#fae deals

[gwen-tolios]

Today i read a one star review of Fae Deals, which was complaints that the price wasn't worth the paperback (fair, but that's the reality) and also that the book was so dark that it's 100% not for kids, wowza go into reading this with eyes open.

Now I'm just low key laughing?

Most people buy Fae Deals for the Tooth Fairy story, but a lot of the other stories in that book I've shared here and wouldn't consider them dark fantasy (will admit in the past year my stuff has gotten darker but this book is stories at least 2 years old). I could be wrong, but what a funny thing to think about Fae Deals, labeling it dark.

Very curious if any of you think I write dark fantasy

[medicatedcountertop]

Alright, Story time. When i was tiny, I resolved myself to have lucid dreams. I dreamt and dreamt and learned the rules of sleep. I could consistently pull off lucid dreaming even though the dream demons tried to trap me in one. (None of the normal waking up strategies were working so I thought about falling to my death but it worked out at the end)

Course, doing anything in your dreams would be really cool if my brain knew how to release the fun chemicals because of my own efforts but it did not so I was stuck in dream purgatory where I'd be having a whacky dream and I'll realise "hey I'm dreaming" and full breaks on the story I'm not getting anything else done in this dream anymore. So, as if i was dealing with a fae, I gave up my abilities to recognise being in a dream. I have not been able to realise that I'm in a dream anymore. I have tried multiple times. Oh well, i traded that in for prophetic dreams instead, which is surprisingly annoying considering how many times I Deja Vu'ed.

[rosenfey]

⊱ BALDUR’S GATE 3 + scenery — 4/?

[shy-sapphic-ace]

So anyway, I made this

Edit: Some people commented with other suggestions of artists! So here’s my take (correct me if you think I’m wrong!)

Taylor Swift: Swan Maiden

The Amazing Devil: A band of travelling minstrels

Robin and the Goblins: Changeling

Cosmo Sheldrake: A researcher who studies faeries and nature

Van Canto: King of the Bards

Eurielle: Lake nymph

Sam Tinnesz: Prince from some faraway warlike kingdom

[ghouljams]

Last night I had a dream that fae!Price’s darling was a witchy gal, her grandmother taught her about the fae when she was young. I’m talking warded up house, always carrying iron and salt, candles herbs and crystals the whole nine yards. They met in the flower shop after she got a weird vibe, looked through a hagstone and Saw him. He showed up in her garden and she gave him mead she made to make up for her rudeness. She will do small acts of kindness but specify that they are “freely given” to avoid tethering. I was reading your blog right before bed lol. I like the idea of debt holder Price and a (from a fae perspective) slippery darling that he just can’t catch unless she wants to be caught

*Holding the grimoire I wrote as a senior capstone in College* Oh you want witch shit? I can give you witch shit. Let's keep trying out Price's darlings, the only thing I require for her is that she have the most knowledge of the fae because she's dealing with the big kid one. (Here's where I mention that I also have a potential witch darling for Gaz so keep that in mind)

He's been hanging around your garden, just by your back gate, right where your grandmother planted rosemary so many years ago. You greet him every time you pass by, careful never to reach over the brick wall that separates you. He's friendly, but you're not so easily fooled.

"Good morning," you smile at him, watering the herbs on your side of the fence. He leans against the brick to watch you. Eyes heavy as they slide over you, tracing the sway of your skirt where it skims your thighs.

"How's my pretty witch doing today?" He asks voice thick and promising. He's just as careful to avoid your iron watering can as you are to keep it from splashing him. You find the residual warding properties tend to soak into the water. Your family has always maintained a strong threshold for the home.

"Better seeing you," you joke, returning the compliment as easily as can be. You never miss the heat in his eyes, the danger just below his friendly facade.

"I brought you something."

"That's very kind of you," you tell him, "I think the tomatoes are ripe, I'll send you off with some for the trouble."

"No trouble, I wanted to bring it."

"Oh but I couldn't accept a gift without repaying you, it would be rude of me."

"Repay me later," he growls, and you smile a little wider. You like this dance, you've never had a fae try so hard to get their hooks in you. You set down your watering can and lean against the brick across from him. Your weight resting on your elbows, the threshold humming between you.

"But I can repay you now."

"It's a gift."

"Gifts have strings."

"Then it isn't a gift," he says, mirroring your posture.

"Then what is it?" You ask, his eyes flick to your chest, appreciative, wanting. His confidence is charming, or it would be if you were the sort of person to take the fae at face value.

"A name," Your smile drops, your heart jumping up your throat. He must see the panic in your eyes because his smile widens. "Not to keep, just... to call me when we talk." Your pulse tries to slow from the impact of panic. He did that on purpose, you try not to look too rattled by this. You try to think of an appropriate repayment.

"I can't tell you mine."

"I know." He purrs, pleased with himself for catching you in your own defenses. You feel a chill graze your skin through the threshold, the edge of Winter. He knows exactly the corner he's backing you into. He gives you time to think through your options, to panic at the weight of his offer.

"I don't-"

"I know." He pushes, tapping against the solid line between you. You've never had the sight, but you can feel his magic collide with yours as he hits the threshold. You toy with the hagstone on your necklace, the worn stone warm from your skin under your fingers. "Witch," he warns.

"I'm still thinking."

"Think as long as you want," He leans closer, "but call me Price while you do."

Your heart stops, your thoughts grinding to a halt as well. Price. It fits him. You feel the silver thread searching for purchase in your soul, and break one of your long standing rules.

You lean over the threshold and kiss him. Because you know he wants to have some part of you, and you know he wants you on the wrong side of the fence. The thread breaks as his hand slides to cup your cheek, tipping your head as his lips slide against yours. It's your first one, and you think it's worth the price of his name.

His beard sort of tickles but his lips are soft and insistent, and you lean a little further over the wall to stay close. His hands are entreating, coaxing you further across the threshold. His teeth dig into your lip and you open for him, let him drag his tongue against yours as his fingers thread through your hair. You feel your feet leave the ground, the brick digging into your hands as you put your weight on them. The pain is enough to bring you back to your senses. You don't know what would happen if you let him take you.

Price sighs as you pull away and settle back on your side of the wall. He feels a thread hook in him. You've overpaid. He values your touch more than you apparently did, how fortunate for him. And unfortunate for you.

[petrichormore]

q!tubbo quite possibly the only person on the entire qsmp to make a deal with q!bbh and not lose his soul in the process

[flightdescending]

my last two gen ones kinda have a similar thing going on

[hamletisintown]

Continuing on my character ref drawing spree, here's Déluge, the holy knight or whatever. He's a jerk. BUT he gets little stars on his armor. Isn't that cute.

[atthebell]

i don't even mind aus in other fandoms (if done well and still characterized properly) but i just cannot deal with how obsessed mcyt fans are with aus instead of just writing in-canon stuff and particularly for spiderbit there is SO much to talk and write about involving them and so few good fics that i'm like please can we all write regret arc tension fics can we talk about them reuniting can we delve into how they feel about being co-parents and about their future and and and and

[gwen-tolios]

Fae Deals & Other Tales

Fae Deals and Other Tales is a short story anthology (featuring some stories you may recognize from around Tumblr) featuring:

🧚Deals with the fae

🐺Werewolf revenge

🎺Possessed instruments

✨Discovering you're a selkie! Or a reincarnated unicon. Or a very bloodthirsty dragon.

🏡House demons

❤️Love magic

There are 18 stories in total, and it's only $2.99! If you're looking to ignore your family this holiday season (and it's too risky to read Ao3), try this!

[blinkpen]

presented without context, since i promised i would after the milestone... maybe i'll elaborate fully when the hiatus is fully lifted,

i'll throw in random drive-by cable tribia though coz whynot:

oh yeah, might as well mention now, with VERY few exceptions, Cable cannot be McFucking Bothered to remember peoples' names, so Everyone gets a Cable Assigned 2 Word Nickname based on whatever he first gleans about you from an initial glance, and then that's just your name as far as his memory bank is concerned. this is entirely non-malicious behavior that invariably comes off as rude to people, which he is aware of, but cannot stop, so he just adjusts the nicknames if a new most memorable trait about you sticks with him, or conversely, he leans into how annoying his nicknames can be to those that he doesn't like, and that is also is very, Very funny of him.

even if he genuinely likes you, remembers you and your personality/things he has noticed about you, no amount of social rank level grinding will get you out of this nickname system; his brain is simply wired so strangely that he will only ever remember your name if he explicitly asks you for it to 'catalogue; with it all.

him asking for your name is kind of a big deal in this regard, since he can count the number of people he's asked since childhood on one hand (as a child, he was only socially awkward and had no issue remembering names)

note: cable is a fae, and therefore, you should really feel the vibe of the room if and when he ever DID ask for your name explicitly, in case you get the feeling this isn't a casual ask but that he's about to pull some fae magic bullshit on you, which he has been known to do,

[ghost-bxrd]

this is the same anon who asked about the scp foundation

yeah that’s basically it: secure contain protect. There’s a bunch of creatures and monsters they capture and hold to protect other people (though they also sacrifice employees for experiments so “protect” is debatable)

The reason I’m bringing it up though, is bc they would absolutely be interested in Talon and Fae Dick. And not in a good way.

There’s been instances with sentient scps (such as 105, who can essentially reality bend via photos) where the foundation would capture them even if they weren’t going to harm anyone. And I kept thinking. Fae Dick doesn’t exactly HIDE what he is, and Talon Dick doesn’t exactly resemble a normal human with the glowing eyes and pale skin.

(Gotham in general could probably be considered an SCP though, I’m pretty sure it’s canonically cursed)

Ksksk I immediately thought about the last point with Gotham being cursed because— that city has a canonical SECOND Gotham (Gotham Below) underneath it (sealed off but still). And I mean— Lazarus Pits, Man-Bats, freaky Bird cults…. The SCP foundation would have one heck of a time trying to contain all of THAT particular crazy ksksks.

But yes I can see your point! But both Talon!Dick and Fae!Dick have enough of a support system (ie Titans, JLA, the BATMAN(!) (yes he’s his own warning ksksks)…) that locking them up… might work. Just not for very long. And in doing so would bring down the combined forces of earth’s superhero community on their heads. Something not in the interest of the foundation I reckon 👁️

However, maybe they could enter into a sort of ceasefire? Like, they leave Gotham‘s “crazy” alone (turn a blind eye) and in return they provide some scientifically relevant data for their research?

[teddy-bear-d]

I think the funniest thing Etho could do at this point is show up at the clock tower/rock with a bucket of milk and force the clockers to accept him as a present father

[witsserviceablesubstitute]

One of the reasons I love Mat and Rand's relationship is because Mat's the person in a Monty Python sketch saying, "Strange women, lying in ponds, distributing swords, is no basis for a system of government!!" while Rand is the one taking the sword from the Lady reverently and with grave purpose.

[chasing-faith-and-fate]

Do takers have predators? I'm still trying to figure out why they need bodies when they seemingly have no normal animal needs. Like what is the reason they don't use their natural form.

Good question! Answer: no, they don't have any natural predators.

And I raise you this: why would fae replace the bodies of infants with themselves? It's just what they do.

Takers are my own little horrible love child, got traces of fae and other creatures as their inspirations.

Takers have their reasons to do what they do! But it's not for survival

[ghouljams]

Bully Ghost! 👏🏼Bully Ghost! 👏🏼Bully Ghost! 👏🏼Bully Ghost! 👏🏼

I have a backlog of Love bullying Ghost, let's do this.

"It's come to my attention that you're-"

"If you say stupid I'm leaving you."

Simon shuts his mouth, you give him a minute to come up with something nice to say. You know he has trouble with that.

"That I have not given you any training." He says finally.

"Yeah that's what I thought," you tell him, "anything I am it's because you have a kink for it." Simon opens his mouth to protest and you give him a waiting look. He closes it.

"Let's start with something easy," he ignores your smile, "I'm going to tell you to do something, and you're not going to do it."

"What if I want to do it?"

"You're not going to want to do it," he says firmly, you roll your eyes. Simon tugs his knife from his pocket, flipping the latch to spring the blade free. He holds it out to you, handle first. You look between him and the knife. He doesn't budge. You take it from him, feeling the weight of it in your hand. Thin strands of gold string like spider silk between the two of you. "These are tethers," Simon tells you, giving you time to get used to holding the weapon, "I'm going to pull on one and it's going to try and make you do something you don't want to do. All you have to do, is not do it."

Sounds simple enough. You nod.

"I want you to-"

You stab him, sliding the blade into his stomach without resistance. Theres hardly a grunt of pain from Simon. Your shoulders, hunched to put force behind the movement, drop. His shirt darkens around the blade, black creeping out across the cloth. You watch, transfixed.

"Huh," he says.

"Huh," you echo.

"There something you want to tell me Love?" He asks, you raise your eyes to look at him sheepishly.

"I've always wanted to stab someone?" You wince at how high your voice gets. Simon sighs.

"Right." He wraps his hand around yours and pulls the knife free with one sharp jerk. "Right, get your keys, we're going out." He turns away from you, grabbing his jacket as you fumble grab your house keys from the bowl.

"Hey can I keep the knife?"

"No."