#half human half fairy?

[notemaker]

@midoristeashop THIS bottom corner drawing you mean?

[fictionadventurer]

I love setting fantasy around and after WWI. It's such a good combination. WWI was a loss-of-innocence on a societal level. There had been this assumption that technology and progress could solve all our problems and make us better people, and then WWI comes and shows us horribly and violently that it does not, and then in the aftermath we have to deal with what this means for us as a society and as people.

Throwing magic into that is a perfect thematic fit, because magic and technology are basically the same thing--people trying to impose their will upon nature. It can do good things or terrible things, but the issue is not necessarily the technology or the magic itself, but the hearts of the people using it, the cost to bring it about, the drain on resources and the effect on the environment and people. In the aftermath of a major conflict, we have to take a long hard look at ourselves and the choices we've made and will continue to make. Are the benefits worth the cost? What is the true nature of man--can we ever trust ourselves again? Have we progressed to a better stage of humanity or reverted back to beasts? There is just so much to explore there. The WWI connection has been built into the genre ever since Tolkien, and it continues to be relevant to our modern world.

[cloverwood]

theres a lot of negativity towards humans in the otherkin and therian space i find, and fairly so, but i just wanted to add a different voice to the choir;

I love humans. I love watching them, talking to them, i love the way they look. They are capable of doing and making such wonderful things. their buildings, their art, their stories, their science! I feel so blessed to get to experience this life among them. Of course they're capable of such horrible things and I often have my moments of being sick of them, I can't spend more than 10 minutes in a supermarket without turning evil™ but idk I feel like it will always be worth it for their love and curiosity.

I think discovering myself and exploring the fact that I am fairykin has really made me rethink and re appreciate the humanity I have. I think humans are beautiful creatures and I think we deserve a bit more kindness and credit for the joys we are capable of creating.

[herbgerblin]

shoutout to my friend lore who spent a month convincing me to watch a court of fey and flowers. only for me to binge most of it this past week.

i am now. unwell

[ellipsismark]

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Alice Hansen is up as she deals with living in a new country and making new friends, all while burdened by the legacy of her late mother.

Read Her Story Here

Or Listen In Audiobook Format

[gottabegenki]

Seeing as they did do the deed :3c

After receiving blessings from the family, their child would be like Gospel from Musuko Ga Kawaikute Shikataganai Mazoku No Hahaoya.

Gospel is a curious and rambunctious kid, definitely inherited from his mom aside from her colour scheme and horns.

D’aaaaaw~ that’s actually so sweet and cute~ 💕

And since you brought this up, I have this 😆 Malleus and Jo have two children. And a bonus, uncle guardsman Sebek. (No idea when I’ll finish it) 😆

[rohirric-hunter]

I've seen a lot of people complaining that the new River Hobbits look too much like small humans. I see their point, but have they considered: they're adorable

[tigitaldurtle]

Hey look at

Look at these characters I designed based on a dream I had last night look at how awesome and/or lame they are :)

[duskianfae]

🫶

[xellandria]

Since I just finished another batch and realized I hadn't posted a lot of the older ones, have some D&D character portraits! These span all four of the campaigns my group has played/are playing in the last four and a half years (one of them is on hiatus but we were like six sessions from being done according to the DM, lol).

For our most recent campaign (consisting of Weven, Ajami, Hibou, Ceridwyn (who isn't pictured here because I posted her previously), Graka, Kudri, and Echo (who was there for like five sessions of the second campaign and then bounced, but is now being reused) I decided to ease my workload a bit and only draw the portraits, then turn them into the circular tokens like the ones the official 5e modules on Roll20 use. I do miss the old high-angle fullbody tokens, but the circles really do read better at the size they are on the boards (and with our health bars covering up part of them sometimes) and my digital workflow has changed so drastically that they'd be even more work than they were back then. Plus, this way I don't have to design clothes for more than the shoulders of everybody >:D

I have apparently decided that my D&D art will be coloured sketches in perpetuity. Arguably both more and less work for me, but it's nice not to have to fight with lineart.

[thebuginyourwalls]

One Small Wrong: Chapter 1

Heya! This is the first part of a little fan project I'm writing inspired by the world created by @not-a-space-alien for their series "Watch Your Step". I'm writing it a little free-form at the moment so I'm not sure how long it will end up being, but I'm hoping to include plenty of hurt/comfort (aka you will all confront your traumas or so help me god) and a bit of an unseelie court flavour to the main hive of Pixies in this story.

Anyways, I'm also pretty new to the gt sphere so I'm a little nervous about posting still, but I've been wanting to get involved for a while so I'm finally putting myself out there. I hope you all enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing it. WYS has such wonderful worldbuilding which has been an honest joy to create ocs for.

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Blackthorn rubbed her shoulders, breathing clouds into the chilly air. Luckily the snow hadn't come to the forest just yet, but if she had to guess it would arrive any day now. Already all the substantial prey were either moving on to greener pastures, preparing for hibernation, or dying off.

It made her restless.

Her wings buzzed with frustration as she paced up and down the tree branch. She had already double and triple checked her equipment, but Apple was nowhere to be found. What was holding him up?

An hour had passed before the sound of something fluttering up to the branch behind her stopped her pacing.

As expected it was him; Apple fidgeted anxiously with the frayed ends of his woven jacket, while on his back a sharpened flint knife in a carefully folded leaf caught the light on its edge. It seemed far too big for him, and he stood like he was worried he might cut himself on the exposed point.

"You're late," Blackthorn stated simply, frowning at him.

"S-Sorry," he straightened his posture slightly, "I was just saying goodbye to everyone. Just in case things...go wrong."

She scoffed, folding her arms.

"Nothing's going to go wrong," she turned away, marching back along the branch, "Come on. We're losing valuable darkness right now."

And indeed the sky was beginning to brighten with the slow rising of the sun. They had maybe a few hours before the first golden rays hit the treetops.

Apple jogged up beside her, pulling his hazel hair up into a small ponytail. Then he seemed to change his mind and pulled it down again, twisting the little loop of twine over and over in his fingers.

"But what if they find out? What then?" He asked.

Blackthorn rolled her eyes.

"They won't."

"But I can't hunt!" he whined, "Everyone knows it. They'll find out you helped, and then they'll exile us, and we'll have to find a new home. During winter! And-"

Blackthorn turned on her heel, grabbing Apple's shoulders roughly. He squeaked, dropping the loop of twine from his hands which disappeared into the tangle of bare tree branches below.

"Look. This is your first time bringing food back. You're nervous. I get it," she squeezed his shoulders, "But just because you've never caught anything before doesn't mean you can't. You're going to do fine. Nobody's going to be exiled."

He shut up in response to that, but pouted like he had more to say. She raised an eyebrow expectantly, and he squirmed under her gaze. Finally, he looked away from her and spoke.

"If you really think I can do it, then why are you doing this for me? It's not allowed. Why risk yourself if it's not because you think I'll fail?"

She winced at the question, knowing in her heart that it was true. He hadn't done well in most of their training up to this point, and being sent to catch his first prey in the colder months was almost the same as the hive telling him to go find a nice hole to die in.

She sighed and released his shoulders with a soft pat.

"I meant what I said. I don't think you'll be a bad hunter," she glanced up at the pale grey sky, black branches contrasting harshly against it.

"But autumn is a tough season to be sent on your first hunt. I...told them it was unfair, Mother didn't listen. She's been..."

She shrugged, shaking her head.

"I don't know. Mother's been Mother. She'll brighten up around springtime, and then there will be plenty for you to catch on your own. Just think of this as me giving you a little extra time."

Apple nodded, looking unconvinced, so Blackthorn tried a smile. She wasn't good at seeming enthusiastic, but Apple was someone who responded to the feelings of others. At ease when they were at ease, tense when they were tense. And Blackthorn was always tense. Even Hemlock, her ever dour mentor, had told her she needed to relax.

"Besides," she continued as brightly as possible, "I won't technically be killing anything for you, I'll just be trapping it."

That finally earned her a smile in return, and he nodded a little more enthusiastically. Good. He needed the confidence.

When she buzzed from the branch he followed quickly, not dragging his heels as he usually did. They flew from tree to tree, ducking from the sight of birds and sticking close to the trunks.

With the night quickly fading away they were becoming more and more at risk, and though a fight against a predator had never worried Blackthorn, she wasn't so sure about Apple.

He wasn't like her, with her spines and claws and sharp teeth. He was the spitting image of the aunt that had birthed him; bright olive skin and soft, silvery wings not fit for exhaustive flying. But even Aunt Hazel was large and strong. Apple was young and clumsy, and he was also going to be spending far more time outside of the hive than Hazel which put him at higher risk than her.

"Is it far?"

His question brought her out of her thoughts. She looked over her shoulder, noting how he was sticking close to her like a shadow. That was probably for the best.

"It's just down here," She fluttered down to the forest floor next to a dry thorn bush, her weight cracking the thin crust of frost that had formed on the leaf litter.

She waited until Apple had safely made it down before she pulled back the branches of the bush, revealing a small space wherein two Pixies could lie in wait quite comfortably. Her snare equipment was here too. Nothing too complicated; just enough to catch something like a mouse or a small bird. A believable first kill for someone like Apple.

"You wait there," she indicated to a smooth stone in the centre, gathering her tools into her arms, "I'll set this up and we'll wait until something gets snared, then you finish it off. Don't come out until I give the all-clear, understand?"

He nodded, though his antenna drooped a little in disappointment, and sat himself down on the stone. Despite his timidness she could tell there was an air of anticipation about him. The transition into a role in the hive was an important one; it solidified his right to live there, paying back the debt of his raising by the Aunts and other hive-mates.

She couldn't blame him for feeling guilty that he wasn't doing this by himself. But once he came back with an acceptable kill everything would be easier for them both; No more risk of exile for him, and no more worrying about his fate for her. He could earn his keep legitimately another time, when the weather was warm and prey was abundant.

----

It took her about an hour to set up and find bait for the snare. With all the animals already stocking away what they needed for the winter, it was remarkably difficult to find any food that wasn't too mouldy or small to be worth any creature's time.

Eventually she came away from her search with a handful of chestnuts, trying her best not to think too hard about her own empty stomach. Breakfast could come after helping Apple.

With the trap readied she returned to the bush, where Apple was sat with his chin in his hand, absently scratching random shapes into the dirt with a twig.

He looked up when she came in, immediately panicking a little and scuffing out the doodles with his foot. He straightened his posture, trying to look serious.

"Uhm, welcome back. Is it all set?"

"Mhm, now it's just a matter of time," she sat herself down, pulling her own flint knife from its sheath and beginning to sharpen its edge quietly.

Apple watched her with interest for a little while, but quickly grew bored when he realised she wasn't going to be making conversation. He picked himself up from the rock and went to peek through the thorn bush at the trap in the clearing, flickering his wings irritatedly.

"Are you sure we're not meant to be doing something? We really just sit here?"

Blackthorn lifted her knife to the light, inspecting her handiwork.

"Yep," she placed it in her sheath and smiled, amused at how little he had changed in all this time. Other than being a little taller, he was just the same as that impatient, adventurous hatchling she had been assigned to train so long ago.

"Just sit back down and make sure your knife is sharp. You'll need to use it soon."

When he didn't move from his spot she huffed with annoyance and went to get up, but then all of a sudden he was pushing his way through into the open and she had to scramble to catch up.

"What are you doing?" She hissed after him, as he marched confidently into the clearing. Knifeless. Camoflagueless. Defenceless.

He was going to be the death of her, she swore it.

"I'm just checking it!" He called over his shoulder with a smile, "It'll only take a second!"

"There's nothing in it," she swept her arms in a wide gesture towards the snare, "You can see that from here!"

"Yeah, but...I don't know. Maybe you got the wrong bait or something? I just wanna look at--"

Snap.

The noise permeated the silence like a thunderclap, and was followed by more snapping of twigs and branches as something large moved through the woods towards them.

Blackthorn's eyes shot to Apple, who had frozen mid way between her and the snare, staring at the approaching shape in a state of shocked paralysis.

She willed her body to move, but her feet remained rooted to the spot for a second too long. The shape broke the treeline, and in an instant a fresh chill ran through her blood.

---

Blackthorn had heard many stories of humans. She had even seen a few from a distance.

None of it had prepared her to see one up close. They were much like Pixies superficially, but with just enough differences to hit an unsettling nerve. This one was wearing something on its head with a kind of shelf over its eyes, casting them in ominous shadow.

Most scary of all however was the sheer size of it. It towered over all the shorter shrubbery and plant life, crushing the frozen leaves and empty seed casings with each of its thunderous footsteps. It was a wonder to her how it had even managed to sneak up on them in the first place. In the back of her panicked mind Blackthorn cursed herself for being too focused on Apple's stupidity to actually listen for approaching dangers.

"Th-Thorn-"

Apple's voice snapped her out of it. His terrified face was now turned to her, ears flat and antenna flared with worry. He was right in the human's path; if he moved now it would certainly see him.

With a shaking hand she pressed a finger to her lips and slowly crouched low to the ground, glancing up quickly to the human. It didn't seem to have spotted them yet, but its gaze could turn downwards at any second.

She looked back to Apple, who had copied her stance but still stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the dark brown leaf litter. He had no chance. He would be seen.

Another heavy footfall made her flinch as the human stepped fully into the clearing, blinking its brown eyes against the rays of sunshine that were filtering through the sparse tree canopy

Blackthorn took a breath, trying to concentrate. She could feel her magic bubbling through her veins to her fingertips, like pins and needles.

In a last ditch effort she threw her hand out, casting a glamour over Apple just as it looked down. In an instant all the background noise of the forest seemed to bleed away into nothing as it stared directly at Apple.

Then it began to crouch, and for a terrifying moment Blackthorn thought that she had somehow messed up her spell and left her brother exposed to the view of this giant.

Its fingers moved towards him, and the olive green colour of Apple's skin changed to a sickly pale colour as the shadow cast over him. He squeezed his eyes shut, hands balled into little fists at his sides. Blackthorn reached for her knife instinctively, although part of her knew it was hopeless. He was done for.

Then, by some miracle, the human's hand passed over him, ignoring his presence as if he were nothing but another piece of debris.

Blackthorn could practically feel the wound spring of tension in her core loosen. But nonetheless she slowly drew her knife, not daring to even blink as she watched the human's hands carefully. One wrong move and she would jump to Apple's defence, not caring that it would certainly get her killed as well.

But instead it poked at the snare she had set up, humming curiously to itself.

In her effort to disguise Apple she had totally forgotten about that thing. Perhaps she had assumed the human wouldn't even notice an unnatural assortment of twine and sticks so far below it on the ground, but this one seemed to have an eye for detail.

It tilted its head and tugged gently on the stick that was driven deepest into the ground.

Apple began to curl himself into a little shaking ball. He had opened his eyes again (a mistake, for sure) and was now uncomfortably aware of how close he was to the looming form of the human.

Blackthorn wished desperately that she could offer him some comfort, and more importantly instruct him to stay still, lest the human's curiosity transfer to the strangely moving leaf below it.

Luckily it seemed to be preoccupied with the snare, uprooting all her hard work with ease as it stood back up to its full height. Blackthorn's heart sank as she watched her carefully constructed trap crumble to bits in its hands, and just as quickly as it had pulled it up to get a better look, the human discarded the remains with a dismissive shrug of its shoulders.

Then it moved forward, heavy boots mercifully missing Apple by a few inches as it stomped back into the undergrowth. Blackthorn released a breath she hadn't realised she'd been holding as she watched it go; Neither her nor Apple dared to make a move until they couldn't hear the movements of the human any longer.

Even then, Blackthorn waited until the silence gave way to birdsong and the skittering of small creatures in the brush before she left her spot. She flitted across the ground in a blink of an eye, dropping her knife down beside her as she knelt in the dirt over Apple.

As soon as she was near him he unleashed a terrified wail and threw his arms around her, immediately sobbing so hard that his whole body shook. He cried incoherently about how scary it had been, and how he was sure it saw him, or was going to crush him without even knowing.

Her mind felt numb and fuzzy, and so she could only hug him back and hush him gently in response.

Ahead of her she could see the broken snare, now indistinguishable from the other bits and pieces on the forest floor. Something about it sparked a flame of anger in her chest, the sharp spines along her skin beginning to bristle the more her dark thoughts fed it.

That stupid, oafish thing. Stomping around like it owned the place. Destroying her handiwork. Scaring her brother. Ruining their chances at a successful hunt.

And its presence only meant that there would be more. Humans were a social kind, or so she had heard. Where there was one, more would soon follow and chip away at territories until entire hives were forced to flee and find new homes.

Blackthorn thought of her own hive, and realised with a cold dread how many would be left behind in such a situation. She would be considered strong enough to go, but Apple... Not to mention all the little hatchlings too small to fly.

She narrowed her eyes at the darkness the human had disappeared into. She couldn't let that happen. Something had to be done to drive it off. Somebody had to take drastic action before more arrived and made their nests here.

"Apple," she said firmly, peeling away her brother who had gone from sobbing to merely sniffling weakly into her shoulder.

His face was puffy and tear stained, and when he looked up at her he seemed to flinch away just a little, caught off guard by the fierceness of her expression.

Despite his fear she didn't bother to put on a fake smile for him. Anyone could see from the way her spines bristled and her tough wings rattled against her back that she was angry.

"Y-Yes..?" He choked out, watching her warily but not yet wanting to step away from the embrace.

She looked at him seriously, hoping her scowl would be enough to keep him from arguing with her.

"You need to go back to the hive. Right now."

Not arguging seemed too much to wish for, as his face immediately went pallid with terror and his fingers clutched her arms even more tightly.

"No- Please! D-Don't leave! Don't make me go alone!" his face crumpled, and more tears welled in his eyes.

"I-I don't know what to do. I don't know how to hide like you--It'll see me and I'll lead it back to ever--everyone else-"

She shook her head and wrenched herself free from him. It hurt her to see him so afraid and desperate for comfort, but she couldn't afford to be soft on him now. Not when such a tangible danger loomed on the horizon.

"Don't be a child, Apple," she snapped, "It's headed away from us, you won't cross paths with it again if you go right home. I'm sure even you can manage that."

Her cruel words had hurt him, she could tell. His antenna lay flat against his head and he seemed ready to start sobbing again, but he didn't move away, only wringing his hands and fluttering his wings anxiously.

"But--But I don't have anything," he protested further, "They won't let me in."

Blackthorn wanted to yell at him. Tell him he was an idiot, and that if he was going to cry over every big predator he met then he really wasn't fit to be a hunter. Anything to get him to fly home quickly without her, but her resolve was slipping.

It had always been her weakness. She had all the skills of her seniors at the hive, but she lacked that coldness that granted them such clarity of mind. She wanted nothing more but to hold Apple's hand all the way back to the hive. Yet she knew that would only seal both their exiles.

Hemlock had already been suspicious when she had told him she was going hunting on the same day Apple was having his trial, but he could perhaps be convinced if they arrived separately. Getting back at the same time with the same story about a human in the territory was more than enough to prove she had interfered. And she wasn't going to return home first and risk leaving Apple outside by himself long enough to gather a mock search party--if Mother even agreed to send one at all.

No, it would have to be him. She could handle herself just fine out here.

"Tell them you saw a human," she answered finally, shoulders slumping as her tone softened, "Don't say that it spotted you, just that you saw one in the distance. That's more than enough reason to head straight back home. They can't blame you for following the rules."

Apple sniffled, shaking his head.

"But what about you..?"

"I'll be fine," she assured, "I'll follow it to make sure it doesn't start heading for the hive, and then I'll come back around sunset. That way it won't seem like we went hunting together."

That was merely a comforting lie. Blackthorn had no real sense of knowing when or if she would be back, but she couldn't dwell on how this might be their last conversation. It would be best to keep it short, and let her brother believe everything would work out alright.

Besides, the anger in her chest was only growing with each second. She had to do this. Even if she couldn't get the human to leave, she was going to make sure it never wanted to go anywhere near her kind again.

"Go," she took another step back, wings unfolding behind her, "Stick close to the trees and the shadows like I taught you, alright?"

Apple moved forward, as if to stop her, but she was much faster than he had ever been and fluttered out of his reach easily.

"Thorn, wait--"

"I'm serious, Apple. Go home. We can hunt together another time, just--let me handle this."

He shut his mouth, retracting his hand with a small, solemn nod. He walked slowly to the base of the tree that they had been hiding beside only to linger there for a moment longer. He gave a final glance over his shoulder at her like he was hoping she would change her mind at the last minute, but she simply crossed her arms at him.

"Don't fly too recklessly, and look out for spider webs," was all she said.

His whole body slumped dejectedly as he turned away from her, defeated. Then, in a flash of his silvery wings he was lost to the remaining shadows of the forest.

Blackthorn took a beat to be impressed by how his stealth had improved. When the vivid plants of spring and summer bloomed again, she was sure he would master the art.

"Right," she looked away, pushing Apple from her mind. From her vantage point on the ground she could more clearly see the path of destruction the human had waged on the poor withering shrubbery.

It seemed that something so big was incapable of moving gently, which made it all the more alarming that she hadn't noticed its approach the first time. She would have to be careful, stay out of its line of sight.

Crucially, she would have to know if it had a nest nearby. Some humans seemed to travel far beyond their territories for seemingly no reason, but if it was living here then she had to be sure it wasn't living with others. The idea of facing multiple humans was daunting indeed, so she would need all the information she could gather to act effectively.

She took a deep breath and squared her shoulders. Now that she was alone it was easier to slip into her instincts as a hunter, and this was to be her biggest quarry yet. But she was practised, and patient, and armed with the element of surprise.

In a strange sort of way, the idea of doing something so dangerous was a little thrilling. So much so that she couldn't keep a small, vicious smile from crossing her lips as she flew up to the tree canopy and began to tail the human's tracks.

[roseunspindle]

Half-Fae Urchin

[five-moreminutes-pls]

I literally want to make my umbrella academy tiktoks so bad and yet here I am making a fairytale princess for dnd 😀

Very subject to change LOL

[lesbiansaaviik]

Can I be beautifully honest with you guys? I hate 91 Whiskey and So Says the Sword

[rosecreates]

Consider this my finalized "List of My Tavs" because I've made one for pretty much every class I'm interested in playing at this point (having made 3 more since my previous post about the Tavs I have and including Sylve this time because I love her, even if her playthrough has been completed) and I think they're all a very lovely various bunch of ladies.

From left to right, top to bottom...

Sylve: High Half-Elf / Ranger - Beast Tamer

Raven: Lolth-Sworn Drow / Bard - College of Swords

Nimue: High Elf / Sorcerer - Draconic Bloodline (White)

Ez'ria: Githyanki / Warlock - The Great Old One

Bea: Half-Drow / Wizard - School of Necromancy

Lusine: Mephistopheles Tiefling / Paladin - Oath of Devotion / Deity - Selune

Fortuna: Fairy [Modded Race] / Bard - College of Lore / Deity - Tymora

Elrayne: Seldarine Drow / Cleric - Light Domain / Deity - Eilistraee

Lorona: Levistus Tiefling [Modded Subrace] / Rogue - Thief

Acantha: Seldarine Drow / Ranger - Gloomstalker

Helene: High Elf / Druid - Circle of the Moon / Deity - Silvanus

(Not bothering to specify romances this time only because several are undecided and several are just Astarion because this white-haired vampire has me in chokehold but Elrayne and Karlach are super cute I'll say)

Edit: I changed Helene's image because my intention for her is "Moon/Nature Witch" in terms of appearance, and well, the new outfit I've given her fits better.