#fae folk

[fairy-magick]

[elf-witch-in-the-woods]

✶ Medieval Unicorn ✶

[prinnay]

Flower child

[nyxshadowhawk]

One day, I'll have kids, and my kids are going to want to go on the internet. And this is what I'll tell them:

The internet is like Fairyland. It is a wondrous place, a place of many marvels and many opportunities.

It is also a dangerous place, with strange rules that often seem arbitrary — to navigate it, you have to learn its fairy-logic, and learn to speak its language.

It is a place of tests and trials — the folk can be cruel, pointlessly so, just because it amuses them. It's often not personal, even if it seems like it is. The worst are the Trolls, but they will lose power if you don't engage with them.

It is a place of illusion and lies. Everyone wears a mask, and not all the masked people are actually people. Don't believe everything you see or hear, for illusions are everywhere.

Time moves differently there. Entire days can go by, seemingly in an instant.

Do not accept anything you're offered, and be very careful to whom you tell your True Name.

[elf-witch-in-the-woods]

𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍, 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖜𝖊 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖓𝖔 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊

[faytree]

Pixel forest art 🦌🌿💐🧚

[plantsexuaboy]

fucking your fae bf outside so good that he grips the grass & plant life starts to grow rapidly around you both.

sucking ur tree boy off so good that spring comes early

[ominous-faechild]

✨ glow up✨

FAERIE'S DAWN (f4-1)

CHAPTER 4: ON WHAT GROUNDS? (part 1)

CHARACTERS:

⚜ Scamall “Cloud” Fae (pov) ⚜ Spéir “Sky” Fae

SETTING:

[a wild, overgrown forest plane] [on the edge of Kilrey's dominion] [in the forest] [in the brambled walls of a cage of thorns] [night; foggy]

approx. 1 BA (talamhdé timeline)

story intro table of contents chapter one < last part next part >

Sky: [gives a quick, deep nod as he takes her hand in his]

Sky: [visibly dissolves into a translucent blob of darkness. The change starts from his head before spreading down, through each of his limbs. And, when the transformation reaches where his and Cloud's hands met—]

Cloud: [—fingers—and, soon, the rest of her body—go cold and numb before losing all feeling as the shadow-infection spreads through them]

Cloud: [would be panicked as she loses every sense and control of her body, but knew to expect this. They've done this before, in emergencies]

Cloud: [and, besides that, trusts Sky. Knows he'll return control to her as soon as he's done what he said he would]

Cloud: [even without any true feeling of her body, 'feels' as—]

Sky: [wraps his arm tight around her, hugging her protectively against his chest. And, once she's secure against him, shifts them through the shadows, phasing them through the thicket-barrier separating them from Nova]

Cloud: [can't see—can't feel anything—but watches through the movement of air around them as Sky moves their incorporeal forms through all of the many, many physical barriers around Nova]

Sky: [and, finally, comes to a stop near a strange concentration of essence]

Senses: [hit Cloud like a Faewilde storm with their return]

Skin: [crawls, sending a prickling feeling down and out through her body—]

Sound: [goes from absolute silence to a roar; the quiet, distant chirps of fae-crickets overpowering after the complete lack of sensory input—]

Light: [all but blinding despite its dimness, but—]

Cloud: [naturally floats as she reforms, having always been far more comfortable in the air… though it cost much more essence to allow herself to do so]

Sky: [at the same time, nearly collapses, his knees buckling under him—]

Cloud: [expecting it—since it'd happened just about every other time they'd done this—quickly solidifies herself, gets a firm stance against the ground, and hefts his arm over her shoulders to help him stand]

Sky: [simultaneously tense and slumped, leans into her with a furrowed brow and lowered ears as he quickly scans the area—]

Cloud: [feels the tips of her ears drop to her shoulders as a sudden wave of panic hits her]

Cloud: [breath catching in her throat, quickly looks up to survey her surroundings—]

Siblings: [trapped in an encasement of tree trunks, roots, branches, and dirt all domed tight around them, even blocking light from reaching inside]

Nova: [half-buried in the center of the 10-foot dome. Passed out and slumped against a root that's wrapped around them—pulling them into the earth!]

Cloud: [heart skipping a beat, doesn't even think—]

Cloud: [with all her magical might, grips what little air was within the dome to lodge it between Nova and the root like a crowbar, then forcibly expand it]

Root: [noisily cracks—]

Sky: [tenses, clumsily wrapping his other arm around Cloud's waist as his essence flares around them—]

Forest: [completely shatters around them, breaking apart into fractions of itself that scatter about—]

"Forest": [now a loose collection of endless, untethered trees, dirt, rocks, and wildlife all floating around in an empty sky—]

[Although Sky hated talking about anything even connected to it, the siblings have seen something like this once before...]

[Only. Once.]

Darkness and cold: [abruptly surrounds and absorbs Cloud again, stealing her senses away—]

Darkness and cold: [before almost instantly disappearing, plunging Cloud into the world again as Sky slumps at her side]

Cloud: [panics, her heart pounding, but quickly pulls Sky close—withdrawing her essence from around Nova to instead lighten Sky in her arms—and picks up her brother to stumble backwards]

Sky: [wakes up again with a jolt, but only turns in place to break out coughing violently into his arm, trembling—]

Roots: [solidify once again around Nova with a flash of light, tightening around them. Before Cloud can react, they pull the faerie into a chunk of dirt that then drifts away from the siblings—]

Faewilde: [at the same time, wells up behind Cloud, blocking her from moving any further back—]

Cloud: [panicking, struggles to breathe and see through her tears—]

Cloud: [frantically looks from the chunk of dirt Nova's buried in to the wall of earth behind her, then the rest of the Faewilde crumbling around them]

Sky: [coughing weakly in her arms, but reaches for some of the ambrosia in Cloud's pockets to shove it in his mouth, struggling to choke it down]

Faewilde: [swells around the siblings; the trees stretch and elongate into wormlike appendages resembling fingers, which then creep toward the earthen platform Cloud's trapped on]

Cloud: [suddenly remembers—]

Cloud: [heart pounding in her chest, to herself) … this feels like a trap. This feels like a trap!

Cloud: [painfully swallows against the lump in her throat, weakly pulling Sky closer]

Sky: [trying to pull a Nova by forcing down a second piece of ambrosia, though it's much harder and working a lot less quickly for him—]

Sky: [has an intense look on his face, but speaks carefully) "if you really want to do this, I can teleport us the rest of the way. But it's going to take a lot of what I have, and you're going to have to be prepared in case the forest attacks us."

Cloud: I was not ready… :'D

Cloud: [crying silently, can't help a broken smile as she takes in the broken, scattering Faewilde around her]

Cloud: (still to herself, weakly) … though… it's not like I ever thought I'd somehow manage to get myself in this situation… so how could I have been ready? :'D

Tree-hands: [slowly close around the edges of the platform under the siblings, tipping and wobbling it]

Faewilde: [at the same time, suddenly vibrates]

Voice: [echoes through the land itself, speaking in a warped voice and sounding strangled) "what… motive!?"

Cloud: [freezes, her breath catching in her throat as she hugs Sky even closer]

Sky: [hesitates, ears drooping and going back as he looks toward Nova again]

Cloud: (voice wavering, incredulously) "wh-what!?"

Faewilde: [grows tenser, hotter, and tighter, ramping up the pressure around the two]

Faewilde: [reverberates, in the same warped and strangled tone) "with the… faerie… motive!?"

Cloud: [breath catching again and ears going back uncertainly, hesitantly looks back toward Nova's approximate location… or, at the clump of dirt she was pretty sure encased them]

Cloud: [hesitantly looks around again, uncertain where to focus her attention]

Cloud: (her own voice strangled) "I just… want to help them? I'm—"

Cloud: [weakly makes a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob, using her magic to wipe her tears from her eyes]

Cloud: (brokenly) "I'm sorry?"

Pressure: [eases on them]

Earthen platform: [tips and wobbles as the giant, wooden fingers finally separate from it, releasing it]

Voice: [once again reverberates, strangled) "not… hurt?"

Cloud:

Cloud: [stunned, stammers) "wh—hurt!? NO! I—"

Cloud: [eartips drag against her shoulders as she awkwardly looks away, turning to look despairingly at the ground beside her foot]

Cloud: (voice thick) "—I would-wouldn't do anything to hurt them…"

Cloud: [hesitantly looks back up, pressing her back against the earthen wall behind her and anxiously scanning the broken Faewilde around them]

Cloud: (pleadingly) "not—not even take their essence, if that's what you think! I—I mean, I don't even think I even could, but—..."

Pressure: [quickly, completely eased around her following her first statement]

Faewilde: [and, before she started to trail off, slowly floated back together to reform into a forest]

Forest: [much more peaceful than the one that'd fallen apart on them. No longer full of unruly, tangled thickets forming literal barriers—now seemed like an ordinary Faewilde forest… with an endless array of wobbly trees, wild nature, and endless magical phenomena causing all kinds of chaos]

Earth: [and, finally, spits Nova out, leaving them splayed across the forest floor, unconscious]

Air: [shudders again with one final echo, though it's weaker and quieter than before) "pro…tec… t…"

Cloud:

Cloud:

Cloud:

Cloud: [slowly, hesitantly looks down at Nova]

Nova: [passed out in the dirt, slowly curling into a ball and shivering]

Sooooo... what do you think of all of THAT!? 😉😘

Crazy how the Faewildes Itself came to Nova's defense like that, huh? Why do you think it did? And, oh BOY, how did you like the descriptions and imagery of the magic???

How did the Faewildes' movements come across? Like, both description-wise (did it sound cool/was it understandable?) and in general! Was it interesting? Did it seem dynamic/fluid/abstract/alien?

And what about that shadow magic stuff Sky pulled off? 😉😄

Or the general panic between him and Cloud when the Faewildes turned against them...?

story intro table of contents chapter one < last part next part >

divider by @thecutestgrotto

[runmienn]

King of spring and fairies

[japhers]

icy peepaw

[fairylandblog]

Lobsterwoman

[iridescent-witch-life]

Kelsiebru

Haha anyone else feel this way sometimes?

[punklily2]

rewatched the first pixie hollow movie the other day and i was compelled to draw them

[monstersholygrail]

Two words: Faerie lawyer

Omg it could be like that meme with the monster deals.

You had gotten into some seriously issues and you had no idea what to do. Not only was human law enforcement up your ass, but the magical law enforcement was fucking you over on their glitter-covered cocks and leaving you to clean up the mess. No aftercare in damn sight.

But the real issue was that no lawyer, human or otherwise, wanted to take your case! They were all too scared. Not of you but what the hell you got yourself into. It wasn’t your fault. You were always weak for a charismatic douchebag who promised he loved you but then framed you for a series of crimes he committed. What can you say, you have bad taste.

It wasn’t until you were guided out of your temporary cell and into a questioning room to see a lawyer with his back to you that you finally had hope threatening to sprout within you. Until the idiot turned around and you instantly pick up on his Fae ears. The moment you sit down he starts to spout out some wonderful words of grandeur, promising he can get you off and set you free. Your brows rise at his word choice.

“And what will it cost me?” You finally ask once he’s done giving his whole sales pitch (mini-canons and sparklers included). A wicked gleam passes over his features and it sends a shiver racing down your spine. What kind of shiver? You know yourself well enough to figure it out.

“Oh, nothing much. I merely want to have your firstborn child. In exchange, I will help get you off.”

His words send another shiver throughout your entire body. Meeting his intense stare you narrow your eyes, trying to figure out how you can manipulate this to your advantage. You’re in a battle of wits with a Fae and you did not consider that possibility when you wondered the other day how long you could stay awake before insanity started to set in awaiting your trial.

“Deal,” you finally say. The Faerie’s eyes sparkle with mischief. Though it falters as you mirror the expression. “So when do we get to it?”

“HMMM? Pardon me?”

“You said you wanted to have my firstborn. Well, I’m ready to begin when you are.”

The Faerie Lawyer’s cheeks flood with color. His face turning warm under your suggestive and mischievous smirk. He squirms in his suit, the blasted outfit suddenly feeling too tight and too warm to keep on for a moment longer. His eyes blaze with lust and he looks just about ready to take you on the metal table standing between you two. The one you’re conveniently chained to.

He did not consider this possibility earlier when he decided to take advantage of being selected as your court-appointed attorney. But hey, he’s not complaining now.