isn't it supposed to be the other way around? Damn, treetop piskies are pathetic, huh?