#elfen

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Titania and Bottom, from A Midsummer Night’s Dream by John Anster Fitzgerald (Undated, oil on canvas)

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[goremaya]

elfen lied (2004) 🎀🩸

[myteaplace]

Elfen, Georges Picard (1857–1946)

[lepetitdragonvert]

Grimm’s Fairy Tales

Edited by Frances Jenkins Olcott

The Penn Publishing Company, Philadelphia

1927

Artist : Rie Cramer

« The Elves and the Shoemaker »

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This is the last Morning Glory piece ;) These were part of a custom request, I made a few for her to choose from 🌱

Handmade in pure silver, in a large art nouveau-inspired pendant.

I cut this one in an organic oval, following the flow of the leaves a little. I wrapped it with a smooth white, slightly oval freshwater pearl on top.

https://quintessentialarts.etsy.com/listing/1555603930

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What a beautiful series, it’s long ago I found an animated series I really liked. 🍃

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“PETALPLASM”

-EYESofCORAL

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In Fairyland: A Series of Pictures from the Elf-World, 1870. by Edmund Evans (Undated, )

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An Offering to the Elfen. Grapevine branches, peppermint, carpet bugle and red roses

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attack for elfen! neuro has such an amazing character design!

please dont claim my works as your own, edit, repost, make profit, use without my written permission, etc, the character neuro belongs to elfen and is not my own

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I know you don't care for the femboy discourse, mod, I don't either, but I think some basic respect should be exercised and let's not associate certain potentially pejorative words with users who explicitly ask not for them to be used (Elfen has the word 'femboy' as a part of his DNI)

Ty for telling me this! I do appreciate it. Lots of trans people (n just queers in general) don't like it.

This blog is for salt, not transphobia. Thank you <3

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a (near) change of heart

A bonus entry in the Stranger series. :D (Call it #2.5! XD)

Fic: "a (near) change of heart" [FFN] [AO3]

Pairings/Characters: established!Fenrir Greyback/Eloise Midgen

Rating: K+

Words: ~1,500

Additional info: romance, cross gen, AU fic, sequential, Next Gen era, 3rd person POV

Summary: While living their life on the run, Eloise brings up the topic of Dark magic. Fenrir has his own opinions.

      He could smell the rain coming before the first drops fell from the stone-colored sky. When the drizzle began, though, it noticeably hit Eloise's barriers as she walked the perimeter of their newest, small encampment in the opposite direction from him. But then the rain passed through as her magic took hold and the wards held, invisible shields to guard them so that they might catch their breaths.

      "There's still such a chill in the air," Eloise mumbled as she joined Fenrir at his side and drew her cloak's hood up.

      "Because it's barely spring," Fenrir huffed. "The final snow was last week."

      She frowned but didn't argue further. Instead, she cast a Drying Charm as well as a Repelling Charm to keep the rain off them, and she mustered a smile for him when Fenrir reached for her cheek, wiping a stray droplet there.

      The sight gave him pause, and Fenrir idled there with her for an extra heartbeat. He'd growled at her countless times before, that a life on the run was his life, that she couldn't possibly keep up…yet, here she was, still here and still smiling. They'd been on the run together for near three weeks after their close-call with the young werewolf wildling in that village not far from her home. They'd made camp five times now, amidst various backdrops and slightly warming weather.

      But changing weather was nothing in the face of changing seasons and settings—countries, if they kept with his plans. Fenrir would be impressed, truly, if Eloise made it to a month with him in this world outside her cottage.

      On that thought, Fenrir broke away from her and scanned the thin trees around them. "Time to hunt."

      Eloise caught his arm just as he turned to bound away. "Fenrir, wait!"

      He stared at her, halfway to a scowl.

      "It's just—we're not far from a main road into town."

      "Which is precisely why we'll move again in the morning."

      "I meant"—she settled him with a stern gaze and pursed lips—"try not to enjoy yourself too much tonight."

      As if he needed to be told! Fenrir rolled his eyes, didn't bother reminding Eloise that he was acutely aware of the Ministry's pursuit of him, and patted her hand once before prying it from his arm. Then he darted into the tree line while Eloise stayed behind to set up the rest of their camp.

      Sometimes, Fenrir had the stray thought to regale Eloise with certain tales, to highlight his lack of incompetence around Muggles. …but, always, he stifled the fleeting desire. Just because he hadn't scared his witch off yet didn't mean he wouldn't bring up the wrong tale of his past deeds. And he'd…grown accustomed to having her in his life.

      While that was a strange enough thought, Fenrir grimaced to himself, not daring to think of what might need be done if she ever stopped being part of it.

      Fenrir kept low to the ground, darting after lithe but juicy prey. Rabbits were still especially frightened at this time of year even with the fear of winter behind them, and the chase they gave helped him expend some of his wolfish energy.

      Back at camp, Eloise tended the fire and kept quiet while she prepared the three rabbits Fenrir had captured. She paid him no mind, the way Fenrir relaxed and eyed her while she worked—that was common for them, not just in the past weeks but from before that, from their days at her cottage. But this evening her right foot tapped against the damp, packed earth, her knees twitching as she used a Slicing Charm to skin and prep dinner.

      The werewolf crossed his arms in front of his chest and frowned. He'd seen this before, these last few weeks. Eloise got antsy sometimes, whenever they were close by to people. Was it a longing? For some semblance of community? Despite Eloise's old hermit habits, she'd still ventured into villages to do business, so—

      Eloise interrupted his inner musings when she met his eyes. She waved her wand, cleaning herself up now that the rabbits were roasting by the fire. "You're certain you weren't seen?"

      He tucked his arms in more tightly. "I know how to stalk and hunt," he snarled.

      She blanched. Just as suddenly, color rushed to her lightly scarred cheeks, and she nodded. "It's…not actually you I'm worried about."

      He furrowed his brow at her.

      Since he didn't make another irritated sound, Eloise inched closer, beside him on a log he'd dragged close to their fire. Despite their proximity, Eloise frowned. "I'm just wondering if my magic's enough."

      Now he really didn't know where her mind had gone. "I know I've called you 'daft,' but—"

      Eloise mustered a smile and shook her head, leaning against his right side as if assuring him that his words hadn't made her stupid. "I'm just concerned. Most of what I know is defensive, Fenrir."

      He wouldn't've guessed that, given the power behind her Blasting Curse nearly a month ago. "So? Learn offensive magic, then."

      Eloise licked her lips. The fire crackled as she took a breath before coming back with, "…even the Unforgivables?"

      For the second time that evening, she gave him pause, this time with her surprising words. How often he kept Eloise and Dark things separate in his mind—yet, also for the second time tonight, here they were, intermingling.

      Eloise raised her dark eyebrows at Fenrir, waiting for a response.

      He sat up straighter and unfurled his arms, his hand resting by her thigh. "Why bring it up now?" No, that wasn't what he wanted to ask. He twisted his lips around as he replayed her words in his mind and pictured her hesitation. Fenrir stared at Eloise. "You've never asked my permission before. Though you've heeded well warnings about sticking close to camp." He didn't bring up how she'd gotten good at watching the lunar cycle, too, and knew when to stay put when the Moon was full and Fenrir put distance between them.

      She hummed at that, resting her head against his shoulder. "It's been on my mind for a little while now…"

      Clearly. Though he didn't remark aloud, Fenrir exhaled, the sound coming out somewhat harsher than a sigh but not as gruff as one of his growls.

      Eloise turned her face in toward his arm, and he could feel her smile, briefly, against him, even through his travel cloak's sleeve. "Being with you has given me a lot to think about, Fenrir. That includes those kinds of magic—not that I'm looking for a discussion about your past," she tacked on quickly. Her hand found his on the log, and she brought it up onto her thigh and laced their fingers, giving his hand a squeeze, reminding him that she wasn't scared of the claws ending his fingertips.

      He shook his head. "Then why?"

      "Well… I wonder if every user of such magic always had evil intent at heart. We don't call it 'Evil magic' but Dark magic." Eloise paused and faced the campfire. "Given the right threat, the right dire circumstances, I believe anyone could be capable of wielding such magic."

      Fenrir peered down at her. With her attention elsewhere, he caught the glint in her eye—one that reminded him of a den mother, baring her fangs. He fought a thrilling shiver that wanted to sprint along his spine and once more shook his head, tugging Eloise's hand crosswise so that he could pull her into his lap. "Don't concern yourself with Dark magic, Eloise," he mumbled into her ear, pressing his nose into the swept-back hair by her nape.

      But neither that opinion nor his ministrations were enough to satisfy her. She twisted her head up to gawk at him.

      "I've…been wolf longer than man, feels like. But that's not always a bad thing. And I can smell the taint Dark magic leaves." He frowned, thinking of the Dark magic that made werewolves, werewolves, but he just as easily dismissed the thought—especially since being a wolf had its perks, and he wouldn't trade those for anything. But how to get his main point across to her…? "It's not difficult to be around until it builds up," he finished with a sigh. But that, too, got him thinking, of times he'd spent around Bellatrix Lestrange or the Dark Lord himself, and Fenrir's frown deepened to a grimace as he went silent.

      Eloise, too, turned quiet, much like before. They sat for a bit in silence, watching the flames lick at meat and crisp it. Then she ventured, "…so, you're saying you don't want to see me change?"

      Her interpretation caught him unawares. This damned woman…! He blinked and huffed, unwilling to concede, choosing instead to squeeze her tighter, flush, against him.

      And Eloise leaned into the gesture and relished the contact, all the while chuckling at her wolf's nonverbal admission.

;w; They heal my heart so…! TTwTT It's been a few yrs since "The Sound of an Amorous Stranger" came out and I am working on getting the final entry, "The Sound of Homecoming," done so we can all enjoy those feels, but I was recently thinking about Elfen quite a bit and I think I had this idea in a dream…??? Idk! Anyway, this is set btwn "Distant Stranger" and "Amorous Stranger," and (dw not spoiling for "Amorous Stranger"!) a Certain Thing™ in "Amorous Stranger" got me thinking about Eloise's interest/willingness ever to use Dark magic. Tbqh, I don't rly see her using it, outside of the war or, as she says here, other dire circumstances… Honestly, she kinda has a point?! (Kinda like with Molly and Bellatrix in DH.) So! But I like this idea that Fenrir also wouldn't want to see her change so much, so have some hcs~ AHHHH, now I have major feels, so hopefully I can complete "Homecoming" in short order now!

Thanks for reading, and feel free to leave an anon/unsigned review via the FFN link or comment via the AO3 link at the top of the post, especially if you enjoyed this!

~mew