#fairy!error

[fairy-verse]

Ill-tempered and bitingly cold is what winter is often seen as, with blinding snowfalls and wicked winds that cut into your skin, yet there is also an eerie silence that accompanies the thick blanket of snow that covers the island itself. If you stand still near the winter fairies mountains, then you will hear nothing, for the mountains themselves shield the winter fairies from prying eyes, but shall you somehow find your way to go all the way west on the Firstborn Meadow, then an eerie song will echo in the distance. The sounds are sometimes deep, and sometimes loud and sharp; and always so jarring and cold. The waters on the lakes are freezing solid, and it is the only way the Firstborn fairy of winter can let his own voice trail and form into uncanny songs far too strange for any Big Folk to understand.

Error holds nothing secret during his winter. It is the time of year when you’ll see and know him as ancient and ethereal, and the sounds of his songs will not falter… until the winds of spring are near.

You’ve succeeded in portraying the otherworldly nature of this darling fairy of winter, @aoi-kanna. Error is definitely the strangest looking of the Firstborn fairies, and though they all are so incredibly different and mystical to even other fairies around them, Error certainly has always possessed that special unique appearance; beautiful and terrifying, just like his beloved winter. Wonderful work!

Error by loverofpiggies

Fairyverse Error design by Lunnar-Chan

[maichan404]

Fairyverse is incredibly adorable🥰

fairy!error belong to @fairy-verse

[melissa7102004]

Courting

[h-aerins]

Can't endure it without going crazy ★ @p-osse

[hazerun3]

places a tiny little fairy in ur hand

@fairy-verse s fairy error

[clj-art-blog]

苍盐海 |  Cangyan Sea (no names)

弗居洞 | Fuju Cave

噬仙楼 | Immortal Devouring Pavilion

月尊的寝殿 | The chamber of the former Moon lord

相思桥 | The bridge of love

+Bonus The main jewelry and treasure of the Cangyan Sea - THEY and THEIR LOVE

[i-am-church-the-cat]

peak

wc: 1224

—

“And that is P1, mate, good job.”

“P1?” Logan asks over the radio. “P1, you’re sure? You’re fucking sure?”

There’s nothing for a second and he’s worried he’s missed the response over the roaring in his ears. Then Gaëtan’s voice comes over once again.

“Yes, P1, with Russell and Oscar behind you in P2 and P3.”

“Oh my god,” Logan laughs, hands raising to his helmet, the giddy feeling bubbling up in him like champagne. Like P-fucking-1 champagne. “Have some of that.”

If Logan is being honest, the whole end of the race was a blur. It could’ve been a Mercedes in his rearview as easily as it could have been a Haas. But never would he have expected to end up first after starting… wherever it was he started on the grid that morning.

Logan jumps up on the top step of the podium, waving out at the sea of black and papaya. It’s surreal to be standing up there again, his last win wasn’t since the last race of F2.

He just starts looking around for James when the Star-Spangled Banner starts to play. Logan straightens and tucks his hands behind his back, remembering at the last second to snag his hat off his head. Glancing to his left, he sees Oscar looking vaguely bored. He surely couldn’t have gotten used to podiums that quickly, could he?

When Logan is handed his trophy, it feels much lighter than he expected. He barely has time to raise it to shoulder height before someone in Williams’ blue is snagging it away for safekeeping. He laughs, too euphoric to care and leans down to grab his champagne bottle. His fingers meet empty air and he’s still looking around in confusion when George and Oscar pop their corks.

They somehow pull off the impossible task of not hitting Logan once. He’s not sticky at all as he comes down from the podium celebration, a first for him.

Logan is heading towards the media pen when his PR manager drags him off in the opposite direction. She’s saying something to him but he’s distracted by George smiling at the cameras as he accepts a red-topped microphone.

Is that the first smile Logan saw from him?

Logan keeps waiting to be stopped on his way to Williams hospital, but no one stops to give him a second glance. It’s starting to feel more like a P20 than a P1 if he’s being honest, especially when he steps into the garage. The vibes in there are distinctly unhappy. Anyone who looks his way quickly changes direction before they can meet his eyes.

“Logan.” He turns, smile returning to his face as he sees Gaëtan coming towards him.

“Gaëtan, mate, that was—”

“We need to talk about the degradation on turn 4,” his race engineer interrupts, raising his tablet to pull up the data. “It was significantly more than what Alex was experiencing and I think it lost us the fastest lap.”

“Oh, um,” Logan blinks and glances around. No one pays attention, closing everything down and getting ready for the next race. He shakes his head and turns back to his race engineer. “Yeah, of course, let’s discuss. Do you mind if I get changed real quick?”

Gaëtan barely glances at him before waving his hand. Logan takes a second to recognize it as dismissal and flees to his driver room. No one watches him leave.

That fizzy feeling he had before was distinctly absent.

He runs into Alex outside of his driver room. The other driver smiles distractedly at him, paying more attention to whoever was on the other end of the phone. Logan decides to leave him alone, yes, because he’s on the phone, but mostly because he’s not sure he wants to hear whatever Alex has to tell him right now.

Nothing was making sense today, Logan thought as he closed the door to his room behind him. Nobody has even congratulated me.

He looks around his driver room, thoughts in a tangle. Everything is exactly as he put it, as bare and lifeless as it always was. It takes Logan a minute to understand why there’s something wrong with that picture.

There’s no trophy.

Logan, fed up with whatever bullshit is going on, turns around to find his first trophy in F1, the one that he barely even got to hold. Before he can storm out the door in self-righteous anger, though, there’s a knock and then James is peeking his head in.

“Oh Logan, good,” his team principal says, coming fully into the room. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”

Something hopeful rises in his chest and Logan’s anger is replaced by relief. Finally, someone who will care about his win today. He opens his mouth to respond but James doesn’t wait for him.

“I’ve been talking to the board and some senior members of the staff,” James starts, moving to sit down at the little table wedged into the corner of the room. Logan follows but there’s only one chair, so he remains standing. “And we’ve evaluated your performance from the last two seasons. You’re a very skilled racer.”

“But the lack of improvement from the end of last year is worrying and frankly, disappointing. It’s becoming clearer and clearer that you aren’t ready for the demands of Formula 1. That’s why we’ve decided to let you go at the end of the season. The Williams family will be behind you for whatever you decide to do in the future, but we can no longer offer you a partnership at this level.”

Logan has never felt more disoriented in his life. Every warm and proud feeling has cooled over in his chest. His heart is feebly trying to keep beating through the frost, trying to get blood to his frozen limbs. He’s lightheaded but he has nowhere to go but the floor.

“But,” Logan’s voice strangles somewhere between his chest and his throat. He looks at James helplessly. “But I won the race.”

James gives him a look. An ‘I expected better of you look.’ It makes Logan want to crawl back inside his own body and die.

“Oh, Logan,” James sighs, a small shake of his head to convey his disappointment. “You know it doesn’t count if it’s you.”

—

Logan’s eyes open to the lazy spinning of his ceiling fan just barely illuminated by the creeping dawn. The image of James is still front and center, his terror slowly bleeding from his spine out into his extremities.

Even knowing the dream wasn’t real, the feelings it inspired are fizzing like a soda can. Logan lays there for a few minutes, futilely trying to calm himself down. He eventually gives up and swings himself out of bed, heading to the kitchen for a glass of water.

The water helps clear some of the panic, helps his brain think more clearly. But his heart is still racing from the anxiety.

Logan drinks one full glass then fills it up again to take to his room. On his way back to bed, his eyes get caught on his trophy shelf.

The CIK-FIA championship trophy sits in the middle of the sea of metal. It’s a full head and shoulders taller than his next closest trophy. It makes a strange sort of peak on the shelf, the trophies just declining the further he gets from 2015.

Logan turns around and goes back to bed.

[baifengxis]

anny’s favorite 2022 asian dramas

not me the series, thailand love between fairy and devil, china my deepest dream, china seasons of blossom, south korea semantic error, south korea who rules the world, china between us the series, thailand silent, japan alchemy of souls, south korea lighter and princess, china

[marshmallowmateys-ship]

You reposted in the wrong fairy ring

[celestialulu]

not to be insane but... “you” instead “them” .... dont make me say it

[sarangkstars]

My favorite and most charismatic characters of 2022

Dongfang Qingcang

Jang Uk

Song Hayoung

Baek Ijin

Jung Yihyun

Park Joonggil

Mr. Gu

Noh Gojin

Jang Jaeyoung

Kang Taemoo

Honourable Mention: Lee Suhyeok

[fairy-verse]

“I bear no love for the Big Folk, yet their strange traditions of setting lights out in the night and hanging dried oranges, sticks of cinnamon, and stars made of wood in their windows have their odd charms. Many decorate their trees of pine with strings of paper and glitter, and there are ornaments of deer, goats, ice crystals, and men and women with woollen clothing and red hats and scarves.

Some of the Big Folk even appear to dress in either grey or deep red clothing trimmed with fur of white, and they sing and hop around as they carry sacks that jingle and chime.

They are all so… strange, yet I find it all so… endearing. Perhaps it is time for a comfortably cold and clear winter’s night they can all enjoy.”

Artwork created by the wonderful Kinotura over on twitter. <3

Fairy Error created by valacre

Fairy Error design created by lunnar-chan

Error by loverofpiggies

[d-dormant]

and why did they conceal the birthmark over her brow for the second film

[youknowihavenochingu]

Lovely hugs in dramas 💕

Our Beloved Summer

Coffee Prince

Alchemy Of Souls

A Business Proposal

Semantic Error

Hometown Cha Cha Cha

Twenty Five Twenty One

Soundtrack #1

Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok Joo

Shopping King Louie

[chinzillas]

🎥 @kdramaspace + @userdramas YEAR IN REVIEW 2022 | cinematic excellence - best cinematography of 2022

vice versa, love between fairy and devil, link: eat love kill, alchemy of souls,  forecasting love and weather, semantic error, kinnporsche, old fashion cupcake

[galar-ranger-magnus]

In today’s lesson, I’m going to teach you how to find proper cursed objects off of eBay and in farmer / night marketers ‼️✨✨

And also how to haggle. Learned from my mom while we still lived back in Hoenn