#unseelie dark creature of the night

[whereserpentswalk]

There was, in the days of generations now passed into the gates of hades, a spirit that guarded a road. He was a kind spirit; he had been in the place for as long as anyone can remember. They say he looked like a tall man in shining green armor, with the wings and arms of a mantis. Nobody ever saw the face below his helmet. He was a kind spirit in those days, a protector of the travelers and the wanders. Those lost in the night he would show the way. He would walk with those who needed protection. The shops on the side of the road would put out warm milk and meat pies for him, and he would award them with money and customers. And any church that preached that he was an unclean thing would find themselves restored by termites and rats without his dear protection.

They say one day, as he walked alongside a young woman as she made her way home through a cold winter's night, a man came up to her and tried to take her away at the point of a knife. The spirit was enraged, and melted the attacker's eyes from his skull, and closed the holes in his face under his body died from lack of air. It was a brutal fate, though a fair one for a soul who would have done worse to one more innocent. And from that day forth the spirit spoke that anyone who walked along that road would be protected by the spirit's magic, and anyone or anything, human or beast, spirit or cryptid, who tried to bring those who walked his road to harm, would suffer a horrifying fate.

Though the people were protected, the road changed. First slowly. Automobiles began to appear, fueled by the fossils of the dead, and soon stoplights to tell when people were permitted to walk. Soon what was once the edges of the road was sidewalk. The road was paved again and again. And soon there weren't trains and weren't trollies. And store after store closed down, for new stores to be opened, giant boxes owned by corporations, with massive parking lots outside of them, that would never think to leave out milk and meat pies. And then one day there was no stoplight, and no sidewalk, because any place where human feet could be permitted to walk had been removed. They called the road a highway than, and the humans' leaders were proud of it. It was too noisy for even the wyverns to fly over, and too barren for even werewolves to hunt. But the spirit was still there.

And then the spirit took up a new banner. When the last safe place to walk was gone, and the first human was struck and killed trying to cross the highway, he had dropped the banner of the seelie court and taken up unseelie way. Not out of vengeance but out of duty.

All who seek to harm those who wish the walk the road are caused by his law, and those new powerful machines called automobiles are no different. Cars that drive through the great spirit's road find themselves crashing into each other, or spinning randomly and flying around the road, or breaking down and never moving around. Mechanics can't figure out why, can't explain why there are always flies and worms and snakes and scorpions in every car that passes through that road. Even the drivers aren't safe, nobody who would drive such a lethal machine through the spirit's road is safe, they find their bodies bleeding, and skin dashed with cuts as if from an insect's claws, and minds filled with eldritch madness. And they say there are many cars that seem to lose their drivers, with only bugs or toads in their place.

Some still see the spirit's body in the dark of the night. He's changed now, his armor has turned night black, and its shape twisted from what looked like a knight's suit, to an insect's strange shell, his once slender body stretched to an inhumanly elongated and spindly build. His claws are now like great blades, and where his face was once only in shadows, now two glowing eyes can be seen from below his helm, like a dark pervasion of headlights. But he is still the same creature he always was, this is only another side of the same being. And those animals and jaywalkers who cross the highway, will never be hit under his gaze, even if a thousand cars burst into flames to keep them safe.

[arcane-vagabond]

The Yawning Grave Masterlist

Pairing: Isaac Lahey x Reader

Summary: A trip to Scotland during the summer after your senior year of college was supposed to be filled with adventure and your weight in whiskey. However, after a night of chatting with a handsome stranger at a local pub, you're whisked away to a land filled with creatures your grandfather had warned you about long ago. Trapped in this world, you'll have to call upon that knowledge your grandfather imparted upon you, all while dealing with the same handsome stranger from that last night.

Series Content Warning: Fae (Seelie & Unseelie), Magical/Mythical Creatures, Magic, Changelings, Fairytales, Folktales, Death, Gore, Violence, Alcohol, Dubcon, I don't think I'd call this a dark series, but we're at least talking OG Grimms fairytales in terms of tone. Individual chapters will have their own warnings.

All posts related to this series will be tagged with "TYG," "The Yawning Grave," and "Fae!Isaac."

*Denotes Smut.

Masterlist

Series;

Prologue

Chapter One (Coming Soon)

Drabbles;

Nothing to see here yet...

Headcanons;

Nothing to see here yet...

[aroaessidhe]

okay I was asked about fey books I’ve read that Do stick to folklore a bit more than certain popular books - and actually looking at what fey books I’ve read  it’s a bit like.... books that stick to folklore closely I sometimes Don’t Love, and there are others that don’t stick to it as much but I like the overall narrative more? or some mix of that. 

so here’s a list of a few - a range of how much they stick to folklore (which of course is an amorphous thing) and how much I like them, but it’s something!

YA

That Self-Same Metal - literally just read this, it’s about a Black girl who’s the stage blade expert for shakespeare’s company and can see fey, and they’re appearing more and more in the city. explores a bit of the midsummer night’s dream fey but also like “shakespeare was wrong” and general folklore. definitely the start of a series and has a lot going on but I thought it has some cool ideas!

all Holly Black’s books deal with them well! the Modern Faerie Tales companion/trilogy has maybe aged a bit by now, and I hate way the romance ended up together in The Folk of the Air (and the way the fandom is about it) but otherwise I do really like how it deals with fey and politics! also enjoyed The Darkest Part of the Forest. these are all intertwined/same world

The Buried And The Bound - a hedgewitch girl keeps fey away from her town, and gets caught up with two boys who are cursed. mostly deals with minor fey and a powerful hag

An Enchantment of Ravens - it’s been quite a few years since I read this, but I do remember enjoying it. It is a bit more of a romance focused story also, an artist stolen into the fey realm for painting a fey prince as if he was human(iirc?)

The Bone Houses - not directly dealing with fey, but like the aftermath of the ancient fey’s curses? welsh myth inspired. which I think is cool.

At The Edge of The Woods - about a girl in a religious/patriarchial village who starts to have strange dreams about a fey boy luring her into the woods. it’s not super focused on them, but they’re very much the classic ‘dangerous fey stealing people away for entertainment’ kind of thing

Adult

Emily Wilde’s Encyclopaedia of Faeries - I sort of have mixed feelings about this - I really enjoy how it dealt with fey and the creepier folklore creatures side of it! the handling of the changeling was a bit iffy and not sure about the romance

The Wolf Among the Wild Hunt - dark fantasy novella about a wolf-shifter made to join the wild hunt to save his qpr. focused on the unseelie/wild hunt area

Silver in the Wood - gaslamp fantasy novella about the keeper of a magical forest, dryads and dangerous fey

The Wind City - a bit of a mashup of fey folklore and Māori atua in a modern NZ setting

Sinners/Veiled - very classic but also with the element of a modern setting where human pollution is like a drug to fey (and the MC is a drug lord.) (so kind of dark but also not dark in the sexy way bc the MC is aroace)

Under The Pendulum Sun - this is a gothic fantasy that has a bit of a new take on a fey world, but also definitely has some of those creepy folklore vibes.

Siren Queen - this only partly involves fey but I thought the way that it mashed up old hollywood and fey (aka shady deals for fame themes) was interesting!

Sorcerer to the Crown/The True Queen - my memory on this is hazy, but I believe it’s regency fantasy, with its own take on a fey world/magic (moreso the 2nd book)

Malice/Misrule - adult high fantasy lesbian sleeping beauty reimagining, this is kind of doing it’s own thing I guess (I don’t remember if they’re even called fey?) but definitely has a bit of the creepy creature/court vibes in book 2 especially

In The Jaded Grove - I was just looking up books to see if there was anything I missed and found this, which seems interesting to me!

I also haven’t read Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell (but I watched the show ages ago) and I believe that has the vibe too

[ladydeath-vanserra]

I'd be so invested in the NC if there was world building surrounding the CoN where it showed a lot of the darker and crueler and more capricious fae. the kind of fae that toy with humans and not #slavery kinda way but in the way where humans are but a toy and they're fragile and their lifespans are that of a fly to these creatures. they're amoral, not *better than them*

humans are fragile and fickle and liars and fae are eternal and forever and bound to their oaths

bring out the Actual monstrosities and cruel fae that are the stark contrast to the Spring Court. the Unseelie and Seelie

Spring Court

Night Court

If SJM leaned on the faerie folklore like 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻 make the CoN more interesting and lethal and FAERIE LIKE. it'd be so juicy and interesting. the beef, the potential of conflicts stretching centuries due to fae politics and ideals surrounding what it means to be fae

Rhys actually being true to fae, and actally being the cruel capricious little bastard SJM made his mask. Feyre and her human heart challenging Rhys and the innate nature of an unseelie, darkness inclined type

[speakergame]

Hello ! About that ask about the Witness, you mentioned the 4 classifications of non-humans? Could we get some lore about that, unless it's spoilery ? I love myself some lore honestly worldbuilding is so great

sure! I've been meaning to add this information to the in-game codex anyway, since it's something the Speaker (and Witness) would know, and because I also love lore and any excuse to talk about it

the four classifications of non-human people (or "supernatural creatures" if you're referring to non-sapient beings) are: Fae, Abyssal, Celestial, and Arcane.

I'll go into more detail under the cut, since this got a little long and I don't want to destroy y'all's dashboards:

Fae are the most common of the four. They almost always have pointed ears, and their magics tend to be elementally-based (earth, fire, water, etc), and most of them have a human-looking form and a not-human-looking form, like Azalea with her tree-like "true" form. Many fae also subclassify as "seelie" or "unseelie" fae, though this is becoming less common in modern generations; seelie fae have powers or forms that represent spring and summer, unseelie represent autumn and winter.

Abyssals are sometimes called "demons", but most of them consider that term derogatory. They almost always have black sclera in their eyes, and often - but not always - have horns. Their magics tend toward shadows and darkness, and are often stronger at night than during the day. Some types of vampire are classified as abyssals as well (the strigoi, for example) though not all of them are.

Celestials are "angels", but they dislike that term just as much as abyssals dislike being called demons. They almost always have glowing eyes, often a single solid color. Wings are also common among celestials (though there are fae and abyssals that have wings too), but not universal. Their powers tend toward light and energy manipulation, as well as things like telekinesis.

Arcane is the "miscellaneous" section, for anyone who doesn't fit in the other three. Most of them look completely human, or were born human before developing powers in some form or another. Shapeshifters, Seers, and anyone who practices magic (witches, mages, etc) fall under the arcane classification, as well as merfolk and vampires (the ones who aren't abyssal, obviously). They're the hardest to classify, and it's unknown how many people there might be that are hiding an arcane heritage or unaware they even have one.

[brainrotsova]

Hunting Fae (α-Sova x ω-Sova) Pt.1

Notes: Fell in love with the AU of @theoasiris on Tumblr/Instagram/Twitter. I want to keep true to their vision while expanding the story and the situations that led up to it. Since this is based on the α/ω-dynamic of the Valorant lore, I plan on changing some things. Summary: Elf Sova is cursed with an near insatiable appetite for blood and flesh. The only person he can go to is his vampire counterpart. Despite them being enemies, Vampire Sova takes pity on the elf and offers help by offering his body to be devoured. Luckily for the vampire, his regenerative abilities can heal him with little to no repercussions.

Warnings: - Gore and blood -Mentions of battle Pairing: Elf Sova x Vampire Sova (Hurt/comfort or even Angst)🖤

Word-count: 3.6k words

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Once upon a time, there was an curious elf who wished to make the world be filled with wonder once more. They researched many topics and spoke to many scholars. Until they heard of an artifact that could grant them their wish. The tales of this artifact made them set out on a journey to find it. However, unbeknownst to the overzealous elf, a powerful curse was placed upon it. Only the truest of hearts can break that curse and claim the wish as their own.

It took the elf many moons, but finally they found what they were looking for. The artifact, a needle and a red thread with an invisible ending and beginning, hung perfectly in the middle of a moonlit cavern deep in an evergreen forest. Hastily they made their way inside to retrieve the artifact, but the cavern knew of the elf's dark desires. The red strings coiled around the poor creature, entrapping them forever in this miserable place and transforming them into a creature of the night.

Every year, the crimson thread spun tighter and tighter around it's dark-hearted victim. The blood that dripped from them created a curse-filled mist that infected the land and wreaked havoc as far as it could reach.

The Dark Mists of the evergreen forest grew once more this year. Infecting creatures and growing its strength and size. The infected fauna made their way towards both Fae kingdoms. 

As all things in this world, the two kingdoms, otherwise known as the Seelie and Unseelie Courts, mirror each other in many ways. The Seelie, a court of light, life and joy and the Unseelie, a court of night, death and mischief. They were like the two sides of the same coin.

Two young men, and elf and a vampire, with considerable tactical skill and endless creativity guard their respective kingdoms. Both equally named Sova, the Champion of the Court. Between them and the Courts, there raged an endless war. But for the yearly threat, that is the Dark Mist, they set aside all their differences and lead their troops to battle the ancient evil.

The horde and the armies converged in a grand city. Rumbling the ground, the civilians hurriedly made their way into their homes. Shutting their doors and closing their windows. The Seelie elven Sova could hear the roaring of the cursed animals and decided to lead his elk cavalry to defensive positions. Once the dark tide of evil would approach their side of the battlefield, the fierce commander would order his soldiers to rain down arrows. The Unseelie vampire Sova and his troops would gather on the other side and ride their nightmares into the main battle. Slaughtering any dark beast that crossed their path.

Like any other year, the horde spread out and thrashed about to take anyone down with it. It would be mostly unsuccessful except the unfortunate few that fell to its grasp. If they were lucky, they would get a quick and merciful death at the hands of the two armies. 

This time it went differently however. The Elven Archers of the Seelie Court didn't stand idly by. Sova drove his elk steed to the main fight, mimicking the fighting style of the Undead Hunters of the Unseelie Court. This time, he wanted to fight the horde head on. To taste victory and elevate himself above the rest. If the lowly Unseelie can do it, why couldn't he and his troops? Did they even need the other Court to stop this yearly occurrence?

The vampire commander waited for the rain of arrows, but they never flew. Something was wrong. "Archers, to the front!" Sova yelled. He decided to take the matters into his own hands and ordered a quick reformation in their troops. The Undead soldiers readied their bows and waited for their new order. The vampire waited for a movement, searching for any disturbances or a sign from the Seelie.

Then he saw it, a lone white speck followed by an army of white fur hungrily speeding towards the mist of darkness and chaos. 'If we fly our arrows now, the Seelie might get caught up in them. Injuring or even giving them the idea we might betray them... Of course, it's always the Unseelie that will bear the brunt of the blame... His recklessness will drive our truce away.' the commander thought to himself. "There is a change of plans, we're going to follow our usual stance. Retrieve the bows and ready the cavalry once more" he orders once again to his troops. The disciplined Undead Hunters follow his orders and prepare to join the Elven Archers into the action.

The loud blow of the elven horns can be heard from forests away, the Seelie get encouraged by the bold display of their commander. They reach the gates and storm inside to face the danger ahead. Spirits high, they galloped their way into the city. Amidst their folly, a gruesome scene enfolds. Many-a soldier and beast fall to their doom. Guts, brains and any other body part flew freely in the air. The smell of the battlefield was filled with decay, rot and blood. But not that it mattered to Sova. Finally, he was able to take in the air of battle himself. Finally, he got to see the battle and feel its rush in the flesh and not on some dumb map. His enjoyment and adrenaline managed to give him an edge in battle, cutting down whatever beast he saw. 

Over-thrilled, he did not anticipate his steed to buck him off when the dumb creature encountered a massive possessed bear. The elven commander fell harshly to the ground and when he opened up his eyes again, saw his elk run off into the distance. 

Not quite recovered from his fall, Sova looks up to see the bear loom over him. He has never been this close to these cursed creatures and it sent him shivers down his spine. The crimson red eyes of the ugly creature shone brightly in the night. Never will he make the mistake of leading his troops to immediate battle, if that is, he would have another chance to see the Dark Mists. The creature bore his teeth. At the same time as the creature lunged forward to bite, the elf unsheathed the knife on his side and pierced the creature in his eye. The cursed beast still bit the commander, he yelled out a blood-curdling scream. The burning pain pulsed throughout his shoulder and he tried to stab the creature multiple times. Despite his condition, Sova heard a sizzling in the air. A lone arrow flew from the sky and pierced through the skull of the beast, killing it in an instant. He recognized the arrow. It bore the family crest of his vampire counterpart.

He pushed the carcass of him and luckily for him, a cavalry unit found him. They retrieved the wounded commander and escorted him safely out of the battlefield. On the ride, Sova desperately tried to keep his eyes open, but fell into a deep slumber.

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Sluggishly, the elf opened his eyes. He was greeted with the dimly lit fairy lights in his spacious white bedroom. A small fairy was supposed to keep watch over Sova and let the rest of the elves know when he would awake, but she was currently bundled up in the corner of his pillow. Sleeping soundly it seems. The elf tried to remember what transpired before and when he managed to recollect his thoughts he took a look at his arms. No bite-mark to be seen, no wounds or any traces of an injury. Trying to not make any sound, he slowly pushed the linen bed sheets aside and silently walked over to the mirror.

Inspecting himself, he saw nothing that was out of the ordinary. But something was still not right. He felt some kind of desire... Not quite able to put a finger on it. The commander wasn't sure what he was feeling... Maybe he is hungry? His body just healed after all, probably due to the gifted healers in the palace. Taking a final look onto the mirror, he walked over to his wardrobe. Changing into his usual attire, he remembered the folly of his choices before. He had no idea what happened to the horde of the Dark Mist. Nor if they even succeeded in pushing it back. Mentally he braced himself for the council once he resumed his daily obligations. Before leaving the room, he gently picked up the fairy and put her in a more comfortable spot and tuck her in bed. Silly little thing spend a lot of time being bored watching over him. He decided its best to let her rest.

The grand halls of the palace echoed his footsteps. Despite the lights and marvelous architecture, Sova felt like the halls were desolate and empty. Yearning once more to go out into the forests and hunt to his hearts desire. 

He finally made it to his destination: the kitchen. The smells of different delicacies filled the air. Many fairies were busy preparing a luxurious banquet for tonight's occasion. The sight relaxed him, it seems like the horde was pushed out successfully after all. Perhaps it's not all too bad. Walking in between the servants, he noticed a wild boar that's being currently prepared to be spit-roasted. A couple of fairies held on to the body and a few others handled multiple knives to skillfully skin the beast. He couldn't help but be mesmerized by this sight. Skinning animals is something he has done before, but this time it felt different. The gnawing feeling in his stomach came back full force. He needed to desperately eat something.

Coming closer to the table, he demanded the fairies to stop their preparation of the boar. "Sir, we need this boar to prepare the Banquet. Per tradition and all..." a small sprite softly spoke to him. "Get another one then, because I want this one for myself." he said to the sprite, while trying to contain his growing hunger. "B-but... it takes a while to prepare one... Can't we offer you something else, My Lord?" stuttered the sprite back to him. The commander shot a surprised look at the servant. How dare she refuse his command?

"Have you forgotten your place? Speak sprite, what is your name?" he yelled at her.

"Dandelion, My Lord..." she almost seem to turn into a small ball of shame in front of him. The sprite didn't mean to anger him.

"Dandelion, continue to test my patience and I'll make sure you get banished from the Seelie Court. Now, be a dear and leave this boar to me. The rest of you, make yourselves useful and help the sprite prepare the other boar." He shoos away the fairies and takes up a knife himself to cut open the body. The blood dripped onto the floor. Carefully he cuts out a rib, his hunger urging him to finish the job quicker. Once he got a decent piece, he takes a big bite out of the beast.

It felt disgusting.

His stomach churned at the taste of the boar. The hunter knew it was a fresh kill, with blood still dripping from it. But why was he so dissatisfied from this? He kept trying to eat more, biting and cutting more pieces and spitting out every single one until nothing of the the carcass was left. Up until this point he wanted this so badly, but could not bring himself to take any other bite. It was just that awful. The servants watched him in horror and shock at such an indecent display, but they knew better than to catch his anger and continued on as if nothing happened. The Seelie warrior took his loss and decided to look for his answers elsewhere, leaving most of the servants confused but relieved.

Back in his bedroom, he took a moment for himself. Sitting at the edge of the bed in order to not disturb the sleeping fairy and cleaned his face off. Blood now smeared on the sleeves of his attire. He's at a complete loss at what to do. "What happened to me?" he thinks to himself. Well, he went in to battle the Dark Mist that yearly plagues the land. Then, he got bucked off his steed and fought a cursed beast. The thing bit him, but got rescued by his sworn enemy... This is the point that got a bit blurry to him. He recalls his archers and cavalry picking him up, racing through the city to bring him to safety. But he doesn't remember the ride back... Now he seems fine as if nothing happened, except that he craves blood and flesh... But not of animals... Reflecting back on his experiences made find more questions than answers. Disclosing such sensitive information to the Council or any other person in the Seelie Court, is asking for suicide. There is only one person he can go to for these questions.

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The cavalry was ready to enter the city. The Undead commander hoisted himself on his nightmare and rode to battle. Once his army breached the city, they wreaked havoc on the enemy. Carefully surrounding groups of enemies and killing them. As clockwork, the commander drove through the horde and made swift work on the lesser-beasts in front of him until he heard a familiar scream. 

Instinctively, he changed his course and set out to the source of the sound. That's when he saw a giant cursed bear loom over his elven counterpart. The vampire hesitated for a moment. Should he go save him? Or should he stand-by to see what his counterpart would do... Despite the elf being his nemesis, he couldn't help but want a future where he could beat him in a fair fight. He shook his head and took out his crossbow from his back, aiming just right for it to dramatically enter the skull of the bear. Pulling the trigger, the arrow flew in the commander's predicted directory and hit its target. With this success, he decided he showed enough kindness to his enemy for now.

Riding back into the battle, he managed to grab the attention of the elves and instructed them to follow his orders. Not having any other battle tactic at the time, the elves decided its best to reintroduce structure into the fight and carried out his orders. In a once more united front, the commander led both armies to victory as they slayed every curse-filled beast in the city.

The news spread quickly in both Courts about the vanquishing. As a celebration the two Courts would alternate the hosting of the Victor's Banquet. This year, the celebration would take place in the Silver Palace of the Seelie Court. Sova was looking forward to the party. The last moment of truce before the war resumes between them. 

On the march back home, the vampire couldn't help but wonder why his mirror would abandon their near perfect strategy? They had perfected this battle down to the last details. This idiotic display made him really mad. It could have ended in a massacre, perhaps even of their own deaths... What if he hadn't ridden out to meet the elves and decided to let the arrows fly? He would have to find the time to speak to him at the Banquet. But in the meantime, he decided to keep the morale high and join in on the celebrations with his troops.

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The Unseelie commander was welcomed back home with open arms. Many praises later and a feast in his name, he found himself back into his study re-evaluating the battle. But his quiet moment got disturbed by a knocking at the door. He clicked his tongue, not in the mood to be bothered. By not answering he hoped the intruder would leave him be. But the knocking got more urgent. It seems like it can't wait after all. He got up from his seat and with a sigh opened the door.

A disheveled elf with hunting gear, soaked in blood, stood before the door. "Evening, am I disturbing your beauty sleep?" the elf jokingly greets the vampire.

What a joke. He dared show his face in a time and place like this. Indecently no less, after a hunting trip too. "Get inside before anyone sees you. What is wrong with you?" he hisses back at him. The Seelie enters the room and closes the door behind him. Before answering he looks around the room and smiles at the cosy interior of it all.

"So you noticed it, already?"answers the elf as he tilts his head to the side.

"What? You're drenched and you reek of blood. Shouldn't you be organizing my Banquet back in your realm?" the vampire questioned.

"Oh that... Besides it's our banquet!-"

"Ours? You mean mine, right? You fucking abandoned our plan. Do you even know what you did? Or are you losing your little fairy mind?" the vampire growled at the elf. He couldn't understand his aloofness. This is beyond insulting.

"I think I might be losing it, yeah... Listen-"

"I'm listening, but this better be worth my time." interrupted the Unseelie one.

"Let me finish my sentence, damn it. I wouldn't normally ask for a favor, but I desperately need it right now..." softly whispered the elf. The vampire didn't make a sound, but the anger he displayed before seemed to make space for curiosity. "First of all, I want to thank you for saving me... and my troops... and well the entire Seelie Court and its pride..."

"Truth be told, I was almost convinced you were putting us in a disadvantage by breaking the temporary truce we have. If it was, I was going to assassinate you at the Victory Banquet..." replied the vampire back. He was lying about the second half. He would have tried to find some kind of reason during the conversation, as he knew that Sova wouldn't just throw away a promise like that.

The elf audibly gulped. "Well, in any case... I think I've been having strange cravings and-"

A blush crept over the vampire's face. "I don't know in what fantasy world you think you're living in. But whatever you're thinking, I must immediately decli-" A hard slap hit the vampire's face.

"WHAT!? Who do you take me for??!! I need your help with uncovering the reason why I seem to have attracted vampirism!" finally revealed the flustered elf. The vampire rubbed on his cheek to soften the pain of the slap. A bit embarrassed he came to such a conclusion. But the word vampirism caught him off guard.

"You don't just attract vampirism, Sova. You're born into it. Or in worse cases, you bargain with a devil about it." He took a better look at the elf in front of him.

"... I-it must be vampirism, because otherwise I'm all out of options. I thought you had to be embraced into it. Or like bitten or something... Fuck." The elf covered his face in shame and a slight desperation came over him. "I'm so fucking hungry, Sova. It's not even funny. I killed so many woodland creatures to satisfy myself, but nothing helped. There is a creeping thought that it might be a craving for humanoid flesh and blood... I want to desperately believe it's a dream, or just some fucked up nightmare." On the last few words, the young elf's voice started to shake. He was absolutely trying to hold back tears in his desperation.

The sight of him was that of a sick puppy asking for help. The frustration and fear was palpable to the Unseelie. Something stirred in him once more. Sova was compelled to help this helpless creature. It was one thing to deal with his mischievous nature as a fae, but to also have blood related cravings is a whole other mountain to topple. It was kind of endearing that he thought he would have the best chance to learn more about his condition directly through his nemesis. Blood, the vampire could handle. But flesh too? That changes a lot.

"Why me, Sova? Can't your council deal with it?" the vampire tried to ask. 

The elf fiercely shook his head. "Absolutely, not." replied the elf in the most sturdiest voice he could muster.

"Something is still not adding up. Is there something you're not telling me?" the vampire inquires.

The elf sighs and decides to come clean. "I was bitten by a cursed beast."

"Y-you... So... Ugh" The vampire didn't know what to say. There was a reason why they always slaughtered the bitten ones with the beasts. There is no cure for the curse. 

"You're a fucking idiot." he finally muttered to him.

There was a long silence between them. Both looking elsewhere but their counterpart.

--To be continued--

Part 1 | Part 2 | ?

[simonxriley]

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What color is your aura Let me assign you a faerie court

Beige

lattes, dry fields, footprints, easels, cat fur, pottery, fresh-baked cookies. your essence is beige: you are an even-tempered and comforting presence. you take refuge in your sanctuary and creature comforts; the warmth you exude flees from spontaneity or change. you are consistent and indulgent. you are the sleepy. you are the satiated. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of brown, umber, tawny, and ashen, who share your patient nature. you are also drawn to the expressive souls sky and cream, who will help you grow and teach you to explore new ideas. however, you may struggle to get along with the spontaneous personalities of blush and lilac who seem too frivolous.

The Dusk Court

The Dusk Court isn’t categorized into Seelie or Unseelie, and assumes a more liminal alignment. Faeries belonging to this court are generally considered overthinkers with a melancholic, slightly mysterious edge to them, thoroughly versed in yearning. Like the Dusk, they are unknowable and hard to see through; they can’t quite seem to fit in, not finding a category fittingly describing them and therefore turning them into inherently divided beings. Due to living their lives in the shadows between day and nighttime, they might feel torn inside and lack an inner harmony. As a Dusk faerie you might be used to hiding parts of yourself in order to adapt, altering aspects of your personality to better fit in with the crowd. Your liminality is seen as a challenge you have to work through and overcome every day for society to accept you in their midst. This makes you a realist with some pessimistic tendencies. Don’t try to change for the sake of others and find your own people instead, people that are proudly sharing your quirks and oddnesses. Life will be way less draining that way, and you truly must be exhausted.

A/N: Beige is 100% accurate for Sky, the dusk court is not.

Crimson

rose vines, blood, apples, velvet, sharp nails, galaxies, dripping jewelry. your essence is crimson: you are the strong, defiant and avoidant. you crave some sort of deviation; to walk in another's footsteps feels mundane, a waste of your time. you are possessive and never look back at the things you've lost or forgotten. you are the rebel. you are the one who will change the world. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of red, blush, garnet, and bronze, who share your impassioned existence. you are also drawn to the confident souls royal and gold, who will help you grow and show that not everyone seeks to break you. however, you may struggle to get along with the slow-acting personalities of navy and umber who never seem assertive about anything.

The Night Court

The Night Court isn’t categorized into Seelie or Unseelie, and exists as a separate, independent branch within faerie hierarchy. Faeries belonging to this court are generally considered dreamers and are quite mysterious, secretive fellows with an eccentric streak and longing in their hearts. What they’re longing for they are not entirely sure themselves. They are quite detached from the mortal realm, rarely interact with humans and don’t really have a desire to leave the boundaries of their own court if not necessary or beneficial to their own ideas, motives and motivations. Like the Night, they can be seen as wicked, dark figures who are usually lost in themselves and are - in most regards - pretty much the opposite of the Day Court. They’re ambivalent realists and even though they enjoy an elegant dance or revel in different kinds of cultural activities, they could greatly learn from an outsider’s perspective. Wouldn’t the universe be boring if Earth was the only planet worth mentioning?

A/N: Yeah, these are both accurate.

[littleprincessfawn]

Trying to get back in touch with my sexuality, because I feel like my sense of self and my sexual side has taken a beating over the years from how badly my ex-husband treated me and then messed with my head.

I'm thinking back to the daydreams and fantasies I used to have as a teenager, you know, when you first start developing urges and feelings like that?

A list of fantasies under the cut ->

One of my most played fantasies was a kind of dark guardian angel, a male with black angel wings, wavy black hair, who would come and protect me. He lived in a stary night time realm. He could read my thoughts and he could feel when I cried or was scared and he would send his presence to comfort me. He appeared to me in dreams. I think his name was Damian. (Side note, no wonder I loved the Court of Mist & Fury book by Sarah J Maas so much!) The concept of this dark guardian angel protector figure lives deep in my soul and is maybe my most romantic/deep fantasy that means the most to me. I know he wasn't real but the idea of him got me through my dark times of childhood (looking back I consider my young teenage hood as childhood as I absolutely should have been protected by adults but I was not). Sometimes this dark saviour was linked to crows/ravens. Sometimes he was a vampire.

Another fantasy was me being a fallen angel, my wings injured or sometimes even ripped off, and a ranger found me in his forest. The ranger tended to be kind of gruff/blunt/quiet and had brown hair and stubble. He would take me back to his cabin in the woods, even though he hated people, but he had to heal me. Sometimes he kidnapped me and was cruel or kept me chained up, sometimes he was caring and sweet. In all my fantasies though he tended to my wounds and took care of me as I slowly healed, and he helped encourage me to fly again.

Another fantasy was of an Elvish Prince or noble son who would find me hiding in a tree and fuck me up on the tree branches. Idk what was with that. I guess I like nature? He would have long hair, either light brown or sandy blonde. Sometimes I'd be a peasant human or elf girl and be his childhood friend that he protected from bullies. Sometimes I'd be a stranger, a human princess who was lost.

Ohhh that reminds me another fantasy I had about being a runaway or exiled princess who was lost in the forest with a torn princess dress. All manner of things might happen to me, evil queens dominating me and poisoning me and keeping me as their slave girls, strong warrior men finding me and protecting me or degrading me (or a mixture of both!).

One fantasy I often had in some variation was either being a spoiled princess or a shy servant girl and there was a royal wizard who made me his apprentice. I was thirsty to learn magic to become powerful and he was happy to teach me... if I paid him with being able to use my body. As a spoiled princess he would humble me, it would be hate-fucking until he fell in love with me and I revealed I had a crush on him all along, I just acted like a brat. If I was a servant girl I was quiet, obedient, loyal and took whatever punishment he gave totally submissively, earning his grudging respect, and he encouraged me to step into my power.

I also had fantasies involving women, I mean first was of course meeting Lara Croft or Angelina Jolie and being taken for a ride on her motorcycle, and then she kisses me and corrupts me and I become her sidekick.

I definitely wanted to be Gabrielle to a Xena. I still very much have that Gabrielle type persona when I have a crush on someone, the loyal sunshine follower archetype.

I did often fantasise about a cruel witch or unseelie Fae princess or queen who would abuse me, slap me, whip me, chain me up, humiliate me in front of fantasy creatures and degrade me while I bore it all stoically, showing quiet grace that she could never take away from me. Lots of kissing and fae fruits.

Oh and don't even get me started on the sexual fantasies I had about being Persephone in Hades underworld with the pomegranate seeds. There's a reason pomegranate is my favourite fruit. In my fantasies he might have thought he was abducting me, but I always went willingly, though I may not have told him. I refused to tell him how attracted I was to him because I didn't want to give in, not to his lust, not to his power, until eventually he humbled himself before me and confessed his deep love for me, offering me the role of being by his side as his equal, as his queen. Only then did I tell him I loved him too, that I would willingly be his consort, and submit to him sexually.

I definitely had a thing for teacher/mentor and student/apprentice dynamic, and still do. I read a ton of Snape/Hermione fan fiction in those early days. I loved a stern teacher, or an encouraging teacher, who pushed me to be my best, to aim for perfection. And would punish me if I did wrong. I loved being a teachers pet. I still do, and had crushes on some of my university lecturers.

Oh the priestess fantasy! Okay I often had a fantasy either being a Greek priestess of a cult like maybe Diana, or later a priestess of Ishtar (once I learned of Ishtar/Inanna/Astarte, I think I was 18 then) and being a kind of forbidden fruit, a sacred holy woman. And some hot soldier and I having BIG lust between us but not giving in to temptation... until we finally do.

I fantasised and wrote erotica about Jeannie and Major Nelson from I dream of Jeannie, the idea of being some guys magical devoted sexy slave and calling him Master? Yes please!

These are all the fantasies I can remember for now, I'll add more if I remember any, but they were all the main things that I thought of, daydreamed about, got myself off to. Thinking about all of them now makes me feel good, they feel like my true desires, not impacted by other people.

[ettawritesnstudies]

Etta! You were asking about other creatures! What about something similar to the bandersnatch???

OOOOOOO YESSSS THE LEWIS CAROL CREACHERS we gotta get those guys in this draft

So here's what I got the other night: There's a few Unseelie Nobles who are the heads of their various factions and each take their own changelings. The Piper's just one, and they've all got their gimmicks.

The Piper is lying, manipulation, and control. He takes names, distorts the truth, and gets creatures and his wards to follow him. He's the one that mostly takes children because they're easily swappable and he takes pride in being able to pull off the deception.

The Monster is a shapeshifter, the beasties that hunt you, any kind of story where the big bad is trying to eat the hapless children. He's behind werewolves and other... well. Monsters. The Jabberwocky and Bandersnatch would fit in well here.

The White Witch is the embodiment of the winter - relating to Jadis from the Narnia books, the Snow Queen, and the various female leaders of the Wild Hunt from old mythology. Her wards are mostly restless ghosts, and selfish/shortsighted people who came to her looking for a deal, kind of like Edmund or Kai.

(note. Jack as a winter spirit and a restless ghost is technically a part of her court, but he's a double agent and helps the Seelie using the information he gets from hanging around her. He pranks everyone equally lol)

(note2. I wrote a story about the Wild Hunt for Inklings a couple years ago)

The Shadow is the fear of what waits in the darkness, and she's here as an excuse to tell a Peter Pan retelling in the future, because the way she traps people is by stealing their shadows. She picks off the lost and lonely wanderers on dark nights.

[bluiex]

@justfor2am Having Fae AU thoughts on the brain again guys.

So this is getting into some ideas of what type of Fae Scar is.

tw... it's Fae Scar so yeah...

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Perhaps this should scare Mumbo more than it does. How else Scar can go from threatening to sweet. How he can strange fear in Mumbo's heart one moment, then make him laugh the next at his comments. One such comment was how Scar went on a rant about how evil socks were and they were just 'bad texture'.

"Honestly how can you mortals even stand to wear clothing is beyond me. It's stuff, itchy, likes to rub in places it really shouldn't."

It was bewildering, but amusing at the same time. Mumbo did laugh a few times, catching how Scar's eyes would gleam at his laughter. Complimenting him on his voice, and how pretty it would sound if he could sing for him all the time without rest.

The good feeling was gone as quick as it came, reminding Mumbo where he was.

Mumbo found days when he wasn't in the Gardens getting lost for hours... days?... he was in the Library, trying to learn all he could about the fae. Their customs, and what to expect with Scar... or any escape at all even if Grian told him it was pointless.

The library was fancy, impressive, books in elvish tongue to dwarf tongue as well. Some were from the mortal world, others weren't. And Mumbo did was he could to learn about how he could not make his stay worse with Scar.

He felt silly when he read up about Elves and Fae, it was easy now to see the differences between them. Something he missed in the dark of the night when Scar invited him to his manor.

'Fae beings often do not have a gender, they assign themselves one at their own will. They can change forms as easily as a human changes their clothing. Some have wings, some do not. Depending on the fae you are dealing with, is dependent on the power they have.'

Mumbo looked at the picture of very naked beings with elongated faces, large eyes, and sharp teeth. Pretty wings like crystals, and some having tails. They were hauntingly beautiful.

'Fae deal in illusion magics, deals, and offers. In exchange for something they will give you something in return. They can appear mortal, elf, or anything to give what they desire, but traits can bleed through, too large smiles, too focused eyes, and words that make you shiver.

There are 4 kingdoms and 2 courts. Following the seasons the fae work in cycles. Summer Fae: Fun loving beings with sunkissed features and warm magic. Spring Fae: Flower beings with vines that grow out of their skin and mossy hair. Autunm Fae: Silver tongue creatures who bring with them the change of the leaves. and Winter Fae: Cold hearted beings, with ice in their souls and hard eyes.

There are 2 courts, The Autunm and Winter fae make up the Unseelie Court, known for trickery, curses, twisted games, and monstrous looks. And the Spring and Summer fae, more fair than their colder counterparts, loving games, riddles, poems, and song.'

Mumbo looked at the pictures and felt his heart sank, Scar was hitting on the check marks of a Autunm Kingdom Fae. From his warm browns, reds, and oranges, to his deals he makes and how he carries himself. From the description, and what he sees here, Scar might also be a Noble Court Fae. Higher up in the system. This would explain how and why he can so easily kidnap humans and not many fae come around here.

He felt sick, he was dealing with something that wanted to see him try and play games, only to keep failing. A fae who enjoys watching him in vain try to escape, and would love to mess with him more.

Despair sat in his heart as he sat back on the way to comfortable chair. Scar was something else, something dangerous and scary, yet had also a funny laugh and stories to tell. Words having a way of weaving into Mumbo's head and making him feel wanted. He hated it so much, he wanted to cry.

Stories told to him as a child said once the Fae take you there was no hope of escaping. The mortal realm would forget your name, as the fae uses it, and time would become nothing. Mumbo hugged his knees closer to him, feeling tears start to fall. And small sobs escaped his mouth as he just wanted to go home.

It was silent in the room, until a hand started to pet his hair. "Shhh, don't cry my dear." Scar's voice purred to him, "I didn't want tears." Mumbo's felt a hand tilt his chin up to look at the face of the other. A thumb brushing away the tears so gently. "there we are, come and eat now, it'll make you feel better." Scar coos to him, his voice so deceptively sweet and soft. Mumbo was too tired to argue as he lets Scar pull him out of his seat and down the hall. Fae food was the sweetest thing you could ever taste, but it came at the price of human food turning to ash in your mouth. Yet another reason he could never go home. Once you ate from the fae, nothing would ever be good enough again.

Scar petted his cheek again, "Eat up my dear, you look so hungry." he coos, a smile on his face, sharp and hiding shark like teeth. Eyes intense as they watch Mumbo sit down.

Grian was starving himself rather than eating, Mumbo didn't know if had the will to do that. If you've already ate it once, what was the point? He felt exhausted.

Silently he did eat something, and maybe he was tired, but he did like the way Scar smiled when he did eat.

LORE. I love that Mumbo chooses to learn and try to find out all he can about fae (in hopes he can find a way to escape) but OUGH MY HEART. He just wanna go home- but it's a bit too late he's eaten the food.. Mumbo finding himself slowly become more an more infatuated With Scar. Wanting nothing more than to see him smile or hear his laugh

[allhallowsthemepark]

All Hallows - Goblin Woods

Our next area of the All Hallows map celebrates an aspect of Halloween that goes right back to the holiday's ultimate origins but is nowadays remembered only in bits and pieces—Celtic legends and lore surrounding the mystical time of Samhain, and the fairy tales that emerged from those underpinnings. Not only goblins but banshees, witches, and all manner of beings from a dark enchanted forest may be found here.

The entrance to Goblin Woods lies along a winding path that begins among the buildings of the entry plaza. The town-style buildings of the plaza transition to derelict rural structures and then the trees of a dense Old World forest, until guests arrive at an archway formed out of two bare trees whose branches curl overhead and merge into each other. The name of the area is picked out in fiber optic lights that intermittently turn on with a “fairy dust” effect...but, crucially, fragments of the lettering are scattered across the twigs and the words are only legible from certain angles. (The sweet spots are marked by rings of circular tiles of varying sizes set into the ground, colored red with white spots. Knowledgeable guests might feel uneasy about this.)

The archway opens onto a clearing in the forest in which is a tiny village right out of a Brothers Grimm storybook. Shops and eateries occupy thatched-roof cottages, and a music loop of eerie, “mystical” instrumentals and fairytale-inspired pieces fades in and out. Further paths lead off of this area through densely wooded spaces, arriving at the area attractions.

Characters

Goblin Woods is not as heavily populated with themed characters as, say, Ghoul City, but it's not unusual to encounter goblins, trolls, and other unsavory creatures from fairy tales scuttling about the area. There are also a handful of major characters, though as is the case with most fairy tales, they have no names, only descriptive titles. They may be found roaming almost anywhere in the area, including the labyrinth.

The Witch of the Woods: Is the crone in the black cloak kindly or wicked? If approached, will she accommodate your request for selfies or visit you with a fearsome curse (or both)?

The Green Men: These giants made of twisted branches and leaves (stilt-walking performers) wander the back ways of the forest, and no one knows how many there really are or what their purpose is. Just be careful what you lean against...

The Fairy Queen: Highest lady of the Unseelie Court, beautiful, graceful, and mysterious. Offer her no gifts, and accept none from her.

Attractions

The Tale of Tam Lin: A dark ride following the story of Tam Lin, from Bonnie Janet's first meeting with the mysterious young man in Carterhaugh Forest to her daring rescue of him from the Fair Folk on Halloween night itself!

2. Wild Hunt: A suspended roller coaster based on the pan-European myth of ghostly skyborne riders that chase down unlucky wanderers in the forest.

3. Puck's Labyrinth: The maze attraction of Goblin Woods takes the form of a disorienting journey through the deep woods and fairy mounds. It's a wide-ranging maze that affords glimpses of the other area attractions via gaps in the foliage as well as giant spider webs, glowing mushrooms, sinister trees, and other sights of the haunted forest.

4. Fae Circle Dance: A simple carnival spinner with a literal twist—the suspended cars move along a series of interwoven tracks, and the patterns can be quite unpredictable.

Shops and Eateries

5. Glamours: The Goblin Woods costume shop focuses on motifs of fairy tale, fantasy, and days of yore. Some of the offerings include: general medieval and Renaissance looks, dragons, fairies, knights, mermaids, royalty, unicorns, walking trees, witches, and wizards.

6. Goblin Market: A toy, book and curio shop for lovers of fantasy and fairy tales, especially if their tastes run a little to the dark.

7. Gingerbread Cottage: A combination candy shop and bakery/tea shop, perfect for taking a break during the day or evenings. Be sure to ask about special fairytale-inspired tea blends and “soul cake” pastries!

8. Morgan's Cauldron: A small counter-service eatery with a menu of simple meals—soups, sandwiches, fresh fruit and cheese platters, and the like.

9. The Witch's Hut: Located toward the back of Goblin Woods rather than in the “village” area with the other shops, the Witch's Hut is a tiny metaphysical shop selling crystals, Tarot cards, mystical jewelry, and other accoutrements. It's a good place to run into the Witch of the Woods.

[joemerl]

Faebruary/Februfairy 2024: "Dark"

While light elves are generally pale and glow faintly, dark elves have black skin and do not. They also have unusually large eyes, allowing them to see in the dark. Contrary to assumptions, they are not Unseelie or particularly malicious as a rule.

While light elves are commonly found throughout the fairy realms, dark elves mostly reside in their own world, Nidavellir, ruled over by Queen Brynheid. Notably, Nidavellir has no moon or sun, only perpetual starlight. Dark elves refer to other worlds as "the Blinding Lands" and tend to think of their own world as having the appropriate level of light.

One disadvantage of this setup, however, is that many of the monsters that stalk the other fairy worlds only at night run rampant in Nidavellir. As a result, many dark elves are fearsome warriors. They have also tamed some of these creatures.

Portals between the human world and Nidavellir can only be accessed during the new moon, though doorways to other fairy worlds exist. The dark elves have a particularly close relationship with dwarves, with their realms being closely connected.

[bawdabaw]

Snippet of writing to show my skillz. This is from the story @thatsmyfetish and I are writing, Of Suds and Fine Suit Coats about Unseelie mobsters. I'm drawing it to turn it into an online comic.

Holmgren is the leader, a rogue prince of the Dark Court and he owns a restaurant called the Babadock in the city of Vestal, New York. It was recently hit for robbery by some vampires and this scene is him dealing with the problem. Cade, Pastel, and Devon are Unseelie on the crew. Simon Morgan is the new kid, a human and sidhe-seer, and he's Fetty's character.

Reblog, like, comment, or message me or @thatsmyfetish ! Anons accepted. Just enjoy!

It'd been a long night. First, huntin' the basterds down, then questioning and punishing them. After all, it was extremely unlikely that a plan to hit the Babadock would have gone underway without a whisper filtering through the Otherworld channels. And Holmgren had bargains with those he expected to keep him abreast of any such hints and gossip. 

His suspicion that his own men had been bought off had proven correct. Two sidhe sat tied in chairs, wings broken, faces and bodies a mess of bloody cuts, burns, and shadow bites. Both dead, heads lolling on their necks, loose and lifeless, merely sitting up straight because of the structure of the chairs they were strapped to.

A third sidhe, a pixie, sat still alive, trembling in his restraints, sobbing bloody and pleading for forgiveness. His wings were broken and he was bruised heavily from the beating he'd taken. "It were oh-oh-only three days, m'lord," the pixie whimpered sadly. "I needed the money and it was only supposed to be a burglary.... I figured, it were you...what could they possibly do? Nobody can hurt the Dark Bargainer... They'd get caught and killed and no one would be the wiser. I'd have the money and nothin' bad would happen..."

Striding up to him, in a button up shirt, collar undone and sleeves rolled up, Holmgren smoked placidly, looking down at the pitiful, fearful creature with dispassion and apathy. "Ye thought wrong, Galen. After all, our bargain wasn't a choose and tell type of arrangement. Ye owed me all yer secrets, all yer knowledge. Every murmuring ye had on the street was supposed to be mine. And ye broke it."

Smoke in a slender snake curled up from his spiced cig as he reached down to touch the brand of 3 bats marking Galen's chest, laying exposed by his torn open shirt. "I release ye from my debt...and my protection. We are nothing to each other now."

A kick in the balls to the pixie who's face crumpled and he wept in humiliation and sorry, knowing he'd failed. After all, Holmgren could have taken retribution through the mark if he wanted. The contract obeyed his will and the boundaries he had set. The fact that he removed it meant Galen wasn't even worthy of paying the price the normal way. Letting go of the pixie, Holmgren looked over his head to the fiery standing behind him and merely nodded. Then he stepped back and turned away as Cade reached forward to grasp the pixie on the side of the neck and a burst of hot light and flames came from where his skin touched the little Unseelie. The pixie screamed as he was burned, finally going quiet and slumping when he was dead, the side of his neck and shoulder just a mass of smoking, melted flesh, bits of it charred in the shape of Cade's long fingered hand.

Finishing his cigarette, Holmgren started to put on his suit jacket again. "Don't call the cleaners fer this. If their contacts among the blood suckers learn they were tortured and killed for information, it might show our hand too early. And everyone knows I use the brownies. Best to keep the cleanup as tight as we can."

"Aye," Pastel said, with only the barest sigh. It was gonna be a night of hard work but he was here for it. "I'll make sure they'll never be found."

"Take Morgan with ye."

"The new kid? ...Devon can dig holes faster."

"I don't care about speed. I want him involved. See how he does with handling the dead," Holmgren said, drawing one last time on his cig before flicking it away.

Cade grinned, "Ye think he'll get sick? Get a bit shy?"

Holmgren shrugged, smirking as well. "He might. It'd be a simple test of his resolve for this kind of business. Also, I want ye to get a read on him, pix. Ask him questions, get him to loosen a bit, see who he is underneath, yeah?"

Pastel nodded, itching the back of his head. "Soft interrogation. The kind where he doesn't even realize. I gotcha. Anything I'm looking for?"

"Just anything off or that doesn't sit right," Holmgren said with another shrug. "Report everything to me, afterwards."

Agreeing to that, the pix was left to deal with the bodies but his first order of business was to text the human.

*Yo Morgan! I need your help with work tonight! Dress in street clothes. I'm pickign you up in half hour!*

When Pastel showed up to Simon's place, he pulled up in a thick, black SUV, his high riding baby with the roomy back. Pastel wore an olive green bomber jacket, jeans, blue and yellow shirt, with a newsboy cap on his head. Not the most disguising of gear but enough to make him not stand out. Despite the nice ride, candy wrappers littered the front of the vehicle and Pastel was eating dark chocolate caramel pieces(basically sticky caramel squares with silky chocolate creme inside) from the console between seats. Behind him and behind the last bench seat in the back, the bodies of the three fae laid piled together, laying on plastic sheets. On the backseat were several large kettlebell weights with folded up lengths of rope ready for use. Two for each body.

[stardustmagicalnews]

Dark Fairies: Exploring the Mysterious World of the Unseen

Fairies have long been associated with magic, beauty, and enchantment. But not all fairies are benevolent and sweet like the classic Tinker Bell.

There is a dark side to the fairy world, one that is full of mystery and intrigue. These fairies are known as the dark fairies, and they are a far cry from the glittery creatures we see in fairy tales.

The dark fairies, also known as the Unseelie Court, are a group of mischievous and often malevolent fairies. They are the opposite of the Seelie Court, which is made up of the more benevolent and helpful fairies.

Dark fairies are often associated with the night, the winter months, and the darker side of nature. They are said to dwell in the shadows and are rarely seen by humans.

One of the most well-known dark fairies is the Banshee. She is a female fairy who is often associated with death and the afterlife. According to legend, the Banshee appears to foretell the death of a loved one. She is said to let out a piercing scream that can be heard for miles around. Those who hear her scream are said to be marked for death.

Another popular dark fairy is the Kelpie. The Kelpie is a shape-shifting water fairy that is often depicted as a horse. It is said to lure humans and animals into the water, where it then drowns them and devours their flesh. The Kelpie is also associated with storms and is said to cause floods and other natural disasters.

The Redcap is another dark fairy that is often feared by humans. He is a small, goblin-like fairy that is said to live in old castles and ruins. The Redcap is said to dip his cap in human blood and use it to stain the stones of the castle. He is also said to attack humans who wander too close to his home.

The dark fairies are not all malevolent, however. Some are simply mischievous and enjoy playing tricks on humans. Others are more complex and have both light and dark qualities. These fairies are often associated with the balance between good and evil, and they are said to have the power to influence the world around them.

The world of dark fairies is a mysterious and intriguing one. These fairies are often associated with the night, the winter months, and the darker side of nature. While some are malevolent and dangerous, others are simply mischievous or have both light and dark qualities.

Whether you fear them or admire them, dark fairies are an important part of the rich and diverse world of fairy folklore and mythology.

[sanctificetur]

kieran is is back at the unseelie court, at a fairy revel, the faerie court deciding not to crucify him. the thorn ropes had been quite painful ; the lacerations still haunted him. yet he thought he would be okay. having experienced nithilam and sirithar churning within him all his life.

good morning, how do you do? I’ve been up all night, well looking for you. ✨

while both the crucifixion and his drowning at the scholomance was terrifyingly vivid and hollow, he understood more of how to navigate the nichevo’ya darkness. dancing to his own rhythm through the mosh pit. he was a fairy, one of many.

cardan was a prince from another court visiting the unseelie, along with others like aslaug.

he is looking at cardan, who was showing him his moth ( it had briefly appeared in sarai’s coffee cup ). it was dark brown with lighter tinge in the morning light, and could change size ; growing big enough that cardan could ride on it.

‘ that is quite an interesting moth… ‘ kieran says, looking at it.

good evening, how do you do? everyone’s dancing now, baby, everyone’s dancing 💃

fairies were singing ; the gritty beauty of the singing was full of hope sung by a gentry faerie. he was wearing a high collared black suit with golden accent.

cardan nods, ‘ it was made with honey and wine, used to be my mother’s creature. it has stuck by me through thick and thin, quite like your windspear. ‘

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Zahar

 Zahar was originally a shadow given a name by a goddess. He is so much more than that now. He is the King of the Night, Master of Terror, Lord of Shadows and First of his house. He is an adopted son of the Unseelie Court and is the King of the Court of the Night and Nightmares. He is powerful, beautiful, dark, and occasionally a worry wart. His weakness is that of many on the mind path as he tends to question himself and his purpose. He is paired with the Queen of Dreams for she is his bride and his true heart. Together they rule the Court of the Night creating harmony between terror and optimism. All sorts of creatures fall under their sway from night hags to beautiful fae moths. He has dark skin and fair hair, blending into the night itself. He is capable of changing his form and has incredible night vision. He can create or suppress terror in others at a whim. He is the type who loves to be in complete control of himself and when he feels that he has shown weakness to others, gets all angsty about it. He's precious in that way. Or at least his Lady certainly thinks so. She loves him and all of his moods. He is a Master Crafter having spent many nights perfecting his art forms and capable of surviving on limited sleep. His fae form is winged and has a sleep dust as well as having poison that is highly toxic to others. He can create many different secretions in his fae form using his tentacles. The night flyer Sholto in the Meredith Gentry series would be considered Kin of Zahar.