#CeliaT

[the-only-universe-here]

OCtober day 13 - Waiting

Warning my dudes, this one is a long one. I have a lot of feels about the subject this particular prompt brought up, which is why it’s particularly late.

Lilac stood at the corner of the hallway, quietly staring down at her phone as she waited for Kasten. He had wanted her to come with him to do something in the city, something that was maybe a surprise for Riley and Maru if he didn’t want it to be a group activity.

“Hey! Shy girl!” A voice shouted somewhere behind her, and she flinched automatically, taking a deep breath to steady herself. Bullies that she’d been dealing with since she got into this academy last year.

She didn’t know what they wanted, only that they would harass her in passing, for maybe a few moments at a time, before they’d laugh and walk off. Nothing serious, it was just annoying.

“Hey!” The voice was much closer this time, demanding attention. So she turned her head, carefully not making eye contact.

“Celitha,” she murmured in way of greeting.

“Shy girl.” The other girl smirked at her, rolling her eyes. “Hey, look at me when I’m talking to you! What are you doing here?”

“Waiting for Kasten.”

“What for? Your boyfriend going to be breaking up with you or something?” She laughed cruelly, and Lilac stared for several moments.

She didn’t understand why people here seemed so insistent on painting her and Kasten’s relationship as something it wasn’t, why they tried to use it as a jab or an insult. A dria didn’t shy away from love, from any of its many forms, the concept seeming so foreign to her.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” she mumbled, recovering from her silence after a few moments.

“Uh huh, sure.” She waved a hand, again rolling her eyes at Lilac. “You should give me that hoodie.”

“What?”

“The hoodie. Give. It’s too big for you, anyways.”

“W-why?” Lilac’s eyes widened in panic. Celitha and her gang had never been nice, but they’d never taken anything from her. And her hoodie… that was something that she had gotten from her uncle Ignatius years ago, letting go of that would be…

“GIVE. Now. Or are you deaf or something?” Celitha grabbed onto her sleeve and tugged harshly.

“N-no!” Lilac pulled back, but her arm started slipping from the sleeve. “It’s mine, g-go away.” But her voice held no power, didn’t even get too loud. A slide back into her earlier days that she had tried so desperately to crawl from.

And Celitha took the hoodie, Lilac’s phone forced from her hand in the process to drop to the floor. The screen shattered, leaving her in radio silence, not able to call for help even after they left.

Celitha laughed, slipping the dark blue hoodie over her arms as she walked away. “See ya, shy girl.”

Then as tears began gathering in her eyes, Lilac saw Kasten round the corner in front of them. His eyes searched Lilac, flickering to the half destroyed phone, and then finally landing on Celitha and the two others with her.

She blinked the tears from her eyes as Kasten crossed his arms over his chest and glowered at the three.

“Lilac, I know you’ve asked us not to get involved, but…”

“Oh hey, goofball.” Celitha smiled and waved at him.

“Celitha. Give the jacket back to Lilac.” Kasten looked as close to murderous as Lilac had ever seen him, his eyes dark and angry. Dressed in a fairly nice black button-down with chains of golden diamond shaped-earrings, he looked… dangerously handsome.

“Oh don’t worry, she gave it to me-”

“And that’s why there’s tears in her eyes.” He stared down at her, eyes burning. “Give the hoodie back, or I’ll make you.”

“Oh please, you haven’t even gotten to the combat section of your year.” Celitha leaned forward and brushed her fingers under his chin with a smirk. “Watch your words, goofball.”

“It’s a good thing that I have extensive training myself then.” Kasten smirked back at her, the expression deadly. “I’d rather not this end in a fight though, so please. Return the hoodie, no harm done.”

“Whatever.” Celitha then turned to walk away, nose in the air. And she stopped moving with a choked noise as Kasten sighed and forcefully contorted her limbs. The two teammates with her seemed to be frozen as well, unable to do anything as he removed the hoodie from her body and threw it over his own arm.

“No, not whatever. I’d like it if you would treat my teammates with more respect… unless you’d like us to treat you with the same taste of your bullying.”

Whatever hold he had on her released after a moment, and she turned to him with a growl, her fingers sparking with magic.

“Don’t. Do it.” Kasten stared her down.

And she stepped down, after a moment, huffing and stalking away without a word as her two friends glanced at him and hurried after him.

And Kasten finally came to Lilac, still frozen, eyes locked onto him as light glanced off his earrings and he gave her a brilliant grin, holding out her hoodie. “Sorry for that, Lilac, I didn’t realize that Celitha w-would…”

And he paused, stuttering to a stop. Her eyes widened as his did, but his eyes were locked onto her arm - the little blue, glowing birthmark just below her elbow. It gave a little pulse and glowed bright, brighter than Lilac had probably ever seen it go. She slipped a hand over it and looked away, blushing, trying to mumble something that seemed to be forming into an apology. For what, she wasn’t sure, but-

“No, nonono, Lilac, I’m-” Kasten nearly dropped her hoodie before gently pushing it into her hands, his own blush starting to ride high on his cheeks as she fumbled with the buttons on the cuffs of his shirt, pulling it up, up, up until…

The same mark, glowing on his skin - not as brightly, but it was there. And a distant part of Lilac screamed, not sure how she was supposed to react to this. Part of her had always known that Kasten was half dria, so of course he would have a soulmark as well, but… well, she guessed that neither of them had actually seen each other in short sleeved shirts, both too accustomed to much warmer weather than southern Ferhgrin to enjoy going without something covering their arms.

And then suddenly she felt a sob crawling up her throat, and distantly she felt the way that Kasten bundled her up into his arms, and maybe he was crying as well - he was mumbling to her, and as her legs gave out from underneath her Kasten was the one to lead the two of them to the ground, landing her in his lap with her head on his shoulder with his arms tight around her.

The two of them sat like that for a while, tears of a hesitant sort of happiness soaking into each other’s shirts.

“Well this is embarrassing,” Kasten mumbled to her, pulling away enough to bump his forehead against her head. “And here I was thinking that maybe I’d take you on a date, and instead you get bullied and we find out we’re soulmates.”

Soulmates. It was such a big word, such a big meaning for the two of them. Lilac’s mind drifted back to the early days at this school, when she had met Celiate outside of the school grounds, her knowing smile. Celiate knew, she was the one that had pulled Kasten and Lilac specifically together, giving them both the marks they bore.

“I should’ve known,” she whispered. “Celiate is sneaky like that.”

“Yeah? Have you met her?”

Lilac nodded against his shoulder, and he sighed with a light chuckle. “The work of the gods is an eternal mystery for us mortals.” And his hand came up, brushing her hair behind her ears. “Well, uh… would you still want to go on a date? Or after all this do you just want to go back to our rooms?”

“I… I don’t know.” She pushed herself to sit up a bit more properly, blushing as she realized just how close they were.

And Kasten smiled at her, dumbfounded and looking so effervescently happy, a question on the tip of the tongue that she could see, hopeful in his eyes.

“What is it?” Her voice was still a whisper, so close to him.

“I- uhm-” He blinked and stuttered, his arms loosening around her (she couldn’t admit that she already missed the touch) as he looked away. “I- well… uh… c-can I… kiss you?”

And she fell silent, shocked beyond what she thought was possible. So soon, after everything that had just transpired, she didn’t know if her heart could handle it. But she didn’t have to decide, as Kasten shook his head and took her hand in his own, squeezing lightly.

“I… nevermind, I’m sorry, I’m just… I’ve wanted to, for a while, but. I can wait, okay? Don’t let me pressure you into it.” And then he pressed her hand to his cheek, smiling at her so sweetly her heart felt like it was about to implode under the pressure. “I’ll wait for you… whatever you need.”

[infinitelytheheartexpands]

every walk to class can be made infinitely more entertaining with the right music

[lamiaprigione]

Mettiamola così, disse un pomeriggio a Noah mentre si avviavano al refettorio. Devi andare in macchina da qualche parte. È un impegno importante, e non puoi fare tardi. Hai due modi per arrivarci: dalla strada principale o da quella secondaria. Guarda caso è l’ora di punta e di solito ci sono parecchi ingorghi sulla strada principale a quell’ora, ma se non c’è un incidente, o un’auto in panne, il traffico scorre lento e costante, ed è probabile che coprirai il tragitto in venti minuti, arrivando all’appuntamento puntuale, in tempo, spaccando il minuto. La strada secondaria è un po’ più lunga a livello di chilometri, ma non hai il problema del traffico, e se tutto va bene, puoi contare su un tempo di percorrenza di circa un quarto d’ora. In teoria la strada secondaria è migliore di quella principale, ma c’è un problema: è solo a due corsie, e se ti capita un’auto in panne o un incidente, rischi di restare bloccato parecchio tempo, e quindi di fare tardi all’appuntamento. Alt un attimo, disse Noah. Voglio sapere di più sull’appuntamento. Dove sto andando, e perché ci tengo così tanto? Non è importante, rispose Ferguson. Il viaggio in macchina è solo un esempio, un’ipotesi, un modo per introdurre l’argomento di cui voglio discutere con te, che non c’entra niente con le strade o gli appuntamenti. Invece sì, Archie. Tutto è importante. Ferguson fece un lungo sospiro e disse: Va bene. Stai andando a un colloquio di lavoro. È il lavoro che sogni da quando sei nato, corrispondente da Parigi per il «Daily Planet». Se ti prendono, farai i salti di gioia. Se non ti prendono, tornerai a casa e t’impiccherai. Se ci tengo così tanto perché esco all’ultimo momento? Perché non parto un’ora prima per evitare di arrivare in ritardo? Perché… perché non puoi. È morta tua nonna e sei dovuto andare al funerale. D’accordo. È quella che si suol dire una giornata memorabile. Ho appena passato sei ore a piangere per mia nonna e adesso sono in macchina, diretto al colloquio di lavoro. Quale strada vuoi che prenda? Ripeto, non importa. Hai solo due alternative, la strada principale o quella secondaria, e ognuna ha i suoi pro e contro. Facciamo che scegli la strada principale e arrivi all’appuntamento in tempo. Non stai a riflettere sulla scelta che hai fatto, no? E se invece prendi quella secondaria e arrivi puntuale, anche in quel caso, bene così, e non ci penserai più finché campi. Ma è qui che diventa interessante. Prendi la strada principale, c’è un tamponamento a tre, il traffico è fermo per più di un’ora, e mentre sei nella tua auto pensi solo alla strada secondaria e ti chiedi perché non l’hai presa. Ti maledici per aver fatto la scelta sbagliata, eppure come lo sai se hai sbagliato davvero? Vedi mica la strada secondaria? Sai cosa sta succedendo sulla strada secondaria? Qualcuno ti ha detto che una sequoia enorme è caduta sulla strada secondaria e ha schiacciato un’auto in transito, uccidendo il conducente e paralizzando il traffico per tre ore e mezza? Qualcuno ha guardato l’orologio e ti ha detto che se avessi preso la strada secondaria l’auto rimasta schiacciata sarebbe stata la tua e tu saresti morto? O ancora: non è caduto nessun albero e hai sbagliato a prendere la strada principale. O ancora: hai preso la strada secondaria e l’albero è caduto sul conducente davanti a te, e mentre sei nella tua auto a rimpiangere di non aver preso la strada principale, non sai niente del tamponamento a tre che ti avrebbe comunque fatto perdere l’appuntamento. O ancora: non c’è stato nessun tamponamento a tre e hai sbagliato a prendere la strada secondaria. Dove vuoi arrivare, Archie? Sto dicendo che non saprai mai se hai fatto la scelta sbagliata. Avresti bisogno di conoscere tutti i fatti in anticipo, e l’unico modo per disporre di tutti i fatti è essere in due posti nello stesso momento, ma è impossibile. E quindi? Quindi ecco perché la gente crede in Dio. Voi celiate, Monsieur Voltaire. Solo Dio può vedere la strada principale e quella secondaria allo stesso tempo, ragion per cui solo Dio può sapere se hai fatto la scelta giusta o quella sbagliata. Come sai che lo sa? Non lo so. Ma la gente parte da questa idea. Purtroppo Dio non ci dice mai cosa pensa. Puoi sempre scrivergli una lettera. Infatti. Ma non servirebbe a niente. Qual è il problema? Non hai i soldi per la posta aerea? Non ho il suo indirizzo.

[mouthpiecengr]

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[the-only-universe-here]

"Something's... What?"

Nikiera closed his eyes, clutching his head as if it was about to burst. "I..."

"Nikki, what's going on?" She placed a hand on his arm - almost flinched away when she felt scales instead of skin, she'd never seen him get caught between transformations like this. "Babydoll..."

"Red- Cerveny-" he gasped her name, fell to his knees. "I don't know, I don't know-"

Her heart thudded painfully in her chest. She'd never seen Nikiera so distressed like this, black-blue scales rippling and disappearing and forming again on his skin as he shuddered. A proud dragon should never struggle so much, and yet here he was.

She slid to the ground, pulling his larger frame close. He hissed as if her touch burned him. But still, he leaned forward, into her, until he was basically laying against her.

"Would be easier to deal with as a dragon, babydoll?" She slid a hand through his dark hair, pausing as he vehemently shook his head. "Alright. Alright, you'll be fine. Whay does it feel like?"

"Something... Something is pulling me back. I can't go back, Red, I can't- I can't just leave you."

"You could take me with you," she proposed.

But again, he shook his head and pressed his face to her hair. "I'm not taking you to the homeland of dragons, Red."

"Nikki." She pulled his face to hers, depositing a soft kiss on slack lips. "Nikiera. I'll be fine."

"But how am I supposed to find you again?" He stared at her, pained and hopelessly worried. Worried, even when he was the one hurting, being tugged away to who knows where.

So Cerveny smiled at him, holding him close as his scales retreated under elven features once more, for longer now. "Don't worry about that. Once you get back, just make a bit of a racket. I'm sure that I'll catch onto the rumors soon enough, alright? Dragons still aren't too common in the world."

"But- I-" he shuddered out a breath. "Time between realms is... Weird. I don't know if I'll be back in a few seconds, or a few years..."

Cerveny kissed him, again, harder this time. "Then may goddess Celiate guide your path and bring you swiftly back to me. If Oritzai knows what's good for him he won't challenge his sister's expertise."

"You say that like you know her," Nikiera teased gently, closing his eyes.

"Because I do. Everyone does." Cerveny ran a hand through his dark hair before shuffling herself backwards. "Now go, babydoll. Don't suffer any longer for my sake."

"Something's calling me home."

[drakeonwelfare]

POP OUT February 23, 2017 Model: Celiat S Shot by Me

[tbdevries]

Purple Celiate #rovjason #rvrogerrevelle

[firefighting-nate]

Fires and Bikes | Nate & Celia

Nate had been checking the equipment when the alarms went off. It’s instinct to gear up and go straight to the truck, but it still amazes him how people can be writing reports or even sleeping, then be in the truck in a span of a few seconds. Before he knew it they were already blocks away from their department, dispatch telling them the situation through their radio. The location is a storage unit and, while the fire currently isn’t much larger than a single unit, that may not be the case for long. Dispatch explained that it was the unit’s owner who had reported the fire, but the woman didn’t stay on the line long enough to talk about anything else. When they arrived on scene, Nate was the first out of the truck and quickly assessed the situation. The flames were licking at the nearby storage units, so he put two of his men in charge of containing it, then another two in charge of hooking up the hose. 

Of course it was then he heard something, or someone, moving in the unit. That’s when it occurred to him that they hadn’t come across the owner. After informing the closest of his men that he was going in, the man rushed into the unit. He didn’t have to look too hard for the person, as the unit wasn’t too large and she was the only thing moving besides the flames. “You need to get out of here!” He shouted, stepping into the other’s field of view so that she could see him. Of course then he noticed that she was carrying things, and he didn’t have to think hard about why. “It’s dangerous in here, we need to go!”

@townsend-celia

[the-only-universe-here]

OCtober day 4 - Nature

Lilac crept between the trees, eyes alert for any hint of movement that would tell her she’d been found. Crickets chirped at her from their hiding places, insects skittering through the grass underfoot.

Just a few more meters and she’d be free, just for the night.

It was a wonder that the teachers hadn’t already given up on trying to keep her in her dorm rooms at night, honestly. Her uncle had learned pretty quickly that she wasn’t one to stick around to sleep in the same bed every night.

Her mind still thrummed with the same survival instincts that it had back then.

Just a few more steps to freedom.

A flitter of light at the edge of her vision as Syren came to land on her shoulder, the hummingbird peeping an all clear to Lilac as she stepped over the bounds of the school and out into the night, where in nightmares saibune prowled to prey on lost children.

She knew better, striding into the darkness as her eyes adjusted to the gloom of the forest. It was harder to see than the twilight forests of the Glowing Isle with its bioluminescent flora, but she got by well enough. Her stride widened, quickened until she was running through the trees, leaping over bushes and deftly avoiding the roots of the plants here like a creature born of the wilds.

Until she reached the stream, moonlight flickering over the water, and she came upon an old friend.

“Celiate,” she breathed, panting as she bent over with her hands on her knees.

The woman gave her a serene smile. Her dress was seemingly made of void, a blackness that seemed to consume the light around her if not for the stars glittering in it. It pooled around her body, laid out on the grass like a portal straight to the heavens.

“Hello, Lilac. How has school been going?”

“It’s been fine.” She sat down just on the outskirts of the void dress, watching the sparkling water as it babbled on by. “I… I think we’ve been getting closer. Maru hasn’t been as mean, at least.”

The goddess laughed, a quiet sound. “I’m sure Maru will come around. I think she just wasn’t entirely expecting Kasten’s… well. Anything about Kasten.”

Lilac smiled, looking down at her hands in her lap. “Well, I can definitely understand that. Kasten is unexpected, it’s just his personality.”

Celiate looked at her, a knowing smile on her face. Her lips twisted into a smirk before she pursed them together. The goddess of the stars, goddess of love, the one who blessed the dria with their soulmates, could never turn down gossip. Especially when it had something to do with her beloved dria.

“So, what do you think of him?”

“I… don’t entirely know yet.” Lilac smiled, still staring down at her hands. She knew it was simply the goddess’s power, but it was so easy to speak to her, spill the thoughts that were constantly plugged up in her head. “He’s sweet, and kind. Always trying to make the people close to him comfortable in any way he can. He’s very patient with me, even when I turn non verbal for a while. He deals with Maru for me when it gets bad, if that’s any indication on how he cares. But there seems to be a seriousness to him that I can’t quite place.”

“You should ask him about it.”

Lilac looked up at that, eyes wide. “A-ask him about what?”

“That seriousness.” Celiate threw her a teasing smile. “He seems like the kind of person that’s just dying to spill his secrets, at least to me.”

“Wait, but-” She frowned a little, confused. “You know he is, right? He’s part dria, which means that you’ve been watching over him as well.”

“Just because he’s a dria doesn’t mean that I’ve been watching him all this time,” the goddess replied, her answer frustrating cryptic.

Lilac pouted. “But- so does that mean that you watch over people who aren’t dria as well? Or does that mean that you haven’t been watching him?”

Celiate laughed, offering the sound up to the trees above them as she threw her head back. She dipped her toes into the stream and winked. “Maybe.”

“I- Celiate, that doesn’t answer anything!”

“Mmmmaybe.”

Lilac rolled her eyes and shook her head. “How would I even ask him something like that, anyway?”

“I dunno. You’ll come up with something.” The goddess giggled and reached over, suddenly close enough to touch Lilac as her hand glanced over her shoulder. “For now, kiddo, you need some sleep. You have an early morning coming up.”

She sighed, though it turned into a yawn halfway through. She knew that Celiate wasn’t going to let her stay up to talk, but she tried to get out of it anyway. “But…”

“Nope. Just lay your head down, Lilac. You’ll be safe for tonight, I promise.”

And she did, shifting to lay her head down onto the void dress and rest in Celiate’s lap. She was asleep before she ever touched the mysterious fabric of the dress though. That was the nature of a goddess, strong but malleable, straightforward but cryptic, real but fleeting.

~~~

Hi hello can I just say how much diggity darn I love Celiate? I adore my star goddess, she’s grade A+ GAY

[the-only-universe-here]

Mini Worldbuilding Rant #1

Currently my favorite thing about my world is the history. And one specific detail about the history. The shapeshifting race of the fae was saved because in the process of the gods of earth and ocean were going about literally tearing the world apart to reset everything that had gone wrong with people, one woman refused to die.

That fae woman is Alyent, who... despite not believing in the gods and rejecting them time after time, she managed to impress them. And it was Celiate, the goddess of the stars, who fell in love with Alyent and persuaded her to accept the pantheon of gods to save her race.

Alyent then became an earth-bound god, the queen of her race. And Celiate became her lover, returning to her side as often as she could. And to help her return often, Alyent enchanted her small continent to exist in a perpetual twilight.

The power of the gays. They are unstoppable.

[the-only-universe-here]

Liura stuff part 1.5: Alyent and the fae

So, I promise I didn’t forget about this among all my lore stuff last time but… Alyent and the story of the fae didn’t seem to quite fit within the info that I was giving with my first post, so here! A little extra story from the time of the apocalypse and the reason why Iviitar is the way he is.

Among the time when the world was being torn apart by the gods, there was a fae woman. She was headstrong, stubborn, and despite the gods’ best attempts, they could not kill her. Because Alyent, the stubborn fae, was a master of her race’s abilities.

See, the fae are natural shape shifters. They have their limitations with how big or small they can become, but their imagination is the thing that defines them, as they can become any kind of twisted beings they think up. Most fae wouldn’t be able to copy animals and other races so exactly, but Alyent was among the few who had worked to perfect many animal forms in her lifetime, and she used said forms to survive the destruction of the world.

But she refused to believe in the old gods, even as she witnessed the destruction that they rained down upon her. She refused to believe even when Naidian herself came upon her raft and stripped her of the magic that allowed her to shift forms. She refused to believe even as Celiate spent days upon days watching the woman starve and become dehydrated, offering each day to give her magic back and become the leader of what was left of her people. If only she would believe and worship the old gods like she used to for other, younger gods.

But eventually, as Celiate sat with a dying Alyent in her lap, the fae finally relented.

And the goddess of the stars, knowing she was too far gone, made Alyent into a sort of demi-god. She gave her eternal life and the same magical powers as a god, though Alyent could die if struck a mortal blow.

At first, Alyent cursed the gods, even as she turned into some sort of sea-faring creature and dived into Naidian’s domain. She hated them for tricking her and forcing her into the situation that she was in, having to worship the ones that had destroyed the life that she had enjoyed so much before.

But as time went on, the fae grew weary of hate and anger towards the ones that had saved her.

And eventually, she found herself falling in love with Celiate, the one who had stayed with her for so long. The story between them is muddled and the two of them refuse to share what truly happened, but eventually Celiate became the fae queen’s lover. And Celiate broke off the millenium-old relationship that she had once had with her husband, Iviitar.

It broke the god’s heart as well as part of his mind, and ever since he has never truly recovered. He became cruel and yet soft, unbalanced in the way he craves for love.

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BUT anyway. Again, after the storytelling (I swear not all of these are going to consist of a lore telling and extra info alskjaoiwegj) I have brought you all… actual information about Alyent and the fae. Mostly the fae now since we kinda got Alyent, their queen, covered.

So first off, as mentioned, the fae are shape shifters. They are generally considered to be a ‘creature’ as a whole instead of a true race like the others, because of the fact that some fae will live their lives in the form of another intelligent race, and some will live their lives as an animal. It really all depends on the individual, and if they do spend their lives as one or the other, they will adopt the same mindset as whatever they choose. The race doesn’t have a ‘true’ form to them, and even if they once did not even Alyent knows about it.

In general, fae are… honestly kinda an op race, got gonna lie. Their control over their shape shifting goes beyond simply shifting from animal to person to control over rather minute details of their bodies. They can create more muscle bulk if they need, give themselves extra or enhanced organs (most widely used change in that regard is generally them changing their eyes to see better in the dark), and even heal wounds much quicker than should be possible. They’re not indestructible, but they’re damn close if they have a good handle on their abilities. And, generally, most fae are gender fluid seeing as they can just change their bodies according to their own whims. (Lucky ducks, honestly) They also have a weak form of telepathy between them that kind of acts as their identification between themselves. Each fae has a certain mental signature so that no matter what form they take, they’ll know that there’s another fae in the area that they might know.

Now, the only exception of their shape shifting is that if a fae assumes a female form with all appropriate organs and they become pregnant whilst in that form, they aren’t able to just kinda… delete the baby. Which honestly it’s kind of hard to get a fae pregnant if they don’t wanna be, but once it happens, generally only some very extreme situations will allow them to basically have an emergency birth earlier than the child should be getting out. During this time, the fae parent can still change around basically whatever they want as long as the womb stays intact and the child remains safe.

And honestly people make jokes about it, because the fae are literally the worst with any sort of bodily discomfort. Seeing as they can change their bodies to whatever the fuck they want, unless they’re really trying to hide the fact that they’re a fae they will change everything down to their bone structure if it means they get to do something even as simple as sitting comfortably. Like, you will never ever see a fae on their period, and if you do it’s because they’re trying to hide and they will bitch about it for ages until it’s gone. So the reason why it’s so impossible to become not-pregnant after actually getting to that point is because “the fae would rather go extinct than have to deal with carrying a child for their full 6 month period.”

BUT basically the fae child is born as whatever the parent giving birth is currently in the form of. (Does the child change with the parent as they’re growing in the womb? Do they just get switched around as they are being born? Who knows, not me) And because of all the safety hijinks that a fae’s body goes through and with how malleable the race is in general, the survival of birthing is basically 100% unless someone actively tries to murder the parent in the middle of giving birth, which. Christ, dude, fucking messed up??

And that’s it for all the children/pregnancy stuff I think uhhhhh…

Yeah.

ALSO because the fae are kind of copycats and even with experience some fae can’t really master their shape shifting, oftentimes the appearance of the race or animal they turn into is kind of… off. Like, their eyes might be a bit bigger than they should be, or their hair/skin/eye color is a bit off for what the race should look like. Stuff like that. Usually a fae will only really master their preferred form and everything else can look as janky as it might be, as long as it works and looks basically correct. (And along with their preferred forms, fae will sometimes have a preferred gender or trait that will become their tell-tale identification for their non-fae friends.)

The fae all generally live on the continent of Askiri, a place up north where they use their immense collective magical power to basically shape their borders into a massive illusionary maze that’s nearly impossible to get through. At the center of the continent stands one of the very few and far between settlements on Askiri, where Alyent resides in a relatively tiny castle as she maintains the rather balmy temperatures of the entire continent, ancient magic even keeping the sun constantly low in the skies so that Celiate might be able to come visit more often. (They get twilight and night, not really much more daylight than that)

And just for all yall’s information, the fae were sponsored by Zharrane and Carilux, the gods of night/day. The only reason that Celiate didn’t sponsor her girlfriend’s race is because she had already chosen the elves to take care of. And she also realized that those two could probably help Alyent with her campaign to give Askiri a constant twilight (both of the girls are very close to Zharrane, lol)

Buuuut yeah, that’s my fae race. Next time I’ll be back with some of my other races.