#fae miss

[amatteroffaes]

Why

Miss flutters around the room, arranging, cleaning, and rearranging trinkets on a shelf. The light reflecting off her wings occasionally causing iridescent flickers of light as the sunlight from the window lands on them. The Doll watches it's miss. Feeling as if it wasn't worth such a creature.

Doll: Why does Miss keep this one?

The thought had been lingering for the doll more and more, ever since it first had a home with Miss. The doll didn't feel as capable as combat dolls, or as magnificently crafted as some of the magically enchanted dolls with their beautiful and intricate designs. Miss could have had her choice of any of the dolls.

Miss simply responds with a glance and a smile.

That did not answer the doll's question.

Doll: Awawawa….

Miss pauses, looking over to the doll.

Miss: That's really troubling you? Why wouldn't I keep you?

Doll: This one is not special… It isn't strong like combat dolls. It doesn't use magic like some dolls do. It is just a simple comfort doll.

Miss flutters over to the doll and waits, expectantly, for the doll to hold out it's hand for to land on. When it does she lands, kneeling in the doll's hand.

Miss: You are special. You are mine. You are exactly what I need.

Doll: Miss could have a stronger doll, one that could protect her more; or a Doll that would help in other ways.

Miss: I don't need either of those. I need you. You make the world quieter. You hold me when the static gets too loud. You ground me when I start to lose myself. I keep you because there is no other doll that could do that for me.

Doll blinks slowly, processing the words that Miss is saying.

Miss: I need you because of what you are. Not for what you can do.

Doll: This one is glad Miss thinks so.

Miss: I know so.

Miss's wings flutter as she takes flight and resumes her tasks. Leaving the doll to think. The doll begins to feel lighter, the question fading for now. It is enough knowing Miss choses it. Knowing it has a place. A home.

[wormy-business]

I saw this question posed on tiktok, but I think Tumblr would really enjoy it too.

If a fae creature offered to give one million dollars for a bone FROM YOUR BODY chosen at random, how many bones would you allow them to take?

Light clarifications; The fae is not the one choosing the bones. The bone is taken at random. Each bone, no matter the size or importance, is worth a full million dollars. You must also declare the exact number first, you can't go bone-by-bone. You either say 2 or you say 10, you can't work your way up to a higher number. The bones are removed instantaneously, and the money is given immediately as well. You will not get in government trouble for acquiring the money.

Tell me in the tags/replies how many bones you'd let the fae take. And as always, reblog for bigger sample size.

[llamagoddessofficial]

time works so strangely in the fae realms........... sometime during your relationship with Nightmare you step through a fairy circle and-- you're in the mortal realm. many centuries before you were ever born. and there's Nightmare... a younger, more volatile Nightmare. and he doesn't know who you are....

There's a legend, at the Winter court. One that's old to the oldest courtiers. A legend that once, a thousand years ago, the famously solitary Nightmare did have lovers. Just as many as his brother, in fact. Until... he just didn't anymore.

Nightmare wasn't always the collected, magnetic King he is today. Long ago, he was a monster, a tyrant drunk on rage and greed - the tales of the rivers of blood he spilled are found in scrolls and tapestries alike. Flickers of his capacity for cruelty can still be witnessed, but they are nothing compared to the bonfires of old. Nightmare was vile thing that would take as he saw fit.

... Then suddenly, one day, he had someone by his side. Someone who knew his true name. They spoke in a strange manner, wearing strange clothes, knowing things that should not have been known. They talked to him in a way others would be killed for. For a single month, they were Nightmare's everything. Then they disappeared without a trace.

Nightmare wasn't the same after they vanished. The hot-blooded stallion had quietened. He went from a vicious maniac to a calm, reasonable King, who focused himself on improving the Winter realm. But he also lost something... a certain vibrancy he had before was gone. He never again took a lover.

... Most courtiers write that story off as an overly romantic retelling of Nightmare simply getting more mature over time, losing his lust for violence and settling into his position. It seemed preposterous that the man famous for treating flirtation like a personal insult would ever be the kind to change himself so drastically for a partner.

... But... you really do match the description of the mysterious newcomer in those legends.

Perhaps you remind Nightmare of that lost sweetheart. How romantic. It's nice to see the King finally happy, at least.

[rambleonwithrosie]

How is it that sometimes Lee Pace can look like the absolute definition of a generic white boy like you've seen guys in the supermarket that look like him and then other times he looks like the magical offspring of the fey and giants and the last mortal with a trace of faery blood... Someone explain this. Because I'm talking about Lee here not even the difference he can evoke in roles like between Ned the Piemaker and Thranduil the Elvenking I'm talking pictures of Lee that hit so dramatically differently that they give you whiplash

[madockisser]

since the fae have their own language, cardan is bilingual …

can u imagine him calling jude nicknames in his native tongue like ?!? he already refers to her as his “sweet nemesis,” and his “darling god,” but can you IMAGINE. pet names for jude in his own language… the possibilities .. and her being like “?? wtf does that mean are u insulting me” and he’d just smile at her bc he loves her sm but obviously has problems showing affection.

[mothiepixie]

were fae motti’s memories stolen from her?

Mmmm, not stolen per say. She decided that in order to retrieve her things from Dream was to play a game, but the deal for each item she failed to get in a timely manner Dream would keep a momento.

She thought he meant the item itself.

[swollenbabyfat]

Glow

[rainystressed247]

Rise and shine.

[purpldawne]

self inserts are great. some people have one they use for every media and i love seeing this one specific little guy people choose to represent themselves go on fun adventures and make friends with their favorite characters and fall in love with others. some people have a different insert for every media they ship from or even for every ship they have and that's??? honestly really impressive and cool how so many different things can represent a single person. sometimes they're fantastical and magical and sometimes they're just A Guy™ in Situations™ even if it doesn't really "fit" the media they're an insert for. and some of these designs?? SNAPPED my spine stole my bones yall are so talented

[fox-in-flowers]

Hey guys...I just thought of a kinda hilarious (read: hypocritical) parallel.

You know how it's a common theory that Rhysand is so harsh to Nesta because she failed his sisters and it reminds him that he failed his sister too. You know, the sister he failed by telling Tamlin where she and his mother would be at a certain time, and then Tamlin told his family, and then they were killed?

Now...why does that sound familiar?

Maybe because Feyre did the exact same thing.

She/he told Ianthe/Tamlin, whom she/he thought they could trust, only for Iantha/Tamlin to give that information to Hybern/Tamlin's dad, resulting in their loved ones being kidnapped/murdered.

And yet Rhysand never holds Feyre at fault for that. Never alludes to Feyre failing her sisters the way he says Nesta did.

Maybe because then he has to face that he is also partially at fault for his own family's murder. Because if Feyre is guilty for doing the exact same thing, then he is too, but at least Feyre's sisters are still alive...kind of.

[cariocake]

in this essay i'll explain why we're getting acofaf 2 set during a winterey ball after dungeon and drag queens 2

[amatteroffaes]

Miss stands over dollie, some arcane symbols etched into the ground surrounding the doll. Her eyes brimming with tears.

Miss: I had hoped never to need to do this.

Miss looks up, speaking to no one in particular.

Miss: Summon the council of witches. Time to mobilize the combat dolls.

Miss looks back down drawing a few more sigils onto the doll. They flare with an ominous glow and then she lowers herself down and lays against the doll sobbing.

[faenemy]

i return from the aether with starfire doodles

fire hair go brrrrrrr

[faefox9]

I'm indecisive so..

I'll probably try to write all of these at some point, but which one should I start first?

[moodboardofficial]

[witchofthesouls]

A crossover between TFP and my "there by the oceanside" series AU because of mermay.

The family portaled into TFP along with a metal transformation, got separated, and picked by the warring factions because the Autobots and Decepticons were curiously over the new signals.

Fae!June and the kids are on the Nemesis. Mer!Soundwave got snatched by the Autobots.

The 'cons are getting creeped out by the new carrier and the two sparklings. They're starting to figure out that something is really off with the femme, especially when Insecticons go missing with scrambled coordination in her vicinity. Fae!June enjoys Soundwave’s vicinity and doesn't mind his silences. The kids, however, miss their papa.

Meanwhile, Mer!Soundwave is in hell. He hates the Nevada heat, so dry and scorching, and he wants his wife and kids back. The 'bots are so confused by this guy. He has no T-cog, no understanding of Neocybex, and no point of reference when it comes to polite Cybertronian society. But he's able to survive porking down raw Energon crystals, deal with the revived Predacon, and has a far greater ease navigating humans.

Any thoughts of a clone had died when someone needed to go poke the guy out of the cold hidey hole of the deep mountain fissures and was an absolute menace to drag back from Antarctica missions.