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Prompt 139

Geralt has noticed some... Things... About his traveling companion, Jaskier. Troublesome things. Like how he's almost certainly of faeblood. It's just little things he does or says or is that make Geralt's imaginary radar go off. He never uses iron utensils, He is truthful to a fault, He's mischievous and lustful, He never breaks a promise, not in an honorable way, but almost in a way as if fate is forcing his body to complete whatever he promised, no matter what. He's also gorgeous. Even in times when the road should've worn him down. Where there should be dust or grime, Jaskier somehow still shines like a freshly polished jewel. And don't even get Geralt started on the impossibility of Jaskier's freakishly vibrant blue eyes. That is NOT human! There are always wildflowers when Jaskier walks in the woods, even sometimes when they are out of season. Trees seem to bend toward him, always making a cover for the rain to keep him dry. When he went swimming, Geralt swears the water looks cleaner afterward. One time Geralt got tired of human-safe food, and decided to cook their dinner that night differently. He cooked one serving all the way, safe for humans, and one only a little, still nice and raw, unsafe for humans. And yet Geralt came back from feeding Roach to find Jaskier happily chowing down on the raw one. Geralt went to warn him, but stopped. Could Jaskier really not tell the difference? Surely the texture and taste was different... And then Jaskier was done. Geralt waited a few days, just sure Jaskier would fall ill, as humans usually did when eating food Geralt has learned is unsafe for them, but Jaskier didn't fall ill. In fact, he seemed healthier than ever. Which could only mean he isn't human. When Geralt talks to Jaskier and hints about knowing however, Jaskier doesn't seem to realize. Which means he must not even know. Geralt paces around camp. How is he to break the news to Jaskier that Jaskier has fae in his blood? Perhaps his mother cheated, perhaps one of his parents were a changeling, perhaps a grandparent wasn't what they said they were, perhaps he, himself, is a changeling... Jaskier returns from a bathroom break and cocks an eyebrow at his witcher pacing around camp like a restless animal. "Geralt? Darling, what are y-" "Jaskier, you're fae." Geralt blurts. Fuck. That is not how he wanted to break the news to poor Jaskier. Jaskier is standing there, face paling, eyes wide, breath coming in short rasps. It's difficult news to deliver, and Geralt did it insensitively. Jaskier seems to be panicking. Geralt will help him, will comfort him. Fae or not, that's his Jaskier. Jaskier is freaking the FUCK out. Geralt found out he's fae! Fuckfuckfuck! He thought he was so good at hiding it! Sure, there were a few slipups here and there, as there is with any big secret, but he really thought Geralt was none the wiser! He should've known the monsterhunter would recognize a monster when he saw one. Now Jaskier must decide if he'll die by Geralt's hand, or try to outrun the witcher, as surely no man wants to be companions with a member of the trickster faefolk.

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[chubbymuffinclub]

whimsidhe A fae in the clover 🍀🌸 📷 @carinteresaphotography

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Redesigning old creatures based on the Spiderwick Chronicle Field Guide

[jev-urisk]

Wip Wednesday ✍️

Today i'm doing a little Way Back Wednesday and bringing you the first few paragraphs of Chapter One: Appearances (Klaus POV 🌻) from my story 🌐7 Circles🌐.

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Demyen Calvaire's parties have a reputation for being elegant and refined, and this is shaping up to meet the standard. The banquet hall is decorated entirely in white, from the marble floors, to the tablecloths and place settings, to the fine fabric draping elegantly down from the high, arched ceiling in decorative splendor. His PAs mill about all in snowy white, save for the chromatic silver collars they all wear, setting up trays of hors d’oeuvres and drinks. Even the goblets are a work of art, specially ordered for the occasion. They’re made of blown glass, shaped into roses with sharp, thorned stems. The guest of honour stands in high relief to the snowy décor. Demyen Calvaire's youngest son is dressed almost entirely in black. His vest is made of a dark satin embroidered with silver thread that matches the rings glinting on his fingers and the earrings that march up his ears, disappearing into his artfully mussed black hair. Only Klaus and his father know the truth: everything here is designed as a beautiful trap. "It would all look riveting with more red to contrast, wouldn't it Klaus?" The long-haired sire says with veiled threat, long canines on display as he smiles at his bastard child. "Though, it would be best if we waited for your honoured guests to arrive first–hmm, half-breed?" he adds with a quiet sneer, his voice too soft to be heard by the non-demonic staff working on final touches. "If that ever comes to pass, you must find whoever you sell me to and tell me how you managed to explain away your involvement, Father," Klaus replies, baring his own fangs in what most people would mistake for a smile. "I'd love to see what excuse you feed to the Sovereign Executive for how I escaped your notice for such a long time." Demyen turns on his heel, facing away from where others might see his livid expression and gets nose to nose with his son. They looked remarkably similar, from the color of their hair to the shape of their jaw, both handsome as a lust demon is expected to be. As immortal creatures, even the age of father and son has started to appear congruent despite the centuries between them. But the son is more tanned, the father's hair longer, and the contrast of their eyes cut sharply as Demyen's rosé irises look piercingly into the deep onyx gaze of his son.  "Perhaps I'll tell the truth- that a conniving fae whore tricked me into siring you, and if I had not been magically bound to that hellish deal I would have slain you rather than sheltered you," he hisses, before gritting his teeth in a charming smile and turning back around as the double-doored entrance to the ballroom opens, signalling the arrival of their guests. 

Ah, good 'ol daddy issues. 😌🔥 This is basically how the book starts and it is so so fun and exciting to me how far things have come already, and how much support I've received already! 😵‍💫💕 Here's to a year of more 7 Circles content and spectacular mutuals!

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[loonybun]

Meeting Aisling (CYOA) 2

sorry i am a VERY slow writer and work on bursts of inspiration and writing sprints so this took FOREVER to write. anyways here it is.

contains: more fae shenanigans, implied magical manipulation, exhaustion, fae carewhumper, invasion of personal space, abduction, The Horrors (fun stuff because my canon doesn’t 100% follow traditional folklore as i like to add things in), just creepy vibes but i’m sure everything will be fine and he’s actually 100% harmless. most definitely!!!

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“A photographer?”

He lights up and grabs onto your hands. Almost immediately, he lets go, but the fuzzy sensation dwells on your palm. The strange man continues on.

“That’s not something you hear everyday! I don’t know a ton about photography, but I may have seen some of your… Your picture-things! I never caught your name, actually. Would you mind giving that to me really quick?”

You can’t place why, but words send a shudder down your spine. Somewhere deep in your mind an alarm rings.

He’s still a stranger. You don’t give out your name to strangers. That’s just common sense. Sure, he seems friendly enough, but better safe than sorry. Instead, you give him the handle you use for your photography. That’s probably the main reason he was asking, anyway.

He’s obviously disappointed, but you decide to ignore the guilt. There’s an awkward silence before he speaks up again.

“—Well, follow me. Let’s get you somewhere safer, okay? You can call me Ai, by the way, but not like the ones you see with. Weird little nickname, but it’s what most people call me anyways. Unless we want to be formal with each other, but that doesn’t really seem necessary.”

His enthusiasm returns, and before you know it you’re practically chasing him through the dark forest. It’s hard to catch up with the way he deftly darts from tree to tree. You can hear him laugh as you fail to match his pace, and the sound echoes through the forest like the chimes of crystal bells, bouncing off of the trees.

Eventually, you manage to run up to him. He’d stopped to wait for you, and now he was sitting in the grass, grinning up at you strangely. The exhaustion overwhelms any urge to find the source of your anxiety. You’re still trying to catch your breath, and you soon find yourself down beside him. Ai pats the top of your head, patiently waiting for you to regain your strength.

“…The grass here seems so much softer. You don’t know why, do you? That’s okay. We’ll find out soon.” He murmurs, combing through your hair with nimble fingers. “Do you have your camera? You should take a picture-thing. This is a nice little spot. You probably won’t be able to find it again.”

You hadn’t even noticed, too concentrated on the soothing tones in his voice. You’d nearly fallen asleep right there. Oh god, you just cuddled up to a complete stranger. After a moment, you pull your thoughts together and focus on the area around you.

There’s still no signs of the campsites, but the area he’s brought you to feels safe all the same. Moonbeams stream in through gaps in the canopy above. The white light pours onto the plants around, casting them all into an ethereal state. You take your camera out of your bag and turn it on, eagerly looking at the screen—

But something’s wrong. Pink ebbs into the edges of the screen, and the middle keeps splitting into bars. You point the camera around in an effort to reset it. Ai curiously watches you struggle, that same odd smile still placed on his lips. For a moment, the camera pans over to him— or what should have been him. The bars on the screen seem to multiply and crack, barely obscuring something unfathomable and buglike. You look at the terrifyingly beautiful entity on the screen, then back to him. You hadn’t noticed his teeth before. They really shouldn’t be that sharp, should they?

“Is something wrong?” His voice still sounds so sweet. It makes you feel woozy. Sick. That thing wasn’t human. Where were you? The woods hadn’t even began to thin out. Had he taken you further in?

You shake your head, but you must have taken too long to respond. Once again, he’s by your side, a hand on your shoulder and the other positioned in front of the lens. He’s not smiling anymore.

Ai’s hold on your shoulder becomes firm, uncomfortable and tight.

“…—I didn’t… I didn’t know it did that. Huh. Well— I’ve dragged this out long enough. I was hoping you’d get a few last photos of your world though… Just as a keepsake. Oh well, Maybe it’s for the best.”

A surge of panic shoots through your body. You immediately push him away, stumbling back in the process. You need to get away. Fast. Whatever he meant couldn’t be anything good. Did he want to kill you? Why did he wait?

He’s picked up on your panic.

“Woah, woah! Hey! I don’t want to hurt you. It’s not like that, okay? I just— I need you to come with me. It’ll be an adventure! Humans still like adventuring, right?” The thing’s slowly getting closer to you. You don’t wait to hear whatever he says next. All you can do now is run. Keep running until you find some way out of this place.

Despite your exhaustion, you keep moving, weaving between the trees and taking as many turns as possible. Anything to get him off of your trail. You can hear him behind you. It doesn’t seem like he’s running, though. There aren’t any footsteps.

WHAM. A branch collides with your forehead, and you immediately fall back onto the ground. You need to get up. You need to get up now.

It’s already too late.

He scoops you up effortlessly, ignoring your desperate flailing.

“Oh, ouch... That looked like it hurt. Hopefully it’ll only leave a small bruise. Anyways, I feel like I’m leaving a really bad first impression. You wouldn’t mind giving me a do-over once we get home, right? I mean— I feel like it was going well! Up until you got all freaked out. Not your fault, but next time maybe don’t run off like that.”

He doesn’t look human anymore. You’re looking into the slit pupils of some otherworldly being. It hurts to think too hard about it. It hurts to think at all.

He carries you back over to the spot you two had been before, taking you a bit further. Dread fills your stomach as he steps into the center of a ring of mushrooms and the world begins to melt around you. You can hear him whispering some reassurances to you, but you can’t process what he’s saying. Your eyelids feel so heavy. You don’t resist when he kisses your forehead, causing you to drift away entirely.

Sleep takes you under. It’s a relief. Nothing hurts anymore.

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Your eyelids slowly open, glazing over your new surroundings. Sunlight streams in through a hole in the ceiling, as well as a window that has been thoroughly wrapped in vines. The bedroom is luxurious, but definitely not in any traditional sense.

There’s a large tree in the very center of the room. It’s a grandiose thing with slim leaves and dramatic pink flowers. It looks well taken care of. Still, it’s a weird decoration to have in the middle of a bedroom.

The man— or whatever it was— that brought you here is nowhere to be seen. That’s probably for the best. It gives you more time to find a way out of this place.

You notice the door parallel to the bed and immediately make your way over to it. Locked. You’re not sure what else you expected.

So that settles it. You’ve been taken hostage by some weird magical creature for god knows why and you have no way of knowing where you are. At least he hadn’t restrained you. You could still escape. Things weren’t over yet.

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[rosemaryprosser]

The gentle hum of the mountains (Aosta Valley, Italy 2023)

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[thestalebread]

Hey, quick question, do tumblr users not know that the general public have never heard of “the fae”

I swear, the way people on this site talk about the fae it’s as if their lore is as well known as vampires. Where did everyone learn this? Is this what that Fairyology book is about?

[dreamdropsystem]

BLEH - Kitt

[flusteredfools]

It's only snowed once but this has been in my head since, glad I got myself to finish it! Now to see if I will finish the mistletoe kisses, though I don't know if anyone but me wants to see it XD Although this scene isn't going to be in the Fic, I'm going to pretend. You can read my Faeful Hearts DCA AU Fic Here

[faerynova]

fairy based on angel wing mushrooms and some of my sisters characters

[oliversrarebooks]

Augusnippets Day 4: Amputation

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tw: amputation, drugging, restraints

Bramble struggled fruitlessly against the cold iron bonds that were keeping him chained to the table face down. The hated metal made him so weak, unable to use his magic, completely at the mercy of the human who had trapped him.

"Well, now, this is a fine prize." His captor ran a rough hand along his sensitive wing, making Bramble shudder. "Gonna fetch a hefty payout. Aren't I lucky?"

Bramble bit back tears, feeling violated by the unwelcome touch. He'd always been so proud of his wings, which shimmered like a hummingbird in the morning sunlight. This filthy human didn't deserve to look at them, much less touch them.

"I wouldn't move if I were you. You'll be real sorry if you do," said his captor, as Bramble flinched away from his hands. "On second thought, I'd better make sure you can't move. These wings are too valuable to spoil."

Just out of the corner of his eye, Bramble could see his captor approaching with a syringe filled with milky fluid. Bramble cringed but didn't fight it. If he couldn't escape anyway, he'd rather be unconscious for this. As the cold drug entered his system, he could feel his limbs becoming heavy and numb, his mind becoming disconnected from his body.

But his fear didn't subside, and Bramble realized that his captor wasn't merciful enough to make him sleep. He'd just drugged him enough to keep him from moving.

Bramble squeezed his eyes shut as his captor picked up a saw from the tray, unwilling to accept what was going to happen, right up to the moment when the blade bit into his wing root.

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[jev-urisk]

WIP Wednesday ✍️

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I am taking a short break from Kazimier and his tomfuckery to give you a teaser for book 2 because I MAKE THE RULES DESPITE WHAT KAZIMIER MAY HAVE US THINK.

This is POV of a new character, a banshee named Tizita, and I can't recall if I've posted this before lmao

Spoilers.

It's midnight on the marsh, and the full moon glints through the gaps in vegetation filled by dark waters. A mourning dove coos somewhere in the night, accompanying the quiet hums of the insects floating in the breeze that caresses the reeds and grasses as they sit in their pools.

One such pool stands apart from the rest, framed in smooth paving stones and without any foliage breaching its still water. It sits like a mirror in the dark, glistening with moonlight and perfectly ovular.

As the breeze gently disturbs the water's surface, the form of a person can be seen in the shallow pool. She looks almost ethereal in her white dress, which floats softly about her calves where the soft pleats flair. Her coiled hair is gray, despite the youth of her face, and frames the dark skin that shows no sign of decay. From her full round lips to the grey lashes of her closed eyes, she simply appears to be sleeping.

This was by no means a bed, but there was something serene about the young woman's place of rest. The breeze dies down, and the wetland shines once more from the reflection of the celestial overseer hanging in the sky.

The moon is the first thing the young woman sees when she wakes in the marsh alone.

The mirror of her pool shatters, water splashing and rippling as she breaks through the surface with a gasp. Her white eyes are wide as they look blindly forward.

"The Fae will rise again."

Before any other thought--where she is, why she was beneath the water, what had happened to her--five words come to her, and she breathes them frantically into the night.

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[loonybun]

TRICK OR TREAT!

hiii take this thing i wrote a while back!!

contains: faerie whumpee, hunter whumper, abduction (ish), loss of control/autonomy, burning, and implied cannibalism. fun lineup i know.

They poked their head out of the doorway, looking over the unfamiliar living room. Hand-knitted doilies and blankets littered the place, completely covering any furniture. A figure at the other end of the room sat in front of the fireplace, warming a pot of water over it.

Various hunting tools were neatly hung up beside the door, tarnished from years of use.

“Are you feeling better?” The human had turned around. They were facing them now, smiling softly. They only received a brief nod in response.

“…That’s good. You were pretty banged up when I found you. I don’t even know how you managed to do all of that damage in a snare.” They tutted, constantly turning back to look at the boiling pot. “I hope you don’t mind me bringing you back here to patch you up. I figured it’d give you a chance to rest.”

The faerie they’d spoken to slowly made their way over to the door.

“I appreciate your kindness,” they murmured.

Their words made the human smile brightly. “And you’re planning to be on your way?” They tilted their head at the faerie. “The woods aren’t kind to those who wander this far in. You’re sure you can navigate it?”

Hesitation flickered across their face, before they finally nodded. “…Yes, and… Thank you. For saving me.”

“You should repay the favor by staying for dinner.”

The faerie glanced back at them, making firm eye contact for the first time.

They found the abyss looking back at them. A miscalculation.

Their fingers grazed the doorknob, only to flinch back in pain.

“I’m asking you to repay my favor. I don’t think my request was unreasonable.” The human chided them, black eyes gleaming in the dim firelight. The faerie stared for a moment, clutching their burnt hand.

An invisible force drew them in, closer to the stranger. Before they knew what was happening, they were sitting on the couch, hands anxiously gripping the knitted quilt beneath them.

“I don’t want to stay for very long.”

It was more of a plea than a request.

The human took the water off the fire and moved over to the next room, leaving the faerie in agonizing silence. Time seemed to drag on and on until their eventual return. This time, they were carrying a dish of meat and a fork.

Their visitor shifted with discomfort.

“I… I don’t-“ They stuttered, unable to force the words out.

“I know.”

“I can’t-“

“I don’t think you’ll have a problem with it once you try it.” Their captor mused, picking up a chunk of the substance and bringing it closer to the faerie’s lips.

They squirmed away from the fork, but their struggles were cut short when the human forced their jaw open and closed their teeth around the utensil. The coppery taste of too-rare meat flooded their mouth.

The horror of recognition overpowered any sense of relief they could have gained from it.

“I knew you’d like it.” The stranger hummed, offering them another bite.

[alopex26]

Haha Mermay's over but who cares amirite?