#Princess Suntar

[stonecoldsilly]

most romanceable acofaf npcs, ranked:

wuvvy - she’s hot she’s a top she’s got a fucken poisoned blade i am NOT immune to fucked up evil women with anxiety disorders

king oberon - i can be ur manic pixie dream girl baby bring the mrs she’s invited too

viscountess grabalba - she deserves love and i deserve to be the one to give it to her 10/10 would not leave at the altar

princess suntar - i could fix her or she could make me worse i would not be pressed about it

prince apollo - he’s just a big Chonky Boy who honestly gives off strong dim vibes. i desire him carnally. have him washed and brought to my room.

theodore - hotter when he was in feral mode and i cannot call anyone chooch and take them seriously but he’s dtf three stars

baroness alven - she seemed cute as hell and supportive of antics we stan a poly queen

gorebladder - imagine being his tiny goblin wife up to silly little hijinks for six hours max, bliss

lord blemish/lady boil - tiny and vile and i don’t know if i can throw it back like goblins can

grandfather - listen i know he’s fucked up looking but. but. but. hear me out. he literally invented birds.

wanessa - like looking in a mirror 0/10 i could not live with my own failure

[breathalyzerfail]

Hey man, all I’m saying is that if the Bridgerton rules apply and the 2nd season is about the meanie older sibling, then Princess Suntar of the Unseelie should be the diamond for ACOFAF season 2.

[fluffyquill]

*minor TW for cartoon barf*

OMFG I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS OVER WHAT IS HAPPENING UGH - THANK YOU TO THE D20 CAST FOR BREAKING UP ALL THAT STRESS WITH SOME KILLER ONE LINERS. So many situations where I nearly burst into tears while watching this at an airport.

I think my favorite was Andhera throwing his mother’s words back at her and I was RIGHT THERE with Oscar and Surena.

[unlicensedinvestigator]

the aelwyn abernant instinct

[islandoforder]

the way aabria’s voice got all quiet and low at “you’re so good at taking orders” like i am sorry but this is not legal no one can look at me for at least twenty four hours maybe longer

[asexualandheraappreciator]

ACOFAF Villains

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Image One: a hero forge creation of suntar - a dark purple skinned fey with long wavy purple hair in a ponytail and wearing a metallic red and turquoise dress standing menacingly over Andhera, casting lightning in her hand. Andhera is also a dark purple skinned fey with black and silver hair in a bun. He is wearing a black and gold suit with two scimitars on his back, and he is kneeling looking up at Suntar. The title of the image is "44 points of lightening damage"

Image Two: a hero forge creation of Prince Apollo - a fey who looks like he is a fully golden status lying prone on his back on a pile of gold and verdigris blue coins. He is wearing a gold laurel wreath, gold shoulder pads, gold Roman style sandals, and a gold and red battle skirt. In one hand he is holding a golden sword, and in the other is summoning gold crystals. There is a large patch of metallic red blood on his chest.

[agentqv]

“We Will Speak Again After”

A Binx/Andhera Fanfic

Part II: Lion and Cub

Andhera laid there for maybe an hour, watching their beloved weaver’s slumbering form rise and fall with every breath. He thought about sleeping, but a wisping wind stayed his mind. When they were certain Binx was asleep (with a gentle snore), the prince sat up from the bedroll. The fire was still rustling and they watched it flicker, flames dancing northward.

The forest extended a long way, under the gaze of a waning crescent moon.

He told the yeth hound to take care of Binx, they’d be back soon. Grandpa Dog simply said “Sure.” Andhera recognized with what was going on, they didn’t have time to mentally interrogate that.

As they treaded through the dark forest, Andhera pulled from their shadow a pair of black scimitars, assembling them into a double-bladed one. He slashed them into the open air in preparation, focusing on forms and footwork. The prince was getting into a warrior’s mindset. His mind grew anxious, like before when they went to war.

Andhera remembered that fear, the quiet terror… but their fear had been worse at a time during the Bloom. He experienced sheer terror when Binx had been injured by his sister’s machinations. But before that, earlier that day… another terror had confronted him.

The young prince walked for several nervous minutes, until they reached a distant clearing in the trees, Moonlight was streaming down on a patch of wild flowers. The tree branches above swayed and the wind whipped at his face, almost playfully rustling his hair.

Andhera cleared their throat, to finally speak and make his fears real.

“That was a cheap trick, but that has always come with the territory, has it not?”Andhera huffed, pressing the weapon’s handle into his other hand and stabbing one of its end-blades into the ground. “You can show yourself now, Mother.”

A chilling winter wind erupted, rustling through the prince’s robes and harshly ringing the nearby trees. Any nocturnal animals present took notice and fled. Andhera pressed a sleeve to his irritated eyes, and looked again to see the wind had taken form before him.

For the first time in countless eons (if it had ever even happened), the Queen of Air and Darkness could be seen in the Mortal Realm. Her dark skin was almost bluish gray under the moonlight. Her long hair was weedy and unkept, draping down her dark sylvan form like an uncontrollable waterfall. A pair of sharp crimson eyes peered out of shadowy skin towards him. She walked barefoot, her robes dragged behind her and he saw grass sour and darken from her gait.

She was beautiful and unknowable. Sustained but chaotic. Darkness personified.

And she seemed especially playful this night.

“My son, you finally permit your poor mother to grace you with her presence.” Her slick voice echoes into the wind and haunts his very core.

“It’s not up to me to allow you to show up, that’s the unfortunate consequence of growing up under the tutelage of a perpetually uncaring helicopter parent.” Andhera was so proud of that zinger, but the Unseelie Queen seemed unaffected, her lips raised.

“I see letting that Crafter rid you of your sister’s spike has healed your confidence after our last meeting.”

That Crafter. Andhera’s eyes narrowed.

“Why are you here?” They asked, as if it wasn’t obvious.

“While I may abhor debasing myself with corporeality… This little visit is a fulfillment of my word. I promised we’d speak once you’ve had it out with your sister.” The young prince knew she saw no value in lying, keeping her word was essential.

Because a threat isn’t a threat unless you’ve been known to back it up.

“And are you impressed Mother? I beat her. I secured my inheritance from that jackal.” Andhera puffed out their chest, blade-end shifting in the grass. The Queen stepped past him, as soon as he turned, she was seemingly on the other side of him. “I figured you must be proud of that at least.”

Her feral scarlet eyes danced at the mention of pride. He tried to insight that, but it was such a fickle flicker of emotion. Was that gratification? Or was it embarrassment. After all Suntar was still alive and as thus an evergreen threat.

“Perhaps I am proud.” She said. “You performed your role exceptionally well, my little pillar boy… my little cub.” The Queen said that so delicately, it was cloying. Andhera sneered away at her mockery. “Broke bread with your old enemies and became allies to send your rival away to the Mortal Realm. Where you find yourself now, alone with your Crafter.”

“Her name is Binx.”

His mother knelt down to the bed of flowers, her dark finger sliding by the stem like a wisp. Andhera watched as black ichor erupted from the flower’s petals, rotting it away, the corruption spread to the other flowers, producing the same effect, black tears streaming from the flowers and mixing into the moonlit dirt.

Andhera grew frustrated, “Apologies Mother, but all this villainous posturing is entertaining to a point.”

“Why did you come with her? Why come all this way to this mortal infested cesspit?” The Queen asked, looking up to him from the flower bed. “Is it because the chaos from a restored Court of Craft could provide value to the Unseelie?” A frustration overtook Andhera in being analyzed like an ant. “No… not that.”

“What does it matter what my methodology is? As your heir it is my choice to lead the Unseelie Court in the way I see fit.”

“You’re being sentimental.” His mother announced, reading him like a book borrowed from the library. “It’s all bright and new what this Crafter has pulled out of you.” She rhymed, unexpectedly.

“She’s a Weaver of Fate.” Andhera corrected her. “The last one, in fact”-

“And you want to put a crown on their head.” His mother’s black carnivorous teeth glimmered in a venomous smile. “And I don’t mean just as knight serving their lady.” Andhera froze at the sudden turn in this talk. He hoped by leaving the Bloom they could escape these expectations. Seems it wasn’t meant to be.

“Well, erm. That’s kind of reductive, if you ask me-“

“But you’ve thought of it. Marrying the Crafter, making them your consort, uniting your peoples and ruling my throne together.” Her voice was insidiously slick and oily. Andhera found himself momentarily embarrassed that their mother wanted to talk about their love life.

But then again why wouldn’t she? Binx could be a wonderful pawn in their games.

“Depending on if your quest in this blighted sphere goes well that is…” As much as the Prince wanted to read that as a threat, the way it was announced wasn’t as much so matter-o-factly as it simply was a fact. Their fey magic waned here, outside their domain, and that made them vulnerable.

There was a reason why young lions didn’t last long outside the safety of their pride.

“Are you going to intervene?” Andhera asked. His mother unknowably continued to gaze at him, tendrilled hair blowing in an unnatural unfelt wind. “No. That’s not your way.” She drew closer to him, hand nearly reaching their cheek, but stopping just before contact.

“If this Crafter is to be your Queen someday, then know that she will always be in danger because of your sentimentality.” Her feral teeth were razors, viciously cutting the dark air and chewing the scenery.

In the few times they spoke, Andhera’s mother had a way of enunciating with an intense specificity. Much like the way her unloving wind could communicate everything in a breeze… her words however were far sharper.

“Love compromises everyone. Makes us weaker, like my sister. It makes us just like everyone else.” A target, she meant.

“Gee,” Andhera interrupted. “This sounds like more of a talk between you and Aunt Titania that you are desperate to have, I really shouldn’t intrude”- their mother snapped at them.

“Careful boy. I do enjoy you and your boldness… but not that much. You could indeed be my successor, my heir. But so were countless others, replaceable just as easily as your sister.” The prince groaned, he’s heard this lesson before.

“And in case you’ve forgotten, I beat Suntar.” Andhera challenged.

“And now you’ve tasted her ambition. Scions far greater than you have played this game and lost, and you’ve savored but a piece of it. Be careful not to choke on your greed, my little cub.” His frustrations grew as his mother turned away, ready to end the conversation.

And out of sheer idiocy, Andhera pushed his luck.

“And what of you? And your greed?” He challenged, his mother paused. “I do not apologize for my apparent avarice, and I make no efforts to dissuade you, Mother. I will never live up to your expectations and will always be a thorn in your side. If you wish me destroyed, do so and be done with it.” The Queen’s gaze became that of incredulous irritation.

“You hit me pretty hard in that fucking cave. Come on Mom, get it out of your system. Kill your boy, start the cycle over.” The wind surrounding them began to pick up, but Andhera didn’t care to notice. “After all, this weird ass lion and cub thing we’re doing here has gotten quite tedious.” A cold wind chilled the air once more.

“Tedious…” The Queen whispered. “You call me tedious?”

And Andhera could do her one better.

“I call you BASIC!”

It was a brazen valor that Andhera had recently discovered. The courage of beating his sister emboldened them. He thought by removing Suntar’s spike that they commanded the storm.

But she was the wind that fueled that storm, it was her that coursed through it all.

At his insistent insolence, the Unseelie Queen effortlessly flicked her hand and Andhera was pulled by wind like a fish caught on a line. He bolted across the field into a tree, dropping his double-bladed scimitar in the confusion. Just as a sudden blunt pain coursed into their nerves, he was whisked away into another tree, and then another.

And then he fell, prone on the ground if not for the wind pulling him up by his neck. It pierced the skin of his chin with a sharp biting cold, dark blood dripped from his neck. The Queen could smell it like a shark in water. She was an apex predator. She was a lion.

And Andhera realized they made the greatest mistake one in the Fey Realm could make. 

He called the Unseelie Queen’s bluff.

                                                     Author’s Notes:

Okay I just need to take a moment to snicker. The dialogue originally ended at “You call me tedious?” But it occurred to me... that the funniest thing I could see Omar/Andhera doing in this situation (that would serve the story), was calling the Queen of Air and Darkness “Basic.” Like it’s such a brazen pop culture thing, and I love it.

When I conceived this story, I originally just wanted to do this scene and call it a day (because Aabria and Omar’s scene was so good and I wanted to see that promised second conversation). But I expanded and I’m glad I did.

There is a level of OOC I will admit for this. as much as I loved what Aabria was doing as the Queen, I really wanted to dig a little deeper into the potential psychology of this relationship, and that meant it couldn’t be all creepy posturing and letting Andhera do most of the talking.

I also figured there was some leeway because even though she’s emotionally distant and rarely speaks, it’s hard to reconcile that with the weird ways she treats Andhera in the form of wind (like she’s almost loving in that way). So for the sake of this story, Andhera’s mom is in as good of a mood as she can be.

As for the title of this chapter, I liked thinking of the Queen as akin to an evil Mufasa. She probably doesn’t love her children as much as she cares for the legacy of her throne (but in the right circumstance will feign love). Even though Aabria never said “My little cub,” I liked the idea of the Queen being more playful as if they had been looking forward to this conversation after Andhera proved their mettle, and calling Andhera her cub was such a cloying thing to say.

I’ve been on a Disney Renaissance binge and might have rewatched Lion King lately... I fucking loved it.

I also wanted to see Andhera’s mom dissect them (maybe literally) and their intentions with Binx and the Court of Craft (since the show treated it a little too ambigiously). 

If we’re going based off the genre of ACOFAF, the idea of Binx someday becoming a the Unseelie Queen Consort, or even an unseelie princess is a big deal. But I also get why it wasn’t elaborated on in the show because that is heavily intertwined with Andhera’s storyline and Binxhera was an unplanned organic pairing and we don’t even know if a Binxhera wedding will ever happen (because I feel marriage for them is something you do for other people). And of course Binx’s own Court of Craft situation is complicated enough as is. Which makes it perfect to examine in a fanfic now that ACOFAF ended (unless we get a season 2, in which case nvm none of this matters).

Please tell me what you think. 

[theladyragnell]

Ficlet prompt: acofaf, any characters, an accidental meeting in the mortal realm

(I am not entirely sure that by "any characters" you meant "Chirp and Suntar running into each other," but this scene got stuck in my head and here we are!)

Chirp is getting very good at running errands, if she does say so herself. Why, she hasn’t brought back a tisane made of dewdrops and starflowers when Esmé just asked for bread and wine in months, or possibly weeks (she always does get those two mixed up, in the mortal realms, time always does move so strangely, straight ahead with no pauses or skipping). She even remembers to pay with money, most times! She’s practically indistinguishable from a mortal, really, nobody at any of the markets she visits has ever said otherwise.

(It does possibly help that Chirp likes to go to all sorts of markets, because she never knows when one will have some special treat for Peep or Esmé. The last time Squak came to visit they traveled for ages and brought back some very exciting things. Peep does keep asking for that candy again, Chirp had better find a way back soon. Not being able to fly on her own is very inconvenient.)

Today, Chirp is going to be especially good at errands, because she’s going to deal with an interloper. There’s another fairy in the market.

It’s not, of course, the first time. Coming to the mortal realm isn’t exactly a fad, though anything the Lords of the Wing do becomes fashionable very quickly—it takes bravery, to visit the mortal realm when Binx is very honest about what happened to the Court of Craft. Still, Andhera and Binx and the real Gwyndolin and their funny mortal friends have come to tea a time or two, and Squak visits with a lover or two at times, and even Hob and Rue have come by.

This isn’t any of Chirp’s friends. That’s clear from the glare she’s getting from behind the glamour the fairy is wearing. They’ve gone for being an old woman in a threadbare cloak, which is so traditional as to be cliché, but they’re not very good at hiding there’s something odd about them, so the bowl they’ve set up looking for money is empty.

If Chirp has an enemy this close to Peep and Esmé, she wants to know who, and she goes over with a coin and drops it in the bowl. “Here for me? Or just passing through?”

“I’d have avoided this place if I’d known your shadow had ever touched it,” says Princess Suntar. “I’m begging for scraps, which you reduced me to. My beloved betrothed.”

That’s probably fair, though Chirp would contest that she was much nicer than Suntar deserved, under the circumstances. “Is that my fault? Plenty of fairies find their way here and thrive. Those of us who don’t think we’re too good to make friends with mortals, anyway.”

“Friends? With these thieves?” Suntar snorts. It is very unattractive, and Chirp would tell her so, except she suspects if Suntar gets too mad at her there might be some extremely boring swearing of vengeance and then Peep and Esmé might be in danger. Before the silence can stretch, Suntar gives her a keen look. “You didn’t push me. You know I’ve got as little power in our realm as I do here, thanks to my dear brother, but I won’t risk starving or disappearing, there. If you help me to the portal, I’ll owe you a debt.”

A debt from a princess of a powerful court, even a disgraced one, could come in handy. “The kind of debt where I could trust that you wouldn’t turn around and try closing the portal again?” Suntar may have been doing it for power, but she believes in it too, if she’s still calling the mortals thieves. “No. Not yet.”

“If not now, when?”

It’s not Chirp’s place to teach people lessons. That’s always been the Court of Wonder, only giving their miracles to the people they call worthy and apparently scheming all the while to no longer have to do that to maintain their reputation. “That doesn’t seem like my problem.”

“The Lords of the Wing are declining in power. You would have had it. The mortals matter to you so much?”

Chirp laughs. It takes more effort than she’d ever want to admit. “Goodness, rumors do soar, don’t they? Grandfather must have invented those too. I shall have to congratulate him.”

“You don’t deny it.”

“I don’t need to. I’m the one with the power right now, or you wouldn’t be asking me favors.” The bowl inviting coins isn’t, Chirp suspects, wholly for show, though it isn’t money Suntar will be missing most, it’s magic. “I’ll give you one, but not the one you want. I have alliances I care about more than I care about your favors.”

“What favor will you so graciously bestow on me, then, Lady Featherfowl? And what do you ask in return?”

That’s as familiar as bargaining for bread at the market, or maybe bargaining for bread at the market is as familiar as dealing with other archfey. Chirp smiles. “I’m going to give you a little magic. Just a little, mind, I don’t want to have to go back from my visit too early, but dear Andhera would be so disappointed if I allowed you to dwindle into a bundle of rags or a shadow on a lake or something equally lackluster.”

“And in return?” Suntar’s voice is shaking with rage. Chirp does so miss this kind of thing in the mortal realms, Esmé keeps things so quiet. “For your gracious charity?”

She could ask for any number of embarrassing things. She could ask Suntar to write Andhera note of apology, except then Andhera might actually want to speak to her, and then Binx would be mad at Chirp, so that’s an unproductive line of thought. “Stop looking for the portal until this dose of magic runs out. Pay attention to the mortals. They’re funny, but they’re not as different as you’d think. Things are changing in our realm. You’ll get along much better if you understand a few things.”

“So I’ll be no closer to home than I am now. Just a stay of execution.”

Chirp shrugs. “Maybe you’ll find another way to get some magic. Or I’ll see you again. I’m in markets in this region often enough. Do we have a deal?”

Suntar glares at her for a few seconds. “We have a deal,” she finally says.

Much as Chirp loves to make a production of things, Peep and Esmé are waiting at home, and Chirp still has to do the rest of the shopping. She doesn’t draw it out, but gives Suntar a dose of magic, a decent amount of her portion for the day while reserving enough to defend herself from any threats, Suntar included. “There. Enjoy your vacation in the mortal realms, dear. I’ll see you sometime, I’m sure.”

“Sleep with one eye open,” says Suntar, but her shoulders are relaxing and her eyes are already brighter, which in her case means more shadowy.

“Some birds do that, you know!” says Chirp brightly, and wiggles her fingers at Suntar in a wave before she goes off to do the rest of her shopping.

Esmé shakes her head when Chirp turns up with a hair ribbon made of moonlight as well as the cheese and vegetables she requested, but Chirp kisses her and ties Peep’s hair up in a bow and keeps the rest of her adventures to herself.

[laerrynseelie]

read it on ao3

Princess Suntar of the Unseelie Court is a ray of sunshine amidst the dreary, dark caves and jagged cliffs. She laughs when it is appropriate, always has the exact right thing to say, and charms everyone in her path.

Some say who you become is due to genetics, others how you are shaped by the world. Suntar knows that she was created by the cards she was dealt in life.

Her brother has always been a study in contradictions. Andhera, heir to the Unseelie Court, with more expectations upon them than her, strived to be more than they were made to be. A dreamer, a romantic, a friend. Suntar has internalized and weaponized it, using it as her sword and shield through life.

She does not know how Andhera does it, how he survives with all that earnestness in his open heart.

Suntar has always known exactly who she has to be, the place she holds in the world. She is a princess, she is a symbol, a pawn, a hand in marriage, a political alliance. She is the spare. Who she is isn't important - it's what she is that matters.

Suntar has always known her place in the world. As second-in-line, as an Unseelie, as a lady. And so she learns what is expected of her, knows how to manipulate courtly doublespeak and which fork to use and each time, fails to teach Andhera along with her.

They had been close, once. When her imagination and ability to dream was as strong as his, when they would make strange noises just to hear them echo in the caverns, when he would gift her with pretty stones he had found and befriended. Shards of volcanic glass, rocks he had smashed open to reveal crystals inside, stalagmites he broke from cave walls.

But he didn't wish to learn decorum. When, as a little girl, she already knew that she couldn't act a certain way, Andhera would continue to lick cave walls and carve faces into rocks. She noticed the way the ladies in waiting looked at them, when it stopped being cute and started being weird. She had tried to stop them, stole the rocks and scattered them, but they always found them again. Listen to me, she yells at them from inside her head. The world will not be kind to you.

As time went on, she stopped being kind to him.

Despite being raised together, the siblings became very different people. Andhera is chicken scratch in the margins of an oft-read book, private and illustrious all at once. Suntar, on the other hand, is well-practiced calligraphy on letter paper, mistakes prestidigitated away before the ink has even dried, true feelings hidden behind courtly pleasantries.

Isolated, away from society, Andhera drew into himself, hiding his unwanted feelings from the world, while Suntar only learned to strike out at others. Differing sides of their mother.

Sometimes, Suntar clutches Advisor's hand, and pretends it is enough.

When Suntar begins going to other courts, writing correspondences, practicing her royal manners, she learns what it means to be Unseelie in Faerie. She doesn't know how to relay this to Andhera.

He stopped being kind to her, too.

They are Unseelie; they are not built to wrap their arms around each other like parentheses, to curve their bodies into question marks and hold one another when they don't have the answers. They are not built to huddle for warmth to survive.

Andhera is spring rain that brings flowers and fresh starts. She is sea fog, salt crystals and obscuring mist brought up from the crashing of waves.

Hope is not simple, comfortable, or easy. Hope is a risk, a gamble, a struggle.

She is there at the duel with Captain K.P. Hob. Sees Andhera, who never learned the proper decorum for duels, not only regain their honour, but gain a friend. She almost smiles, then sees Viscountess Grabalba, thinks of the failed engagement, and stops. She feels a lump in her throat that mimics the stone at the back of her neck, and leaves in a gentle pitter-patter of rain.

Hope has a cost.

As she discusses matches and marriage with Prince Apollo, Suntar has no qualms about leaving love behind.

She is her mother's daughter, and no matter how much you love the ocean, it will always drown you. Love, too, is a gamble, one that is not worth the risk.

In a world of reputation and politics, what use does the wind have of love?

Sentiment is a weakness, yes, but there is still much to be had from loyalty. Does Andhera realize, she wonders, that she fakes her accent too? When she heard them speak in public for the first time, and mimicked it the best she could to protect them both?

Whenever she hears rain, her first instinct is to cast Calm Emotions.

Suntar hums a little tune as she returns to her quarters, one travelling quickly through the Bloom. It's a song about Andhera, sending a princess away on a mighty steed. A replaying of one of her most embarrassing moments that causes a pang in her chest.

Some days, she is the shining gem underneath their skin; others, she feels like the edges, raw and struggling to heal.

She thinks of the prejudice against their court, and Andhera's pride this season. She thinks of Mucky, made of dark water and rising flames, and feels a little pride in them, too.

The phrase "come hell or high water" comes from their court, after all.

As she prepares for the ball that evening, her hands find an old hair pin. She doesn't look at it, simply uses it to secure her hair into a bun.

An obsidian shard, jagged edges perfect in its imperfection, with only a small part of its surface marred. Carved faintly, difficult to see in the dark rock, is a smiley face.

[stonecoldsilly]

most fuckable NPC from each season:

fantasy high - gilear faeth

escape from the bloodkeep - galfast hamhead

unsleeping city s1 - robert moses (the only reason im not saying don confetti is that he’s a short king™️)

fantasy high sophomore year - gilear faeth

a crown of candy - lord calroy cruller

unsleeping city chapter two - dr lugash primjitzski

mice and murder - lord eoighan mccrae

misfits and magic - doctor norman boodle

the seven - lysander higgins

a starstruck odyssey - captain jan de la vega

a court of fey and flowers - princess suntar

neverafter - drosselmeyer

[breathalyzerfail]

Even I don’t like this theory but I need to exorcise it from my brain —

When Suntar talks about “stockpiling objects, talismans, things of great power” for their plans …

… and leaving the mortals “enough for them to make their own way” …

could these be Court of Craft members transformed into magical items or sacred spaces after being deliberately stranded on the Material Plane?

[fluffyquill]

I got to try out some of my metallic watercolors!

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a ray of light in a dark court!

suntar, princess of the unseelie court!

[lastofcraft]

~( suntar, @unawaken praises(?)  ❝ you are wiser than i believed you to be. ❞ )~ 

it is... sometimes difficult- well okay, that is not the whole truth. it is more often than not difficult to talk to andhera’s sister. for the way that andhera was treated, for the fact that she attempted to close the mortal world off from magic. now they are both here, in the material plane, and binx finds themselves oddly a little... concerned, but glad, at least for the moment, that andhera was not here in this moment and they had just found his sister while exploring for a second ( they did not need her protection, but she would still offer it every fucking chance she could ). the comment makes binx smile, but there is a fire in their glance. 

“ i would like to believe that it is both my friends and my knowledge of this realm that makes it so. even though most think that my affinity for it makes my wisdom less than stellar.” the fey tilts their head, “ have you enjoyed your time here?” the urge to call her a princess than correct themselves was strong, but they held back, instead trying to be a bigger person, at least in heart. 

they were better than to insult back, if that was what this was. they could not tell what was in her eyes, perhaps that was what was most scary of all- waiting the former noble’s response. 

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