#the bloodfey
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goddesstrolls Ā· 5 months ago
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this fairy prince hates transphobes and cops
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goddesstrolls Ā· 9 months ago
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"The cloak is more to hide my wings from less kind trolls."
>> You brush aside your cloak and partially reveal your shimmering wings for just a moment. And then- Moving carefully and purposefully so she can tell what you're doing- You unsheathe your sword. You hold it in a manner that indicates she can look, but not touch- It'll burn her if she does, anyway.
>> Akin to an estoc, the long blade gleams as though made of solid light. The handle is carved of black unicorn horn- Given by your lusus- And it's hard to tell if there's metal under the glow of the blade.
"I would not mind a spar, but not with this blade."
>> After giving her a few moments to look, you sheathe it again.
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"āš” I Č¼an't say I'm too keen on monster hunting, but you seem like a Č¼apable warrior. A deadly one, one who strikes hard and doesn't let up. I suppose I Č¼an be like that as well. I'd love to see your move set somenight... A spar, perČ¼hanČ¼e? I'm always ready and willing to test someone's skills. And my own, of Č¼ourse." "āš” I do love your attire as well. Is it Č¼old where you're from? The fur, long Č¼loak and suČ¼h seem to suggest that. And that blade of yours... Seems inČ¼redibly impressive. Might I inquire what KIND of blade it is? I tend to dabble with all sorts of blades, but my personal favorite will always be the longsword. "Old reliable", as one might say." "āš” A 9/10 from me, my friend. I wish you good fortune on your travels."
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dervampireprince Ā· 3 years ago
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Hi, so um, just wanted you to know that you gave me the courage to actually take and post nsfw-ish pictures on my blog, and it's kind of a huge deal for me cuz a) shitty body image and b) dysphoria, but seeing you just being the amazing, confident, and stunning Prince that you are helped me overcome those things, if only for 1 evening, so it's kind of a big deal to me, and I wanted to thank you for that ā¤
~bloodfey
wow... okay... so i've always posted audios to help others feel desirable and for my own confidence... but the photos were just always to try and empower myself because it just... never crossed my mind that anyone else could feel empowered from them.. and especially from someone that i already know and follow. i'm insanely flattered that i was able to help you feel more confident in yourself in anyway. you look gorgeous in your pictures. i don't know if it's okay to reblog as your rule is only mutuals can reblog? which i think we are? (at least i follow you from my main)
but regardless of that everyone should go follow fey and like their photos, they're got some gorgeous little fangs, i know you guys like those here
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joel-447 Ā· 5 years ago
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@bloodfey.01 https://www.instagram.com/p/B8NeRLxhxQR/?igshid=gmq107vam7gm
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goddesstrolls Ā· 11 months ago
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wild child
marz used to keep his wings open all the time.
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goddesstrolls Ā· 10 months ago
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"He is only a reflection, and capable of granting no favors. As such, I will pay in his stead."
>> If she wants to travel into the fae realm to attempt to ask payment of the real Gwyndolen, she's free to. However, if she asks for your help with that, it'll be your end of the bargain paid and therefore Gwyndolen will have no liability. If she continues to decline your payment, the debt is forfeit.
>> Which is likely what Gwyndolen intended for his mischief.
"I offer money, unless you care for a favor from one called Beast Butcher."
>> There is the off chance she could ask you to kill Gwyndolen for his infraction, if she's particularly unfriendly, but you can think of a few ways to get out of that one.
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"Well, I'm certainly down a few creations.... I'm not used to the fair folk just.... Appearing in my cart. Usually if they're going to attempt something like that they simply try to trick me out of my wares."
>> You sigh, leaning against the cart and tossing a glance inside. Most of what had been crunched were smaller creations, a few you weren't even particularly happy with. The tiny broken bits of sugar are going to be a pain to clean up later... Couldn't have just eaten them cleanly...
"If you'd like to get something for him or yourself I have no objections, but if you're asking about damages to pay for them in some manner I won't hear it. A creature with free will and sentience can compensate on their own behalf."
>> A favor from a unicorn might be fun to have, though you get the feeling that creature would know better.
"I take payment in money, trades, or favors. I don't deal in names, though."
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goddesstrolls Ā· 1 year ago
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BLAME IS A COWARD BUT SELF-RIGHTEOUS
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goddesstrolls Ā· 8 days ago
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Hey Marzic, been getting much work lately? Ever consider making Ebidel help you out?
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"I have been lying low since the incident with that strange hound. So, not as much work as I might like."
"Ebidel helps me as he sees fit."
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goddesstrolls Ā· 1 year ago
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>> Damnit.
>> You were hunting a werewolf, a particularly vicious one at that, but it ran into the town. Likely to try to get to their hive and seek shelter, since you wounded it pretty badly.
>> You summoned your mount with a barked word in latin and tried to ride after the beast, galloping through the street at nearly full kilter. It still managed to evade you, though. You pull hard on the reins when you spot someone out and about in this rain, your black unicorn mount skidding to a halt.
"You there! Did a wolf-man or a wounded oliveblood pass through here, within a few minutes?"
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goddesstrolls Ā· 1 year ago
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>> You have a sharp tongue, but you'd make it better known if you wanted to kill them for some transgression. Most trolls are deserving of warning and a fair fight- You even gave this wolf warning that you were on the hunt, and he responded by challenging you.
>> You proceed to wrap the troll fully in your cloak, and heft his body onto your shoulders.
"I will bring him to my client as proof that the job is done. And, provided they want nothing to do with the body, he will be examined and either burned, or buried."
>> You have no qualms about sharing your methods, when there's no need to be secretive. A monster hunter willingly sharing her expertise is how you learned, after all.
>> You're always careful with the bodies of your marks. In some cases, it's fine to leave them to decay naturally. In others, they have to be burned to prevent them from poisoning the landscape or resurrecting (Imagine, for a moment, an undead werewolf). Sometimes you inter them out of respect- Usually this is the case with trolls.
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The mage, aka you, is far too afraid and yet also a little fascinated to even be considering that at the moment. Youā€™ve never seen a shifter turn beforeā€¦you didnā€™t know it happened after death, or even that it could.
Part of you almost feels guilty about watching, butā€¦itā€™s interesting, even if itā€™s morbid.
ā€œAh.ā€ You swallow. ā€œPardon my asking, but what are you going to do with him?ā€
He seemsā€¦less viciousā€¦than you feared, given how heā€™s handling the body. Itā€™s very respectful. Maybe he wonā€™t hurt you for having a genuine question.
If he tries, well, you can skedaddle.
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goddesstrolls Ā· 10 months ago
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a lil flustered marz, because contrary to how he likes to act the man is not immune to emotions
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goddesstrolls Ā· 10 months ago
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Horf
Known as Gwyndolen the Mirrored, or the King of Unicorns. he is here for no reason in particular
(Also he is Marzic's, uh. Companion? Lusus? Not really sure what they are)
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goddesstrolls Ā· 10 months ago
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Hunt The Hunter
Marzic flew low through the empty streets, sunlight glinting off his fluttering wings.
Having retained some traits of a rainbow drinker following the breaking of his curse, sunlight didnā€™t affect him- One of the very few boons of the many sweeps heā€™d suffered, sleepless, deathless, and slave to unnatural hunger.
He could hunt in the daylight anyway just by asking his lusus for that protection, but he supposed it was nice to maintain the effect himself.
Marzic was after one such mark today- Some mysterious killer, an undead more than likely. Trolls were disappearing during the day, and their bodies were never found.
Tracking was nearly impossible in the city, with its endless stretches of pavement. Marzic instead followed his instinct- Threads of an unusual sense that most trolls had very little of. Seeking those feelings of fear and hunger, and the shedding of blood.
He spied something in an alley. Blood and viscera, and something hunched over it.
Marzic landed near and approached. The alley was a dead end, likely used by the undead to corner its prey. Marzic would use it now for the same purpose.
The undead had noticed him before he even appeared at the alley entrance, but hadnā€™t moved. It stared at him as he stepped into view, still hunched over its kill.
Bright red eyes gleamed from dark, sunken sockets. The mouth split along the cheeks into a drooling, bloody maw, and hands twisted into black claws. A ghoul.
Marzic drew his sword, expecting the creature to attack at any moment. Mindless, lost to the overwhelming sensation of endless hunger.
The moment he moved the creature sprung- But not towards him. It bounded against the wall and jumped upwards, out of the alley.
Fleeing.
Marzic sheathed his sword. He couldnā€™t hope to keep up with the undead. Instead he stepped over to inspect the corpse.
There was nearly nothing left, just a few gore-covered bones and blood soaked tatters of clothing. Everything else had been eaten.
Marzic wrapped up the remnants in his cloak to bury. Heā€™d carried worse with it.
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Darric adjusted the lamp above his work desk, and shuffled through the blueprints again. Heā€™d have to triple-check his math again, as he usually did, but the first draft was more or less done.Ā 
He missed sometimes, having others around to check his work. Though he hadnā€™t had that since he was an engineering student, sweeps ago now.
It was time to take a break, anyway.Ā 
He pushed out his chair and shuffled out of his work room (which doubled as his bedroom, but it was a small apartment, what could he do).Ā 
And yelped as he saw a troll pushing open the sliding glass door of his balcony.
Tall, with straight horns and shimmering blue wings. The same troll heā€™d seen in the alley a few days ago.
Before he could move, the troll had their sword drawn and the tip of it pressed to Darricā€™s throat. Darric slowly lifted his hands, swallowing hard.
He was about to die again, huh. And he didnā€™t think this troll would let him come back this time.
He tried to think of something to say as his final words. No one but this troll and Nayru would hear them.Ā 
ā€œIā€™m sorry.ā€ It was barely a whisper, his throat tight with fear. The trollā€™s cold expression betrayed nothing.
And then they lowered their weapon, and sheathed it.
Darricā€™s gaze flickered around, wondering if there was something else that made the troll decide not to kill him. His half-assed apology for nothing couldnā€™t have been it. He slowly lowered his hands, hoping he wouldn't get skewered if he moved.
ā€œHow often do you kill?ā€ The troll asked. Their voice was as beautiful as they were, calm and low. It somehow surprised him more than the question.
ā€œUh,ā€ Darric said. ā€œEvery day.ā€ He swallowed again. Hopefully that was not a murder-worthy answer.
ā€œAnd how many?ā€ The troll continued.
ā€œ...One. Maybe two.ā€
The troll hummed faintly. There was no sign of bloodlust in their eyes, not that Darric could see.
ā€œYou kill only to subsist, I take it.ā€ Said the troll.Ā 
ā€œYeah..? Kinda. Nothing really helpsā€¦I guess it gets worse if I donā€™t eat, butā€¦ā€ Darric trailed off.
ā€œYouā€™re a ghoul. Nothing will sate you. But you take to it better than most.ā€ That almost sounded like a compliment.
ā€œSoā€¦Youā€™re not going to kill me?ā€ Darric asked.
ā€œYou are not a monster.ā€ The troll replied, and Darric felt a sense of doubt before they continued. ā€œThere are living trolls who relish in bloodshed, and kill more than you. The fact that you have to kill to survive does not inherently make you a monster.ā€
But what if I enjoy it, too? A little voice in Darricā€™s head asked. Like hell he was going to pit that against this troll's logic, though.
Flames suddenly flared along Darricā€™s shoulders, and Nayru appeared half-curled around his neck.
ā€œDonā€™t listen to a word he says,ā€ Nayru hissed, burning eyes fixed on the troll. ā€œHeā€™s fae.ā€
The troll seemed unbothered both by Nayruā€™s sudden appearance and his words. ā€œI am a monster hunter.ā€ He crossed a hand over his chest, and bowed to Darric. ā€œI apologize for intruding, and for following you. If you can possibly hunt less often, I would advise it. You are drawing attention to yourself, and an undead hunter will find you eventually.ā€
As they straightened, the troll added. ā€œYour companion doesnā€™t seem too able to protect you.ā€
Nayru gave a bad-tempered huff.
ā€œNo, I should be able to protect myself, thatā€™s why.ā€ Darric rubbed the back of his neck, trying to ease his own nerves. ā€œYou, uhā€¦ Know a lot about undead, though?ā€
ā€œMore than the layman.ā€ The troll said, sounding somewhat dismissive.
ā€œCan I ask you a few questions?ā€
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goddesstrolls Ā· 1 year ago
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>> You pause for a moment, as you watch the tealblood at the water's edge. With how light your step is, it's no wonder she might have taken you for a doe.
>> You were going to wash your injuries, but you suppose you'll wait for her to be done. In the meantime, you walk up to the shore and kneel. You wince slightly at the motion, before brushing your hair aside with a soft sigh, holding it back so it doesn't get wet.
>> You dip your waterskin under the surface to begin to fill it. The water seems more than clean enough to drink.
>> You half anticipate to be disturbed, however...
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"Come here darling."
>You're standing knee-deep in the crystal-clear waters of Lake Berescana, boots discarded at the shore as you reach into the water, gently lifting up the mouth of a large fish that has swum up to you to the surface, using your other hand to reach into its mouth and pull out a small hook.
"There you go, that's a lot more comfortable now, hm?"
>You lower the fish's face back into the water, and it swims back away from the shallows as you open up a pouch around your belt and drop the discarded hook inside with the rest that you've collected.
>The first frosts have already begun in your forest, so very few trolls gather around the lake after a busy summer of leisure and gatherings, giving you an opportunity to take care of the wildlife somewhat.
>You hear the sound of something walking somewhere near the lake's edge, but you assume it's just a doe or some other creature coming to drink, letting it continue without a glance as you tap on the surface of the water, waiting for your next 'patient'.
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goddesstrolls Ā· 1 year ago
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i'm so normal about this song and also marzic. i'm Normal
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goddesstrolls Ā· 1 year ago
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gesture
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