#the fae can tho

[all-the-leaves-are-brown]

There are too many people that are cynical and hate the world on this site. Like plz I would like to make you a homemade soup would you like some soup

I will give you warm homemade soup in exchange for your broken soul and then I will fix it for you with my lil sewing kit attached to my belt while you eat the soup.

I have a mushroom hat btw

[ghostly-cabbage]

We need to talk about the worst thing about making AUs....

The fact that then when you inevitably think about crossovers you don't want the crossover with the canon you want it with your specific AU. Your brain worms, your circus, but THEN WHAT?

Oh, yeah, to understand this crossover you need to go read this entirely different fic/series? Girl help 😭 you can't do that

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt

Fae Dick ending up in canon universe... Right after canon Bruce has forced Dick into the Spyral mission.

Fae Dick's Family Catches up to fetch him back almost immediately, but it's clear to them at first sight that canon Dick is in a very bad place right now, mentally and otherwise.

Fae verse Bruce is furious at his canon version, but canon Dick points out someone has to go on the Spyral mission, and he won't risk any of his siblings being chosen.

Finally the fae verse fam convince canon Dick that he's in no shape to try a mission like that at the moment.

They agree on an exchange. Fae Dick will go to infiltrate Spyral (and possibly deal with canon Bruce), human Dick will go to the fae verse for some much needed R&R.

Spyral and Canon Bruce will never know what hit them...

Yes pls 🥺

I don’t know anything about the Spyral mission (except that Bruce quite literally forced Dick to do it when he explicitly said he didn’t want to) and that it ended up being… bad bad for Dickie, and honestly I don’t even want to know more than that. The premise with Bruce alone is… not something I can stomach reading.

But yeah for those who know more… let it be known that fae!Dick is going to fuck them all up worse than he did Slade and the Court of Owls. 🌲 ✨

[alstroemeria-fox]

blacked out while on the dragon sales forum and now i have this little man....... there are so few fae accents out there that i’m just gonna have to let the apparel speak for him

[purgatory-is-life]

Hey. Timbertie nation. Do you want this

[shmowder]

first I'm forced to learn about stocks just to manipulate the market in this stupid rpg maker game (affectionate) and now I'm having stupid thoughts like "huh wonder how bitcoins are minted" and "So it's just GPUs playing lottery?" while brushing my teeth or taking a piss

[overgrownmoon]

overcome with the insatiable need to make a new ponysona. meet doodlebug its a pony that really likes bugs. their special talent is finding bugs

[hows-my-handwriting]

SOMEONE SAID IT OK NOW I GOTTA DIVULGE HAHAHAHA-

fae hobie was literally just that, everything is normal except hobie is a fucking woodland sprite and about the size of a piece of beef jerky. my main inspiration was these things:

from spiderwick chronicles cuz I MEAN LOOK AT THEIR HAIR??? head?? things????

I NEVER EVEN SAW THE MOVIE/SHOW/WHATEVER IT WAS.

my unbelievably unoriginal ass was like HMMMMM HOBIE'S HAIR. IN PETALS. . . HMMMM. and then it slowly devolved into tiny hobie au.

the kids carry him around in pockets or on their shoulder and he speaks the fae equivalent of british which makes him three times harder to understand.

its so funny trust.

and jazz au was a crackhead idea of suppressed music talent miles finding his band in the other spiderkids and this oddly ambitious plot about gwen and hobie drifting away to pursue rock but always coming back to jam with the boys because punk rock and even metal pulls a lot of inspiration from jazz and the jazz movement.

miles would be a singer or a trumpet player and i cant decide which so HA.

wriggles around in my padded room.

[bumpscosity]

It’s just stanley and the narrator against the world until I decide if The Line™ will be a spiral or an undertide

[glupblorbo]

hi i'm not dead i'm still alive just. been sick. and busy. and busy and sick. both good and bad busy but i will have cult au out when i can :,) in the meantime uh. have this. snippet of an au that's been tugging at my mind since the very first episode of toh that i've finally started to develop this summer? may get the first bit of this posted before cult au but. do not think i will have forgotten cult au bc of that.

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Edalyn’s always been a bit more fond of things of the wood with sharp teeth and pointed claws and over-glossed appearances than her sister. Lilith has always been rooted to other people. Eda has always been left to drift and tie herself to whoever will hold her rope for long enough.

And the fae, at least, have always been happy to take it from her.

“I…it was supposed to work,” she says at last, grasping at the words like straw blown about by a wind coming off the Spine. “It was supposed to work. I’m not…I shouldn’t be able to come back here.”

“...Eda, what…was supposed to work?”

She does look at them now, at the line of their nose, not quite meeting their gaze; this has always felt less like lying to them.

[ayrennaranaaldmeri]

Alright so I did JUUST get past the prologue and my thoughts so far are that on the one hand its so insane how well optimised this game is because it's actually running smoothly for me with rtx praise the maker it's gorgeous and i am having a mostly good time so far!!!

on the other hand:

And no I'm not being hyperbolic lmao, the game tells you that the person who you take w/ you is going into greater danger, then varric tells you that the person you took into greater danger is injured and then the person who you took into greater danger shows up with multiple bruises on their face and bioware still gives you this asinine fucking prompt that yes, the person you took into greater danger is now injured. THANKS I TOTALLY MISSED THE 30 BRUISES ON THEIR FACE.

[celenawrites]

I wanna do a Faerie au, but with Reader as the fae who lures/tempts one of the guys from 141 and steals them away.

[shadow--writer]

Mm Maeve Celtic Druid thoughts

[autumnoakes]

hi. so i had some uhhh. thoughts that i needed to write out.

basis for this uh. one shot is a headcanon i have for how the fierce deity's mask works. basically, if a wearer can withstand the deity's power, their soul starts to become intertwined with the deity's, until the two are indistinguishable from one another. in other words, the wearer becomes a vessel for the fierce deity.

(i tend to headcanon fd as morally grey/true neutral. they tend to work for themself and in their own best interest)

(um. sorry if this makes no sense? i kind of just wanted to write about this specific thing)

(tw for mentioned death and war, as well as talk of dissociation/losing time)

The mask seemed to call to Link as he held it in his hand, weighing his options.

At first, the mask had been nothing more than an aid. Emergencies only, he told himself after Majora was gone, trapped back inside their mask. The power of the Fierce Deity’s mask scared Link, back then. He wanted nothing more to do with it than what had already come to pass.

But, it would not stay that way. Emergencies came, and went, and Link found himself loosening his definition of an “emergency.” He ate less, slept less, and yet he felt stronger than ever. He used the Deity’s power more and more, just to make things easier on himself. It wasn’t lost on him that the marks that had begun to fade had etched themselves back onto his face, brighter than ever before. As of late, Link no longer recognized the man staring at him when he looked in his own reflection.

The blank eyes of the Fierce Deity’s mask looked up at Link, taunting him. If he kept wearing the mask, how much longer would it be before he lost himself in the Deity’s power? Would he keep living, a vessel for this forgotten god, or would he drop dead in the middle of Hyrule Field, for all to see?

Ganondorf’s war raged around him. Countless dead and dismembered lie across the grass, their blood turning verdant green to vibrant, vicious red. He could turn the tides of this war in an instant. Emboldened by the deity’s power, he could fight his way to Ganondorf and stop him where he stood, once and for all. But Link hesitated.

The Deity is dangerous. He’d known it ever since he first laid eyes on the mask and held it in his hands. He swore, after losing a month with the Deity last time, that there would be no more. The Deity is harmless inside of its mask. If Link kept it safe, it wouldn’t hurt anyone else. Besides, who would be able to stop them if his soul merged with the Deity’s once and for all? Would they even need to be stopped? The Deity is a war god after all, but not cruel. It was never cruel.

The sound of a horn across the field snapped Link to attention. It was foolish, he knew, to waste so much time lost in thought on the battlefield. He had run out. Ganondorf was here.

Link took a deep breath, his decision made.

He raised the mask to his face, one last time

[tothestarsinvelaris]

(please no spoilers if interacting w/ this post. i have somehow avoided all TOG spoilers and know nothing more than the lil blurb on the back of the book and what i have read so far. thx <3)

{Just finished chapter 53 in Queen of Shadows}

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NOW LOOK HERE SARAH!

I know you didn't just tease tf out of me like that!!!! I am 66% through this damn book and these bitches haven't even kissed yet!?!? ??? ???

She put on just his oversized shirt and got into bed?! She told him to 'come here' and he got into bed with her in just his towel?! He leaned over her body and scraped his fangs across her neck!? He ran his tongue along her neck!? He said he wanted to take his time with her?!

DO NOT GIVE THESE PEOPLE ONE MORE OUNCE OF SELF CONTROL SARAH!! I cannot handle this!! kjasdlkf!!!!!!

And the audacity to have a Dorian chapter right after!?? Like a damned ice bath?!? booooo!!!!

what the fuck, woman!! (respectfully <3)

[flat-neines]

the crowning of Roboute Guilliman is one of my favorite illustrations of all time and I can't help but think about it and the context of the scene when thinking about a dusk court Nesta. just. look at this:

I want to be able to convey this sort of weight in my own work one day