#admin fae

[extraaa-30]

whickber street: whoa, mr. brown finally got our local fae to host the shopkeepers meeting? wonder what that'll be like

whickber street: okay so we won't be doing that again

#cryptid aziraphale #go #good omens #can't stop thinking about the gossip around this #like did the other shopkeepers hear that mr. brown finally got to their immortal cryptid babygirl of soho with his admin campaign #and go Well. this won't be normal #and then rock up and it's literally a magic jane austen inspired ball where they're controlled like puppets #then get attacked by rival fae like. What?? #whickber street: you asked the fae to do paperwork what did you expect??? get got mr. brown #aziraphale #whickber street #ineffable husbands #extraaa

[namesetc]

Fairy names

we might have fairycore already but im doing a strictly fae/fairy and nymph theme as in the creature.

a list of names that mean fairy, sprite, nymph or something related to either.

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Aretha

Arethusa

Acantha

Adrasteia

Adrastos

Amalthea

Aine

Breen

Breena

Brucie

Blaze

Claude

Clytie

Coventina

Cyrena

Cyrene

Calypso

Dryope

Daphne

Dillon

Ellie

Ella

Echo

Egeria

Eidothea

Evadne

Eudora

Fae / Faye / Fay / Fey

Faira / Faera / Fayra

Fayline / Failine / Faeline

Fairy / Faery / Fairie / Fayrie / Faerie

Fayette

Fayetta

Flora

Hyades

Ianthe

Ione

Kallisto

Klytie

Lara

Leucothea

Linette / Lynette / Lynnette

Larisa

Larunda

Marica

Meriol

Melia

Merial

Meriel / Merielle / Marielle

Meliana

Melissa

Melite

Murry

Naia / Naiia

Naiad / Nayad

Naiada

Naida

Narice / Nerice

Narine / Nerine

Nerina

Niada / Nyada

Nyad

Nyxie / Nixie

Nerissa

Nymphadora

Ondine

Olette

Oenone / Oinone

Pixie / Pixi / Pixy / Piksy / Piksi

Preston

Peri

Rusalka

Rhodanthe

Sebille

Shailagh / Shaylah / Shaela

Shailyn / Shayleen

Shaylee / Shayleigh

Shae-lyn

Shanaye

Siofra

Sprite

Syrinx

Sabrina

Taneisha

Tiana

Titania

Tryamon

Tunder

Tyro

Thisbe

if you know others unlisted feel free to add!

#admin toad #fairy names #fae names #nymph names #read dni #read my dni #name blog #name ideas #name lists #name suggestions #name request #name inspiration #baby names #gender neutral names #name #names #greek inspired names #greek names #masc names #masculine greek names #masculine names #fantasy names #baby girl names #e names #f names #s names #n names #m names #female names #fem names

[prythian-hq]

Co-Owners

Hello!

I've been mulling over bringing this group back to life over the last few months. I'd love to have a hand or two to help me with the large task of creating a thriving group.

Interested? Shoot me a DM.

#acowar rp #acotar rpg #fae rpg #acotar rp #co admin search #co admin wanted

[ingwion]

BITCH im gonna have a job in january that can actually accommodate my disabled ass im fucking STOKED

#fae speaks #im gonna be an admin assistant like my dad has been telling me to be for years lol #we hate working but we loooove money

[hollowayhqs]

is there an example of what the bio should look like?

Yes! We have all our bios linked on the residents page here. So you can check that out to see a few examples of how other members wrote theirs.

That being said we do not have very strict rules for our bios. We will need you to submit the information requested on our application form, but the character summary can be as short or as long as you wish. But we would like at least 2 to 3 sentences summarising who your character is, where they are from, and what they do in Holloway.

Please be aware that we are a plot based roleplay and therefore greatly encourage character bios with ties to our covens, council, packs, and all parts of the plot. Feel free to check out our wanted connections or let us know when you have any additional questions.

Thank you for sending in this question!

#plot based rp #bio rp #supernatural rp #mature rp #fae rp #admin lilah

[occultvettr]

I wanted to draw my sona in a new flavor based on recent fanart. Voidwalker Occult?

+ bonus doodles of biblically accurate Occult mc skin variations.

#sona art #minesona #minecraft sona #oc art #occultvettr #maybe half voidwalker because it feels weird taking the fae/vettr aspect out of Occult #also I don’t consider sharp teeth as voidwalker trait - that’s just an Occult trait #haven’t decided if I want a tail as a voidwalker trait or not yet #oh and I am the admin of a self-hosted server now #feels right to have slightly weirder features #I kinda want this as a skin for that server #the lil head doodle got made into a discord emoji is cute #cw blood #not a lot but just to be safe

[hollowscreekrp]

We’ve received an anon the other day talking about the possibility of us adding the Fae back into our list of species. We used to have them in Hollow’s Creek before, but their lore wasn’t as well built as the others and we never saw much interest from the players in them.

HOWEVER.

That anon sparked some interesting conversations and possible plots for some characters, so the Fae lore was rewritten from scratch, and I’m here to give it to you, straight out of the oven. Because yes, you’ve read it right.

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THE FAE WERE ADDED TO THE SPECIES IN HOLLOW’S CREEK!

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Click here to check their description and click here to see their entry on the Hunter’s Guidebook. You can also click here to check the history of the Fae in town (and know a little bit more about Afeothan, the Tempest Valley - a village in the Fae Realm

And please, let us know if you have any questions!

#admin anne #the fae #hollowscreekannouncement #oc rp #supernatural rp #town rp

[mythfm]

two more muns until we can set an opening date & time ! i'd love to see some faeries or humans around. come & join our chaos family, heart wrenching plots are a guarantee !

#supernatural rp #spn rp #new rp #oc rp #fae rp #faerie rp #semi appless rp #admin l.

[ralofofriverwoods]

More fae to add to the pile

The staff is inspired by the snake staffs in Lego ninjago

I just like drawing characters with almost ‘ugly’ pallets in skintight clothing I think

Inspired by a random make an oc thing on tiktok

#fae #fae oc #my oc drawing #my art #neon red #fuckin. i don’t know I just like making shitty characters I’ll never touch again #who knows #maybe I’ll put it in my dnd campaign as an extra #just snip off his wings #and done #original character #red #he kinda looks like one of the admins from mcsm #Romeo is his name I think? #oh well

[scftfae]

Mun Post.

I'm nicole. Came from Quotev. I'm twenty three years old & a mom of two. I enjoy roleplaying so don't be afraid to ask to roleplay! I use feminine pronouns as well.

I will be creating a family to use as muses. Once I finish creating that family, I will have them linked to this post. Everything so far is still undecided.

#⚘ mun post #⚘ nervous fae #⚘ coming soon #⌦ .｡.:*♡ admin: nicole

[darkesthourrpg]

Hey there supernatural lurkers! If you’ve been haunting our page lately looking for the right moment to apply, we do accept on Wednesdays, so. Prime time for that app if you’ve been working on it. I’ll also be hanging around for a bit to answer any questions you may have, though lore questions might take a bit longer. If you’re looking for a place to start though, you can take a look at our wanted connections and character seedlings.

#supernatural rpg #city rpg #werewolf rpg #fae rpg #established rpg #lore questions take longer bc they're becca questions if I don't already know the answer lol #acceptances will happen later tonight once all admins are on!

[metalheadsforblacklivesmatter]

Due to the new "anti-woke" laws in Florida. Rosa Parks' story is being changed from "Due to segregation African Americans had to give up their seat on the bus if a white person wants to sit down" to "She was told to give up her seat. She did not". Notably the newest version does not go into segregation or race.

Conservatives can't even handle historical facts and they call us the snowflakes.

-fae

#black lives matter #blm #black lives still matter #history #segregation #jim crow

[prythian-hq]

hi! are you back??

Not yet! Still looking for a second admin/owner to join the team!

#co admin search #co admin wanted #active rpg #fae rpg

[chthonicpink]

As my first post here I'm posting my favorite twst comic I did on my twitter page

I miss the twitter page that shared the dumb yet funny little incorrect quotes by fans, they could submit them via DMs and then the admins would upload them: nothing new lmao but I loved it... this was based on one interaction I submitted over there, Cater is still in trouble for getting in a deal with a fae

#twisted wonderland #twst cater #twst lilia #twst #comic #twst comic #funny content #lol idk #tagsareweirdhere... #twisted wonderland lilia #twisted wonderland cater #silly #first post here! #lilia vanrouge #cater diamond

[grizzersmamma]

Son of Zmei | Fae AU | Nikto x F!Reader

A/N: Playing with @ghouljams​ ‘s Fae AU again, this time with my boy Nikto. This is just a bit of an intro to Nikto and his pet, our dear reader. We’ll get into what kind of creature Nikto is in the next part and how that plays into his personality. (I swear I’m working on the next BTL chapter, this fic is just on the side).

Warnings: Nikto being a bit of a creep. Reader gets knocked out lol. Nikto in this is similar to how he is in BtL, so kinda spoilers for that?

Series Masterlist: Here

CoD Masterlist: Here

Next Part

The little antiques and curiosities store you manage is quiet most days. The owner rarely visits, simply paying the bills from his comfortable home the next town over, leaving you to your own devices. So long as everything is kept clean and the newest items are properly displayed, the man doesn’t seem to care much for how you choose to keep yourself entertained throughout the day.  

You sit behind the shop counter most days undisturbed, tapping away at your laptop that seems frightfully out of place in a room filled with such ancient items. You can’t complain, however, as the pay is reasonable and most of the work is simple admin duties. You’re more than content to spend your work hours browsing the internet for new and interesting supplies and chatting with the elderly ladies that visit you every Thursday.  

Today is one such quiet day, with only the soft humming of the old lights hanging above you for company. Earlier, the nice lady who, for some reason, goes by the title “Witch”, had stopped by to talk to you about some sort of shop owner’s association being formed for the town. You thanked her for the consideration, informing her you didn’t actually own the store but would pass the word on to the owner. She had insisted that you drop by at some point, and you promised to consider it.  

You were the one tasked with running the store, even if the building didn’t technically belong to you, so perhaps it would be nice to get to know some of the people working nearby. The Witch seemed nice enough anyway, and she was one of the few people who purchased things from the shop rather than simply browsing the items. It would only be polite to accept such a kind offer.  

You’re drawn from your bored musing by the sound of the little bell above the door ringing, a figure moving into the entrance. As you push your laptop away from the main counter, you offer a bright greeting to the customer, straightening up to make it look as though you weren’t just leaning back in the chair, lazing about.  

The customer, what you can only assume is a man given their massive stature, turns a pair of ice blue eyes on you. He doesn’t return the greeting, just staring at you for an uncomfortably long moment, before he approaches. He’s dressed head to toe in black fabrics, not even his face visible save for the small holes in a rather large mask where his intense gaze pins you in place.  

Is this how you’re going to die? Murdered in broad daylight by a giant masked man? It seems likely given how the man is stomping toward you like a man on a mission, eyes not leaving your own.  

“How can I help you?” It comes out a bit strained as you struggle to get your voice to crawl its way out of your throat, vocal cords frozen in fear. Even stopping a few feet from the desk you’re stood behind, the man towers over you, looking down on you like you’re a tiny gnat underfoot.  

The man breathes out, the sound a strained rumbling noise like the growling of some sort of wild animal. You worry that he didn’t hear you, but a second later he finally speaks, “I have an order,” he growls. You weren’t expecting the deep, snarling voice and thick Russian accent that comes out of him, barely resisting the instinct to jump in surprise.  

“Right,” you breathe, slightly relieved that this guy just appears to be here on business and not actually planning on stabbing you. “What name would the order be under?” you ask.  

The man doesn’t appear to appreciate the question judging by the way the skin around his eyes crinkle slightly in distaste. He glares directly into your eyes as if your question is a riddle he needs to decipher. Eventually, he must find his answer because he finally answers you, “Nikto,” he grunts, “Son of Zmei.”

You battle to not furrow your brows at the rather odd name, knowing the people around this area are a little... quirky to say the least. To escape the awkward situation, you quickly dart into the storage room behind the counter where orders are stored for pick-up. There’s luckily only a single package, the name “Nikto” scribbled hastily across the top.  

When you finally return, the man, Nikto, has begun browsing the items on display next to the counter. His head shoots up the moment he catches sight of you, observing you again in that strangely intense way of his, silently placing the object he had been inspecting back onto the shelf.  

“Here you go,” you chirp, doing your best to plaster on a fake smile and not wilt under the man’s displeased look. He somehow manages to communicate a surprising amount of disgust with merely his eyes. You’re glad that the order was pre-paid, you’re not sure if you could handle trying to get money out of this man.  

He picks up the box, tucking it under his arm with a firm nod. “Good,” his voice, dangerous and low, sends a shiver down your spine. You’re not sure if it’s a good or a bad shiver. You’re about to breathe a sigh of relief, when the man turns around again. “You,” he snaps, “come with me.”  

You blink slowly at him, not entirely sure how to respond to being given a command like that. You awkwardly shuffle toward him, keeping a little bit of distance between the two of you. “Did you need something else?” you ask, cautiously.  

Before you can blink, a hand shoots out and grabs your face in a painful grip, yanking you closer. You gasp and try to pull the man’s hand off of you, but his grip is far too firm. “you will do,” he hums, looking you up and down. You want to ask him what the hell he thinks he’s doing, but he forces you to lift your head further, staring deep into your frightened eyes. “Sleep now,” he rumbles.  

The room tilts dangerously, or maybe that’s just you, your vision spinning. You vaguely recognise that the floor is rushing toward you, but before you can think much of it, everything turns black.  

When light floods back all you can focus on is the terrible stabbing pain behind your eyes. You huff slightly, nosing your face deeper into the pillow under your head, reluctant to get out of bed while feeling so sore. You open your eyes you’re met with an unfamiliar sight.  

The bed you’re currently resting in is not in fact a bed and this is decidedly not your room.  

You’re lying on an old couch, a soft pillow shoved under your head to keep your head from being too strained, even if the sofa is far from comfortable. A thick blanket is wrapped around your shoulders, keeping you warm. The house was old, a frosty draft blowing through the room and leaving you with goosebumps despite the comforter.  

You want to try and get up and explore the area. You don’t know where you are or who could be nearby, but your head is still spinning and everything seems to be cloudy. You hear the sound of heavy footfalls on the wooden floor and the door to the lounge room swings open. You try to scramble away from the man when he strides into the room.  

“Who the hell are you?!” You nearly screech, almost slipping over when you try to get out from under the blanket, disorientated. “Where am I?”

Nikto, or at least you think he called himself that, just stares at you as if you’re the one asking strange questions. He seems to decide that ignoring you Is the best course of action and continues where he was walking previously.  

You can't help staring slack jawed at the man as he just wanders past you and into the kitchen. After a moment of sitting in stunned silence, you cautiously rise from where you’re sat. You can’t recall how you actually got there, just a vague recollection of the man coming to the store and then nothing. The blanket is still curled around you, providing an extra layer of safety.  

When you finally muster the courage to poke your head through the doorway leading to the kitchen. Nikto doesn’t seem to be paying you much attention and, after taking a deep breath, you tentatively ask, “Why am I here?”

“You are payment,” comes the disinterested answer, the man still keeping his back to you as he digs through one of the cabinets, “you agreed to this, no?” His voice is still firm and aggressive in its tone, but for a moment your fear leaves you, replaced by anger.  

“No? Why would I agree to this?!” You snap, before you can think any better of it, “who the hell said I did?”

Nikto grows deathly still and, for a moment, you think you’ve angered him and your life may be forfeit. However, he lets out a deep breath, grumbling “this is... unfortunate...” under his breath. “Petrov is more of a coward than I anticipated.” You feel that statement was not for your ears as it’s mumbled softly under the man’s breath, but his voice is still loud enough for it to carry to you clearly.  

Petrov, your employer. The friendly old man who owned the store you worked at. He had told this stranger that you had agreed to be some form of payment? “So, uh, this seems to be just a big misunderstanding,” your words draw the man’s attention back to you again, his displeased, blue eyes narrowing at you, “can I leave now?” Your voice has started to weaken under the intense stare, sounding more like a strained squeak than a proper question.  

To your surprise, Nikto simply waves you off, “do as you please. We will deal with Petrov.” You genuinely weren’t expecting to be let go so easily, but this isn’t a situation you want to stick around to resolve and you certainly don’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth. Before you can move, however, he adds, “are you certain? The walk is long.”

“How far is it to town?” You slowly start moving away from the kitchen and toward what you assume is the front door.  

The man thinks it over, growling out an eventual, “two hours, as the crow flies,” just as you reach the front door. “Take dog with you.” He says, opening the door for you, and before you can ask what he means you almost trip over a large, black canine sitting at the bottom of the front steps. It’s absolutely huge, looking more like a small bear than a dog and you would be intimidated if it weren’t for just how poofy the dog’s fluff is.  

“Okay, uh, thanks?” You offer weakly, stepping around the dog. You’re not sure what else you can really say. ‘Thanks for not murdering me!’ ‘Please don’t go around kidnapping other people ‘cause that’s hella illegal!’ No, you don’t want to push your luck.  

The man doesn’t bother replying, stepping back into his house and closing the door with a slam that makes you jump. You hope you don’t encounter that creep ever again, especially with the whole murderer-in-a-cabin-in-the-woods vibes he gives off in spades. You quickly start putting distance between yourself and the stranger, trying to ignore the massive dog padding after you.  

Suffice to say, you’ll be handing in your letter of resignation first thing in the morning.  

#writing #call of duty modern warfare #nikto call of duty #nikto x reader #tf 1fae1 #fae au

[sophieinwonderland]

I cut out the link since I'm blocked by the account. Tumblr doesn't give clear instructions on what to do if you get an anon ask about a blog that has you blocked, but this seems a safe practice to protect the individual in question.

I would also ask people not send me links to this particular blog in the future.

With that out of the way, non-western society isn't some monolith and treating it as such is itself western-centric.

Maybe there are some places where endogenic plurality is less stigmatized. I might question their conclusion that it's trauma responses being stigmatized as opposed to trauma accusations. Most childhood trauma is from family, and loyalty to family is a higher priority in many cultures than it is in the West. And admitting to being a traumagenic system is usually the same as accusing your family of abusing you which is going to be interpreted as a betrayal of your family.

But while some areas may be more accepting, on the other hand, there are also many non-western countries where people are tortured and killed in exorcisms for what's interpreted as spiritual possession.

Another thing they try to do is dismiss abuse over pluralphobia as simply existing at an intersection of other oppressed identities. I assume they're talking about how, for example, laws discriminating against people for identifying having a different gender than their AGAB just happen to oppress plurals too because of that intersection.

I find this intersection theory to be an interesting perspective from the SAME EXACT SYSTEM who months ago suggested that I came too close to "claiming transphobia" by pointing out a certain theme in an ask.

Here's a refresher for those who missed it:

Yes, that's them.

The same exact system you linked.

The admin to The Survivor's Network.

This particular user, and their awful little bullying Hellhole of a server, has repeatedly tried to downplay and dismiss discrimination against endogenic systems, and systems in general.

They're the absolute worst.

I feel it's important to understand where these arguments are coming from and what their goal is. Anti-endos with a long history of attacking endogenic systems want to erase or minimize the harm they've done or are doing. To acknowledge all systems as being oppressed for being systems, rather than ONLY traumagenic systems due to general ableism, would require admitting that they were the bad guys all along.

But let's put get back to the topic at hand.

The position that plurals aren't institutionally oppressed is nonsense

The most stigmatized parts of DID isn't the trauma flashbacks or the chronic depression or even the lapses in memory. It is, and always has been, the multiplicity. There's a reason every horror movie about DID will focus on that and double down on the evil alter trope.

The evil alter trope is an evolution of stories about people being possessed, being werewolves, or being replaced by Fae or malevolent Fox spirits.

People with DID aren't stereotyped as murderers because they're traumatized, but because they're plural. In fact, one common complaint about DID representation you see all the time is that it tends to erase every other symptom and comorbid disorder.

The multiplicity is always treated as the defining problem with systems in society.

This is why forced fusion from therapists used to be pushed so hard, and has been so harmful to systems with DID over the years.

But DID systems aren't the only victims of this form of medical pluralphobia, even in disordered spaces.

The same is true of other plural and plural adjacent disorders and experiences. It's why Dr. Romme of the Hearing Voices Network has compared forcing voice hearers to get rid of their voices to be akin to conversion therapy to "cure" homosexulaity.

And yes, this is happening to non-disordered systems. Just a few months ago, a tulpamancer talked about their own experiences of being forced on antipsychotic medication to get rid of their tulpa.

When the user tried explaining more to their psychiatrist, the psychiatrist actually increased their medication.

This form of psychiatric abuse goes beyond simple social stigma.

And this conversion therapy approach to plurality is something that many plurals and voice-hearers have had to deal with for decades. And itself is an evolution of the exorcisms people associated with spiritual plurality have been subjected to for centuries.

I should also mention Cambriancrew has talked about medical staff over the past couple years reporting policies of denying care specifically to systems.

Plurals have never been named as a collective group until the last 30 years.

But we've ALWAYS faced this type of widespread societal oppression for our plurality.

From friends and family ostracizing and rejecting us or even targeting us for hate from others.

From psychiatrists abusing us or trying to cure us.

From religious institutions engaging in literal torture to get rid of perceived demons.

And from a society at large that repeatedly denies our very existence and our personhood.

#syscourse #psych critical #psychiatry #pro endo #pro endogenic #endogenic #multiplicity #systems #ableism #disability rights #pluralphobia #mental health #misgendering #neurodivergent #neurodiversity #actually neurodiverse #sanism #stigma #discrimination #oppression