#spider fae

[spookyscarycreepydollgirl]

He groans in pleasure as he feels her soul beginning to struggle against his. He can taste all the parts of her he admires as though they are spread out across his tongue. As her physical body weakens inside his belly, her soul opens up to him, helpless and trapped on all sides by a stomach made to keep more than flesh.

“Oh Ida, you are every bit as beautiful as I knew you would be” He cooed, hunger and adoration intertwined.

Can she feel how beautiful she is to him? Or does his hunger overshadow that part of him even now? When all walls and secrets between them should be dissolving? He hopes not, he hopes his admiration sears her soul as deeply as his stomach acids sear her flesh. He hopes she drowns in his adoration, that she softens in his gratitude, that she is undone by his regard.

Her soul seems to recoil at the very idea that he feels so strongly. It is not that she does not desire him or recognise him. But rather, that she is afraid, afraid that his love will disappear if he sees any more of her, if he sinks his fangs too deeply into what makes her, Ida. She thinks he will reject her, that he will spit her out. She underestimates the depth of his hunger, the depth of his love. Even after he has licked clean every scrap of her, he is confident, he will never stop wanting more.

She cries out and whines as his stomach tightens, were she anyone else, it might have been simple fear, but here and now he senses that she is overwhelmed by the feelings inside him. She wants to be corrupted and overtaken, to drown in him and succumb to his twisted ravenous affection. She has never felt more loved and that truly scares her. She does not believe she deserves him.

Which is ridiculous, when it is he who does not deserve her. He is a monster, a predator, a hopeless glutton, who is at this very moment digesting the one person he values most in all the world. If she wants him as much as he wants her, who is he to deny her? To reject or abandon her? He is nothing but a simple minded spider, a gaping void of hunger that can never truly be fulfilled. If Ida wants him, all of him, then she has but to ask and he will lavish her in affection until she forgets where his love ends and she begins.

[markmaker36-art]

I thought @nimauradrawsthings's Pastel Spider was really cute, so I drew her and Spider Fae hanging out! I wonder what sort of conversation they're having?

(Bases used are by @/__doodles_i_guess__ and @/mellon_soup on TikTok!)

[opheliacrainbow]

Don’t you know it’s dangerous to go out after dark, love. You could get eaten! 🐉

[ghouljams]

I KNOW WHAT THAT „Ov-„ IN THE TAGS MEAN

GHOUL

GHOUL PLEEEAAASSSEEEE 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

Yeah 4 asks is enough to pressure me into being a freak, but y'all should not be encouraging my depravity. The shame I feel, so I'm keeping this tamer than- no actually I'm gonna be a freak about this. Once again I am not going to heaven.

You're filled with hot, viscous, come as you orgasm on Threat's cock. The warmth of it seeps into you, tingles through your muscles, and makes your head spin. Your eyes roll, your back arches, you feel like you've been pushed to the edge again with no idea how you got there.

Threat sighs over you, their head dropping against their chest as they rock their hard cock into your pussy. They're muttering something, mumbling to themselves like they didn't just come in you. Their cock twitches, and they give a hard jerking thrust into you, bumping that aching soft spot deep inside you. There's a sharp tight feeling, something giving way to them, and you whimper, clawing at their shoulders for purchase as they keep pushing into you. You're just starting to blink the tears out of your eyes when their hand settles around your throat, their claws tearing into the sheets under you. They give a testing thrust and you grab their wrist.

Their cock drags against something entirely alien to you, hot and painful but somehow numb and tingling. You feel something thick against your entrance when they pull back, never leaving you clenching cunt. It bumps against you, stretching your hole, just a little more with each grind of Threat's cock. You try to breathe through it but that strange aching warmth won't let you do more than gasp. The bump pops into your pussy and you almost come right there, feeling it nestle against your g-spot and just press, press, press. The tightness of it zips through you, twisting the knot in your stomach as you feel it moving against your gummy walls.

You moan and Threat chuckles over you, grinds their cock against you again so you feel a second bump nudging your entrance. You whine, you can't get your brain to spark with anything but pleasure. You don't know what's happening, don't know if you want to, but you know you want more of it. Threat's teeth are sharp and dripping when you look up at them, their tongue darts out to drag along their lip before they smile, cooing down at you, "Feel good?" You nod, pout when their grip on your neck tightens, as if you'd go anywhere. "Eggs slut," They lean closer, lick their tongue against yours as you pant, feeling the next bump pop inside, "you're always begging us to breed you, so I'm going to fill you full."

Eggs. Your breath hitches, your cunt already stretched around two of them with a third attempting to make room for itself. Threat hums, pityingly, as your brows draw together, your cunt clenching around the eggs the seem perfectly suited to rub against every sensitive nook in your pussy. You jolt as the first one presses against that stinging, achy, spot, and you feel more come release into you, making your stomach tingle before a soft weight settles in you. You can't help the moan that slips past your lips, the soft succor of panic drowned by pleasure. Eggs, plural. The understanding alone makes you come, the egg already settled in your womb just adds to the shaking desperation of it.

Threat holds you down with a firm hand on your neck, hooks their other arm under your knee and holds it up to thrust into you, forcing the third egg in alongside its sibling. Christ. You sob, shivering and shaking with each roll of it against your sweet spot. There's no need to tug on your tethers to make you ride out your orgasm a second time, not with the way Threat's eggs drag against your poor cunt.

You get through two more squirting orgasms on four more eggs, each one sliding into your abused cunt easier than the last. You shudder at each added weight in your stomach. It's not much, but it's noticeable, and your stomach clenches, your cunt fluttering with excitement at each one added to the clutch. Fuck, you- shit- your eyes roll back as the last one slips into you with another burst of that warm fluid. Goosebumps rush over your skin, and Threat's hand leaves your throat to tease their claws against your clit.

You swallow, your hips bucking to follow the rub of their fingers as the claws melt into something a little softer. You tilt your head forwards to look at yourself. Your stomach is bigger, not by much, but enough for you to notice. You can almost feel your partner smiling over you, they're certainly quick to pull you up to settle on your knees, the shift in your posture also shifting the eggs cradled inside you. You moan at the feeling, your breath hitching as you look at your full tummy.

"Look at that," Threat's hand rubs over your stomach, "they'll feel even better coming out, granted we keep Soap away from you." You meet their gaze with a look of confusion, and their smile turns mirthful. "Wouldn't want him to fertilize the clutch, and keep us from doing this again, would we?"

[the-kr8tor]

The Fall

Pairing: fae! Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Word count: 18.8k

Synopsis: You've never thought taking a house sitting job would land you somewhere a human shouldn't be in.

Tags: Fae! Hobie, Fem! Reader, no specific physical description of the reader, TW blood, CW injury, horror elements, TW gore, Fae AU, specific warnings will be added to every part.

A/N: This fic contains dark themes, reader discretion is advised.

*I don't consent to having my work translated published on other platforms and copy pasted on any Ai software*

*all pictures are sourced from pinterest*

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Part I - Mudwood Manor.

Part II - He Beckons.

Part III - Scarlet Leaves

Ending I - (???)

Ending II - (???)

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[rexlroze]

Character: Fae! Hobie

Farie/Fae AU — 11hrs 24mins

I'd like a piece of his wood. :3

I think I honestly rushed this during the shade etc, I have some criticism about it but overall; I like it, and proud of it. I mean it's all about improving and practicing until you excel at it so yeah.

Rose thorns for piercings, ruined clothes he stole. I completely forgot about the leaf styled cape until i was done with the normal cape style then I turned too lazy to remake it so eh, we're just gonna turn hc that R made the silky ahh cape for him.

This piece was definitely leaning more towards my creativity which eh, yeah. I tried🙂

@the-kr8tor Are you happy with your half-grooted Hobie? Srsly tho, Hope ya like it. I srsly haven't seen any Fae! Hobie art so yeah. The idea had been brewing for a while but I got a little nudge to make it by @hobieszeze !! Thanks for the lovely motivation you got me for drawing this — I might work on what we talked about but dunno😵‍💫 (Sorry to disappoint)

'nyways, peace✌ I have served.

[hanafubukki]

Hey Hana!

Its me the anon from those accountant asks. Can I just say this guy needs to be a canon character immediately?!!! I dont need these other guys this spooder is all I need. Also the image of him in spider form swinging around looking at multiple papers is funny lmao. Hes your friendly castle spider-accountant! Oo also can I be spooder anon??

[Masterlist]

Hello Spooder Anon🌺🌻💚,

Yes! Of course you can be Spooder Anon ☺️💞💞

I’m happy to hear that you like the accountant fae. He has such a avid fan 💞☺️💚 I think he would be such a funny and relatable addition into the story 🤣🤣

I love to think that when he tries to escape, he just…attaches himself to the ceiling and hopes no one sees him 😂 , unfortunately for him though, he has other people who hangs upside down too; mainly Lilia. 🤣🤣

For you my dear Spooder Anon, I give you this:

“I can’t with these rich people.”

You were startled when you heard the same exact sentiment echo right next to you.

You turn around and saw a fae looking as surprised as you.

“Greetings,” the fae bow to you.

You offer your hand and shook his, “Nice to meet you, I’m YN.”

The fae introduced himself to you.

“I didn’t expect anyone to share my sentiments about…well,” You gesture to the room.

Only for you to be stunned as the fae went ahead and started rambling about how expensive it is to hold these balls, and not only that but the cost for food and decorations.

Let alone how perfect everything has to be, and it wasn’t easy appeasing Queen Meleanor.

Poor guy was clearly stressed, you guessed he must have been the castle’s accountant.

“I’m sorry!”

“You should have thought of that before you mentioned a Bog of Stench to the Queen.”

“On the bright side, you will have less snooty Senators to deal with.”

You smiled at him as he sighed.

“Fine. You’re right. Now shoo shoo before I have to deal with your husbands.”

“They aren’t that bad!”

“The General looked ready to throttle me and your Knight gave me a look that was much worse. I don’t know how it was even more unpleasant than the General’s, but it seemed like he was disappointed in me. Which made me more uncomfortable!”

You laughed as the accountant flopped onto his table in despair.

“I’m back!

“No! Not my balanced sheets!”

“Hey!”

“Why are you under the table?”

“To escape this misery.”

“It can’t be that bad.”

“It’s worse! Who spends so much on a raffle!”

You didn’t disagree there.

“I brought you chocolates? Levan also passed along this expensive looking wine.”

“Can you tell your family to stop with their extravagant spending? That would be a better bribe.”

“…I can try, but no promises.”

Poor Spider accountant fae 😂😂

I guess I should make a name for him now huh 🤔, I have such a difficult time with names 🤣, maybe I should just call him Peter the spider fae 😆😆

I have a funny scenario where YN once mentioned how she didn’t like spiders before because they are venomous and she hated getting bitten by them.

Only for the spider accountant to start rambling how not all spiders are venomous and that applies to the spider fae as well, and it was basically a Malleus level lecturing 😆🤣

[chernabogs]

Erlkönig Chapter 3: Nails in Pockets

Inc: MC, Malleus mention (jumpscare), Grim, a very nasty little rabbit, one trooping fae, and a spider that needs to be exterminated. WC: 7.2k Warnings: Distortion of reality, blood, manipulation, some violence. Summary: An unwilling venture into the Otherworld sets the foundations for an encounter with a familiar face.

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It had been foolish to associate Malleus, Lilia, and Sebek with any of the fae from your world. They could never reach the level of foulness and vitriol that Síoda and the Erlkönig’s court possess. For god’s sake, Malleus looked nearly in tears apologising to you on your porch—the fae from your world would rather draw out their guts by hand then apologise. 

“... Henchman?” A drowsy and confused voice causes both of you to snap your heads towards the kitchen doorway. Your gaze goes down, down, down... until it lands on the familiar grey figure that should have been still sleeping on your bed upstairs. You can see the faint apparitions of Jasper and the other ghosts floating a few feet away.

Grim looks between you and Síoda for a moment, and then at the way Síoda is gripping your wrist, as the confusion begins to clear from his eyes. His tail twitches and you see the flames in his ears burn brighter as his fur begins to bristle.

"Just who d’you think you are, comin’ in here an’ manhandling my henchman in my home?” he growls, the familiar child-like attitude of his shining through. You know he’s about to blow flames at Síoda—and you also know that such an act will end in nothing good for either of you.

[sewercentipede]

digital_sacrifice

[witchofthesouls]

Based on the last ask, a really fucked up way for the Autobots to find out about the Others is a divergence on the Crisscross episode.

June wants to find out how the hell did they find them, so pretends to remain unconscious. Easy with her experience.

Under the cocoon of steelsilk, she carefully and slowly transforms her body, ensuring to keep her human face and human clothes. The night is a boon to her, she pulls on all the shadows, working her way to cut herself free.

With her powerful hearing, she listens to the exchange between her son, his companion, and their captors. Collecting all tidbits of information about them as she listens to their plans to betray one another.

She waits for Airachnid to perch above her, secured in her own victory, reveling in her own cruel, sadistic pleasure to force a child to choose their parent's demise.

That doesn't come to pass.

June bursts apart. A howling screech disorients and warps the entire area as shadows consume everything. A massive clawed hand reaches out to snatch away Airachid as June shatters the illusion of trapped prey.

No. She's a spider-eating bird, and June has one thing on her mind as she tilts her head where Airachnid attempted to flee:

Hunt.

[spookyscarycreepydollgirl]

Bastion has two modes when it comes to Ida, one is the unabashed lovesick predator mode, where the mask falls off and it’s obvious this is a being who is hunger and very little else. A being that wants nothing more than to devour the one he loves and let his stomach show her how much she is adored. But there’s also that part of him that tries to get the most out of the fact the rules of the Manor restrict how much of him can be shown. The part of him that regrets that he can’t actually be human and is ashamed he can’t be truly good or healthy for the one he loves. They’re the same person, Bastion definitely wants to devour Ida. But he’s still acutely aware that she deserves better. Ida disagrees, not because she has self-esteem issues (though she does) but because as predatory and inhuman as Bastion is, she loves him and feels safe emotionally with him. And for someone who’s never felt any sort of safe, emotional safety feels like it’s enough. I’m not saying she’s right about that. Their relationship is not meant to be objectively healthy, but it is meant to be sincere.

[banesberry-anomoly]

I FINISHED MY DEALER DESIGN

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One with just the relief filter, one thats just the flats so you can see everything properly, and nightmare mode (the main one from above but with a black background)

[ghouljams]

Do fae’s purr? Is it something they can do? I’m a sucker for big monsters that purr. If not purr do they growl? Or better yet BOTH????

The fae in my au absolutely purr and growl! They make all sorts of noises that humans don't to different degrees. König especially is very noisy, initially he was supposed to click and chitter like a bat when he was curious about something, but I couldn't find the right words to describe it so he hasn't done it yet.

Ghost absolutely makes a lot of angry noises: growls, snarls, a good throaty rrrrrrr. But he has to put a little work into purring because he's not used to it. It probably sounds similar to how humans "purr" sort of low in the back of his throat.

König is much more animalistic and uses noise to express himself first before speaking. I think of him like an overgrown cat: chuffing, proper purring, growling, he could probably do a good little chirrup if he was particularly happy with something. All deep in his chest, good rumbly sounds the Liebling likes the lay her head on and listen to.

Soap doesn't make as much noise. Definitely still has a good growl, but I think he's just more comfortable with speaking. He also is supposed to click, but it's more of a danger/warning sound, a little more insect than bat. He kinda freaks Liebling out.

Gaz is in the same boat as Soap. More reliant on his words, but he chuffs like a big cat too. He and Soap have similar hunting styles so they have similar vocal tricks. I think he is out of practice purring because he hasn't been too attached to his previous darlings. But once he finds the One he's a purring machine.

Bonus: Love starts purring when she settles in to being fae touched and it freaks Liebling out the first time it happens. Liebling growls and König on accident and gets fucked within an inch of her life.

Price does not click but he does everything else. He spends a lot of time around the fae and in the fae wild so he's used to making noise. That said he's only gonna growl once before he bites. Another big cat exhale purr-er unlike König's sustained purr, this is a calming sound mainly, for putting the 141 boys back in order.

[the-kr8tor]

Mudwood Manor

Pairing: Fae! Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Word count: 3.1k

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, CW food mention, TW Blood, CW injury.

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You lay awake alone on the plush mattress that's not your own. Morning light filtering through the curtains, shining warmth right on your cheek. Your hand roaming around the soft fur of the blanket as the clock ticks slowly to eight. Eyes above the detailed swirling patterns on the bed's canopy, mind drifting back to the home you've left just a few days ago.

Tick.

Taking the ad for this house-sitting gig went better than you thought it would be. Thinking the house you would be watching over will just be a regular house in an urban subdivision. Not an estate full of ancient history situated in the middle of nowhere with only an elderly dog as a companion.

Tock.

At least it's better than your dead end job that makes you feel your soul is getting sucked with every hour you stay on the eighties musky carpeted floors, tapping away your entire life on the grainy screen of the corporate issued computer. The pay's good, better than what you were getting before anyway, even though it's only five months of house sitting it's way above your salary grade. You thank whatever entity out there that blew over the newspaper that literally landed on your lap while waiting for the bus stop, the 'help wanted' page open and glaring right at you. You only wish the job's longer though.

Tick.

The house being nice is an understatement, all oak and narra floors, fixtures and furniture made of the same wood. No sign of modernity in the entire estate. Even the kitchen is in an old style, well except for the coffee maker and microwave. Every hall and wall is covered in oil paintings, portraits of people dressed in old garb keep watch of your every move. The house creaks and shrieks during the late hours of the cold autumn night, always prompting you to keep your eyes tightly closed in an attempt to tamp down your curiosity.

Tock.

It's secluded enough that the air here feels crisp and cleaner than in the city. Trees whisper in the wind, moss clinging to its trunks. You suspect the house is as old as the woods that surround it. With vines curled and looped around the house's exterior and curved stained glass windows decorate its walls. Mudwood Manor they call it for every time it rains, mud gathers around the estate, threatening to swallow you like quick sand.

Chime!

The old grandfather clock's hand reaches eight, the sound echoes around the large room you've settled in. With an exhale, you reluctantly sit up, feet cold from the icy floor. Yawning, you wipe the sleep off your face, bones crying out in protest.

Lumbering your way through the usual morning routine, you change out of your pajamas even though no one else would see you in it, you still wear your usual day clothes, always feeling like you have to dress appropriately in this opulent house. If jeans and a jumper is considered appropriate in the massive estate.

The bathroom is no different than the rest of the house. With the large stark white bathtub in the middle of its tiled floors, twin sinks covered in dark marble, golden faucets squeak open as you turn the knob to brush your teeth. The entire bathroom is as big as your flat back in the city, you scoff at the extravagance of it all.

You like to think the owner of the place fits well with the manor, as eccentric and elegant as their home– all pearls and gold rings, silk and cashmere on their body. But alas you've never met him or them personally, only talking details on the telephone, his gruff voice vibrating against the receiver. They leave the key under the large mat after you've driven three hours to get there. The only clue you have of them actually existing is the instructions they've left you. The note now pinned on the fridge stocked full of food that could last you the entire five months, not to mention the large pantry that could feed an entire village.

You've got everything you'll ever need to survive five months alone. The thought scares you for a bit, but with the silence, fresh air and an entire library of books that you've never thought you could read in your lifetime, the loneliness isn't all bad, the place calms you down; if not for the bouts of sadness, you could see this place as your home for the time being.

The old border collie waits for you in the kitchen, mismatched eyes staring at your form, her tongue lolling on the side, greeting you with what you see as a smile.

"Morning, old Nellie" you greet back with a quick pet on her fluffy head, taking the time to scratch behind her ears. She wags her tail happily, while her eyes are closed in content. You've decided to talk from time to time so that you don't lose your voice, which Nellie appreciates the chatter.

You feed Nellie her breakfast first before fixing one yourself. She eats it in glee. The instructions written in neat cursive jumps at you every morning before opening the fridge.

You can't help but read it again.

1. Do not let anyone in.

You thought that was reasonable enough, it's not your place to invite people in here anyway.

2. Do not wipe the salt line on the doors and windows.

Now that's weird, you've always thought, but to each their own. The salt probably helps with keeping out the smell or rodents. Right?

3. The house is old, the sounds at night are from the metal pipes and scaffolding. Nothing to worry about.

Creepy, it's not like the place needs an extra creep factor added in it.

4. Feed Nellie three times a day without fail. Take her on walks around the estate every morning and before the sun sets.

That's alright, taking care of pets was part of the deal anyway. And it doesn't hurt that Nellie's a good dog to hang around with.

5. Do not in any circumstance go to the woods.

6. Wear the necklace at all times.

Your eyes drift over to the simple circular metal necklace sitting on the counter top, scoffing, you chose not to wear it just because an eccentric millionaire tells you to.

7. Only eat and drink the food I have provided.

You don't think you want to meet the owners now with how creepy they are just based on his instructions. Possessive much?

8. Be wary.

A shiver runs down your spine by just reading those two words.

You shake it off, opening the fridge, nothing piques

your interest this morning. Huffing, you have a hankering for fresh bread, alas you've eaten the last loaf yesterday. The strawberry jam inside the fridge mocks you. You recall on your drive to the manor you've passed by a small village, you're sure the place has a bakery or even a café in it. You crave a different scenery, and to use your voice other than for talking to Nellie.

Turning around, you put your hands on your hips, smiling at your companion who licks at the last bit of food in her bowl.

"What do you say for a stroll, Nellie?" She tilts her head in question, ears perking up, tail wagging excitedly.

—

You've never felt more isolated from civilization while walking towards the village, no houses run along the bumpy road, just miles and miles of trees with its aging wood, wild violets swaying around its trunks. The tall grass makes it hard to see the path. Mist blanketing and moistening the soil.

The walk was a lot longer than you thought it would be, now you're absolutely starving after walking for almost an hour. Nellie wasn't complaining though, for an older dog she seems to have so much energy in her. The village has clearly seen history, with its cobblestone streets, iron lampposts and ancient bricks. The fog thickens, blanketing the roofs of the village like marshmallow fluff.

You tie her leash around a lamp post, petting her fluffy head, you instruct her to sit and stay. She obliges, staring happily at you through her blue and brown eyes.

"Good girl, I'll be back in a flash" you make a mental note of buying her a treat for being such a good sport while you drag her from the manor.

Entering the shop, the bells chime signaling your arrival. Freshly baked bread wafts your senses as various meat is on display over at the counter, waiting for your perusal. You smell the soup of the day, judging by the aroma, you deduce it being butter squash soup, your stomach rumbles at the thought.

The modest shop has quite a few people in it. They chatter amongst their friends whilst eating breakfast and drinking their morning tea. Another patron enters behind you, she greets everyone by name, while the others immediately greet her the same. Well, except for a group of strangers sitting at the far end, they pay her no mind at all. It's a small village, you never doubted for a second that everyone would know every person that lives here. You've anticipated it actually, so used to being alienated from the crowd, you haven't noticed the old woman beckoning you over with a smile.

"Bonnie?" She calls for the third time.

"Oh! Sorry, I was thinking what to order" you move closer to the counter, the chill from the cold cuts display seeps through your jumper.

"You're the new caretaker at the old manor I presume?" She grins sweetly, showing her smile lines around her lips.

"House-sitter, I'm only here for five months" you're wary about telling her vital information, but she's an old woman. What's the harm in telling her that?

"Oh, I see he's going for a quick business trip this time. He would usually take an entire year away, y'know" her thick accent makes it hard for you to understand some of her words. Nonetheless, you don't miss the vital information about your mysterious employer. "But I don't gossip" she chuckles, "what will it be, deary?"

"You know Mr. O'hara, the owner?"

"Aye, known him since he was a lad. Good kid he was." She shakes her head. "There I go gossiping again, what are you havin'?"

You want more answers to feed your curiosity, but you don't want to pester the poor woman. "A BLT with cheese if you have them, lightly toasted and some of the soup, please." she nods, heading over to her station to prepare your sandwich when an older man chides in your conversation.

"Oh please, Orla y'know stopping yourself from gossiping just hurts you more" he laughs from his belly, white beard bouncing as he guffaws with his friends sitting him with.

"This" Orla, gestures from you to her. "Was a private conversation, where's your manners?"

"Don't know where I last put it!" He laughs again, shaking the wooden table in front of him. "Miss, let me guess, O'hara gave you those crazy rules?"

You perk up at the mention of the list. "Yeah, he did. How'd you know?"

He shrugs while the other patrons listen in, "he does the same thing to his other caretakers, there's a 'be wary' one, right?"

"Yes, it's really creepy"

The old woman pipes up, talking over her shoulder as she slices your sandwich. "It's a necessary evil after what happened to his daughter"

"What happened to his daughter?" You ask with trepidation.

"Don't tell me you actually believe that, old woman?" The older man argues back.

"Believe what?" You feel like there's an inside joke you keep missing.

"She was taken by them." Orla, turns around with your soup packed in a tupperware. You look at her questioningly.

"Bullshit if you ask me" the old man mumbles behind his mug. He sees your confused look, "she's talking about the fae" you thank him with a nod.

"It's true!" She wraps your sandwich inside foil, carefully putting it inside the paper bag. "There's no logical answer on where she is! Now it's just O'Hara in that massive estate."

"Kid just ran away, that's all!" Another older man argues back.

"Pssh," Orla swats him away with her hand, he turns away with a scoff. She turns back towards you, ringing your order up in the cashier. "Just do what his list says and you'll be fine" she says it like a warning to never stray far from the rules.

"Why do you think it's the fae?" You give her the payment she needs.

Humming, she clicks her tongue. "Just know it's them."

"Okay, um thank you" drifting away, she holds your arm back, taking your attention again.

Orla looks at you with wide eyes. "You know about them, yes?"

"Yes, like don't eat their food or you'll get stuck or don't give them your name or say thank you. I've heard the folk stories"

"Not just a story. The wood sings and they crave an audience." she lets go of your arm, your breath hitching, goosebumps appear on your skin.

You shake the thought, or try to at least.

The door chimes as you leave. Nellie lays on the pavement, tail wagging as she sees you come back to her side.

"Hi, got you something" she stands up, barking at you in excitement. "Okay, okay, here" Chuckling, you take a slice of bacon from your sandwich, giving it to her.

Nellie carefully takes it from your hand without biting your fingers, she chews happily.

"Good?" You scratch behind her fluffy ear. "Let's go back" untying her leash, you juggle the sandwich and her lead with your hands. The horror stories you've been told in your youth echoes in your mind, as your soft footfalls on the moist pavement. Wind rushes past you, pushing you back towards the manor.

—

Arriving inside the gates of Mudwood Manor, you gaze at the large brick building. It casts a shadow over you, its stature imposing. Fading bricks and trellises crawling with overgrown vines that's starting to wither and turn dark with bits of oranges and red still clinging to its last life. The large red door of the main entrance adds to your uneasiness. You attribute the fear from what the deli owner told you, the woods don't look much better. Tall trees with leaves so thick it blocks sunlight from hitting the undergrowth. From where you're standing, darkness seems to prevail inside. The thick fog added to the eeriness of the scene. It drapes over the treeline like curtains, swirling smoke falling down to the tips of your shoes, hiding something behind you can't quite see.

Just staring from the woodland edge gives you a sense of belonging with every second you stand idle. You have no idea why this feeling encapsulates you. The wind tries to push you towards the dark, flashes of autumn colored leaves swirl past. Eyelashes fluttering in the wind, your lips part as you listen to the flora dancing in the wind, as if it beckons you over. Daring you to cross the edge.

You wake up from the trance as Nellie growls at a squirrel taunting her from the ground. She pulls at her leash, the rope taut, your hand aches at the burn. You let go of the paper bag, half eaten soup spills over the grass, now holding the leash with both hands, you struggle to control the border collie.

"Nellie, calm down!" You yelp in pain when Nellie lunges, escaping your hold. The rope leaves angry marks on your palms, skin aching from the piercing pain. Nellie runs, following the grey squirrel into the woods. You can hear her barks fading in the distance. "Nellie! Come back!" You yell but it's futile as the old dog disappears from view.

"Fuck!" Without thinking, you run after her, legs carrying you further into the thick trees. The fog parts, opening the way. Eyes roaming the moss covered soil for her footprints. "Nellie!"

You're gonna lose your job, the thought makes you run faster. Tripping on a rock, you land on your already injured hand, dirt and grime sticking to the angry gashes, blood mixing with soil. Ignoring the pain, you push through the thicket.

Running, muscles aching, there's a stitch on your side as you stop to catch your breath. Hands on your thighs, you inhale and exhale. Nellie's footprints are barely visible under all the green and orange. Standing to your full height, your heart thumping like a drum under your ribcage. Eyes widening at the darkness that envelopes you, whirling around, fear overtakes your entire being.

You're lost.

Everywhere you look, identical trees fill your vision, cold seeping into your bones, smoke escapes your parted lips. Fingers turning stiff, you turn around when you hear Nellie's familiar bark.

"Nellie! Come here, girl!" You clap your hands to get her attention. "Nellie!"

Another bark echoes out in the dark, with only bits of sunlight filtering through the thicket, you let your other senses guide you to the sound. Speed walking, dry leaves crunch under your shoes, you call out to Nellie again. Narrowly avoiding a tree root protruding from the ground, you step over it so you don't land face first into the moist soil.

You stop when silence permeates the woods again. Standing still, a ring of mushrooms at your feet, you breathe heavily. "Nellie!" Frustrated, you yell again.

Instinctively stepping past a mushroom, you move your neck around, eyes roaming, looking for her white and black fur. Your palms land to your clammy forehead, wincing when you graze your injury.

"Fuck!" You stop circling around when the woods seem to expand right in front of your eyes, moving, flinging away, adding to the acres of wooded land. Vision focusing and unfocusing as the expanse extends further away. Fear once again blankets your nerves. Your mind claws at you to keep running.

"Lost?" A deep voice asks behind you. Alluring, tempting you to answer back.

Your blood suddenly runs cold. Primal fear makes your heart leap out of your chest.

Light suddenly appears behind you, your shadow gets taller and taller until it finally leaves you. Alone, you don't dare look behind you. The hair on the back of your neck stands up despite the warmth radiating from behind. Trepidation howls inside you.

Blood rushes in your ears, knuckles tighten, nails digging into skin as crimson drips on the tall grass below.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, curiosity wins over you.

You dare look behind.

[rexlroze]

WIP:3

TW — Nudity

Almost done with this sh' except the fuckin' groot jeans. Then I have to make the damn props 'n sh and color shade etc etc blah blah blah.

Here's a juicy view (TW);

@the-kr8tor I have something inappropriate to say (again)

[theladysunami]

Amusing SVSSS AU thought I had:

Shen Qingqiu, the Luna Moth fae, with his Spider fae husband, Luo Binghe.

Everyone is super concerned about the spider thing, since spiders eat moths, and at least some arachnid fae are known to eat gossamer winged fae too.

Of course, Luo Binghe would never. He may trap his husband in webbing and bite him sometimes, but that’s for sexy purposes only.

As for how they met…

Luo Binghe is probably only half ‘Spidren’, the other half being some type of wingless ‘Pixie’ or ‘Elf’. He joined Shen Qingqiu’s ‘class’ as a presumed full blood pixie, and was often made fun of for his lack of wings (since the fairy ‘Cang Qiong’ equivalent is mostly home to ‘Sylphs’ and other gossamer winged fae). Shen Quingqiu dealt with the bullying matter by keeping him close and doting on him constantly.

Naturally some type of drama eventually happened revealing the whole spider thing, but Shen Qingqiu won’t hear of throwing out his precious boy! Look at these spider silk robes Binghe made for him. Isn’t he the sweetest! ♥

(Assume Huan Hua Palace is mostly wingless elf-like fae. Demons are fae with the attributes of various creepy crawlies: arachnids, other wingless arthropods, and some snakes too).