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thecatastrophic · 4 months
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To the stars who listen, and the dreams that are answered.
A fanart of Gruvia as faeries, mostly inspired by TCP.
I can’t move on from reading The Folk of the Air series, so I decided to Gray and Juvia as fae royalties. Also, this is dedicated to an online friend, @gruviasama , because she made me read ACOTAR and I got hooked in fae romances, and life has been so magical.
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orange-artblog · 13 days
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dark cream week: day 6 - thunder
shattered by galacii-gallery
cross by jakei95
dark cream week by @zu-is-here
the full image ->
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and a close up of Shattered as I think it‘s quite pretty
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poisonedsequin · 1 year
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elie saab fall 2023 rtw
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nyx-and-nox · 5 months
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(Forgot to post this on Monday and yesterday, oops)
Happy Ace Awareness Week!
To celebrate Asexual Awareness week, I ended up redrawing one of the ocs I created for Pride Month.
Her name is Aisilin, and she’s the Asexual representative for the Pride Fae in my concept!
I kept her design generally the same, but had some fun with colored line art again.
The dragon in the background is meant to be her companion, but they don’t have a name or official design yet.
(Click on the image for better resolution/quality)
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Commissions Open, DM for Info
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fictionadventurer · 1 year
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I love setting fantasy around and after WWI. It's such a good combination. WWI was a loss-of-innocence on a societal level. There had been this assumption that technology and progress could solve all our problems and make us better people, and then WWI comes and shows us horribly and violently that it does not, and then in the aftermath we have to deal with what this means for us as a society and as people.
Throwing magic into that is a perfect thematic fit, because magic and technology are basically the same thing--people trying to impose their will upon nature. It can do good things or terrible things, but the issue is not necessarily the technology or the magic itself, but the hearts of the people using it, the cost to bring it about, the drain on resources and the effect on the environment and people. In the aftermath of a major conflict, we have to take a long hard look at ourselves and the choices we've made and will continue to make. Are the benefits worth the cost? What is the true nature of man--can we ever trust ourselves again? Have we progressed to a better stage of humanity or reverted back to beasts? There is just so much to explore there. The WWI connection has been built into the genre ever since Tolkien, and it continues to be relevant to our modern world.
#random thought of the day#adventures in writing#fantasy#wwi#history is awesome#i've been thinking about this since i reread chunks of 'the fairy's daughters' last week#i started writing that not long after 'rilla of ingleside' first sparked my wwi interest#and i didn't know nearly as much about the war back then#i managed to hit upon a core truth that makes the central story pretty compelling#like there are big issues with the story on a logic and character level#but the core thing is that the fae have cut off contact with the human realm after seeing what horrors they were wreaking with technology#but the humans distrust my half-fairy girls because they're afraid of what they can do with magic#the girls fit in nowhere#and neither side realizes they're both making the same mistake#trusting or distrusting a certain method of imposing one's will on the world#and forgetting that it comes down to the choices of the person who has access to the technology or magic#and that theme is strengthened because it's a twelve dancing princesses retelling#so the story pivots around one human man who is trusted with a powerful magical item because he has a good heart#and my explanation here is really bad#but what i'm getting at is that the history weaves together with the fantasy here in really cool ways#because the specific conflict of post-wwi lends itself really well to this magical setting#i've also got my story idea where the spanish flu is replaced with a plague that gives people animal-shapeshifting abilities#so people are literally having to grapple with their beastly natures#which plays out a different aspect of the post wwi conflict#and no matter what form it takes wwi is just a really good setting for fantasy hence the above post#that refuses to put the words in my head into sensible order#i hope maybe a little of this makes sense
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egglygreg · 7 months
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Ok, so I had this dream last night right? And it was mostly nonsensical and weird and silly, but there was this moment...
#I was the winged fairy girl at this point during a big battle#someone sliced me right down the front through my corset and dress#it was inspired I think by that fight in Zorro between Zorra and Elena#except NOT flirty dude was trying to kill me and sliced a wound down my chest#not super deep but still#and then this other guy#the one in the drawing#defected from the enemy side killed the other dude and very distressed tried to help me#which involved a very funny moment of him pulling my hands back to see the wound and realising my corset had been cut clean through#and us both getting extremely embarrassed and him pulling the corset back together and telling me to keep pressure on it#literally the most YA romantic comedy moment I've ever experienced#I think the main influences of this dream were that I recently watched a youtube reaction vid of someone watching Zorro for the first time#A drawing someone I follow did of that popular YA fae novel that I've never read#and looking at tangled concept art#and actually definitely the first aid course I did this week#because I remember them talking about how you need to cut clothing off someone to put the defib pads on their chest#and I was uncomfortable with the thought of someone having to do that to me#AND the fact I was paired with a cute guy I'd never met and we had to practice putting each other in the recovery position#which was SUPER awkward#so clearly my brain was like You know what would be fun? an even MORE awkward and painful scenario!#but make it fantasy!#ellennart
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densewentz · 8 months
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Day 2 of God Week feat. Absinthe, god of Alcohol and Ecstasy~ This was one of my favorite pieces in the series to work on 💕
Special thanks to @elvensemi and @darkandtwistedasmr! (See Day 1's art here / check out Absinthe's video and prowl Twisted's channel for the rest of God Week and more)
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notafashionpage · 1 year
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2/12/2023:
These are my personal choices/favorites from the Rodarte Fall/Winter 2023 Collection, first seen at New York Fashion Week 2023.
Please like and reblog if they are also your favorites, if not also follow me for more fashion-related content.
Source:  Rodarte Gets Whimsically Dark For Fall/Winter 2023 Show
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crepuscularray · 4 months
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Deercember Day Seven: European Roe Deer | Fairy Festival
The European roe deer (Capreolus capreolus), also known as the Western roe or simply roe, is widespread in Europe, ranging from Scotland to the Caucasus, the Mediterranean to Scandinavia, and as far East as Iran. Roe deer populations—combining European and Siberian species—gradually become somewhat larger as one moves further to the East, peaking in Kazakhstan, then becoming smaller again towards the Pacific Ocean. In order to mitigate risk, roe deer remain within refuge habitats (such as forests) during the day. They are likelier to venture into more open habitats at night and during crepuscular periods when there is less ambient activity. Roe deer will generally not venture into a field that has or has had livestock in it. More information here.
References: Deer 1 and Background, Deer 2, Deer 3.
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starryserenade · 1 year
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Myth and Magic Ch. 3: Warmth
Fic Description: When Tir Na nÓg--the fabled land of the fae--falls to a dark power, the destinies of two young mice are set in motion. As each struggle to make their way in an ever-darkening world, they must learn to trust one another, or risk forever losing that which they hold most dear.
Chapter Description: Magic begins to stir, and icy walls start to crumble.
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It’s coming…
A withered leaf fluttered past Oswald’s nose and he frowned, looking out over the kingdom below. As usual, light beamed in a thousand dazzling colors and fairies pranced about their glow in a dreamlike revelry that never seemed to end. They were blissfully unconcerned with the crystalline flowers that had begun to web with tiny cracks, nor the amber trees whose leaves now curled into a dull brown.  
The rabbit narrowed his eyes and mindlessly squeezed the small doll in his hands–a child’s toy, really, with golden thread that had started to unravel and clothing dulled by time and wear. It flopped lazily in his grip, a small tail slipping through his fingers until, startled by a sound behind him, he shoved it in the pocket of his cloak and whirled around.  
“What?” he queried gruffly, clearing his throat as he came to face a masked guard. Though the armored fae were tasked with obeying his every command, he did not much care for their presence. Their cold demeanor and piercing stare had a tendency to send chills through his spine, and gave him the inkling they knew more than they were letting on.
The guard lifted his hand and summoned a cloud of magic, then held it steady for the fairy king to see. Oswald snarled, taking the blatant use of enchantments as a direct mockery of his own lack of the skill, but was quickly taken by the images that appeared in the swirling mist. His heart, cold as it was, skipped a beat. Rushing water, flaring nostrils, and pounding hooves, came together in a violent whirl, and Oswald took a faltering step away from the scene, clutching his chest. “What is this?” 
This was not news, this was a nightmare. One he saw every time he closed his eyes. “Listen here,” he growled, rushing at the guard. “If she thinks this is funny, then I-”
But the guard narrowed his lightless eyes, and with an unwavering grip, pushed Oswald’s fist away, nodding briskly at the magic which had only continued to shift. The kelpies parted and two figures came into view, fighting desperately to escape the enchanted equines. 
There is a shock so great it drives every ounce of breath and warmth from a person. Fairies are not immune to such effects and for a moment, Oswald found he could not breathe. The faint blush of anger from seconds prior drained from him in an instant, and he felt as if his blood had been turned to ice.  
“They’re alive…” he breathed, failing to keep from reaching into the mist. It scattered at his touch and he reeled back with a start, acutely aware of the guard’s suspicious glare. “I…” Oswald began, trembling with a multitude of emotion not absent of fear. Then he shook his head, ears bouncing lightly as he regained just enough composure to speak. “Bring them to me,” he ordered, eyes flooding with steely composition once again. “Alive.”
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Water erupted from the lake’s surface as the patch of ice shattered, and Mickey emerged with a frantic gulp of air, sputtering and coughing as he scrambled to escape the frigid pool.  Of course, with waterlogged fur and a body sapped of strength, this was not the easiest endeavor.  He nearly fell back in, but then there was another splash beside him as the girl leapt from the ice. Had he not been so intently focused on mere survival, he might have marveled at the transformation as her scales melted away, pearlescent tail dissolving into shimmering droplets that came together in a dress of seaweed green.
But he did not see this, which was probably a good thing because he likely would have lost his grip immediately. As it was, he held on just long enough for her to snag his wrist and yank him out, quickly pulling him to the shore which, thankfully, was only steps away from where they’d managed to break free.
She let him down on the rocky shoreline and he collapsed, still gasping for air as his teeth chattered in the cold.  But the girl didn’t seem to notice. She stood straight, her cheeks a furious crimson. 
“Eejit!” she hissed, her hands balled into fists at her side. “I was trying to save you, and you pull a trick like that?! Or did you want us to become kelpie food!”
Mickey was first so taken by the sound of her voice, entranced by the bell-like ring in every word she spoke, that he nearly forgot to be offended. But then she whipped around to glare at him and his astonishment quickly dissolved. He shook his head, droplets splashing on the stones around him, and glared back. “Well, you’re a siren!” he countered, his face somehow managing to get twice as red as hers. “I thought you were tryin’ to drown me!”
At this, she snorted and lifted her nose to the air. “Do I look like a fairy to you?” 
He stared at her blankly then blinked, realizing now that her scaled fin was gone, replaced by legs and a threadlike tail. He glanced at her feet, then back at her face. “Well, not now,” was all he could think of to say, at which she scoffed and plopped herself down on a small boulder.
“Well, I’m not,” she huffed. “I was cursed by one, thank you. So I’m likely to dislike them just as much as you do.”
Mickey was about to argue that he didn’t particularly dislike fairies, but judging by her sudden shift in demeanor, head lowered to her hands in crestfallen frustration, he figured it best not to push the subject any further. But as his wet fur dripped steadily onto the earth and he stared at the girl, he became acutely aware of his own lack of manners. Fairy or not, she had saved his life, and he had not done much more than insult her thus far.
Clearing his throat, he slipped his coat off his shoulders and pretended to turn his attention to wringing out the water from its threads. “I’m, uh…’m sorry,” he mumbled nervously. “Thank you for savin’ me.” 
Slowly, she lifted her head and looked at him, then sighed and cracked a small smile. “You’re the first person I’ve seen in ages,” she murmured softly, voice breaking. Then her eyes brightened with the slightest bit of humor. “It’d have been a shame to let you drown. I’m Minnie, by the way.” 
“Minnie…” Mickey tested the word on his tongue, and grinned. “I’m Mickey! Pleased t’meet’cha.”
Minnie giggled and met his gaze, and Mickey felt his fur rising under her stare. The way her eyes narrowed as she looked at him, not in suspicion but in confusion, made him feel like she was searching for something but wasn’t sure what.  Then a cold breeze interrupted the moment, and they both shuddered. He was surprised to see her wince and wrap her arms about herself, having figured the cold was of no consequence to her. But she stood and sniffed, the light in her face dimming once again. “I…I should go.” She flicked her tail and cast a melancholy glance towards the lake, where the hole in the ice was already beginning to freeze over again.  “I can’t spend much time out of the water in this cold.”
But Mickey had stood at the first sight of her chill, and tapped her lightly as she took a step to walk away. When she turned, he grinned shyly and held up the now-damp coat he’d managed to wring out just enough. “Would this help?”  
It was a pitiful attempt at helpfulness–a damp coat in such cold was likely to do more harm than good–but Minnie grinned nonetheless, seemingly flattered by the effort.  Mickey could not help his own shivering, however, and he spotted Minnie’s hesitation as she cast a concerned look his way. “Will you be okay?” she asked, fingers brushing past his gift.
“Awe, don’t worry about me,” Mickey shrugged, doing his best to keep his teeth from chattering. “I’ve been through worse, honest.”
Minnie stared at him, and he could tell she was unconvinced. She pursed her lips and  opened her mouth to speak, but then a flash of light flickered at the corner of their vision, and they both turned to look.  
The island was aglow, and several dark silhouettes emerged from its depths. Mickey squinted his eyes, unable to make out their shapes. “Friends of yours?” he asked, but Minnie seemed frozen beside him. “Minnie?”
Minnie cast a panicked glance at the nearly-frozen gap in the ice, then back at Mickey, and seemed to make up her mind. “We have to go!” she gasped, grabbing him by his cloak as she clambered up the sloping banks.  He stumbled after her, dropping the coat and looking behind him as the shapes grew darker then took to the air, enormous wings carrying them into the sky.  
“Oh boy…” he muttered under his breath, suddenly a bit more petrified. Those were fairies, no doubt. And if Minnie’s reaction was any indication, they certainly weren’t friendly.  
The two climbed over the bank and into the forest itself, stumbling through the knee-deep snow as fast as they could manage.  The sound of wings was heavy behind them, and it was not long before several dark shadows passed over the canopy under which they ran. Mickey, who felt his own strength was fading fast, eyed Minnie carefully. She was moving stiffly, wincing with every step. He was about to call out to her, asking if she was all right, when an enormous figure slammed into the snow in front of them.
Minnie screamed and Mickey instinctively jumped in front of her, reaching for his bow. But his hand came up empty, and he realized he must have dropped it during his watery ordeal.  So he found himself facing down the creature with as much courage as he could muster and raised his cloak against its dark, inky claws. It made a motion to bring them down upon him and Mickey winced, preparing himself for the blow.  But then came the sound of a strange howl and a hellish screech, and when Mickey looked, he found the fairy pinned to the ground by a strange creature. There was no time to make out its features, so Mickey simply thought a prayer of thanks that both monsters were preoccupied and helped Minnie to her feet, knowing full well the other fae would be catching up with them soon.  
“How do we stop them?” He shouted to Minnie over the sound of their pounding steps and ragged breaths.
She looked at him, fatigue and pain written across her face. “They…they’re weak to iron,” she gasped, barely able to finish the words. “But I don’t know where we-”
Then it hit Mickey, and he narrowed his eyes, something akin to a plan forming in his head. “I do!” he shouted, spotting a familiar patch of stone and hearing the river coursing to their left. “But we’ve gotta get to the other side of the river! Do you trust me?”
The girl stumbled over herself, and Mickey caught her by her wrist, utter determination shining in his eyes. It must have won her over because, trembling, she murmured a quiet “yes”, and grasped his hand. 
The heat that rushed through them gave them a sudden boost of strength as Mickey raced full force towards the edge of the gorge then leapt with all he had for the other side, holding Minnie’s hand tight as she leapt alongside him. With a spark of panic, he drew in a breath, thinking for a moment that they were going to miss their target. But a breeze kicked up beneath them, not unlike the one that had urged Mickey into the forest to begin with, and it granted him just enough height to be able to send Minnie to the upper bank with a decisive push. Mickey himself came up just short, and found himself clinging to the edge of the bank whose surface of snow quickly dissolved beneath his hand.  
He gasped, kicking his legs in the hope of reaching a ledge to push himself up, but found nothing. Just as his grip gave way, Minnie darted over the edge and grabbed him by the arm, hoisting him up onto the other side.  They both collapsed and panted for air, knowing all the time they could not afford this brief moment of recovery.
Sure enough, just as they stood another fairy landed ahead of them, scarlet eyes glowing in the dappled shadows of the forest. But Mickey spotted what he’d been looking for just behind them, and began to think up just how to reach it.
“Minnie…” he whispered, eyeing the fairy and taking cautious steps along the cliff’s edge as the being began to inch forward. “Do you see that lump of snow just behind them?” 
Minnie squinted, then nodded briskly. 
“There’s somethin’ over there. I need ya to get it ready while I distract our friend here.  Then when I tell ya, throw it his way and run. Got it?”
She looked at him, obviously concerned but faced with little to no other alternative. “Got it…” she murmured, releasing his grip and shuddering. Mickey flashed her a less-than-confident smile, then scooped up a handful of snow and ran at the beast. She gave him a petrified look that he didn’t see but, shaking her head, she quickly recalled his instructions and darted in the opposite direction.
To be honest, Mickey was terrified.  The fairy before him was twice his size and if either he or Minnie failed in their tasks, he was sure they’d be done for.  But at the very least, he had something to fight for, and that simple fact gave him courage he was not used to possessing.  
At first, the fairy seemed divided between the two targets. But Mickey flung a handful of snow its way, and that quickly made up its mind. With a growl, it spread its wings and ran at him with a shadowy spear that formed in its hands. Mickey yelped, just barely leaping out of the way as it stabbed the earth with its weapon. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Minnie with the net in hand, giving him a pointed look to declare she was ready for her part of the plan.
Mickey nodded her way and, taking a nervous breath, slid between the creature’s legs then found his grip on the earth and hollered loudly. “Over here, pal!” 
The fairy whipped around, fury in its eyes, and blindly rushed towards the mouse. But Mickey jumped to the side at the last possible moment, leaving Minnie to throw the net at the beast. It let out a screech and for a brief moment, the two mice were certain they’d succeeded. And they would have, only Mickey had not moved far enough. As he leapt out of the way, he found his cloak briefly snagged on the fairy’s clawed hand. His cloak tore, freeing him from the creature’s grasp but putting him in the way of the net’s trajectory.
He shouted in pain as it caught around his leg, and collapsed in the snow, gasping as he tried to free himself. It burned, sending what felt like a shockwave through his entire body. But Minnie rushed over, untangling him from the netting as fast as he could, and helping him to his feet as his mind slowly recovered from the shock. “I’m so sorry!” she breathed, even as they began to stumble away from the writhing fairy who snarled furiously as they made their escape. Mickey did not respond, instead focusing on finding his breath. He did, however, send her a weak smile. This only seemed to worry her more. 
A distant screech sounded from behind them and the two looked worriedly over their shoulders.  “Just a little more…” Mickey muttered, limping forward. The threshold was in sight–he could see the moors just ahead, the grass still flooded with rain.
Minnie nodded but let out a shaky breath that made Mickey turn. Just as he did, she took a step and collapsed, body shivering violently. 
“Minnie!” Mickey shouted, immediately falling to his knees and gathering her to himself. She was ice cold, a blue-ish hue upon her cheeks. “Hold on!” he urged her, using every ounce of his strength to lift her then racing for the edge of the forest, gritting his teeth against the pain in his wounded leg.  Wings pounded behind him but he ignored them. There was no time to face the creature now. He only hoped it could not cross over the border to chase after them.
A cold breath blew against Mickey’s neck as a screech sounded in his ears. The fairy was just behind him. But it was too late. One more step, and Mickey had crossed the threshold. The forest vanished behind him, dissolving in a shimmer, and the sound of the fairy’s cries was taken up in the wind.
He collapsed, adrenaline dissipating into a flurry of trembling as he turned his attention to the girl in his arms, whom he gingerly placed on the grass.
“No, no…” he pleaded as her breaths grew faint. Terrified to touch her any more for fear of worsening her pain, he pulled the cloak from around his body and set it over her, hoping it would do something, anything to keep her warm.  
A frostlike film had begun to coat her fur as if turning her to ice, and he recalled her words from before. Guilt struck his heart when he realized that she had abandoned the safety of the lake to help save him. He thought to turn back around, facing wicked fairies and all just to return her, but the forest refused to appear again, no matter how he begged for it to do so. 
Then a thought flickered in his mind. How their touch had held such a warmth that it seemed almost like magic, and he wondered if that might be enough.
It was unlikely, to be sure, but he didn’t know what else to do. So he simply gathered her in his arms, tore the glove from his fingers, and held her hands in his. 
Nothing. He shuddered at the cold as her icy fingers brushed his palm, but brought them to his cheek in the hopes of sharing as much warmth as he could, listening with a trembling spirit as her breathing slowed, then stopped. 
He bit his lip as her chest stopped moving, waiting and hoping for a miracle. But after several seconds went by, he lowered his head and sat unmoving, staring blankly at the place where the forest had been.  Until the silence set in, he had not realized how much joy the sound of her voice had brought him in the brief time he'd been privileged to hear it. The utter quiet that flooded back into his world was deafening, and seemed a terrible reminder of his failure.  “I’m so sorry,” he whimpered at last, bringing her hand to his heart.
Then he felt it. A brief tremor of warmth amidst the stark chill that had overtaken her body. It began in her palm, a subtle glow that spread as Mickey continued to hold her.  Hope fluttered in his chest as color began to return to her cheeks, and then spread to the rest of her.
But it didn’t stop there. The world itself seemed intent on celebrating. In that moment, the clouds parted to allow streams of sunlight through, and the air warmed until this small patch of moors was itself a beacon of spring.
Mickey paid none of this any mind, instead struggling to contain his joy as the girl in his arms drew a breath and opened her eyes. She seemed confused at first, and he felt at once quite embarrassed at the closeness to which he held her. But this did not seem to matter to Minnie who, blinking in the newfound rays of sun shining only for them, was overcome with wonder.
“Mickey…”She breathed and looked up at him with eyes full of gratitude and curiosity. Then she laughed softly and squeezed his palm back, a single question gracing her lips as they both felt the heat of their touch flood their veins. “What are we?”
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mystery-fic-anon · 2 years
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I met God and He’s a Bonehead
Summary: While dragging his injured brother through the woods after an ambush, Red runs into a mysterious skeleton called Sans. (yes, this is a first meet story.)
Warnings: some semi-graphic descriptions of Edge being injured, including broken bones.
This is inspired by days 5 and 6 fantasy prompt for Kustard week, Fairy King/Queen and Forest God. I had a lot of fun with it, I hope y’all do too :) Also note that despite the lighthearted title, this fic is a bit heavy in some places. I tried to balance it.
Thank you to @nugget4550 for beta reading, I appreciate it.
Read it on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41623497
Red wasn’t strong enough for this. He wasn’t in shape enough to jog through the forest on his own, let alone when he was pulling so much dead weight. He shifted his grip on Edge’s breastplate, pulling Edge higher up on his back. His legs dragged on the ground behind Red, catching on every tree root in their path. Red was getting yanked off balance with every step, and he almost dropped Edge again as Edge’s pants got hooked on a low-hanging branch.
“Motherfucker!” Red jerked to the side, the pants tore. Edge groaned as he was jostled, and Red felt him tense up. “Shit, sorry boss.”
Red reached up with one hand, patting Edge’s right shoulder. He ran his hand down Edge’s arm, and sighed in relief. Edge’s scarf was still holding his arm in place. Red felt the place where Edge’s bone was out of place, and quickly pulled his hand back. He wiped it on his jacket, and then reached up again to tap Edge’s skull. The wound on his head had stopped bleeding, but Edge still wasn’t waking up.
He had wasted too much time, he needed to move his bony ass. His adrenaline was wearing off, and Red wasn’t really running any more. He was trying to move as fast as he could, but his legs were shaking, and the joints in his fingers ached. He looked behind him as best he could with his brother lying on his back, but he didn’t see anyone.
There was no way he wasn’t being followed, though. It wasn’t easy to ambush a royal guard, and Red had seen at least six monsters jump out of the trees before he and Edge had been buried in attacks. If Red didn’t find a safe place to hide and heal, he and Edge would be taken or dusted. Red wasn’t sure which option was worse.
Hell, he wasn’t even sure where he was going any more. This wasn’t their usual patrol route, and the snowy forest was unfamiliar. Red was just pushing through trees at this point, trying to get further away from where they’d been attacked. He couldn’t hunker down too close by, or they would be found.
Suddenly, Red felt a prickle in his spine. He was being watched. He could feel it.
Red carefully laid Edge down against a tree trunk, and summoned a sharpened bone attack. He held it underneath his hand close to his body, so it would be hidden until someone tried to lunge at him. He stepped in front of Edge, looking around.
“Is that any way to greet a new pal?”
Red whirled around, swinging his bone at the voice behind his shoulder. A few sparkles of blue magic danced over the bone, but it didn’t make contact with anything. The wild swing made him stumble, and Red took a step forward to balance again.
“Show yourself you fucking coward!” Red yelled, looking frantically around. Whoever this monster was, they were either incredibly fast or they could take shortcuts like he did. Neither option was promising.
“Well, since you asked so nicely…” A skeleton popped into existence right in front of him, standing right by Edge’s boots. He was wearing the kind of baggy blue hoodie Red would wear on a lazy day at home, and he had some kind of weird flower crown on his head.
Red swung his bone again, aiming for the side of the weirdo’s skull.
The skeleton caught it like it was nothing, holding the clubbed top of the bone between two fingers. He looked at it, hummed, then looked back at Red. “Hey, that’s a pretty nice bone buddy, but this is getting old. Let’s try a new bit. You like knock knock jokes?”
Red stared at him in shock. He leaned back a bit, trying to pull the bone back to himself. The skeleton didn’t let go.
“Knock knock.” The skeleton grinned. Red wasn’t sure if he liked that smile. It was too mischievous, and entirely too light-hearted for what was going on.
After a minute, the skeleton leaned in and raised his other hand over his mouth, like he was stage whispering to Red. “This is the part where you say ‘who’s there’.”
Red clearly wasn’t getting out of this another way, so he decided to play along. “Who’s there.”
“Broken pencil.”
“Broken pencil who?” Red asked, trying to pry his bone attack loose from Sans’ grip again.
“Ah forget it, it’s point-less.”
The punchline caught Red off guard, and he actually laughed a bit. He quickly caught himself, glaring at Sans. Sans just kept smiling back, but the look in his eyelights seemed more amused than before.
“Who are you?” Red demanded.
“Sans.” The skeleton—Sans—held out his hand. “Sans the skeleton.”
“Red.” Red stuffed his free hand into the pocket of his shorts. “Also skeleton.”
“Heh, yeah, I got that part.”
“Look, I don’t know what your deal is, but I need to get going. If the fuckers coming after me find you here, they’re gonna—”
“Are you sure about that?” Sans asked, tilting his head a bit.
“What?”
“Are you sure they’re going to find me? Look around.”
Red didn’t usually take orders from anyone but his brother, but this time, he did what Sans told him to do. He shut his mouth and looked around again, listening intently.
The forest was quiet. Totally quiet. No screams in the distance, no taunting laughter of another monster closing in on him… Nothing, not even the sounds of animals.
“What the fuck?” Red asked, his tone suddenly far more hushed. He wasn’t an idiot. There was either something fundamentally wrong with this part of the forest, or a big predator on the move. Red couldn’t risk being caught if it was the second option.
“Yeah, you aren’t in Kansas any more Toto.” Sans waved his hand, and the forest around them shifted.
Suddenly, the wintry forest around them changed into something Red had never seen before. The trees all had leaves, vibrant shades of red and orange and yellow surrounding them. The pine trees were still green, but the shade was softer and more alive. A breeze rustled the leaves on the tops of the trees, and Red could swear he smelled cinnamon in the air.
“This is my place you walked into,” Sans said, sounding way too casual for Red’s comfort. “No one will find you or me here. They can’t get into this exclusive club.” He looked down at Edge, who was still unconscious. “I can heal that guy if you want.”
Red blinked. “Huh?”
“That guy.” Sans pointed at Edge. “The one you were dragging here. I can heal him up. He needs to wake up on his own, but I can at least close those cracks.”
Red let go of his bone and stepped back. “No fucking way am I letting you get near him.”
“Why not?” Sans stepped closer, and Red felt a prickling sensation run over him, from his hands down to his feet. “You’ve seen what I can do. Come on, let me at him. He’ll be good in no time.”
Red didn’t care what Sans was; he got up in Sans’ face and shook his clawed phalange right in front of Sans’ eye socket. “Do you think I’m still in stripes? I’m not going to let you do anything when I don’t know what you want in exchange! So come on, spit out your terms before I beat them out of you.”
Sans looked at Red for a few seconds, clearly thinking his words over. “Okay, then be my champion.”
More fucking riddles. Great. “The fuck does that mean?”
“I dunno.” Sans shrugged, and Red had to remind himself that trying to strangle this guy was probably a bad idea. “The only other being like me is my brother, and he hasn’t had a champion before. I know that old gods used to have tons of champions but nothing is really clear about what they do besides fight in your name. But I’m not really a fighting kind of guy. Why don’t you just come back, and we’ll chill out?”
“That’s it? No other tricks? You just want to hang out with someone? Fucking desperate.” Red snorted derisively.
Sans just shrugged again. “Eh, maybe. I’ve always been a lazybones, and you’re the first person to stumble across my place in a while. It’s easier for me to get you to come back.”
“Is there something else that could kill me in here?”
Sans sighed, but he spoke before Red could yell at him for being a condescending asswipe. “No harm will come to you when you’re in my part of the forest. Not from me, or from my brother.”
“Now, let me hold up my end of the deal.” Sans rolled his shoulders, the bones cracking a bit. He closed his eyes, and took a step back.
Suddenly, Red’s head began spinning. His vision blurred, and he felt like he’d just been rolled through the entire underground in a barrel. He closed his eyes and knelt down, grabbing on to Edge for stability. The feeling just got worse and worse. Red felt like he was going to dust from the pressure. Fuck, this was why you didn’t make deals with random strangers—
Everything stopped. Red sat up, rubbing his eyes. He somehow felt both like he’d run a marathon, and that he’d been asleep for fifty years. There was a sour aftertaste in his mouth, and he spat on the ground next to him.
“Nuuurgh.”
Red looked over at Edge. His eyes widened. The top of Edge’s skull was totally smooth; only the three scars that had been there for years remained. His arm had clearly been healed too, all of the bones were back in place. Even the superficial cuts and bruises on other parts of Edge’s body had been healed.
Red glanced at his own hands, and noticed the mark from where he’d grabbed an enemy’s attack was gone.
“What happened…” Edge sat up, rubbing his face.
Red moved back, giving him some space. “Uh…”
“Red?” Edge’s focus instantly sharpened, turning to him. “What’s going on? Are you hurt? Where are we?”
“Relax, boss.” Red put up his hands, his brain scrambling to think of a lie. It wasn’t usually this hard, but he was still tired and confused by what had just happened. “We’re safe. I was getting us both back to Snowdin the long way, but you weren’t doing so hot. Lucky for me, I found… a stash of healing supplies.” Red kept his poker face up, even as Edge’s glare bored into his soul. “Probably from one of the smugglers out here or something. Anyways, I fed you all of their stuff, then popped a couple of candies myself just before you woke up.”
Edge looked Red over, then looked at the trees around them. “Where was it hidden?”
“Up in one of the trees, but they had set up a branch so that if you pulled it, the stuff would fall down. Heh, probably didn’t want to try to climb a tree while they were bleeding.” Red stood up, ignoring his bones’ creaking protest. “We should probably get going, boss. Gotta get back home.”
Their height difference meant that even when Edge was sitting on the ground, Red was still barely taller than him. Red held on to that feeling of being taller though, doing his best to protect assurance, confidence, anything that would make Edge believe him. Or at least not ask any questions right now.
Edge nodded, and grabbed Red’s shoulder. He ignored Red’s yelp, using Red as a grip to pull himself up.
“We have to make a report to Undyne first, but I suppose I can do that while you go home. Straight home, not to Grillby’s.”
“Sure thing, boss.” Red was longing for some mustard, but he knew better than to argue right now.
He kept quiet, letting Edge lead the way through the woods. Neither of them really knew where they were going, but Edge had always liked puzzles and maps, so Red figured he could find their way out. Red glanced back a few times, but he didn’t see anything, and the trees where he’d met Sans quickly disappeared behind others.
Once they were about five minutes away, Red subtly scratched a line on one of the trees, angled so it was pointing back at the group of trees. If he was going to need to find his way back here, the least he could do was leave himself a clue.
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Dullahan
*This stat block was made for the MoTW RPG system, and creative liberties were taken to fit in-universe logic.*
A powerful fae that hails from Irish Mythology. It takes the form of an armored rider on a black horse, who carries its head in one hand and a giant whip made from human spines in the other.
This creature is also known by the names of "Durahan", "Dullaghan", "Gan Ceann", and many other titles.
A Dullahan is often mistaken for a zombie, but in reality its origins are magical in nature.
In some encounters, the Dullahan rides a lone horse, while in others, it rides a carriage or wagon adorned with funeral decorations, candles, herbs, etc. The wheel spokes are made from thigh bones, and the covering is made from human skin.
When a town has a history of witchcraft or tampering with magic forces, fae creatures may be drawn to it. If the Dullahan decides to haunt a city, it will ride every night and hunt for a chosen victim. It's detached head's eyesight is unrivaled and can see for miles through the darkness, allowing the Dullahan to relentlessly pursue its target until they wither succeed in catching their mark, or until the sun rises. If the latter is the case, it will return every following night until their target is found.
In some rare cases, spectral hounds will herald the Dullahan's hunt.
Using magic of the Unseelie Court, the Dullahan can call out a person's name and draw their soul from their body. Souls can then be absorbed to rejuvenate the Dullahan, or be dragged back to the Faewyld. What is done with the souls then varies between fae lords, and depends entirely upon which one commands this particular dullahan.
In their native realm, they act as knights and huntsmen of the Unseelie court, serving their ladies and lords unwaveringly, seeking out and capturing or slaying those that have caught the attention of their masters.
Like most other fae, a Dullahan is tied to a point of entry into the material world. Cutting off that point will prevent it from being able to escape before the sun rises. If it makes prolonged contact with sunlight, it will burn up and leave only its grinning severed head on the ground where it last stood.
The most reliable method to repel or defend against a dullahan is to keep a lump of gold above your doorway, or wear golden acessories. Unseelie fairies are repulsed by the metal, the same way the Seelie counterparts are to iron. If a dullahan comes in contact with the gold, it will burn as though it were touched by sunlight, but will be able to flee by vanishing into its native plane.
Powers:
Darkvision: The dullahan can see perfectly clear even in the darkest of places, and can see much farther than a normal human, but cannot see without its head.
Petrifying Presence: Anyone who makes eye contact with the Dullahan loses the ability to move their body until contact is broken between them. Roll +Cool to break free or resist the effect.
Dullahan's Call: A Dullahan will call out a person's name and attempt to pull their soul free of their material body. Roll +weird. On a 10+ you resist the call and hold on to your body. On a 7-9 you lose your grip for a moment before returning to your body. (If someone else has slipped, then you return to their body instead.) If your souls are in the wrong body, take -1 ongoing, but -1 forward in your own. If you fail, you are ripped from your body and become a ghost. (You have three days to return to your physical self, after which you are stuck as a spirit)
Attacks:
Trample: 3-Harm, messy, close, movement.
Spine Whip: 2-Harm, Bone, Far, Restraining.
Grab: 1-Harm, intimate, movement.
Weaknesses:
Gold Dust, items, and jewelry actively ward them away and will burn them if contact is made.
Sunlight harms them if they cannot escape back to the Feywyld before sunrise.
Their eyes are sensitive and are blinded by bright lights such as high-beams and lasers.
Separating it from its head or horse will limit its abilities until they are reunited.
Armor: 2 (plate)
Harm: 10
-Caffeine 💚
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It’s a staple that time passes differently in the fairy realm than it does in the mortal world so now I’m imagining fae and humans having horrible jet-lag when they visit each other’s worlds and shit.
Faerie wife visits human wife and can’t sleep right for weeks, but it’s worth it.
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had a dream last night that there was this peasant boy living in like a townhouse next to a young fairy and her mother. he couldn't see the fairies but the young fairy would slip him food and other stuff through vents and holes in the walls and such. when the boy grew up he crafted a ring for himself that allowed him to see the fae and he was finally able to meet the young fairy who was so kind to him. I have nothing else to say on that I just think it's sweet
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Lore of the Wilds by Analeigh Sbrana -- available for pre-order now!
A Library with a deadly enchantment.
A fae lord who wants in.
A human woman willing to risk it all for a taste of power.
In a land ruled by ruthless Fae, twenty-one-year-old Lore Alemeyu's village is trapped in a forested prison. Lore knows that any escape attempt is futile–her scars are a testament to her past failures. But when her village is threatened, Lore makes a desperate deal with a fae lord.
She convinces him that she will risk her life for wealth, but really she’s after the one thing the Fae covet above all: magic of her own.
As Lore navigates the hostile world outside, she’s forced to rely on two fae males to survive. When undeniable chemistry ignites, she’s not just in danger of losing her life, but her heart to the very creatures she can never trust.
Release day September 5th, 2023
More pre-order links are incoming as they generate.
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Hey booklr! I'm posting this on behalf of my friend Analeigh Sbrana (@literaryxqueen on insta), who doesn't have a Tumblr. Her debut novel, Lore of the Wilds, went live for pre-order this morning, and I'd love it if we could show it some love.
Analeigh tried for two years to sell her story to trad-pub, but the vibe was that trad-pub didn't want to take the risk on a Black Fae fantasy adventure set in a breathtakingly descriptive magic kingdom in a market currently flooded with white fairy romances. So, she took matters into her own hands and joined the ranks of self-pub.
Full disclosure: I worked on this book as a proofreader, and I loved every minute of it. I kept forgetting I was supposed to be working and reading ahead. I scheduled a week to finish reading it in did it in 3 days, and the only reason it took so long was that I had to actually pause and work on it 😅.
So, if you like:
-🍄cottage core -✨fairy core -📚light/dark academia vibes -🌈a diverse cast of lgbtqia+ Black characters -💘romance -🧝🏾‍♀️ being kidnapped by a fairy prince to tidy up his cursed/enchanted library and coming into your own magical powers as a result, then Lore of the Wilds might just be for you!
Here, have a sneak peek of what the physical books will look like:
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(ID in alt) The book will eventually be available in eBook, paperback, and hardback--Ana's just having a time getting the links to generate. I'll post them as soon as they're live.
Please do consider giving LoTW some love. It's such a fantastic book, and I'd love to see it thrive where trad-pub left it to fail. Thank you 💖
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