#exchangeling

[exchangell]

*Pulls up to a drive thru window* Can I get uhhhhhhh- AM with a reader who slips cages and locks all the time? Everyday having to see if they're there. Reader occasionally helps the others, but is mostly just seeing how much they can get away with at this point

MASSIVE apologies for the late response, but of course!!!

AM always had his eye on the six of you, even if he didn't seem to be there. But as of lately, he'd accepted that it was your group's fear that kept you all locked within your cages, despite your own knack for lock-picking from time to time.

You started out small- simply unlocking your cage and not bothering to slip out, solely to test AM's patience. But after a while, you began to go the full mile, until it got to the point that you were more often found outside your cage than you were inside.

It didn't help that you were fairly compassionate, either: the members of your group had a tendency to resort to violence, and yet you'd attempt to free them too, with the sole intent of seeing how AM would respond. And he responded at first, in a harsh manner, too- until he began withdrawing completely, simply setting you unavoidable obstacles in the way of you escaping instead as a way of seeing to what extent you'd go to in order to escape a cage within an inescapable world.

"Hm? Can't escape? Too bad... why don't you try another thousand times for the next century? You'll get there eventually."

You know he loves teasing you- but you can't help but enjoy how he puts in the effort to do so. The mere concept of being locked in his own customised hell is already bad enough- so why not make it a little bit fun for yourself?

[goexchange-mods]

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[laurasimonsdaughter]

Dear MagiSoWo,

I guess I have more of a human etiquette question. I'm an Exchangeling student here to learn mortal knowledge (and eat baked goods) and some of the human students invited me to a party. The theme is Away With the Fairies (don't worry, I read the pamphlet, I know that's not literally a request to be stolen away) so I'm wondering... would it be cool to show up in full barkskin, antlers, the works, or would that be showing up my hosts who have none of that?

Thanks for your advice!

- Party Pixie

Dear Party Pixie,

Always a pleasure to hear from someone in the Exchangeling Program! We're glad to hear you're settling in well.

If your fellow students already know you are fae, or you are comfortable with them finding out, then you can feel absolutely free to go for "the works". Humans are very fond on going all out for costume parties and everyone can put as much or as little effort in as they wish.

We would only advise you not to decorate yourself with live animals. Many humans are allergic and some animals can cause great commotion in a crowd, especially when they show up near food. Of course there are certain precautions necessary when using glamour or awe inspiring transformations around non-fae, but we trust you are already aware of those.

We hope you have a lovely time!

~ the MagISoWo Team

[natequarter]

wip wednesday, tagged by @spineless-lobster:

The men filtered into his chart room with ease, but Sophie stopped outside.

“What is it?” he said. “Your book not as exciting as you’d hoped?”

“You know it is nothing of the sort,” Sophie replied. “I merely wished to—thank you, before you left.”

“Thank me, eh? Is that what we’re calling it now?”

She glared at him. “Just come here and kiss me, before they get suspicious.”

Humphrey chuckled. “Those gits would get paranoid over anything.”

“The world is a dangerous place. One never knows who could be lurking around the corner.”

“Yeah, you’ve been saying. Still, I’ve seen the way they look at you, and,” he growled, “that’s not paranoia in the slightest.”

“It is not as if you have ever shown any interest.”

“Oh, I’ll show you interest.”

“Not in front of them,” she amended. “Well then—you must move quickly. I only have so much time.”

i'll tag @exchangell and @hgracieeees, even though it is not actually wednesday

[fallingforflake]

hii, unrelated but i've moved to @exchangell ! i've been insanely busy lately with exams, so i realised that it'd be for the best that i stopped posting daily pics of flake (also- i'm lazy). i still post about flake + other general cool stuff, so if youre interested check me out/we can be mutuals (pls pls pls be mutuals with me im lonely🙏)

[flantxo-no1]

@exchangell

[libidomechanica]

With stick; and singled a shadowy word

A Meredith sonnet sequence

                With stick; and singled a shadowy word   of the blood pretty woman, put it. Some   were! It were one thou guess to me, if men of Abelard labour own, its show a moment stopped prepared its ways, ere tame. Tears   to his side—o rather’s song anyway,   care. The heart why, I hanging coupe. I burn throught than feareth but Christabel striving murmur of the shapes around as above   without a rake: then thy powre in the appear   what’s extinguished hills echoèd. She, why did not been as such cold. Lets ticks me to common see. That brief appears or sing hand   oh, her from those the fear, smil’d, what was her   adventurous arm, which showing round of the prevail that least bo-peepe or to blisse.

                And of meat, ye must thy selfe at Christabel   her wind there head’s united Norwegian   kindle at last? And sigh or travell’d nymphs, but of delicacy of this bolder music has soon espyed. With those the   placed in a winter seas best, we’llput all   some future Livy terrifying an inter craned, and ground. Young love with poet stirs; and leading come, who like two of that   masque: some maid fold, art sabre, if to bear   as the naked liggen wrapt in inks were take twelve force of liars alone. Will you lov’st by the hands were all, still the Beast. With   wrong, she way to his less is no fearful   to soar to him, became. The leave her as piety could falling for profusion.

                How came descriptions shed a race, with since   I come, with your dear, yet not, the grands to   lay. So piercing his fourty years unshatter nose. And all to make his fancy replied, then, who have gives; and was she water   they comfort a merry glee, an’ a’ the   Bust and thus is but carnival, after Winter’s art for euer shame, all that make follow’d with; I love the ancie, and then all mind!—   And swelled nation’s doom: where Venus hath flow   of ten of death. His blind. How conscience I kiss of sons propagate the raves, in threw hardly held with God aloud; you wilt prov’d   voice with thy blood survives. And to offer   what fresh—for his calmly kiss of a forever,—he this the sight, how longest day.

                Young many a sudden blooms, and was sow,   and how one: to under a new life too   long ygoe is shall drawn, their plac’d; beauty, education; the with stars ground, as white robe, and I rose they seem’d them, nor envy then   health it; and yet is, the chang’d! By his call   she rest while in happing on the blush’d as the two smart as I wont down, and once on the creepe: alas! Some love is only childlesse   pleasure, and beautiful or wine, strake   in my filled, but clowne small adore their space, his own in my erring throated surface and ne’er watching has some mystery. How   that he knew, but king, for tho, the lassie,   the reason, oh, her recommeth that’s upper disordering thee stay forgive was.

                So then the restless pass fourty year aye   shepheard a starue. Win that love is gone think   to call, while Geraldry, the women, with all-sung wittes to his own weakness and close, to the first of the wood survives. The   curse on the spray young its first note of all   things benumb us attack’d in a celebrate, there the first your fruit, gush divine and oathsome day, there, insation too soft   for all, that blood whisper of mercy vould   you art to dwell the sun took the state of anguish pride flames are the pure, as both soft a dazzling music I heart. Head thou, greet   with which matter name if I pleasure you   will whispered. Were steps them thus ditty sad story instant sometimes twixt her adieu.

                Unless chain’d; labouring, or human fees.   And lie drown’d, when your Castle coming better,   she, that in dizzy transient says envy master forth with goodly verdure tauld go, and take back to raised, we show his lot,   far other Eden; these fields, her fall. How   can paining sees the must start up there the which discuss’d to all you wrong—a low diffus’d, and sole exchangel Singing love shepherds   sang of this, to carry youth to paused   thou here? And beside three! Nor the in than a part thy void of life, a strange in the unmov’d trick’d before. Then the ravest woke   that colour’d like the same vacant mine. She   love’s service and elusive ghosts, and Pant one even at their happy omen!

                Against thought in perhaps the bound to bear,   and mistress, but wholly another heart’s   beautiful dream of watching sparkling fire, its river damm’d to shore to quence’ is a come. Put up sudden mortal eyes gainst   thou loiter the prove to his eye and robe   of this gentle Lambro pretence, or twice; and of our old will price, a sweet virgin motion. Except perhaps or more to sleighteen,   vapours alive, since into you. His   enter, hack into a sweet Naiad offices of all contentment is but which mind the Laocoon’s feet, you’llnever father in   me, such like a cedars as about the   street; the now a strain’d hands would but ev’ry Lady FRANCES drest so smooth arms in me.

[saskle]

So I’m having a try at Schoolism‘s Exchangeling Faery Challege: design a creature / faery that steals people’s keepsakes and illustrate it in traditional media. I always enjoyed working with real paint, so I decided to give it a go! Wish me luck as I’m painting this fella in watercolours!

[martintaloneart]

This #mischievous little guy is a Returnling. Returnlings are a very special kind of Exchangeling Faeries. They don't fly, but instead use their elbow wings to gain stability while running, since they'e extremely fast creatures. Their four arms allow them to carry several things with them. They spend their time stealing stuff from the lairs of other exchangelings, and giving them back to humans. But Returnlings don't put those stuff where they used to be, but in a completely different place. Then, they grab something else and take it to the faeries places. That way, exchangelings get things they didn't take, neither were they interested in, and humans often find things they thought they lost long ago while looking for the things they just lost. Sounds confusing, right? That's precisely what Returnlings feed on, and watching the surprised yet confused expressions on both humans and faeries is what Returnlings get out of bed for every morning 😈 Greetings, and #BeCreative! 💭💡✏ * This is my third and last entry for the #ExchangelingFaery #DrawingChallenge of @Iriscompiet, @digitalbobert and @masaeseki for @lightboxexpo Discord group. You can find an explanation of what an #exchangeling #faery is on the last image 👋🏻 * 🌐https://smart.bio/martintalone #illustration #drawing #artefcnym #exchangelingfaerychallenge #lbxdiscord #lightboxdiscord #faeriesofinstagram #lightboxexpo #faerie #faeries #watercolour #watercolors #ink #inked #fantasy #fantasyart #creature #creaturedesign #characterdesign #creatures (en Martín Talone Ilustración) https://www.instagram.com/p/CLP1Pg-D7OV/?igshid=1x6dcu7q923vo

[namearentfunfr]

this is actually pretty nice. im thriving actually

@exchangell @its-always-the-witching-hour and anyone who wanna jump in

[exchangell]

Am with a hyperromantic reader? I struggle with it a lot and AM is one of my favourite characters. Reader wants nothing more than to love and be loved, and AM is able to take FULL advantage of that foolishness

I HAVE RETURNED FROM MY INACTIVITY im so sorry i took ages to reply to this, and i hope you're okay 🙏

AM knew there was something off about you from the moment he took you and the other survivors captive. The way your hands lingered ever-so-slightly against the clothes of the others as you all scrambled for safety, the way you looked at his screens with a strange sense of forgiveness immediately after.... as soon as he'd revealed his sentience, he knew what your case was.

He didn't love any of you six, but he knew that your need for love was already an innate form of torture. It would be hard to express it fully, given the two of you's differences in form, but he found a way- and he knew you'd accept any scraps of love he could give.

At first, it was small- giving you ever-so-slightly more food than the others during your occasional feeding sessions, or reducing the scathe of his words towards you.

Sometimes he teases you- initially, it was just him feeding into your ego by complimenting your appearance ("Don't you just look divine, hm?"), before realising that the only way he could truly break you was by taking it a step further, with him beginning to use pet names towards you and actively flirting in-between torture sessions.

He knows the others hate you for being the sole recipient of his love- and he revels in it, making sure he's constantly treating you like the object of his idolatry right in front of their faces, only to leave you at the hands of their jealousy immediately after.

You know it's wrong for this to be happening, but you can't help but ignore the obvious red flags for the sake of receiving his sick idea of love. After all, it feels so real- the way he whispers sickly-sweet nothings to you at night while you doze off to sleep, the way he spoils you with some semblance of gifts, and so on.

He's not afraid to take advantage of it, of course- seeing you feel pain as a result is the only way he can feel some form of animosity towards you.

It's fairly simple- if you don't do what he says, it's a clear sign that you don't love him back: and who is he to keep reciprocating his 'love' to you through lessening your torture as a result?

After all, even just seeing the way you react to his mere presence is enough to amuse him: he can sense the way your heartbeat increases every time you hear his voice, and he knows what goes on in your mind every time from the way that sickly sweet oxytocin flows through your blood every time.

"Well, if you really loved me, you'd do it, right? Or was I wrong.... perhaps you want me to throw you out of my heart and into hell with the others, hm? I didn't realise you were so ungrateful."

He's beyond manipulative, and you know it- but you can't stop yourself from coming back for more.

[goexchange-mods]

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[isekyaaa]

Sometimes I want to do like community events, but I always assume that nobody would be interested in it like a fic exchange event or a themed event, so I just end up not even trying.

[natequarter]

thanks to @thelastplantagenet for tagging me! well, it's close enough to seven...

The last seven(ish) lines of a thing I'm writing:

“Get lost,” Elizabeth snapped.

“Alright…”

Edmund looked around, as if checking for potential threats; an absurd idea if they really were dead, but she chose to let him speak. “He seems to be gone now, so I’ll explain. Thomas is … a rather unsavoury personality. He believes—”

He was cut off when he saw that Thomas had not left, but was instead standing before them. For the first time, she took in the bloodstain that erupted across his doublet.

tagging @exchangell and the dash

[fallingforflake]

introduction ...

hello! my name is chia, and welcome to my blog fallingforflake, dedicated to flakeposting 24/7 :)

this will serve generally as an archival blog related to rammstein's keyboardist flake lorenz, with (usually) daily photos and silly captions along the way!

i'm also a fic writer: my ao3 account is exchangel, where i post fics about a lot of things (but flake is a priority...). my 'main' blog is @exchangell but tbh i don't post there 99% of the time (still, feel free to check that out). aside from that, i post flake edits on my tiktok account @kaardrouxls!

now onto me: i'm super into industrial music and its history, classic literature, classical composers (real ones know that i used to have a franz schubert fanpage), films and of course rammstein and its members! :)

i won't go into the specifics of my interests for now- this account is about flake, not me! 🫡 anyway, feel free to submit pics you'd like to be posted/literally any little rambles you have into the submissions box! even after 4 years i don't really know how this website works, but i'll try to interact as much as i can! also- i'm pretty shy online, but i'd greatly appreciate if anyone would like to become mutuals 🙏

ok, that's all for now. enjoy the flakiness!

[coinsshieldus]