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so i decided to design my own fairy, why? i didn't feel satisfied with regular fairy designs. and their name is Uyomi.
Women in STEM. damn nerds. anyway, they do make metal golems and stuff, or golem out of other materials. Their names are Cerrehh and Fen-fen. whimsical alchemists they are, they do make golems and stuff out of any element, some strange homunculi, masters of alchemy, and dabble in some witchcraft.
nobody knows how exactly old they are, but they do like to make a game out of it, breaking into people's homes or get them lost in some forest and make them guess their age between 0, 26, 79, and no, people get it wrong either way and they knock them out and they wake up in their own closet in their house
If a fey asked me "May I have your name?" and I give them a name of an already existing person who is not me, would said person's name belong to the fae?
Bc, the fae can't have my name unless I give it to them, like a form of consent. But the person who's name I gave them didn't consent to their name being given to the fae.
But if I asked the person "May I have your name?" and I'm a human, under fey terms I technically "own their name" so then would it be mine to give?
But if I never had asked and they just said their name, would the fae just not get the name bc it never was mine to give away?
If a fey asked me "May I have your name?" and I give them a name of an already existing person who is not me, would said person's name belong to the fae?
Bc, the fae can't have my name unless I give it to them, like a form of consent. But the person who's name I gave them didn't consent to their name being given to the fae.
But if I asked the person "May I have your name?" and I'm a human, under fey terms I technically "own their name" so then would it be mine to give?
But if I never had asked and they just said their name, would the fae just not get the name bc it never was mine to give away?
My gender-fluid ass is about to be like the fae but with pronouns instead
Me: can I have your pronouns?
A fool: oh! He/him
Me now with more pronouns: he he :)
I really want a romantasy book between an archeologist girl and fae guy, because it makes the most sense why she would fall for a guy that’s 5 times her age. You know because archeologists love old stuff and I would totally get why she would be interested in him when they first met.
When one brave delegation of true fae approach a clique of Amity Parker’s to try to get more information about this horrifying species, they’re pretty much
Fae: We have come to request audience with you’re reigning lord or leader(s), what would be your price?
And the Amity Parker’s are just kinda confused as to why these strangely pretty and sorta weird vibe emitting folks (by the way they have no clue that they’ve caused a collective species to be freaking out just by existing how they do) are asking a random group of citizens for a meeting with their “leader” and say something like
Amity Parker’s: Well, I don’t know about any lords hanging around but we’ve got Phantom? And I mean, I guess you could talk to the mayor if you want?
They recommend they talk to Phantom since they know these odd people aren’t quite right, and if anyone could take them down if need be it would be their resident hero and protective ghost.
So like...Sam's Liminal. Definitely Liminal. She's also very pretty. Constantine's a little tipsy, but he's very, very sure he just accidentally sat next to a Fae at the bar.
Heavily influenced by certain lines in Inferno, buttttt
Sam's a very pretty young woman. Beautiful smile (with too sharp teeth), lovely eyes (but they're a little too wide, a little too bright), fantastic skin (unnaturally pale, suspiciously cold), and a very pretty face (perfectly symmetrical)-first glance anyone who leans towards women would get instant butterflies in the stomach.
But Constantine's been around danger enough to recognize those aren't butterflies.
That's fear.
There's a deep, instinctual fear that is telling him he has to run.
Just as he's about to leave, though, her hand rests itself on his arm.
"Leaving so soon, Hellblazer? And here I thought you'd want to take a look at this...interesting contract I found."
Ah. Shit.
He sits back down, next to the Unseelie Fae who, apparently, owns part of his soul.
Sam, for her part, just wants to scare the idiot straight so he'll stop making work for Danny. (Danny's days are almost nothing but fielding complaints about Constantine and he's so fucking close to hunting the man down himself).
I finally finished my references for ArtFight this year, let the battle begin!!!
Family Portrait
The woman is afraid.
Her breath is erratic and heavy, glowing eyes wide with terror like frightened moons. Blue-black hair, wild and long, whips back and forth, this way, that way, as she struggles.
The snare holds her in a contorted vice. I can just barely see dark, fresh blood against her pale skin in the moonlight. Grievous wounds for anyone ordinary.
She is anything but ordinary.
Each footstep I take is cautious. Hands spread and raised, eyes lowered, trying to maintain even breath even as my heartbeat thunders.
Slowly.
She struggles, harder, clawing at unforgiving metal and damp earth.
I have to help.
My hands pull at chains, toothy hooks. Twine sharp as a blade cuts at the skin of my hands. Metallic teeth glinting in darkness.
Pull.
Push.
Twist.
Break.
The snare gives in with a crack, collapsing into a deflated heap, and my eyes barely register impossible motion as the captive leaps past me faster than any mortal human could imagine. I’m alone in the dark under endless stars and canvas black night, warm blood on my fingers, mystery in my mind deep as the sea.
I turn, stand—
From the darkness peer eyes bright as pale moons.
A hand reaches out, gentle and ferocious at once, inviting in friendship just as much as challenge.
I take it.
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I’m not a witch but lemme just say that fae magic be wild as hell. Like I constantly give you booze and honey cake and you repay me with a ratty piece of ribbon. AND THEN, if you have the GALL to say thank you for whatever lame gift they brought, they get all offended and curse the shit out of you. Like what the hell Gethitreal, I thought we were friends.