#fair folk // the fae

[silken-moonlight]

Elf boyfriend and you sharing the same evening routine. Brushing each others hair, oiling the ends before putting in a sleep braid. Softly singing while doing that. Combs made out of crystal, products from the forests...crafted by nature. Crafted by elves.

Your sleepwear is the finest linen; your skin has never been softer. You do his skincare, and he does yours. You put the lip oil on him, but he can't resist and kisses you; your lips were too close not to. You scold him with a soft "tut." He smiles and holds still for you to reapply the oil. Of course, he does the same for you.

You apply lotion and body oil to each other. This is the closest form of intimacy in elven culture: taking care of each other and trusting each other.

Divider credit: @thecutestgrotto

[cecillias-garden]

Cast iron phone

Cast iron phone case

Cast iron phone case OtterBox

Cast iron phone case Android

Phone sigils

Phone sigils fae

Faeries keep stealing phone

Gun license New Jersey

[draftingnovels-imagines]

Fae are strange creatures. Their customs are unfamiliar and tricky for the normal human, so being clever can save your life when around them.

Unfortunately for you, one takes interest in you after you accidentally say 'thank you' to them for something innocent.

Luckily, they don't seem all that interested in making a deal. Instead, they hover around you and make sure that you are doing alright. Anything you think you need appears on your doorstep not a few hours later with no explanation. One day, you even start leaving out plants and other things you think they might like, only for it to vanish by morning. This back and forth you two have ends with the creature sat on your couch, staring back at you in admiration. They only want one thing: You.

[the-flower-named-fire]

[whereserpentswalk]

Reblog this post to send a small fae creature to annoy and haunt someone who plays loud tiktoks in public.

[stagkingswife]

I can’t comprehend it when people fear monger about working with the Fair Folk. To me there are my friends and kin who sometimes help find lost stuff. Mr Stag managed to loose both his expensive headphones and his prescriptions sunglasses in the same week. Last night I finally gave up and put out sweetened milk and wine for the Folk and guess what we found today in really obvious places that I had personally checked multiple times before.

I cannot express my appreciation for my Clan. They are simply the best.

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 60

For completing an especially hard contract, Geralt is given a present from the fae. "Your perfect love", they call it. When Jaskier is shoved toward him, Geralt wishes he could say he was surprised. Geralt quickly gains his shock back, however, when upon his bard speaking, he finds he has been completely drained of his personality. Jaskier speaks as concisely and directly as possible, with no embellishment or flowering of his words - Hell, he doesn't even speak with emotion or tone in his voice. Geralt demands to know what they've done to Jaskier, only for the fae to teleport them out. Geralt goes from mage to mage, sorcerer to sorcerer, healer to healer, priest to priest, hoping desperately that someone, anyone, can revert Jaskier back to himself. Jaskier no longer sings. He barely talks. He doesn't wander off, or dance in place, or reach out to Geralt. His eyes have even dulled in color, now a blank gray, always looking hazy and glossed over. Nobody can heal Jaskier. Or so it seeems! I love happy endings SO two options (or any you come up with but you know what I mean) Option 1: Geralt marches back to the Fae's woods and demands they speak to him, as they've disrespected him by not giving him his prize for completing their contract those months ago. When they bring him in, affronted at the idea of what he is implying, they are shocked when he berates them for at least a full hour over how much he loves the traits his bard once had that they had thought he found annoying. "So you never gave me my perfect love." He finishes. They all converse for a moment, before nodding. "It seems we underestimated you, Witcher. We apologize for the misconception." And thank the gods, Jaskier slumps in place and looks to Geralt with bright blue eyes. "Geralt? Wh- What's going on?" Only to then be kicked out of the fae realm again. Oh well. At least Jaskier was cured. Option 2: TRUE LOVE'S KISS BABBYYYYYYYYYY

[fromfairyland]

welcome to my corner of the world 🧚🏻‍♀️

[belle-keys]

World Mythology: Fey, Faeries, and Fairfolk

“Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind, run on the top of the disheveled tide, and dance upon the mountains like a flame.”

- adapted from The Land of Heart's Desire by William Butler Yeats

[ghost-bxrd]

Bruce with fae!Dick is just: I have no idea what this kid is or what is happening, but this child is mine now :)

I like to think he never asks what Dick is, he just don't want to know for the sake of his mental health

Ngl that was my first thought too ksksks

On one hand we’ve got Bruce the world’s greatest detective but on the other hand… well, Bruce can only handle so much weirdness in one day and his new child is basically the embodiment of Weird™️ 😭😂

Dick is just happily swinging from the chandelier and having animated conversations with a bird about the weather and meanwhile Bruce is just standing off to the side like :)))) my child isn’t like other children :)))))

Everyone else: awe, yes, everybody thinks that about their own kid.

Bruce, who just saw Dick rotate his head 360° to keep track of a firefly only to then eat it and because it allegedly insulted him: yes :))))))

[worldgonewrongpod]

Coming tomorrow, World Gone Wrong episode 204: Do the Fair Folk need 401ks?

[nakedwitchinthemoonlight]

will you lead me into the ring and dance the night away? Spin me around until I stumble through the Veil and fall into the Otherworld.

[lionofchaeronea]

A little something for the Halloween season, about the Unseelie Court. Enjoy.

TEXT:

The Seelie love the fairy ring, To step and turn and turn and sing, And every bright and gleaming thing-- But we are otherwise.

The Seelie on their seats of gauze Have bound themselves by ancient laws To slay no mortal without cause-- But we are otherwise.

The Seelie choose to bargain fair, To honor what they once declare, To tweak the proud, the humble spare-- But we are otherwise.

We who hide in slits of night, We red-capped spawn of spit and spite, Whose every breath conveys a blight-- Oh, we are otherwise!

[lailoken]

To Ward a Natural Space

This is a Ward that defends a natural area against those who would disrespect the land. It was taught to me by the Glaoming Folk, and I have since been given permission to share the process in hopes that others might use it to protect their own beloved ecological sites. It is worth noting that this ward only seems to have a range of about 20 to 40 feet, which I realize isn't necessarily ideal, but when strategically placed, multiple wards can be used to create a 'warding net' across an area.

To make this Ward, a switch must be harvested from a propitiated Crabapple tree, which is then split in half to create a pair of sticks measuring approximately the same length. Thereafter, a long and thin runner of blackberry bramble is collected and harvested—ideally from a place with fae activity—and is stripped of leaves. A God's Eye is then woven using the Crabapple sticks and the Blackberry brambles, working one's intent into every turn of the Weaving, before a tuft of Hare's fur is ensnared within the center of the ward. All of this must be done bare-handed, as every prick and drop of blood serves to strengthen the will of the Ward and appease the Spirit of the Blackberry, which lends its power to this magic.

The resultant device can then either be hung with twine, or simply placed in a fitting spot. It has shown itself to be quite helpful in discouraging those who would litter or mar a natural space from doing so. While littering and tree carving hasn't gone away entirely since beginning to use these, it has most certainly dropped significantly—and only in the places where they are employed.

[pompeiisystem]

For every seed you eat from the fruit you stole from the fair folks realm, you will be trapped for a year, working as their personal cum dumpster and bearing their loads as punishment.

Although, when your times up and your sentence served, you feel no need to return to the mortal realm... You feel much more comfortable in the arms of your many lovers, pressing kisses to your flushed skin. Your every need is tended to, you never want for anything, and you have an endless amount of love for the beings who fill you every night until your weak flesh gives in to the temptation of unconsciousness.