#fae ages

[nocasdatsgay]

I need someone to explain to me how fae are old by the time they’re 1000~ cause

Sarah.

If that’s the math, you literally made all the fae in Acotar like the human equivalent of 50.

Feyre is gonna die at 500 cause Rhys old ass is already middle aged 😭😭😭

[egophiliac]

Since book 7 part 5 (the part where we meet Meleanor/Maleanor 👀) is coming to EN this month, i would love to see your take on lilia’s proposal to meleanor! i mean they were like little kids right? it couldn’t have been that serious…i think the only reason she even brought it up again is because she could tell lilia still genuinely loved her…(even if he didn’t realize it himself?) but, oh well! Let’s think about silly childhood shenanigans to numb the pain! ^_^ (orz)

oh shit?! get ready for a doozy guys, it's comiiiiiing ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

I chickened out of posting the whole thing (look, I get VERY carried away when it comes to these wacky kids and their Tragedy), but I do believe that it probably ended with Lilia getting embarrassed and just shoving the first thing he sees into his mouth to try and cover for it.

(we're just lucky it wasn't a frog this time)

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 329

Bruce was admittedly suspicious when Talia requests a meeting, and is admittedly still upset with the entire hiding Damian’s existence from him for literal years. But he also admits that he just… has to take a moment. 

“Run that by me again please?” He had to have misheard, right? Or gotten drugged by something maybe. 

Talia sighs, sounding just as tired as he felt. “Father’s tea supplier has moved to Gotham after an argument, and he wishes to discuss the agreement of him not entering the city- to speak with said vendor.” 

[magesandrogues]

[partfae]

when elrond finally sailed i like to think that he saw celebrían waiting for him on the shore and leapt from the boat, splashing through the waves until he could run to her, unable to bear even another moment apart.

[impish-baby]

Ooo what about a group of fae caregivers who have been watching reader for a while and deem that this baby can’t go on longer without being taken care of, to then lead the reader out into the woods to never get them go.

Love your work btw :))

Fae!!! My favorite honestly, I hope this is alright! ^^

Come along now, run away from the humdrum. We'll go to a place that is safe from greed, anger, and boredom - Fae caregivers x reader - ☘️

The woods have always felt like a second home to you. Towering trees that stretch into the clouds, babbling brooks, it's all so much more tranquil than your busting town. Sometimes, it even feels like the forrest cares just as much about you as you care for it. It's silly, you know, but it makes you happy.

The rumors of fae are forever present, but they do nothing to deter your longing for the wild. Old wives' tales are all they are, whisperings meant to keep children from wandering too far from home and getting lost. Even if there's truth to the stories, it's none of your business. Really, you just need to be polite (something you should already do) and guard your name, it isn't that difficult.

Leaves crunch underfoot as you travel the familiar path into the woods, the changing of seasons obvious. You're a little sad to see the green go, but it is only nature's coarse. The autumn season gives way for lots of good harvest at least, basket in hand in hopes of bringing a few spoils home. As you travel deeper into the trees, the sun is eventually swallowed by the canapy, beams of light being the only thing allowed through.

A fox catches your eye for just a moment, the creature staring at you from the undergrowth. You can't resist the urge to wave politey, so you do so before it scampers back into the trees. No matter how many times you see one, they're still so beautiful.

Everything is really, that's why you've found yourself crouched in front of a patch of mushrooms reaching out of the forrest floor. They're pretty, a light brown with frilled gills..

"I hope you aren't going to pick them, those are poisonous, they don't make for very good eating.."

The sudden voice from behind you causes you to fall flat on your bottom, a melodious laugh following. "Oh dear, I didn't mean to startle you.." they offer you a hand up, giggling all the while. "Are you alright, darling?"

You manage a nod as you're helped back onto your feet, thanking the man quietly. He's tall, probably taller than anyone you've ever met, and jewelry covers his form as if his beauty didn't speak for itself. His rings catch the light as he raises your hand to his lips.

"You may call me Briar, might I have your name?"

He doesn't falter for second as you shake your head, asking him to call you a nickname instead. "Oh, I get to choose, do I?" Brair rubs his chin like he's deep in thought before springing forward and playfully tapping your nose. "Sprout then, you're just a little thing, it suits you.."

You aren't the happiest about it, but you're in no position to protest. Briar only smiles and steps away, no longer in your personal space, but waiting for you. "Are you out to pick berries perhaps? I know a great spot. I was about to fetch some myself, actually.."

He's expectant, tilting his head at you. "We'll have to go away from the path, but I promise, they'll be the best thing you've ever tasted.." You're reluctant to veer away from what you know, but Brair assures you he won't get you lost, and the promise of goodies is tempting..

You think his smile can rival the sun with how bright it is when you agree, Brair taking your hand in his as you begin to walk into the thicket. It feels right almost having your hand in his, it's strange, you've only just met but he seems familiar. Like you've always known him.

"My friends and I are having a little bit of a party, actually.." He hums, swinging your intertwined hands back and forth. Brair laughs again when you ask about it, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. "A welcome home party, I suppose. One for a beloved member of the family.."

It feels like it takes no time at all to come across the bushes he was referring to. The path, however, is long gone. You don't notice, attention captured by Briar guiding you to sit beside him. He was right, the berries are like nothing you've ever tasted before. They're the sweetest, nothing compares to the burst of joy they give you when you sample one.

By the end of picking, your fingers are stained pink as well as your mouth. Briar hadn't snacked on the fruit like you did, only smiling as you had your fill. "See? Good, right?" He hums, brushing your hair away from your face. "You know.. I'm sure we'll have much more yummy food at the party, I'd be delighted if you came. " Briar pays no mind to your instantaneous about not wanting to intrude and.. and if the rest of the food is as good as what you just ate..

"Perfect.." Briar is already leading you away, although you're unsure when you started walking again. "Ohh, I can't wait.."

You can hear music in the distance, the sounds of merriment beckoning you home.

[boopshoops]

TWST OC INTRODUCTION - TCOAV

Salem Lee - The Profane and the Sacred

Name: Salem Lee

Nicknames: Maybell, Ichthys

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Bi-Sapiosexual

Birthday: June 29 (Cancer)

Age: 19 in canon TWST age, 21 in TCOAV AU

Height: 5'3 or 159cm

Voice Claim(s): Carolina Ravassa

Twisted from: ;)

Unique Magic: "The Witches' Sabbath" The witches' sabbath was once described as a nocturnal gathering to perform rituals for demons, now it is used by Salem to call upon others for aid. Using her familiar, Eugene, some of the surrounding nature can be pulled towards his body, morphing into what is essentially a black hole. Once absorbing enough material, Eugene can transform into a pitch black beacon. This solely alerts other magic users in a twenty-five mile radius to her location, and those who are around the beacon during its activation receive is a significant boost in power, along with less blot accumulation. However, the spell cannot be activated while she and Eugene are separated.

Grade: N/A

Job: Waitress (with hairdressing and baking commissions as a side)

Hobbies: Writing, baking, cooking, tarot reading, good old-fashioned reading, magic study.

Likes: Chocolate Pave, anything chocolate really, spring, summer, herbology, mycology, witchcore, goth music/style, lunar science.

Dislikes: Improper self care, being dismissed or ignored, nutella, mainstream sns, the dark, a messy environment, too much free time.

Fears: Losing loved ones due to negligence, being ghosted, not being taken seriously by those she loves, heights.

Summary: Moon fae, known for maturing similarly to humans and forgoing excellence in magic to trade for even longer life spans, are rare. Even rarer, however, are those like Salem, who work tirelessly to reclaim their magic in a magicless land. The results of her efforts? A sputtering, gooey, feline familiar with a tendency to absorb anything and everything.

Despite her typically serious and down to earth personality, this has landed her in trouble a good handful of times. She's no stranger to chaos, or the cops for that matter, but despite all of this, she is a gentle old soul with an endless capacity for care. She believes magic is the perfect means to keep her friends and family out of trouble. "No magic" seems like a stupid law in comparison when it could keep them all happy, healthy, and safe.

This belief does come with more downsides than simply breaking the law, though, as her abilities are quite... limited. While Salem has an unending passion for the craft, she also tends to overestimate herself. With her main focus being on fortune-telling and clairvoyance, she will often find herself extremely paranoid by the little things, given the (more than likely) chance her predictions are incorrect. Even with how much this may drive herself and her close ones crazy, she is, in the end, just trying her best.

Character Playlist - Outfit Inspiration - Moon Fae Info Post (TBD)

Author's Note: Salem has been around for awhile- though I never quite use her as often as I should. It felt like everytime I tried to insert her into some new AU, something would come up :P Anywho, She is a rather neutral character. She doesn't care a bunch about morality as long as it follows her own code- which, hey, I guess explains how she could end up with and be exes with Yuu Shi. Aftermath of doomed yuri? ya. Unfortunately she has not been transported outside of Dusk Summit like my other characters, so it will be awhile until there is more content with her. bUT i still wanna do more with her rather than just have her be "Yuu's ex."

[mushlector]

Fairy activities!

!! not my images !!

Play pretend

draw

color

make crafts out of acorns

use a stick and pretend it’s your wand

Wear pretty clothes

Get some cute wings to wear!

work on a garden!

make tiny terrariums

make a fairy garden! You can find most items for it at any dollar store.

swing on swings anywhere!

Go into the forest just a few feet

Picnic!

pack cute fairy-themed snacks into a lunchbox

journaling down your feelings!

sending cute notes to your friends

make flower crowns (guides are all over the internet if you need one!)

make pinecone bird feeders!

make fake mushrooms! (Mushroom shelves on the wall, mushroom bottles & jars, etc)

explore the forest & fields! (If you live near any)

draw and jot down the little ideas you get while exploring

draw the bugs & stuff you find!

Or: make up some bugs & critters!

draw any ideas you get for creatures.

if you live in a city, you can stay inside and make a pillow/blanket fort, with lanterns on the inside (my lanterns are metal sadly) and it’ll look very magical!

write some stories about you exploring as a fairy!

[mrsthunderkin]

I keep forgetting how MASSIVE Bart's dad is

Gatdamunit

Also lookit bby Bart when he still had his tail mybbyboy

[merakiui]

would you care to elaborate, lilia? :)

[birdy-the-artist]

Some ren faire pictures

[egophiliac]

redesigning my headcanon for Sebek's parents, based on important new information (SCALES)

(you can't see it but they're both wearing crocs)

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 191

So. Apparently immortality does in fact exist. And is apparently very easily accidentally achieved, if the fact an entire city has it now. 

The GIW will be waiting a very long time to be able to drop that ghost shield, because the city doesn’t seem to be dying out anytime soon. Or at all actually. It’s been several generations now. 

They might need to request assistance. Maybe before others start to investigate now that vigilantes are becoming a semi-common thing.

[fluffer5]

Humans and our insane biology

My 2nd entry to humans are space orcs.

So, I've always seen in movies that the intergalactic version of healing is via cryopads or filling an entire space tube with some sort of liquid and just chucking the entire person inside to heal for an indefinite amount of time depending on the severity of their injury.

Now, humans don't have the luxury of that. I can sorta theorized that the medical stuff the aliens use would include the use of nanites or galactic medicinal herbs that would speed up the healing process, bumping up a supposedly 10 years of physical rehabilitation and recovery to a few months at most and to those who get the quality herbs, then a few weeks.

Seeing as Earth would be seen as a deathworld, a term I've been seeing for planets that hold life forms but is seen as a hostile planet to other other galactic race, they would be baffled by the slowness of our healing process.

They might think, "Their planet is harsh so their healing process must be very fast". And they're half correct with that assumption. Even the most ill of humans can fight back on a lot of health issues even with minimal medical support.

Infection? Increased white blood cells and even developing a fever to kill this micro invaders via increased body temperature. The body not getting oxygen? Body falls into tachypnea or breathing too fast to get more oxygen. Any feelings of danger? Adrenaline pumps out to give you an extra boost of energy for fight or flight purposes. Injury leading to a cut somewhere on our skin? Have the platelet go over there and cover the cut and have the white blood cells round up the bacteria that could've entered. Hungry with no food? Let me use this fat tissue as energy.

Alien: You mean you heal slowly or very fast depending on your injury?! What if your body can't heal itself or what if you're too weak to do the healing?! *panicking from the stress since humans are technically considered as Eternal Younglings given that they're the fastest to die from their short lifespan*

Human: That's when we go to the hospital. Our version of your healing technology.

Alien: Oh, thank the stars. So how long do you stay in your cryopad if you have a deep injury?

Human: Depends on how deep. If it's just a small cut or a small bruise then we don't go to the hospital. But if the injury is super deep or an organ is not functioning well or we're bleeding from the inside, then we have doctors who put us to sleep with this chemical called anesthesia and they operate on the cut and fix the messed up organs.

Alien: *concerned alien noises* Doctors are like healers, yes? How do they exactly 'fix' you?

Human: So, they inject us with this anesthesia, wait for us to fall asleep, then cut their way through our muscle, fats, and tissues before seeing the organs, maybe cutting up a bit of it to send to the labs or fixing it up. I don't really know the exact details since I'm just your plain worker.

Alien: Child, 'healers' who cut up patients are called as kiarvetj, killers! *exasperated, panicky actions* How... how often did you say that you Terrans go to this hospital again?

Human: Oh, I'm not sure for the rest of my kind but for those who are healthy enough like me who can function and not collapse or vomit blood or get in an accident, then pretty much never. Besides, even if I want to know if I'm sick of something, the price to have myself be medically checked is too much. So I just make do with herbs and stuff.

Alien: I think I'm going to have a word with the UIC (Unified Intergalactic Council) about this... AGAIN!

[antlered-prince]

Given that fae can leave the realm whenever and use glamour to disguise themselves as human, what’s stopping a freshly turned fae from going back to the human realm and pretending nothing ever happened (except now they have cool powers and can’t lie)?

They'd have to learn how to glamour first, along with how to travel back and forth at will. But also there are still dangers to the fae in the human realm, such as iron or those who can break a fae's glamour and expose them. They also wouldn't have the fae realm's rules as available to them, so only small trades would work.

There are fae who live for long periods in the human realm though, so it is certainly possible.

[lemonsrosesandlavender]

Fae Bindings//1

I’ve this fantasy cooking about being a beautiful fae creature hoarding a mysterious magical object… that Lorroakan sends Rolan to fetch, post Rolan's bad ending. So here’s part 1. Explicit below the cut, 1396 words.

Warnings: corsets/body mod, fae seduction/Rolan-desperation-related dubious consent. Rolan’s bad game ending, Lorroakan abuse references. Future D/s relationship, discipline.

Rolan’s already exhausted and desperate, but this journey is a brief respite from his master, who is too anxious about keeping the Tower for himself to leave it. He has the sense that Lorroakan thinks he’ll die on the quest; and at this point, worn to breaking by everything he’s been through, he almost believes it himself.

But as he stumbles through the last set of traps into your lair, bleeding from briar lashes and drained of every last drop of energy, he sees you, sitting regally atop your throne of thorns. You glide down to cup his face in your hands, though you don’t help him up from where he’s fallen. Instead, you stroke his cheek, stray magic suffusing through his skin, watching him first blink in fear and then, weakly, submit to your gentle touch. The poor thing is almost broken, you can tell, driven to the edge by a lifetime of loss and cruelty.

‘You are safe now,’ you murmur, and though he begins to protest, you ignore him. ‘Sleep.’

The magic in your words laces itself into his eyelashes, drawing his eyes shut. How can he think straight, if he does not let himself rest? He might not understand all you have to offer. So you command him to sleep in your lap, and he does, all resistance gone. Not that he had much left in the first place

‘Rolan,’ you murmur, when he begins to stir, and suddenly he casts off the softness of the spell, eyes flicking up to you in panic.

‘How do you know my name?’ he demands. He knows, then, how important names are to the Fae. Clever mortal. He came prepared.

‘I asked you, whilst you were sleeping. And you told me.’

He frowns. Even with his face bruised, his nose clearly once handsome, if now broken, and eyes that flicker with hardship-dulled gold - you can see how beautiful he once was, and could still be again. How you would like to keep this one. How he, of all mortals, might finally be worthy.

‘You don’t know my full name,’ he mutters, and you look at him with pity.

‘You have no last name. You are Rolan. Just Rolan.’

His body tenses. Scowling, he pulls his face from your touch, sitting up even though it clearly pains him.

‘I came here for something. I must return it to my master soon, or he’ll be angry.’

‘The corset, I suppose.’

‘The… what?’ Rolan looks at you, confused. ‘I - was not told -’

‘Very few people know its true nature. I would guess your master doesn’t either.’

Rolan’s mouth flickers with contempt. ‘No, he wouldn’t.’

‘Rolan,’ you murmur, tracing a thumb over his hollow, tired cheek.

‘Why do you keep touching me?’ he mutters, though he makes no move away. He can barely meet your eye.

‘Because I like you,’ you murmur. ‘Pretty mortal. You are powerful, to survive my gauntlet. Intelligent, too. I watched you puzzle out each new obstacle, admiring your wits, your determination - ’

‘Lies,’ he whispers. ‘You are fae. Of course you’d tell me - what I want to hear.’

A tear trickles down his cheek; you lean in, as he gasps, and kiss it from his warm skin.

‘Zurgan,’ he whimpers. ‘What are you doing to me? You don’t want me.’

‘I do want you, Rolan. I want you to have my treasure. And when it is yours, you will know such incredible power. You will realise how much potential lies inside you still, unrealised - and I will help you strike your master down. I can see his cruelty, written on your face.’

Rolan flinches, and shakes his head. ‘He is immortal,’ he argues. ‘I cannot break the chains that bind his source of immortality - I have tried - and even if I could, she would try to kill me -’

You saw snatches of Rolan’s dreams as he slept, of a powerful aasimar patched together with gold, bound by a soul cage. Of the ugly sneer on a long, red-haired human’s face, as he raised his fist and the dream faded to black. Mortal or immortal - neither stand a chance against your trickery and power.

‘I will protect you,’ you promise him.

Interest - hope even - flickers across his face, before he frowns it away. ‘She is a demi-god!’

‘And I am fae. I will convince her you sent me on an errand of mercy, persuade her with my dancing tongue to leave you long behind.’

‘Then… I could move into the Tower,’ Rolan mutters, staring off briefly into the distance, before he jerks back to look you in the eye. ‘Or will you keep me here forever? Is that the deal?’

‘Would it be so bad, to stay here forever? To be adored? My home is full of magic. A mage’s paradise, yours to live in forever if you earn my favour. Though of course, when you are finished my task, the choice would be yours… if you can bear to leave me.’

Rolan swallows, looking up at you.

‘It… is a corset?’

You nod. ‘Spun from the silk of Feywild moths, and boned with dreams that I stole, each one a cage for its original dreamer that I freed them of. Laced with bark-rope from the tree that crosses our planes, weaving together the mortal and the fae. I worked on it for aeons, thinking of the one who might wear it - who would offer themselves to become perfect for me.’

‘And it will grant me power?’

‘It will take some time; a year or more, to lace you tightly enough, But when it is fully closed, then you will feel its power.'

‘Ah.’ He frowns. ‘It will not fit me then. My spine is ridged.’

So quick to assume the worst; to deny himself. The mark of one so broken by disappointment that hope brings only pain.

‘Lovely mortal. Do you think I don’t see your horns? My gift fits the one who deserves it. It will reshape itself to accommodate you… just as you will be reshaped, to fit perfectly inside it.'

‘Mmmff!’

His face is pinched with feeling, though he tries his best to stifle both it and the filthy, lustful noise that slips from his lips.

‘Rolan,’ you whisper. ‘Do you find me beautiful?’

‘Very,’ he admits, his eyes adamantly shut.

‘Look at me,’ you say. ‘Look at me, and say it again.’

His irises glow, as he opens his eyes wide and glances at you, biting his lip. ‘I find you - very beautiful-’

‘Do you want to be mine? Protected by me? Moulded by me?’ Your voice drops to a velvet murmur, soft and seductive as a flower petal. ‘Fucked by me?’

‘Oh Gods!’ he gasps. His cock stiffens beneath his robes, obvious and inviting. But you have to be asked; you know the rules, as well as any fae.

‘That is not an answer, my sweet.’

‘I shouldn’t - you will betray me - ensnare me -’

‘I will never betray you,’ you murmur, stroking his hair. ‘I will treasure you. You will submit to me, but willingly; I will discipline you, but you will know its purpose. And I will praise you and caress you in far greater measure, until my challenge is complete - and then, as I promised, the choice will be yours.'

Rolan breathes tightly, looking at you, and for a moment you think with some reluctance that this lovely man will resist; will go back to his unhappy life and miss the greatest chance he will ever be gifted. Revenge, renewal, power - and love. All of it could be his. Of course, when he feels the bliss, the void of all thought and responsibility that your adoration offers, he might find it difficult to leave; but that is not your problem. If the touch of the fae is intoxicating, it will be his choice to drink.

'Choose, Rolan,' you whisper.

His hand slips up, brushing your cheek, and another tear rolls down his own - but his brow sets in determination.

'Yes,' he says. 'Yes - Gods have mercy - yes -'

Seizing at your arms, he buries his head in your chest, and you let him rest there a while, glowing with pleasure at this long-awaited embrace. At last, he stirs, and you bring his chin up until he faces you.

'Cast off your clothes,' you tell him. 'And we will begin.'