#fairy circle kin

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stimboard for : a faerie ring kin with faerie wings, plants, forests, glitter, and cottage-y stims requested by 🧚anon

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[idiotmf]

I like the idea of a shy deer centaur (theyre actually called cervitaur) trying to work up the courage to confess his love for the reader

Hey, anon! Thank you so much for giving me the correct term, first of all. I was trying to find out whether there was a name for it, and my erratic Google searches didn't exactly help.

Second of all, sorry this took a few days. Work has been frying me so much (｡•́︿•̀｡)

No NSFW. However, the usual MDNI does still apply because my blog is 18+.

Melian, the white-tailed cervitaur:

(By the way, the word Vae is meant to be pronounced Vá-é; just a heads-up, it will come up a few times.)

 A small ray of sunshine peeked through the window of your weathered cottage in the vast expanse of cedar trees that you called home. The birdfolk once again announced sunrise with a song that you didn't exactly understand, but the longing and nostalgia in it seemed evident, even to a human like yourself.

Refreshed, you sat up in your makeshift bed of straw and hides, pushing your blanket aside to stand up and stretch. Distant rumbling let you know that you should perhaps be a bit quicker with your morning routine today, at least before the storm approached. It was a shame, really.

You had promised Melian that today was finally going to be the day you showed him your favorite spot by the waterfall. The cervitaur was a somewhat new addition to your friend circle, since the deerfolk were usually rather reserved in nature, especially towards things they did not understand, and as a human, you certainly counted as such.

Whether it was by accident or on purpose, one day you ended up in this forest cottage, and however hard you tried to leave these woodlands, it was seemingly impossible. One time you even tried to walk for a whole day, only to end up at the very same overgrown cabin, deciding that it would be your permanent residence, at least for the time being.

As time went on and you befriended the strangely familiar yet completely inhuman creatures of this world, your desire to leave gradually subsided. The birdfolk sang songs at you whenever you passed; the wolf-like creatures occasionally passed by your home to bring you meat and hides; the woodland fairies left you generous offerings of herbs and vegetables. Everyone seemed equally as fascinated by you as you were by them. They even admitted they had never seen a human before and believed you to be a deity sent to protect the forest they inhabited.

Initially, you tried to tell them that you were just a human, not able to protect their home from harm; however, your words fell on deaf ears. One of the tiny woodland fairies, beings made from the elements themselves, resembling more a creation of sticks and leaves than the human-like fairies you had seen in books as a child, explained that it was actually more of a spiritual protection than a physical one. While that both helped and raised more questions, in the end you decided to accept it. After all, what were you going to do about it? No one wanted to believe you were anything but a deity, and the offerings didn't stop either; rather, they increased, and you were dubbed "the humble one."

While everyone worshipped you in their own way, some were too afraid to even cross your path. Among them were the deerfolk, a race of cervitaurs, though their entire bodies were covered in fur, despite the surprisingly human-like anatomy of the upper torso and face. They left generous offerings of their shed antlers in spring, sometimes carved into charms and other knickknacks for you, all while doing their best to avoid your sight.

That was until you met Melian, the deerfolk in charge of delivering the offering last spring, only to end up being discovered by you. From him, you learned that it was a great honor to deliver said offerings, and he had worked hard to even be considered for such a position.

Melian was a bit of an oddity amongst his kin; despite being shy, just like the rest of his kind, he was quite curious, especially in regards to you. Much like all the other creatures of this forest, Melian simply, yet affectionately referred to you as 'Vae', something you had come to accept as your new name, or at least a second one.

In reality, it was more referring to your standing as the protector of this realm, a word that held significance in the ancient language of the forest dwellers; however, being held in such high regard meant that most of them didn't dare utter your name, no matter how many times you insisted.

When you finally managed to meet up with your newest friend after the storm passed, he kept his distance from you, just like he always did, trotting at least a few feet behind you.

He explained it was to make sure you were safe and to respect your standing, but you theorized that he was actually just worried that he would walk too fast next to you or that he was perhaps a little too embarrassed, since no other being had an issue with it.

“It's a bit of a walk from the cottage,” you explained to Melian as you strolled along the path between dense cedar trees, all the way down to a mossy clearing by the waterfall. Along the way, a comfortable silence settled between the two of you; the only thing you heard were the songs of the birdfolk, the gentle rustling of the trees above, and the gentle thumping of Melian's cloven hooves against the earth below. Now and then, you found yourself turning around to glance at your friend, which seemed awfully odd today. His arms, which usually hung loosely by his sides as he walked, now seemed restless, as if he didn't know where to position them anymore. It made you wonder whether it was because of his anxious nature or if something was keeping his mind occupied.

“My Vae,” the stag spoke up after another moment of silence, causing you to jolt and turn towards your large companion trotting behind you, an inquisitive look on your face. He quickly averted his cedar bark-colored eyes upon meeting yours for a moment.

“I, uhm,” he quickly adjusted his gentle, almost timid voice to sound a bit more confident, reverting back to his shy speech halfway through. “I am quite thankful for this opportunity. To, uhm, to see your favorite spot, I mean.” He lowered his gaze to meet your eyes again, his glance lingering a moment before quickly focusing on a tree next to you, barely moving his head while doing so.

“Of course, I promised, didn't I?” Flashing him a genuine smile, you continued to saunter the last stretch of your small journey, leaving him to process for a moment. Shortly after, he caught up, his hooves carrying him with ease, as he took his place behind you once more, just a few feet apart.

Upon finally reaching your destination in what you assumed to be the late afternoon according to the sun, you settled down by the shore of the lake, the waterfall in the distance making the air feel more alive with rogue droplets of water and the loud crashing noise.

“There... There is something I want to tell you.” Hearing Melian's uncharacteristically loud voice be audible over the waterfall ripped you out of your thoughts for a moment, your head tilting to the side, before you asked him to go on. His short tail flicked nervously behind him, causing a small smile to appear on your face. He had always been the cutest out of your friends, and seeing him nervous around you made your heart squeeze in your chest occasionally.

“Of course,” you answered gently when he didn't immediately react to you, stepping back into the forest alongside him to escape the noise of the cascading water for a moment, since it seemed rather important.

“I apologize if this is rather abrupt,” he began, his hands fidgeting, pulling the soft fur of his abdomen in what you assumed to be nervousness or something akin to it.

"The truth is, I... Well, I...” Melian seemed to struggle quite badly now, his head whipping around nervously, making his brown hair follow in turn. You gave him a reassuring smile, trying to be as comforting as possible without saying anything, afraid he might not manage to get the words out if you did say something, even if it was meant to be supportive.

“I... adore you.” The words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them, and some sort of dam seemed to break in his mind when he kept talking, barely even taking breaths in between.

“You are kind and gentle to all of us inhabitants of this forest, and watching you be that way makes me feel complete in a way I cannot describe. It leaves me utterly breathless. Yet... yet, when those werewolves look at you in a filthy manner, I get quite upset. I do not possess you, and I never could, of course, but I cannot stop myself from hoping that–” He stopped himself, his human-like facial features morphing into pure horror when he realized what he had just said.

“My Vae, I can...” Just as he was about to begin apologizing, you wave him down with your hand, making sure he leans over towards you, before giving him a gentle kiss on the cheek.

“I thought you'd never tell me,” you grinned at him, his blushing face revealing the fact that he was quite pleased about your actions. Melian let out an almost dramatic sigh before giving you a kiss on the forehead, his short tail almost wagging like that of a happy puppy.

“So, may I assume you feel the same?” Lowering his head a little to be closer to you, he tried to suppress the small smile that threatened to spread into a big grin.

“You may.” Without another word needing to be spoken between the white-tailed deer man and yourself, his face inched closer to yours. Stopping just short of kissing you, his breath mingled with yours, causing a short second of hesitation before he finally closed the space between your lips. No matter how shy and reluctant it was at first, your heart still skipped a beat.

[hmshermitcraft]

for the theme: from the water

bdubs species starts out as a tiny patch of wet moss on rocks, commonly found in and around rivers or lakes. as they age, their rock becomes more and more akin to a living being, an extension - the central nerves start breaching inside the stone. fairies born of moss, they call them in folklore.

a storm breaches the meadowlands in which bdubs resides on a pebble, surrounded by his kin, and he gets separated from them, carried away by water. he does not know how much time passes when he finds himself soaked and unable to move.

it is only then, weeks later, at the beach of a lake, a human picks him up, inspects him. the human, a hermit, does not know what they have picked up. out of desperation bdubs decides to do what moss fairies are forbidden from doing, from even thinking about: he begins the process of transforming his body into what resembles human structure.

"how dare you human pick my rock up? and to carry me somewhere, no discipline!"

gem, ever the curious deer hybrid she is, opens her basket only to see long ears, wings thin as washi paper and a very angry complexion matched with crossed arms.

"a moss fairy!"

Bdubs did not put all those effort in just to be called cute! He's not adorable! Stop 'aww'ing over him, this is a serious offence!

Gem agrees to help him find his home but... They spend the day walking in circles with no success. Gem has to call it when it starts getting dark, but promises her friends might be able to help! They're all very smart.

And even they can't seem to find it. Their worst fear is the meadowlands and community of fairies has been washed away, spread apart by the water. That there's nowhere for Bdubs to go back to.

And it hurts. Bdubs won't show it, besides being snappy, but... It hurts a lot. He thinks, as he spends more time with the hermits, though that... Maybe he has a new family here?

[crybaby-bkg]

Under Wicked Charm

Dabi x f!reader

Warnings: smut, no quirks, demon sex, incubus Dabi, succubus reader, blood kink/play, dom/sub undertones (sub leaning Dabi), reverse cowgirl, deep throating, cunnilingus, dick piercing (ofc), aphrodisiacs, 69 position, implied age gap, unprotected sex, mentions of wings tail and horns, a bit of praise, creampies, brief mention of pregnancy. please let me know if I missed anything!

Word count: 4.8k

Notes: I’m so not used to writing a dom top but I’m TRYING okay lmfao I love reading it but don’t write it enough but how will I get better if I don’t write it more!!!! also this has been on my ao3 for a while I just got lazy uploading it here lol but pls enjoy!!

Minors/blank/ageless blogs DNI!

also available on ao3!

The bar is darkly lit, a strobe effect being casted upon a crowd of people, drunk and high alike. It feels like everyone has been dancing for hours; feet sore, legs cramped, but somehow unable to stop themselves from grinding and groping, singing and screeching, until they drop. 

They don’t know that this is a club for the otherworldly. 

The fairies in the corner all snicker at the people who complain of the aches and pains, going round and round in circles, despite the stabbing pain they must feel in their toes. Dabi is all too familiar with it, after pissing a fae off once when he ghosted her. He can only imagine how the humans feel, being forced to dance this macabre number until they pass out from exhaustion. 

When that bores him, Dabi turns away from the crowd, rests on the bar in front of him. He whistles at the bartender, a witch who knows him all too well and the good stuff that he likes mixed in with his drinks. She nods to him before fixing it, and he catches her dumping something from one of her little vials into his drink, the black fume wallowing up and around her arm before she shakes it away, mixing it all in with a red straw. 

“You remembered,” He nods his head to her with a teasing grin, watches how she rolls her eyes as she pushes his drink over for him to catch. 

“And you never remember to pay your tab.” She quips back, but she can’t help the proud smile on her face when he downs half of it in one sip, groaning when he finally pulls the rim away from his wet lips. He licks the moisture away, before glancing up at her from under dark lashes. 

“What’s a tab again?” Dabi asks playfully, slinking away into the dance floor as she hollers for him to stop playing stupid when already is. He can’t help but snicker under his breath, sipping at his drink as he makes his way through the crowds of people until he finds the steps that lead up to the higher level, where the VIP sections are. He nods his head at Shigaraki, who sits in his section with his feet up and his phone in his hand, and instead of sitting with the boring fuckin’ crowd, Dabi leans on the railing that overlooks the lower section. 

He needs his meal for tonight. He’s gone a couple of days without feeding, mainly because he just didn’t feel like the hunt. It can become tiresome having to look for a potential meal; find someone suitable, desperate enough, flirting with them, convince them to take him home, screw them into their bedsheets, and flee before they could even wake up. He would much rather come in the night when someone is sleeping, but that proves to be a lot of work, too. 

So he looks into the crowd, ignoring the otherworldly people who want to spend a night with an incubus. His charm isn’t even as strong on them, so he doesn’t understand the hype of it all, plus he can’t even feed as well on them, so its really just a waste of time. 

But then, Dabi locks eyes with you. You’re in the middle of the dance floor, body turned, chin held up, as you stare at him from where he leans on the railing above. His eyebrows jump up in surprise, before he neutralizes his expression quickly. You were staring at him with such an intense look, he wondered if you were somehow other-kin that he hadn’t seen before. But you seem human for the most part, with a devilish little grin and tits to die for in your small top. 

Okay, color him intrigued. 

You dance amongst the people, although you don’t seem to be under the same spell as the people that the fae are fucking with. Your moves are sultry, all smooth and sweet and dripping sin off of your swaying hips like a leaky faucet. Dabi feels hypnotized, in a sense, as he watches you, taking another sip from his drink as he doesn’t dare take his eyes off of you. When you see his bright cerulean eyes drag up and down your body slowly, you grin even wider, and he fears he might see canines too sharp for a human mouth. But the imagery is gone before he can clock it, and he blames it on the potion that witch put in his drink. 

Dabi crooks his fingers at you, signaling for you to come to where he’s at, and you cock your head at him in response, a teasing little quirk of your eyebrow directed at him. He points to the stairs below, and feels a shiver rack up his spine with how you lazily drag your eyes from his face, to his hand, to the stairs, and back at his face. 

What the fuck is up with you, and why the fuck are you making him feel like this? Are you human? You look like it for the most part, but something about your allure makes him think that he’s in troubled waters and you’re the alligator ready to lock him tight inside your maw. 

Dabi blinks, and you’re gone. He doesn’t see you anywhere on the dance floor or the steps, and he wonders if he somehow scared you off. But then you tap at his shoulder blade, and it makes his head whip around faster than he thought it could. 

You’re even prettier up close. Your makeup is done up in such a way that your eyes look sharp, all shadowed depths creating dimensions that he feels like he might get lost in, your lips a deep plum color, your bottom lip just waiting to be bitten. 

“You ask me to come up here just to stare at me? I would’ve figured you had better game than this, Dabi.” Your voice is a low sultry tone, quiet despite the loud roars of the speakers in the club and—wait, how did you know his name? Dabi quirks a surprised eyebrow at you, pausing where he went to reach out for you, hand resting midair as he takes you in. 

“Do I know you from somewhere?” You couldn’t have been one of the humans he’s bedded once before; he would remember such an addicting face and voice if he did. You only shrug at him, saddling up to where he was leaning against the railing as now its your turn to overlook the people below. He watches you, follows your movements until your shoulders brush against each others, breath sucking in at the electrical zap that pulses through his body when his flesh skims yours. 

“You don’t know me, but I know you.” You flirt, winking at him and bumping him a little when he can’t take his eyes off of you. Dabi straightens out, clearing his throat a little as he tries to wrack his brain for every encounter he’s ever had where he could’ve seen you before. It’s rare someone knows him and he doesn’t know them in return, as being one who gets around due to his ‘line of work’. You baffle him, and you can tell how much the gears in his head are turning through the concentrated look that has fallen on his face. 

“Nice to formally meet you.” You tell him your name, reaching your hand out for Dabi to shake. He glances at it, and then your face, before he finally takes your hand in his own, squeezing the softness of your palm. He’d love to feel that wrapped around his dick tonight. 

“Tell me; what crazy fucking story have you heard about me to know me?” Dabi asks you, still holding onto your hand, now rubbing the backs of your knuckles with his thumb. Through the contact, he can start to release his pheromones, the shit that drives you humans crazy. While you won’t be able to smell it as much in the heady atmosphere of the club, it’ll sink into your skin, glide through your system until you feel high on the attention from him. And then after that—you’ll be wrapped around his finger and bouncing on his dick in no time. 

You go on speaking to each other for a while, flirtatious banter being exchanged between the two of you. You get closer throughout the night, from Dabi caressing your hand, to your own grazing the hair at his nape, to his chest pressed against yours, to your thigh straddling one of his as you press against each other. He thinks his charm has worked finally, if that hazy look in your eyes has anything to say about it. 

“Wanna get outta here?” Dabi asks you, his head tilted toward your own, his nose brushing against yours. Both of your arms are wrapped around his neck as you slowly sway to the beat, your hips grinding occasionally on his knee slotted in between your thighs. You nod, biting at your bottom lip, the lipstick you have on seemingly never budging and he makes it his mission tonight to smear it all over your face with his thumb and tip. 

“My place or yours?” You whisper to the air between your mouths, his hovering over yours, teasingly so. Dabi grins at that, warm hands squeezing once, twice at your hips. 

“Whatever’s closer.”

..

You come stumbling into your loft before you know it, clothes flying every which way. His boots are kicked off, and you still have a heel resting haphazardly on your ankle. His shirt rides up to his collarbones, and yours is somewhere left in a trail on the floor. You two can’t even make it to your bed, falling on the couch as Dabi pulls you on top of him, his hands gravitating instantly to your ass. He kneads the flesh in his hands, groaning under his breath when you start to rock your hips to no rhythm in particular, gasping inside of his mouth. 

You’re so intoxicating, so addicting, Dabi almost forgets that he’s the one in charge, that you’re the one under his spell, and not the other way around. It’s hard to remember that though, when his head starts to feel foggy and his limbs start to get too loose for him to not panic. 

Did you drug him? Even if you did, it would’ve burned through his body quicker than it would’ve dissolved in his drink. So why does he feel like this? Why does he feel like he’s the one under his own charm, like he’s a desperate bitch in heat that just wants to cum?

“What did you do to me?” Dabi asks groggily, laying his head down on a throw pillow behind him, disconnecting from your sweet mouth as he groans. He squeezes his eyes shut, starting to freak out internally, as an evil little giggle from you starts to float around the room. He doesn’t see the change happening in front of him, right on his lap, and only snaps his eyes open when your tone is way too devilish than any human should be. 

“Oh, little fledgeling, you have so much learning to do.” You purr to him, grinning, waving at him with sharp, black tipped, taloned fingers. 

What. The. Absolute Fuck?

“You’re a—a succubus?” Dabi asks, groaning again and clutching his sides when something pulses through him, something so strong and unwavering, that he has to shift his hips around to make sure he didn’t just cum on himself untouched. Your laugh floats throughout the room as you start rocking your hips against his, ignoring his almost pained groaned as you tilt your head back. 

“I’m a greater succubus, little fledgeling. Older than you could even comprehend.” You moan sweetly, taloned fingers starting to massage your tits from overtop your lacy bra. Dabi can only sit back and watch, dazed and confused and entirely too turned on to function as he takes all of you in. 

Your smile is wide, canines sharp and wicked where they rest just a few centimeter down from your bottom lip. Your irises an unnatural crimson, like stained blood, black horns twisting and twirling from your temples, tipped a dark purple like the stain on your lips. Your skin seems to have some glow underneath, a pulsing rhythm that correlates with the way you grind your hips into his, wings that span as wide as the room flapping and twitching with every little hiccuped gasp that comes up from his throat. They’re leathery and dark, just like the swishing, evil little forked tail that shoots out in front of Dabi’s nose, only to slyly trace the outline of his face, almost lovingly. 

You’re a sight that he’s never witnessed before, and for some reason, he feels blessed to have fallen under the trap of a greater succubus. 

“Why so shy now?” You ask him with a pout, leaning forward until your breast rests against his chest, nose to nose with him, your tail now rubbing the hairs on his eyebrows. Dabi sucks in a shaky breath, trying to regain his composure, the control he never actually had, and swallows thickly. 

“How did you disguise yourself so well?” He mutters, biting back a moan when you suck on the sensitive part under his jaw, hips still a slow rock on top of him. “We can always tell when someone is—when another one of us are—”

His brain is completely fried at the moment. Finds it hard to think, see, hear, and breathe with the way you tongue and nibble at his neck, with the way you put more pressure down on his pelvis with your own weight. He can feel his cock spurt against his thigh, fears he might cum without even directly touching you—but this was why he could never sleep with another succubus, especially not a greater one. 

You things were downright heathens, all tantalizing, all sweet and devilish little smiles, luring people in until you caught them with the honeyed trap between your thighs. But you—you were different. You were sin in and of itself, and Dabi doesn’t think that he could ever be a match for you. 

“That’s the power of being greater. I can disguise myself from anyone that I please, and I wanted to have just a bit of fun with my meal first.” He can hear the bite in your voice, the eery laughter bubbling up from your throat as you trace sharp canines against the flesh of his throat, threatening to bite. Dabi feels himself swallowing thickly before he can stop it, and you outright laugh at him as you sit up. 

“Now, are you gonna be a good boy and let me eat you?” You ask him breathily, tracing a sharp talon up his chest, grinning when he hisses at the trail of black blood you leave on his torso. Dabi glances at the trail, before meeting your blood red eyes, licking his lips as he nods slowly, gripping your hips tightly in his hands. 

“Whatever you want, sweetheart.” Dabi mutters to you, eyes now solely focused on the way your skirt rides up as you sit in his lap. But you demand his full and complete attention, talons gripping his cheeks to make him look you in the eye, as the other hand trails ribbons of black blood down the other side of his stomach. 

“Beg for it.” You demand of him, licking sweetly at the seam of his mouth and pulling away when his tongue darts out to greet yours. “Beg for me to fuck you, fledgeling.”

Dabi downright moans at the tone, at the authority laying in your voice. He’s always been the one in charge, always took control with the little humans he would charm. But you, you’re all power and control and commandment, and he can’t help but fall pray to a demon older than his own ancestors. 

“Fuck me.” Dabi spits at you, letting his own claws extend as he digs them into the skin of your thighs. You glance back at them, chuckling at the little beads of blood that he spills from you, gripping his face harder at the sheer audacity he could have with you. 

“Attitude, I see. A stubborn one.” You muse, turning his face to the side to lick up the blood that you’ve squeezed out from his cheek under your talon. Dabi hisses at the contact, and you can smell his pheromones trying to take over the aroma in the room. How cute, he’s trying so hard to be in control. 

You couldn’t wait to ruin him. 

You pull back quickly, hands reaching down quickly to shred him of his jeans, a big pile of his clothes and your own making a mess of the couch and floor. Dabi can’t even keep up with how quickly you work, your tail flickering out to knick at his boxers, entirely too close to his dick when you expose him. He hisses, before holding his breath when the forked tip of it hovers menacingly over his mushroomed head, sitting up on his elbows as he gets ready to throw you off of him. 

“Scared?” You tease with a smile, watching how his low cerulean eyes narrow at you when your tail soothes over the precum dripping down his shaft, so fake innocent. You knick the side of your panties until they fall into a heap in his naked lap, grinning when his eyes immediately zone in on how your sticky lips split open when you sit on his shaft. 

“Does your pussy have teeth? That would scare me,” Dabi snips at you, his voice low as he grips your hips to start making you grind along his shaft, this time with no barriers in between. But you scoff at him, digging your nails into his hand until he releases you with a hiss, quickly maneuvering your body until your ass is in his face and his cock is in yours. 

“Shut up, and put my pussy in your mouth already.” You throw over your shoulder with a little huff, giving him no time to process the beauty in front of him before you lick a long stripe down from his tip to his balls. Dabi groans hoarsely, head thrown back as he holds onto your ass for dear life. 

“Y’don’t have to keep using your charm on me,” He mutters, damn near miserable with how hard his cock is throbbing in your warm hands. But you only chuckle at him, waving your ass in his face for him to get to work already, as you dip your tongue in his cockhole. 

“Why shouldn’t I?” You ask him in a hum, mouthing at his tip before you suck his mushroom head in your hot mouth. Dabi hisses, holding your cheeks open until he’s greeted by the pretty sight of your sticky lips and twitching hole and cute rim. His eyes go low as he sniffs in the pheromones that drip onto his chest, mingling with the blood that slowly evaporates from his skin, your essence dripping and mingling into his very being. 

“Because I already want you.” Dabi mutters, shoving his face between your cheeks and holding them closed until they swallow his head. He licks at you, feverishly, feeling your charm overtaking him more and more as he’s engulfed in where the scent is strongest. He can’t stop his hips from bucking up into your mouth as your smell surrounds him, licking doggishly at your cunt, making you moan high in your throat. 

“Yeah? Well I want you pliant and susceptible, like the easy little thing you are.” You tell him, reaching a hand back to shove his head even further between your cheeks, grinding back on his face as he starts slurping on your hole, determined to taste every thing slips from you. 

You sigh, ducking down to bob your head on his cock, taking him in easily, like you’ve been sucking cock all of your life. And in a sense, he guesses that you really have. Dabi pulls back for a breath, spitting on your cunt and thumbing it into the arousal that drips from your inner thighs, licking it all back up slowly. 

“Did you just call me a slut?” He grunts, grinding his cock deep into your throat, head falling back momentarily when he realizes that you don’t have a gag reflex. Most sex demons don’t, but he doesn’t sleep with them regularly, and you’re also greater, so it makes the experience all the more euphoric. 

“Well if the slut panties fit,” You tease him, reaching back to shove his face back between your cheeks when you realize that he’s had enough air. Dabi doesn’t complain though, but he does whimper when you start fondling his balls in your hand at the same time you swallow around his shaft, nose buried into the pubes there. 

Dabi suckles at your clit, feeling your hole throb against his skin, reaching a hand up to start gliding a bony finger inside of you. Your sultry moan vibrates around his cock, and it twitches so violently, that he fears it might jump straight from your mouth. But you keep him in, humming around him, soft, warm hands tugging and tugging at his balls until his toes curl and he can only find it in him to lap at your cunt like a dog. 

You’re messy, where you suck him off, all loud slurps and gulps and swallows, the sound of spit dirtying his pubes. He can hear the sticky sounds of your hands jerking off his shaft when you pull off, how your throat closes around him, how you pull his prince Albert piercing with your teeth gently, how your fingers rub at the seam of his balls. It feels like all too much, like he can’t keep up, like he might burst from the inside and spray your entire little loft in cum and black blood. 

Before Dabi can even register that he’s coming, you pull your mouth off of him, moving around too quick for him to catch, and he damn near yelps when he feels another, tighter heat engulfing him. He struggles to peel his eyes open, mouth dropped lewdly at the sight of you riding him reverse cowgirl style while he still cums from you sucking him off. He’s too sensitive, and you’re too tight, and too mean, with how you look over your winged shoulder and laugh maniacally at the pitiful and pained expression on his face. 

“Aww, poor little fledgeling can’t keep up? How fucking pathetic.” You bite at him, hips and ass dropping quickly as you ride him. Dabi tries his damndest to keep up, to slow you down with the pumping of his pheromones, but at the moment, he can’t even tell up from down. Can only lay there as you take him, fuck him the way you said you would, tight and hot cunt clenching down around him with every drop of your hips. 

“This dick only good for little humans, huh? Can’t hang with a succubus, now can you, baby?” You tease, grinning, one hand on your lower back as you fuck yourself down on him, moaning when the pierced head of his cock grazes something soft inside of you. You press down on your lower stomach where you feel him, eyes fluttering shut as you take him for your own pleasure. 

“F-Fuck, slow down s-some,” Dabi stutters uncharacteristically, teeth grit as he can feel his own canines starting to protrude, losing all sense of stability as your cunt clamps down tight around his dick. You’re trying to kill him, aren’t you? With your tail reaching around and under you to keep rubbing over his tightening balls, with your wings fluttering in his face, with your sharp talon reaching back to trail more blood down his bellybutton, pooling in his lap. It creates a wet slapping sound where you drop your hips, and the feeling of his cum and blood now staining your cunt and inner thighs only makes you howl in pleasure. 

“Keep up or shut the fuck up, fledgeling. This is all for me.” You growl at him, your playful energy suddenly gone as you glare at him over your shoulder. It shouldn’t make his cock throb the way it does, but he listens to you. Only because he wants to cum again and feel how tight you’ll get around him, his head hazy and filled only with thoughts of you riding him until he passes out on your couch. 

Dabi does as told, clamping his mouth shut, breathing heavily through his nose as he struggles with keeping up with you. He can only hold onto your hips, and hope that you cum first this time, because he doesn’t think he can handle you still going after he’s cum for the second time. 

Luck seems to be on his side though, as he feels his balls tightening once more, but you start to lose your rhythm, hips stuttering against his, a wet kissing sound every time you drop down. Dabi picks up where you seem to slip off, hands clamped tight around your hips as he starts thrusting up into you, watching the bounce of your ass and how your tail doesn’t know what to do with itself at the height of your pleasure. 

“Fuck me, just like that, baby, just like that. Make me cum on this dick, cmon.” You growl through gritted teeth, eyes clamped shut as you throw your head back, voice staccato and a low growl. Dabi clenches his jaw, focused purely on bringing you over the edge as his orgasm creeps up closer in his lower belly. He reaches around your hip, strumming quickly and messily at your clit, hearing you whimper out before you start clamping down tight around him. 

“Shit!” You yelp, body jerking as you orgasm, cunt suffocating his cock as you keep riding him through the throes of pleasure. Dabi unclenches his jaw, canines scraping his chin as he growls at the feeling, his orgasm not too far behind as he keeps fucking you through it. He stills when the first rope of cum spurts inside of you, back arching off of the couch when evil little you moans and starts rubbing at his balls with every twitch of them. 

“That’s right, little fledgeling. Fill me up, just like that, doing so well,” the praise you sing to him gets to his head as you keep grinding on his lap and rubbing at his balls. He thinks he might’ve cum dry at some point, his cock kicking inside of you despite not feeling any extra leaking from his tip. His eyes are screwed shut, his body pulled taut, finally collapsing into a heap on the couch when you stop riding and fondling him. 

Dabi swears he hears you say something about being knocked up with little incubus and succubus babies now thanks to him, but he’s out like a light before the words can even register in his head. 

…

When Dabi wakes up the next morning, he thinks that it might’ve all been a dream, that his sins are finally starting to catch up with him. But you’re standing in the kitchen across the open layout of your loft, in nothing but a pair of panties, your wings and horns and tail still on display and just as grand as he remembers. He groans, head falling back onto the pillow he slept on, as you perk up at the sound of him. 

“Good morning, little fledgeling.” You singsong, pulling out a few things from the fridge as you smile in his direction when he pokes his bedhead up from over the back of the couch. He looks so adorable like that, you think. 

“Breakfast will be ready in twenty.” You tell him, bringing flame underneath the pan in front of you with a snap of your finger. Dabi squints at you, frowning, as he checks the clock on your kitchen wall that’s framed by a black cat. Hm, cute. 

“I’m not hungry, and plus, I should be getting out of here.” Dabi groans, standing, uncaring of his naked state as you obviously don’t either. You both glance at each others bodies, before you turn from him, tutting under your breath. 

“I don’t think so.” You declare, scrambling the eggs before you, speaking up when Dabi opens his mouth to protest. “You’re going to stay here and eat, because you need your energy.” At that, he quirks a brow, strolling leisurely to you as he scratches his stomach, wrapping a finger around your curious tail when he gets close enough. 

“Energy for what?” He asks, grunting in surprise when your tail suddenly pulls him in, his front against your back as you look at him from over your shoulder with a devilish smile that makes his cock twitch against your ass. 

“Round two.” You say simply with a shrug before going back to the eggs. Dabi can only blink, before he shrugs with a nod. 

“Round two doesn’t sound bad at all.” 

[amalthea-felsblood]

Name: Feothan Aliases: Feo/The Winged Fury Gender: Female Orientation: Straight Age: 32 Height: 5'6'' (when standing upright) 1'8'' (bird shift) Build: Average/Slender Skin Tone: Pale/Fair Hair: Natural red Eyes: Pale blue/Grey

Identifying Marks: Freckles /Old battle scars

Appearance: From a distance, Feothan would seem like a normal looking Elezen maiden until, upon closer inspection, you would notice her winged arms (if she has shifted her arms into wings) a second set of ears and her thin bird legs. When shifting into her smaller bird form, she would almost resemble a pixie or fairy. Feothan mainly wears tribal attire but has always been fascinated by the outfits that hyur's wear.

Personality: Feothan is very kind and gentle, but she is also feral and fierce. She will do anything to protect herself and others by any means. She is very curious and loves to find/keep anything shiny, but this can show more of her spoiled side if she can't get what she wants. Feothan loves to sing to the forest and the creatures who live within it.

Backstory: Feothan was born apart of a very large scream of violent and mischievous harpies. Although she had never felt like one of her kin, she took no pleasure in killing needlessly nor in the luring of hyur's to their deaths. Instead, she pitied them. As time went on, the rest of her scream began to take notice of her behavior and saw her as the weak link in the chain. They would not stand for it any longer. One day, without warning, as Feothan was hunting in the forest, the sky suddenly started fading to black and loud screeching could be heard. Feothan turns to face the sky, her eyes widened with great fear as she saw her kin coming for her with weapon's readied and aimed. Without a second thought, she quickly puts away her bow and shifts her arms back into wings. She flies below the canopy lines of the forest, dodging the arrows that rain upon her at every angle until she is struck. An arrow pierces her left wing, and it sends her into a spiral as she falls into the seaside cliffs below the forest, the scream circles above until they are convinced she perished to the fall. But fate was on Feothan's side that day, for as she fell into the jagged rocks she was lucky enough to be caught by a few extending roots from the forest above. Wounded and out of breath, Feothan waited until she could no longer hear her kin in the skies before starting the climb down to the shoreline, but with each painful movement she began to fade in and out of consciousness. Finally reaching the bottom of the cliffs, she quickly looks for another forest for rest and recovery. Holding her wounded arm, she makes her way from the beach and into the safety of this new and unknown area. After a bit of restless searching, Feothan finds a nearby forest and tucks herself inside a hollowed tree where she collapses from the pain and exhaustion. Now her tale truly begins as she starts her life anew alone and wounded but alive and willing to believe in fate and what it may bring her.

Top portrait by @thebrumeknight-ffxiv ❤

I'll be posting about her abilities and her other forms next but I hope you enjoy what I've written so far!

[fairfoxie]

hi!! i was wondering if i could get your perspective on something, as i really respect the resources you share about being faekin and i want to know more about it! i am irish reconstructionist pagan who works with the good folk, and i admit that i often have trouble reconciling my religious beliefs with 'kin posts that i see. i was wondering, if you felt comfortable responding, what your perspective on the clash that sometimes occurs between faekin and the cultural evolution of the fairy archetype is? if this is offensive i apologise and absolutely did not mean it as such! i'm still relatively new to the nonhuman community (my nonhuman blog is foxwyrm!) and am trying to learn more about it :} regardless, i love your blog, and appreciate what you share!!

Hi! I'll start by saying this is not even a little bit offensive! I know you're asking a question in earnest and I'm honestly really grateful to get the opportunity to voice my perspective.

And really, I wasn't sure at first how to approach all of this at all. My brain and beliefs are scattered, and to be quite honest I make it up as I go along. That's why I used to be petrified of doing any kind of spirit work, especially with the Good Folk. So only recently have I combined my own Neopaganism with my Otherkin experiences. I am still learning. But I'm learning a lot, especially now from others who walk a similar path.

I'll admit I had to look up just to make sure I understood what an Irish Reconstructionist Pagan is, and it seems to be exactly what I was hoping it would be! I may not be strictly of that faith myself, but I'm highly grateful that there are people who are, who keep that alive. I'm so fascinated by pre-Christian Celtic faiths and I do wish it were easier to find the old stories. But stories survive through people, and I enjoy sharing videos I've found where Irish people who coexist with the Good Folk, talk earnestly about their faith and how it impacts their lives. I think those collective experiences are very real and important and culturally valuable. I see parallels in our perspectives, when they speak of mutual respect and of leaving nature undisturbed. I highly value the words of the people who live where there are said to be Faeries.

Still I'd hesitate to discuss being faekin with someone of that particular tradition. I do get overcome with doubt and worry about myself. Is my very existence disrespectful? Just yesterday I ran off into the woods in tears with a question of who, what, am I?

I have discussed being Otherkin with the trees before. I'm an animist at heart, and I like to keep company with the friendly spirits of trees often.

Tree spirits are good listeners, and they understand the humans they live with. When I talk to the trees, I don't have to explain what I am. I show them. They understand. They accept me. They don't judge or argue, and they accept strange contradictions like me being human and nonhuman at the same time.

I see lots of things in the forest. Things that renew my belief in magic every time in different ways. I have hardly a choice but to believe in all manner of beautiful spirits, fae big and small, even gods. I believe in monsters too, but I believe in myself more, and I value my autonomy, and so I choose not to let my spirit be harmed.

And because I value my autonomy, I am drawn to the Otherkin community, where you don't have to have all the answers, just be who you are and you will be accepted in the best of our circles. We respect each other's minds, bodies, and spirits, and each of us walks a parallel but completely different path into ourselves. I'm glad there are others like me, who don't know why they are nonhuman in some way, just that they are, and that we have carved out a space in which to exist as we are.

I don't have all the answers, and probably never will. But I find little congruencies that allow me to slip through the cracks between what is and isn't. Here are some of them.

Many Faeries do look like humans. Changelings of course, and selkies, and Hulder and Skogskra, and nymphs and elves and many others. And much folklore seems to have it that people who seem to be human turn out to be Fae.

But I was born to humans, I know that for sure. And as such, I consider myself a Human Fairy. Of sorts. Like I said, I value my autonomy, and my right to say what I am and be what I am.

For me, the difference between a Faery and a Fairy is that Faeries are the beings that already existed, living at arm's length from most humans for most all time. We only remotely understood them back then, we only remotely understand them now. But we respect them, and many do respect us back and seek friendships with us.

The Fairy, on the other hand, is that cultural archetype you were talking about. A Fairy can be created by a human, it can be a human, it can be a character, and most importantly, it can be the link between people and magic. I have an affinity for pixies and pillywiggins, flower fairies, gnomes, brownies, dryads, sylphs, and all manner of tiny winged beings of nature, and yes, Tinker Bell, who was my personal introduction to the Fairy world, and the idea that there are magical beings who live in another world but also interact with our world. My first 'kin feels' would have been daydreaming myself in Pixie Hollow/Fairy Haven as a tiny fairy with wings and a talent, just the same way Prilla blinks to the Mainland. I still clap sometimes, because I do believe in Fairies.

And I think that the spirit world contains multitudes. I think it contains Faeries and Fairies all at once, and that thoughtforms, spirits, fae, and gods are all a big part of what makes humanity who we are in the first place.

And even still, I don't know if I have all of my facts and beliefs straight. But I know that I don't have to. If I waited until I understood myself completely before going and living my life, I'd simply never get the chance to. And so I just go live it. As I get older I care less about the labels and more about the experiences. But I love being a Fairy. I love being Otherkin. And I love talking to the kindest of the Good Folk. And I'll love this whether or not I will ever fully understand any of it.

I truly hope this is something like the answer you were hoping for.

[versegm]

“Man! What a match, huh?” The foreign master is grinning from ear to ear, taking off her baseball uniform. “I hope we get to face each other off again next year! This was so much fun!”

The uniform she’s changing into is one from Chaldea. The black one, to be precise. The one you’ve been wearing through every lostbelt so far. She recognized Mandricardo earlier. She’s been almost as far as you. She’s seen almost as much as you do. She’s worked so hard, gotten so far, and she has-

failed.

No command spell ornate her hand. Liz, waiting for her outside, will surely dissolve with the singularity. This master, this you from another world, is alone.

“Well, this is a goodbye.” She concludes, buttoning her shirt all the way up. “See you later-!”

She moves to leave the lockers, but you grab her arm first.

“You don’t need to leave.” You tell her hurriedly. “There’s space in the Border. We could use a backup Master, even. We could-”

She smiles at you, and you end your sentence here. It’s not like her earlier smile. This one is very small, and very sad. You know that smile. You know it because it’s your face. You know it because she’s you.

She cannot stay here. She cannot stay anywhere. Such is the curse of Musashi’s kin, of these survivors from pruned timelines- doomed to hop from world to world, never to stick around.

The woman suddenly reaches up, to your face. Fingers graze your cheek.

“Give me something to remember. Please.” And then, a little quieter: “it is so cold out there, and I have been so lonely.”

A pang of hurt ripples through your soul. You understand. You understand. You can barely imagine a life without your servants around, without at the very least the comfort of the suitcase by your side. Such a fate would have been torture to you- and therefore must be torture to her, now.

You lean down, and catch her lips between her own. The kiss is brief, but heated, not so much lust as hunger, as the desperate need to remember the touch of another human.

When the two of you part, she rests her head against your chest, breathing heavily.

“... Give me a name.” She mutters eventually. “That, I can carry with me.”

You think back to Fairy Britain. That’s a heavy responsibility, a name- identity and duty all into one. You are no magician. You do not have clairvoyance. All you can do is pick a sound you like, and hope it gives her a better fate to look forward to. “How about Rokka?”

“Rokka… Yes. Yes, I’ll remember that.” She tilts her head and looks up at you. “You’ll take care of them, right? Our beloveds.”

“Of course.” Your servants have died so many times for your sake already. And it will happen again. But you can’t let it be for good. You can’t. You can’t.

“You have to survive this. You can’t end up like me. It sucks. You have to live through this.” Her hands clench around the fabric of your shirt. “One of us has to. One of us has to make all these corpses worth it. One of us has to make all our corpses worth it. You have to live through this.”

You circle your arms around her, and hold her tightly. “I’ll… do my best.”

“Hey. Listen.” She tilts her head up to look at your face. “I know you don’t like yourself very much. I know because I don’t like myself very much. We have done terrible things. Nothing will ever change that.” She reaches up to take your chin again. “But I know you love me. I know because it is in your nature to love. So believe me when I say this: no matter what happens, whether you succeed or fail, whether you are victim or murderer, I love you. ”

You know. You know. You know. You want to say so, but your throat feels swollen.

She smiles again, a bittersweet thing. “I’ll cherish the name you gave me. Try to forget it though, alright?”

She gets on her tiptoes, presses her lips against yours, and-

-You wake up in a jolt, safely nestled in your bed back in Novum Chaldea.

Slowly, you raise a hand to touch your lips. Then, with a huff, you throw an arm over your eyes.

“Idiot.” Hot tears are gathering at the corners of your eyes. “Of course I’ll remember you.”

[fair-city-packs]

so. not feeling really coherent right now so i'm just gonna say some vibes and see what yall take from it.

draft horse, appaloosa horse, koi ponds, marimos, chess with emphasis on the knight piece, fairy circles.

Greetings! Thanks for requesting! Hope it's to your liking!

⭐

A Spaceship Has Brought Your Delivery!

Name(s): Rue. Brighton, Glyn, Fern, Lancelet, Appaloosa, Spot, Spots, Pond

Pronouns: Spot / He / It / Moss / Pond / Apple / Draft / Knight / Chess / Horse / Run / Fae

Would you like suggested neopronouns?: Yes

Gender(s): Masculine, male, non-binary, mossgender, koigender, koiboy, floragender, biogender, naturegender, faunagender, equusgender 

Would you like suggested xenogenders?: Yes

Orientation(s): Strayt, enbyhet, monospec, NBLW, MLW, XLW, contraic, trixic

Age(s): Adult, twenties

Species: Fairy

Source(s): N/A

Role(s): Faunin, protector, swordsperson, social protector, knight, creature carer

Kin(s) (Optional): Horsekin, Draft Horsekin, Appaloosa Horsekin

Personality traits/details: Honest, protective, thoughtful

Likes: Fish keeping, nature hikes, gardening, running, ponds, and other bodies of water

Dislikes: Assuming things, dishonesty, messes, tight clothing, spicy food

Sign Off: 🐎🧚

Extra details: Favorite color is green. Had otherkin awakening in teen years. Has a pet marimos.

Faceclaim: N/A

Would you like a picrew?: Yes

Picrew

Have a good day! Also, just as reminder, it's okay to deviate from source, it's okay to not be anything like source, or be totally like source, or something in-between! I hope spot works wonders in your system! - ⭐

[socialmediasocrates]

YOUR PRINCESS IS IN A DIFFERENT CASTLE: a wip intro

Genres: fairy tale retelling, fantasy, adventure, romance, new adult

Status: plotting

Tropes: Knight in Sour Armor, Earn Your Happy Ending, The Power of Love, Don't You Dare Pity Me!, Boy Meets Girl, Girl in the Tower, Be Careful What You Wish For

In short: Two unremarkable side characters try to rescue their love interests from a demon who doesn't even know who they are...oh, yeah, and save the storyscape, that, too.

Synopsis

The starborn is among the last of its kind, doomed to a lonely eternity in the Graveyard of the Stars...or it was. Until a kitchen runner accidentally summoned it and botched the entire ritual. Now the starborn is Aster, a pathetic little man with an equally pathetic little crush. Grappling with suddenly having humanity thrust upon it was not in the Design. Being a nameless filler character in a story it doesn't even know was not in the Design. Inheriting an infatuation with Theobroma Cirolla, a pastry chef with the temperament of a wet cat on a good day, was not in the Design. But the starborn is making a valiant effort at doing all of the above, all the way until the day one of his own kin devours his story, steals Theo away, and casts him into the broader storyscape.

Forced to join forces with shepherdess-turned-witch Beata, Aster strikes out to save Theo, go back to his quiet, unbothered existence, and save the fabric of reality, in that order. None of this was in the Design, but the Design is unraveling. Along with his last goddamn nerve.

Characters

ASTER

The food runner was squishy where he wasn't gangly and bony, unevenly freckled all over, the image of earnest mundanity. It takes the starborn a solid week to get used to using these clumsy, slow feet, and nearly a week longer to adapt to the surprising strength of the arms and upper back. It trips over Aster's uselessly long legs all too often, sending trays laden with foot and drink scattering, shattering, and splattering all over rugs that look expensive. Nobody even seems surprised by this. At least it's slotting itself neatly into Aster's life.

THEO

Aster had thought the pastry chef called "Theobroma Cirolla" or "Theo, unless you want a finger chopped off" was the most beautiful person he'd ever laid eyes on. This, unfortunately, colors the starborn's perception of her, too. She is small, even for a human. Soft, composed entirely of curved lines and circles. The hair that peaks out from beneath her scarves is densely curly and roughly the color of melted chocolate. Her eyes are big and brown and ringed with heavy, dark eyelashes, and her skin is always a little flushed from the ovens. She refuses to lift her chin to look him in the eye. She is always looking up at him through that screen of eyelashes, and she is always looking at him like he's a cockroach in her bread basket. And the entire time, it is endlessly, hopelessly charmed.

BEATA

He thinks that you would end up with someone that looks like her if you took a cloud, dipped it in gold glitter, and sculpted a person out of it. The mystery woman has puffy wheat-blonde hair and deeply tanned skin and, most crucially, a shepherd's crook that bleeds magic. It is nearly blinding to look at. He has to blink four times for his sight to clear enough to make her out again; by then, he's more or less determined to avoid her at all costs. She is perched on a fence, waving to get his attention, a welcoming smile edged with venom on her face and a feral sort of panic in the tension of her shoulders. He wants nothing to do with her. Because life is never about what he wants, though, she is directly in his path.

FAUST

Now, give a good think to what you would do in Faust's shoes. You made a deal with a demon because you wanted people to like you better. It blew up in your face. The demon is now threatening to unravel the fabric of reality and ascend to godhood, and you are being rescued at this exact moment. If you think that you'd be a little grateful, it's because you're not Faust. Faust grins one of those stupid grins. He holds up some twisted chunk of metal in his hand and opens his mouth to say something. He never gets to, though, because Beata throws her shoe at him.

[scr-ppup]

Minecraft ender dragon flag

Blank / Hearttype

kintype

These flags are exclusive to the fictionkin / kiths within the Alterhuman / Therian community !

(( .. Coined by [ The Seeker ] aka primuscapere ))

[ ID start .. four identical rectangular 7 striped flags on two different rows with different symbols; first row has a blank flag and hearttype symbol, the second row has the basic therian and kintype symbols. The colors go black, dark muted purple, grey, off white creme, grey, dark muted purple, black. The circle of the flag supports eight horns two on top, two on side turned upwards, four on the side of the snout turner downward, leather wings and a snout in only lineart. ]

[ Hearttype symbol ID .. a heart that ends with a diamond on the inner side of it with a circle clipping through it .. Hearttype symbol ID ]

[ Kintype symbol ID .. a seven pointed star of elven / fairy star .. Kintype symbol ID ]

[ PT .. coined by [ the seeker ] aka primuscapere .. pt end ]

Tags - @kin-flags

[ask-tssb]

Has anyone lost a loved one? How did you handle the burial/memorial? Are there some types of burials that humans can't participate in due to their lack of a core?

Myu: Um... I don't know... I think my mother would have liked to be buried near our tree... Maybe... maybe I should have gone back... maybe I should go back and... bury her.

Caroline: We cremated Jean-Marie's Core and spread him across the plains with the winds. When you cremate a Core, it just incinerates into raw magic. It's just... we return the people we love back to the earth we came from as quickly as possible.

Roxanne: I haven't lost any of my immediate family members, thankfully, but any direct interactions with magic are pretty lost on us. I seem to recall ancient humans being buried with magical artifacts, though...

Matt: When ol' Dougie passed -- he was the leader of our village back in Galar -- his Core was wrapped in the finest wool anyone could weave. His herd stood around his resting place in a circle with their heads bowed toward him 'till mornin', a practice that represents protectin' someone from harm. As fer Alexandria... we've been arguin' about it. I think she'd like to stick around fer a while after we put her to rest... she always did like the view here. She should enjoy it a bit longer.

Dr. Steele: For many fairy-types, we don't consider death to be a true end. When one's body disintegrates, their magic returns to the world around us, and it surrounds us in everything we do, no? My family has such beautiful urns and vases for the Cores of beloved kin, always keeping them with us and passing them down through the generations. I believe we have the remains of my great-great-great-great-great grandmother!

[catsofemma]

hey friends!!

my name is kayla (or you can just call me kay) :3 i am here to talk about my comfort media!

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

this is my new blog where i will make lego friends content and share other lego friends posts because along with disney fairies, rainbow high, etc. lego friends is a huge brainrot of mine!

🌈 ABOUT ME

GENERATIONS: i’m a big fan of all of the versions of lego friends. the original generation is of course the most nostalgic, girls on a mission is very creative and innovative, and the most recent version is an adorable modern take on the world of friends 💖

CONTENT: i will post all sorts of content! between fanarts, edits, headcanons, rant posts, and more. you can also find me on my main @georgiasbloom where i post about all my doll medias and fandoms (i’d usually just maintain one account but there’s an animal inside of me that loves creating separate accounts for more organization on my fav medias) and @mermaidrani where i post about my most fav media, disney fairies ✨

FANDOM: i’ve been a big fan of lego friends since 2019 when my closest friends inspired me to get back into my childhood media :) ever since then, i’ve made tons of lego friends edits and been active in creating for instagram and fandom spaces. i’m content vibing in the corner with my small circle of friends, but it’s always nice to find posts by people online who are a fan :P 🎀

FAVOURITES: it’s hard to pick favs, and i’ve definitely flipped between all the main five girls throughout time. emma is my closest kin, mia has been a consistent fav, and i’m deeply in love with liann and nova (from the recent generation)

my favourite ships have always been miemma (mia x emma), stephivia (stephanie x olivia), mivi (mia x livi), andremma (andrea x emma), and liannova (liann x nova) 💝

v check my tags for organized content v

[still-single]

DISCOS HEATHEN: NEW SHOWS

Been a minute since I dropped in here, Tumbles. Please check out these new sets, made by me, at home. No more community radio station getting in the way of my ambitions. Enjoy these.

Ep. 360 (it killed Kissinger) 29 November 2023

Kleeer - Tonight

Seekersinternational - 2 Gold Chain (Drive U Crazy)

Cherrystones - Robot��s Kin

Komare - untitled

Identified Patient - Nog Steeds High Van De Lak

Kirlian - Pulsingers Dream

Run DMC - Rock the House

NYCC - I’ll Keep a Light In My Window

ALXAMBRA — arabic

Dow Jones and the Industrials - Never Too Stoned to Disco

Gerycz Powers Rolin - Activator

Venus Club - 14

Bar Italia - Hi Fiver

Violent Change - McCartney the Fox

Mike Donovan - Sadfinger Meets the Mighty Flash

Papa Yankson - Dodo Bi Afre

The Embrooks - I’m Coming Home

Eastlink - Blood Money

Tara Clerkin Trio — Brigstow

Andre Ethier — On Lies

Chi to Shizuku — Yoru no Kono Sora Toi

Empire — All These Things

Embrace — Money

England’s Glory — City of Fun

The Sundae Painters — Sweet Dreams

Bear Bones, Lay Low — Historia Microscopica

Bobby Jimmy and the Critters — Roaches (instr.)

Central Line — Walking into Sunshine

Ep. 359 (broke my shit) 19 November 2023

Third World War — Preaching Violence

Circus Lupus — I Always Thought You Were An Asshole

Shabba Ranks — Dem Bow

Gang of Four — Ether (Peel Session)

Collate — Disassociative Ritual

Erotic Drum Band — Plug Me to Death

Thorne — Face 2 Face

Flex TMG — Come On Over (Bebe)

Country Teasers — Please Stop Fucking Each Other

Ryan Davis & the Roadhouse Band — Junk Drawer Heart

Section 25 — Sutra

Finnoguns Wake — Blue Skies

The Native Cats — Small Town Cop Override

My Heart, An Inverted Flame — Pollen Blacked Out the Sky

Mutant Strain — Knuckle Dragger

Circle Jerks — Red Tape

Excelsior — Hot Shit Sandwich

Ooga Boogas — The Octopus Is Back

Cherubs — Carjack Fairy

Steel Pole Bath Tub — The Scarlet

Protomartyr — Want Remover

Hans-Joachim Roedelius — Durch Die Wüste

Huerco S. — Plonk VI

Nine Dog Dick — I Bought a Suicide for the Holidays

[ashes-and-static]

Inspired by this work over here, concerning the existence of the death god before Narinder/The One Who Waits

Readmore because it's long. Might crosspost over to AO3 later.

Narinder opened his eyes, squinting into the gloom. He last remembered...

Right. He'd been out on a crusade with the Lamb, ensuring the borders around the cult's-

Well. It wasn't really a cult now, was it? More of a small village with a resident god who only wanted their people happy.

The village, then. They'd been making sure the borders around the village were secure. What had....?

He remembered seeing one of the larger invaders appear behind the lamb, one of those black-robed fiends that could vanish and appear at will, with its claws raised as if to strike the young Death god down-

Ah. Narinder had been foolish. The Lamb was sturdy stock, they would've been able to endure that strike even while wearing the Berserker's Fleece (which they didn't wear when they travelled with him, because they knew it made him upset), but Narinder himself was still recovering from his long centuries chained in that white hellscape. The blow meant for his Lamb had struck him instead, and now he found himself in an empty darkness, nothing but void as far as his three eyes could see.

I see you have found yourself mortal once again, O One Who Waits.

Narinder stiffened, feeling his fur bristle at the strange staticky voice.

"Who's there?!" He called, claws out and eyes wide. "What do you want?!"

You know who I am. You know exactly what I want.

A thrill of ice sank into his ribs. The Old God who claimed ownership of the crowns granted to himself and his siblings (and who apparently was an enemy to the mother of the Three, from what Shamura had later found) had named a price for "allowing" them to retain their gifts - if those crowns were ever lost, and something struck them down before Death could claim them...

Well. The hellish purgatory that the Lamb had told him about would seem tame in comparison.

Narinder tried to back away from where he thought the Eater was, his spatial awareness shot to pieces in the void.

There is no escape for you, Narinder. There is no Death to claim you here, they will not know to find you in My keeping.

"They will know!" Narinder insisted, hating the desperation that edged his voice. "I have had to teach them almost nothing, they will know how to find me!"

He hated, hated the sensations that crept along his skin, like he was a lone sheep being circled by wolves.

He wondered if this had been how the Lambs had felt, as they were rounded up, hunted down, slaughtered down to the last.

He barely had time to see, as a withered hand shot toward him-

And was struck away by a strange, hook-shaped staff.

NO!

"He doesn't belong to you, Zelkos. Nor do he or his siblings belong to your kin who devour each other, over and over again until the universe unwinds." Narinder almost wanted to weep in relief at the sound of that voice, of The Lamb's voice, but something was... different. Something he'd glimpsed for only a second when he'd fought the Lamb for the Red Crown.

And in the next moment, he could see.

The small stature, stubby horns and gentle face were gone, replaced by something more reminiscent of the Dragons of old - taller than Narinder was and broad as a mountain, two horns that bent above the head and another two curling around the ears, and a mouth that realistically shouldn't have canine teeth that sharp nor should it open that wide...

The Shepherd had been a fairy tale long before Narinder himself had been born, even Shamura had struggled to find mention of them in all their books. A legend, a myth even, from before legends had begun, the Shepherd had forged the Red Crown when they saw the struggles of those who died and failed to make the crossing between worlds.

The only people who had spoken of the Shepherd were the ones who claimed They were one of their own: the Lambs. Nomadic wanderers, always -in those days- passing through places in groups no smaller than ten, usually no greater than fifty. Ironically enough, they'd referred to their own navigators as Shepherds, as well.

The Shepherd of the Damned, the mythical god had been called. Narinder wondered why he'd ever forgotten.

A sharp crack of wood striking metal snapped him from his drifting thoughts. The Lamb - the Shepherd? - had batted away Zelkos, their muzzle wrinkled and teeth bared in a snarl. The Red Crown glowed like a beacon among the curls of wool atop their head, and their power wrapped around Narinder himself like armor, black cosmic fire burning between him and the writhing shadows of the void that had wanted to consume him.

"I have humbled far stronger gods than you, Zelkos. Do not make me end you, for there will be nothing waiting for you beyond the horizon." the Shepherd growled, their voice a rumble deep in their chest. "He. Is. Mine."

The eldritch monster grumbled softly, withdrawing itself back into the sphere-and-cloak-and-(broken)-halo form that Narinder remembered the Old Gods favoring.

I will not forget this, treacherous Lamb.

"Perhaps, then, you should also remember: even when my kind were driven from this land, I still took your siblings beyond the horizon. Force the issue, and I will take you as well."

Zelkos receded quickly, hissing as they did so, and the darkness faded into a soft grey. The Lamb let their power fade, gently reverting to their smaller form. Turning, they gestured for Narinder to bend forward and took his face into their hands, cupping his cheeks with a delicacy he hadn't expected.

"Are you injured?" They asked, their voice back to the featherlight bleating he was used to hearing. "I... haven't faced that one in many lifetimes, not since before you took up the Crown I think. And... unfortunately, I doubt I'll remember this after you're back in your body where you belong. The Crown remembers, but my mortal mind doesn't. Can't. Not yet, anyway."

"You... You are the Shepherd." Narinder whispered, letting himself drop to his knees. Looking up to the Lamb like they were something holy, something treasured.

"I was, and I will be, but I'm not. Not Yet. This body is too young." They smiled back at him, radiant and full of love. "You kept my crown safe while I could not wear it, and you loved it and me best of all my followers, just as you always have. My people are lost to this land, for now, but they will return as we always do. We're a little inevitable, like that. But, Nari, I don't have much time like this. You need to return to your body, and I can guide you there, but you have to trust me completely, alright? Otherwise, this will hurt."

Narinder didn't, couldn't hesitate. "Of course, Lamb."

-x-

He felt like he had when Leshy had bull-rushed him that one time, when they'd both been children still; his chest hurt, his legs felt like they had until very recently been at a very awkward angle, and it felt like there were many tiny people with lead hammers banging away on the inside of his skull. The pillow beneath his head was soft, though, and something smelled like mothers' milk and made the kitten buried deep in the recesses of his mind come forward and try to demand to both knead and nurse.

Were it not for how much movement hurt, Narinder would probably act on those instincts. As it sat, though, all he could really do was turn his head to one side and press slightly into the soft pillow beneath his head.

A gentle chuckle wrapped around him like a woolen blanket, and a featherlight touch against his head soothed the hammerers slightly.

"Sleep a little longer, dear one. The healing needs a little longer to fully take." A kiss, delicate and chaste, was placed over his central eye, and sleep once again swept over him.

[eldritchboop]

45 Rare Supernatural Books - Ghost Stories and Mysteries

The Lost Book Project charges $12 for this collection. If you found this roundup helpful, please consider donating to the Internet Archive instead. Other roundups here

The Book on Mediums: Guide for Mediums and Invocators by Allen Kardec (1861)

The Spirits' Book by Allen Kardec (1857)

Life In The World Unseen by Anthony Borgia (1878)

The Urantia Papers (1955)

Book Of The Damned by Charles Fort (1919)

The Human Atmosphere (1911)

True Irish Ghost Stories - J. D. Seymour (1914)

The Night Side of Nature by Catherine Crowe (1847)

Unveiled Mysteries (1914)

Ancient Mysteries and Modern Revelations (1910)

Wanderer In The Spirit Lands by Franchezzo (1896)

Scenes Beyond the Grave. Trance of Marietta Davis - M. Davis (1859)

Stranger Than Fiction: Being Tales From the Byways of Ghosts and Folk-lore - M. L. Lewes (1911)

Coming Of The Fairies by Arthur Conan Doyle (1922)

True Ghost Stories - H. Carrington (1915)

Complete Hypnotism Mesmerism Mind Reading And Spiritualism (1903)

Contact with the Other World (1919)

Vampire His Kith And Kin (1918)

Spiritism in its Simplest Expression: Summary of the Spirits' Teachings and their Manifestations by Allen Kardec  Ed note: Still in print; this is a link to a preview.

Spiritualist philosophy, the spirits' book - containing the principles of spiritist doctrine on the immortality of the soul, the nature of spirits and their relations with men - A. Kardec (1875)

Experimental Investigation Of The Spirit Manifestations (1855)

From India To The Planet Mars (1900)

Lives of the Necromancers (1834)

Hypnotism Magnetism, Mesmerism, Suggestive Therapeutics and Magnetic Healing (1910)

My Experiences While Out Of My Body (1915)

Phantasms of the Living, Vol. 1 (1886)

Phantasms of the Living, Vol. 2 (1886)

The Philosophy of Mystery (1841)

Tales Of The Dartmoor Pixies (1890)

The Book of Dreams and Ghosts (1897)

The Phantom World Or, The Philosophy of Spirits, Apparitions, etc. (1850)

Experimental Spiritism - A. Kardec (1874)

The Soul of Things by William Denton (1871)

Vedanta Philosophy - Five Lectures on Reincarnation - A. Swami (1902)

Reincarnation - A Study of Forgotten Truth - E. D. Walker (1888)

Fairy Circles Tales and Legends of Giants, Dwarfs, Fairies, Water-Sprites and Hobgoblins by Villamaria (1877)

The destiny of the soul. A critical history of the doctrine of a future life - W. R. Alger (1878) A Book of Ghosts - S. Baring-Gould (1904)

Ghost land, or, Researches into the mysteries of occultism - W. Britten (1876)

The Encyclopedia of Ghosts and Spirits (1992)

Historic ghosts and ghost hunters - H. A. Bruce (1908)

How to Speak with the Dead; a Practical Handbook - Sciens (1918)

In ghostly Japan - L. Hearn (1900)

Scottish Ghost Stories - E. O'Donnell (1911)

Some Haunted Houses of England - E. O'Donnell (1908)

[shadowtemplepdx]

Note: This Esbat requires more advance preparation than the others.

It is performed on the Second Dark Moon in a Solar month. Because it's Otherworld oriented. the entire ritual is presented, including the Circle Casting and Simple Feast of Fairy Tea and Cookies with Otherworld references.

During the day: try to avoid eating: meat, poultry, or seafood; Eat instead: roots, tubers, vegetables, soy or dairy products.

Preparation Before Casting the Circle

Set Altar or table so that you face the West and cover with a cloth of white, purple, or gray.

Have three Altar candles of gray or pale lavender with center candle lighter in color than the outer two.

Working candle may be gray or lavender pillar style; wand should be elder, hazel, or hawthorn; bowl of spring water; bowl of burdock root; incense with an earthy, green, or misty scent; libation bowl containing a small amount of flower petals; bowl of milk; bowl of crumbled mugwort to drop into pillar candles.

Ground and center, then bathe with an herb bag of lavender, linden, marigold, & rosemary in a room scented with patchouli incense and lighted by 1 of the 3 gray candles.

Dry off and robe lightly or be skyclad (naked);

boil a kettle of water, warm the teapot, then prepare the Beverage:

Fairy Tea

Ingredients

3 teaspoons black tea

1/2 teaspoon chamomile

1 teaspoon dandelion root

1/2 teaspoon elder flower

1 1/2 teaspoons hops

1/2 teaspoon mugwort

1/2 teaspoon raspberry leaf

1 1/2 teaspoons rose hips

saying as the ingredients are dropped into teapot:

Black for power, apple of night, root of the sun, Lady's Blessing Lord's leap for joy then between the worlds, to Fairy bramble, with token of love, brewed to bring the Fair Ones close to me.

Add boiling water and cover to steep

Quarters: may have crystals or candles. North and South candles are pale green. East and West candles are pale gray.

Put sweetener, milk, cup, teapot, and plate of tea cookies on Altar/table for the Simple Feast portion of the ritual.

Circle Casting

Sweep Circle deosil, starting at West, with a besom not made of broom plant but can be straw, pine, palm, oak leaves, etc.

As I sweep this circle, may it be cleansed and made ready for my work.

Light incense, Altar candies, and the working pillar candle, ring a tiny bell or clap hands three times:

The circle is about to be cast and I freely stand within to greet the Other People with the blessing of my Lady and my Lord of Greenwood.

Take center Altar candle widdershins starting at West to address the Quarters and light the Elemental candles [if used]:

[W]: I call upon the Light between the Waters to illuminate and protect the circle

[envision the glow of bioluminescence].

[S]: I call upon the Light between the Fires to illuminate and protect the circle

[envision the blue glow of marsh light called the will-o-the-wisp].

[E]: I call upon the Light between the Airs to illuminate and protect the circle

[envision the sparking blue flames of ball lightning].

[N]: I call upon the Light between the Earth to illuminate and protect the circle

[envision the pale glow of cavern deposits of phosphorescence].

Set the candle back of the Altar table and raise the athame :

I draw this circle in the presence of the Lady and the Lord of Otherworld to be a place where the Other People may manifest and bless me who am their kin in this world, and known as [Name].

Cast Circle widdershins, starting at the West, envisioning blue light coming from the tip of :re athame:

This is the boundary of the Circle in which only love shall enter and leave.

Touch athame tip to spring water and to burdock root as saying:

Spring water is the purity of the Lady and the Fount of Life Eternal; and burdock is the Lord's root of purification, protection, and warding of the negative. I bless this water and root to be used in the Circle in the names of the Lady and the Lord, the Queen and the King of Otherworld.

Drop 3 athame tips of burdock root into the water and stir 3 times:

In the names of the Lady and the Lord of Otherworld, l consecrate and cleanse this water to be used in this Circle.

Take water bowl and sprinkle blessed water around Circle widdershins, starting at West:

I consecrate this Circle in the names of the Queen and King of Fairy. This Circle is charged by the Powers of the Ancient Ones! Only love shall enter and leave!

Fume the Circle widdershins, starting at the West, with incense smoke:

May the smoke consecrate this Circle that it be purified and sealed, and may the fragrance be pleasing and welcoming to my visitors and helpers, visible and invisible. This Circle is conjured a Circle of Power. So Mote lt Be!

Make the Solar/Lunar sigil with the blessed water over the third eye:

l, [Craft Name], am consecrated before the Lady and Lord of Otherworld, in this Their Circle.

With wand, greet the Elementals widdershins starting at the West:

[W]: l call upon you Elemental Water to attend this rite and guard this Circle, for as I have blood and feelings, we are kith and kin!

[envision a selkie].

[S]: l call upon you Elemental Fire to attend this rite and guard this Circle, for as I have the spark of life and strength of will, we are kith and kin!

[envision a will o 'the wisp or fire dragon].

[E]: l call upon you Elemental Air to attend this rite and guard this Circle, for as I have breath and thought, we are kith and Kin!

[envision a sylph].

[N]: l call upon you Elemental Earth to attend this rite and guard this Circle, for as I have body and fortitude, we are kith and kin!

[envision a gnome or cobalt].

At Altar, draw the cosmic lemniscate (sideways 8) with wand.

With both hands, hold wand overhead:

Hail to the Elementals at the Four Quarters! Welcome Lady and Lord to this rite! | stand between the worlds with love and power all around! | call upon my Lady and my Lord as Queen and King of the Sidhe to bless my communion with the Other People. l affirm my joy of union with the Divine in all realms and worlds, and I acknowledge your blessings upon me. What I send returns to me, and I conduct my Craft accordingly.

Set wand down, pick up athame and point tip to teapot:

Great Lady, bless this creature of Water and of Earth to your service. May l always remember the cauldron waters of rebirth and the many forms of being. Of Water and Earth am l.

Put down the athame and hold up teapot:

I honor you, Great Lady!

Set the teapot down and hold the wand over the incense:

Great Lord, bless this creature of Fire and Air to your service. May I always remember the sacred fire that dances within all life and hear the voices of the Divine. Of Fire and Air am l.

Put down the wand and hold up censer:

l honor you, Great Lord!

Set the censer down; pour some tea into the teacup:

Power and Grace; Beauty and Strength are in the Lady and the Lord. Patience and Love; Wisdom and Knowledge; you are Endings, Passages, and Beginnings; in all worlds are you. I honor you both!

Pour some of the tea from the teacup into the bowl of flower petals; take a sip from the teacup. Raise arms in an open gesture:

Hail to the People of the Land of Mist. Greetings l send to the People of the Undying Lands of Otherworld. Hear my call and let the Gateway be opened between This World and Otherworld. In the names of the Lady and the Lord, do I call upon the Fair Ones in peace and love.

Lower arms, lift gray pillar working candle:

As this light shines before me, let the light of Otherworld reach into this place.

Set down the candle and add mugwort on the flame of the pillar working candle.

Perform Otherworld Meditation, Companion Quest, other Ritual or Craft Work

Fairy Tea and Cookies - Serve tea [if doing a Companion Quest Ritual, then follow the ritual in that section for the Simple Feast serving both places], adding sweetener and milk as desired, and place a cookie on the saucer.

Open arms, palms up, and bless the meal:

I know of my needs and offer my appreciation to that which sustains me. May I ever remember the blessings of my Lady and my Lord. The Lord brings spiritual life through the bounty of the Lady of Otherworld, that all is created in undying beauty. I honor the inner beauty of the spirit, and the Keepers of immortality.

Add a bit of tea and a piece of a cookie to the bowl of flowers; sit, eat and drink, [if having tea with the Fairy Companion, the food and drink of the Other will not be consumed in the material manner] but the flavor essence will be removed]. Feel the closeness of Otherworld and the Presence of the Other People. Commune as desired, asking for their continued presence in home and property; their assistance in bringing a spell or other matter into manifestation; their aid in removing from manifestation something not desired.

Opening the Circle

When finished with Simple Feast of Fairy Tea and Cookies, hold athame over table:

Lady and Lord of the Sidhe, I am blessed by your sharing this time with me. Watch over and guard me; guide me here and on all my paths. I came in love and I depart in love. I honor the Lady and the Lord of Otherworld, where the spirit is nourished in song and joy. The dance is ever moving and never-ending. Let the Gateway between this World and Otherworld close once more as I take my leave of the Fair Ones in peace and love. So Mote lt Be!

[Snuff working candle].

Raise athame in salute:

Love is the Law and the Bond. Merry did we meet, merry do we part, and merry will we meet again. Merry Meet, Merry Part, and Merry Meet again! The Circle is now cleared. So Mote lt Be!

Kiss blade of athame, set it on the Altar. Take candle snuffer around the Circle widdershins, starting ac the West, to snuff candles at the Quarters:

[W]: Depart in peace, Elemental Water! My blessings take with you! [S]: Depart in peace, Elemental Fire! My blessings take with you! [E]: Depart in peace, Elemental Air! My blessings take with you! [N]: Depart in peace, Elemental Earth! My blessings take with you!

Set down the snuffer; raise arms:

Beings and Powers of the visible and invisible, depart in peace! You aid in my work, whisper in my mind, bless me from all realms and worlds you inhabit, and there is harmony between us. My blessings take with you. The Circle is cleared.

Take the athame to the North; proceed deosil to open the Circle:

The circle is open yet the circle remains as its magical power is drawn back into me.

At the North touch flat of athame to forehead to return energy inward; balance; and ground residue by touching palms to the Earth or floor.

Benediction

Turn to altar table at West and touch tip of athame to forehead, seeing the blue light swirling and returning inside; then raise athame in a salute:

The ritual is ended!

Set down athame; open arms outward; palms up:

Blessings have been given,

Draw arms together, crossed over chest and bow:

and blessings have been received.

Bring arms forward with hands together in front; palms upright, outward:

May the peace of the Goddess and the God remain in my heart. So Mote It Be!

Ground excess energy by touching palms to floor; put away all magical tools and clear the Altar; empty libation bowl onto the Earth or flowing water.