#the-devious-faery

[prettyarson]

You Wouldn’t

featuring: fae!scaramouche x human!reader

cw/tw: bully!scara, hair pulling, crying, faeries pull tricks

synopsis: the faerie world is no place for a human to be

notes: honestly, i’ve been reading the folk of the air series by holly black and just couldn’t get it out of my mind bye

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You mentally cursed yourself. You always found yourself in this situation.

Bound on the dirt ground, snickers and laughter echoed through the forest dome. The berries around your neck did little protecting to the faeries’s tricks and jokes. And you always found yourself as the punchline.

Being a human in the fae world was full of beautiful, lavishing danger. You knew this world was no good for you; the glamour, the beauty, and the intoxicating pull that keeps you close. You were vulnerable to all of it. And yet, you couldn’t stay away. It was so intoxicating, addicting.

“The dirt fits you.” A dashingly, devious voice spoke, laughter bubbling in his throat, “After all, it’s where your kind are born to end.”

Looking up through your lashes, you drowned in indigo hues. Scaramouche was the most gorgeous faerie that you ever laid your mortal eyes upon. Pearly, iridescent fangs taunted into a smirk that paired perfectly with the rioting look in his eyes.

Ever since you stumbled upon the faerie world —who would have guessed that stump would move?— his undying attention was sewn into messing with you. Most of his tricks were harmless, but he always had a sharp tongue. His words, edged like knives, were his worst weapons against you.

But you never faltered. Your eyes only turned into a glare as you stared up at him. You slowly lifted yourself until you were sitting comfortably. Then you dusted yourself off, purposely tossing the grains towards his shoes.

“Actually, all of my family is cremated.” You tsked, keeping your deep gaze to the fae before you.

His smirk fell, tying and twisting into a scowl. You always seemed to get on his nerves. You always seemed to slither below his skin. And he let you.

“Would you like me to reunite you?” He scoffed, taking a few small steps towards you.

You used to flinch. You used to cower away. You used to stumble over your feet at you ran away.

But not anymore. You stood your ground.

Pushing yourself up from the dirt, fist clenched, you remained eye contact.

“You wouldn’t dare.” You sneered, taking a few steps to match his. “You don’t have it in you to kill me.” You hoped you were right.

There was a flash in his eyes before he closed the distance, chests pressed together. Scaramouche’s hand flew towards your hair and grabbed a handful, tugging harshly. A hiss of pain pried your lips open.

“Just look at you.” He cooed, “I could crush your mortal head with just one squeeze.”

Tears pooled at the corners of your eyes, the pain growing with each tug of a strand connected to your scalp. You hoped he couldn’t feel your body trembling against his.

But he could.

The fear your face morphed into had his movements vaulting. There was a hitch of his breath as a race of tears battled down your cheeks. Within a breath, his grip on your hair vanished.

You felt your head lull forward as the locks fell back into place. Shock consumed you, swallowing you whole. You dared not to look back at the fae, but temptation was a dastardly thing.

Peeking through your thoughts, you scanned the devious fae. His eyes were wide, filled with confusion and shock, but only for a brief moment.

“W-What are you crying for, ya baby?” He choked out, quickly taking a few steps back and crossing his arms. He wouldn’t look at you.

You were quick to defend yourself as you jumped up, “I’m not crying!”

He didn’t reply. Instead, he reached inside of his pocket and withdrew a lilac handkerchief. Scaramouche outstretched it towards you, a creeping blush rampaging his pointed ears and graceful cheeks.

He cleared his throat and spared you a quick glance.

“Clean yourself up.”

Once you didn’t reach to take the soft fabric, he lightly placed it atop your head. Heat engulfed your cheekbones into flames and you couldn’t help the way your eyes followed his movements in wonder.

Your fingers grasped the handkerchief tightly and hugged it to your chest. He watched you expectantly, waiting. Then slowly, you lifted it towards your face and lightly brushed the dried up tears.

Satisfied, he turned and began to descent further into the forest. Footsteps echoed through your ears as he crunches through leafs and branches. And you just watched him leave, holding tightly onto the handkerchief.

[serenescribe]

another ficlet idea: lilia and silver bonding together in the secret garden au \o/ are they playing a game? chatting together? ill leave that one up to you!

[✐] ficlet frenzy

“Regardless of whether you may be ready or not… here I come, little one!”

He stifles a giggle by pressing his palm against his lips, back pressed against the rough expanse of bark and moss. Silver is hiding, nestled behind a particularly ancient tree with roots so monstrously large that they tangle together into dips and crannies he can hide within. He can feel his heart thumping in his chest, the adrenaline of the game seizing hold of him, but there is no real fear there, only anticipation.

It is yet another day in this secret, wonderful garden he stumbled upon in the woods. His refuge, his little paradise away from the orphanage. It isn’t as though he hates it there; his friends are nice, and he loves to play with them, and some of the adults are kind enough to sneak him a few extra treats, or a gift or two. But here, tucked away within the rounded stone walls of a secret garden, is something special — an earthly paradise of the most beautiful flora and fauna, and a friend who smiles at him and plays with him — all his, all for Silver alone.

They’re playing hide and seek again. They’ve played it many times before. But no matter how many times they do it, there’s always somewhere new to hide. Silver always discovers new spots to tuck his tiny body away in, peering out from the wispy leaves of the trees, or ducking his head as his friend peers through a crack in a wall that he’s hiding within. In this little garden, this special place, there is always something new — and can anyone really blame Silver for wanting to come here again and again, whisking himself away into a wondrous world of his fantasies made real?

He holds his breath, eyes wide as he hears a faint thumping of footsteps go by. He must’ve gotten distracted; is his friend close by?

Silver’s friend is… how can he describe him? He doesn’t have a name for him, always referring to him as mister, but he is kind to him, always welcoming him in with a fang-toothed smile, his long black-and-red hair swaying behind him in gentle breezes of springtime wind. He presses sweet treats into Silver’s hands, swings him around merrily into a dance, and plays game after game with him before they collapse into rambling chatters of anything and everything that’s on Silver’s mind.

Silver loves his friend. He really does!

And yet, there is a line he dares not cross.

Beware of the faeries, the adults have always told them. Those of the orphanage are more superstitious than most, having experienced strange activity in the woods time and time again in spite of the modern era they all live in. For as long as Silver can remember, he has been taught painstakingly about how to deal with strange, beautiful people, those who wish to lure him away. Be polite to them, reject their food, and above all else, do not give away your name.

It’s the reason why his friend calls him child and little one, affectionately referring to him as dear. It’s the reason Silver carefully puts aside the ripe fruits and sugary treats he receives, always claiming that he isn’t hungry, and always making sure to eat before he comes so he isn’t telling a lie.

And yet, in spite of all the dangers, he keeps coming back.

“Found you!”

He squeaks as a shadow falls over him, two glinting red eyes peering down at him. His friend grins cheekily, before reaching down to scoop Silver up, lithe limbs betraying a supernatural sort of strength. “What a devious hiding spot,” he teases, “to take advantage of your small statue and hide amidst the roots of the trees! You grow better at this every day, dear.”

Silver squirms slightly, though he leans into the hold soon enough. His friend smells nice, like fresh forest pines and sweet fruits mingling together into something that clings to his nose. Everything about him just brings such an ease to Silver, a happiness he could have never possibly dreamt of.

(And yet, he still hesitates. He still notices the unnatural swiftness of his friend’s movements, the otherworldly beauty that drapes off of him, the way the garden seems to shift day after day, growing and twisting at an otherwise impossible pace.

There is a tinge of iron that clings to his scent.

Silver is happy here. He is safe. But—)

“You must be thirsty after all that hiding.” He feels himself being placed down onto a soft patch of grass. Silver watches as his friend pulls out an elegant little leaf cup out of nowhere, filled with something glistening and shimmering, with a scent that makes his mouth water. “Why not quench your thirst, hm?”

(Does he trust his friend?)

Silver blinks at the drink offered to him.

And then he smiles.

“Thank you for the offer, but… it’s alright!”

[ivys-garden]

OK, so (dam I say that alot) False won the Poll for most wanted Lifer, but I've been thinking

What would it be like if she was there from the start?

3rd Life - She probably just stays out of any teams, like most people in 3rd life. At some point though I imagine she'd join Dogwarts, fighting with them when the war starts. I don't imagine she'd win in this season just due to the fact no one knew what to expect this season to be at the time.

Last Life - due to the boogie man and all the traps around the server it's likely that False would be Overly paranoid for most of the season, her pillars of safety would be all over the world (a Boogie Man would probably fishing rod her off one at some point). I imagine she'd probably end up joining the Faerie Fort, probably having a rivalry with Cleo when they leave (or maybe B kills False instead of Cleo and the Faerie Fort stays together until the end, unlikely, but possible) I could see it going either way for False winning this season, she'd definitely be more prepared but she'd also be constantly paranoid, so idk

Double Life - now, for this one I'm going to say one of the people who didn't return from Last Life did return, I'm going to go with Lizzie just because I think that's the most fun option. I imagine the two of them would come up with a lot of “Devious Plots”, they'd probably be helping or Enlisting the help of The Mean Girls for most of them, maybe The Homewreckers too.

That being said if they didn't find each other by the end of session one and they ended up at Martyns lil soulmate game I could easily see the two of them and Pearl sticking together as a team (not that it would change much, Pearl would still do what she did, but still)

False probably doesn't win the season, Martyn or Pearl would be straight for Lizzie in the final fight

Limited Life - I honestly can't see False going with any of the teams. If you forced me I'd say probably Nosy Neighbours but it's more likely that False is a lone wolf (though she'd definitely ally more with The Clockers and Neighbours than Bad Boys or T.I.E.S) I feel like the is the season False has the best chance of winning, she definitely make it to the end and could back stab Martyn while he's killing Impulse.

Secret Life - I imagine False probably goes with Team Besties. Maybe she even convinces Scar or Lizzie to join. She'd definitely be one of the survivors during the zombie task (or she'd die and help the Zombies succeed in killing everyone. She's not Etho she would kill Grian and Cleo). I don't imagine the result would change the season either. It's very task dependent. False might inadvertently get Scar killed with the rest of Team Besties (or she might kill him herself), meaning it's Pearl vs. Gem in the finale, but that's about it.

[m1dgemodge]

Art dump!!! Also should’ve changed the tag for my user to replace the i with a 1 since there’s another user that uses midgemodge lol!!!!

1. Simple drawing of one of my mcs!!! Also all the characters in these drawings are from the same universe :3 !!

2. This is a drawing of a petite Faerie named Tulip!!! She’s a newly hatched Faerie, (Faeries hatch from tree pod things in my universe).

3. This drawing includes a few other Faeries, also Faeries are a very small species since they can handle magic so well and could cause a lot of damage most were killed and they weren’t really able to reproduce!!! The other 2 shown in this drawing are called Begonia (the blue one) and Foxglove (the not blue one), Begonia and Foxglove accidentally brought Tulip into the world and kinda have to keep her a secret.

4. These 2!!!! The evil red one is called Oleander and the green one is called Aloe!!!! The two are brothers, they do have another one shown in the last drawing, Oleander and Aloe have always been closer to each other then they have with Wormwood (the other brother lol), also the three of them run their own island raaaaaaaaaaaaaaa oh me gosh, also I’m a sucker for short characters with devious faces omg.

5. Wormwood!!!! Wormwood is so silly innit fam!!!This isn’t what he usually looks like I just wanted to draw something spooky ooky, he’s also kinda a Faerie

Oh me gosh thanks for reading yaaay!!

[milestoearth]

Don’t bother,” I said drily. “I don’t expect you to comprehend a guilty conscience. You’re going to strain something. 🍄 Where the bloody hell did you hide my things, you imp?” he demanded. Ariadne gave him a weary but victorious grin. “Your cloak is in the closet inside Dr. Rose’s spare one, which I turned inside out. You looked right past it. As for the boots, one is in the flower box outside and the other is in plain view in my bedroom, which you hate to look at because of the mess.” “Good Lord,” Wendell muttered. “You have your aunt’s devious mind. 🍄 I realized that part of me had been waiting for Wendell to make a miraculous recovery. To rescue us all, as well as himself, just when we needed him most. It would fit the pattern of innumerable stories. But perhaps Wendell wasn't part of his kingdom's story anymore. Or he was, but merely as a footnote, a trial for his stepmother to overcome as she rose from powerful to unstoppable-- to irrevocably weave herself into the fabric of her world, as the king of Ljosland had. And if he was a footnote, what did that make me? I leaned close, breathing in the smell of his hair--- the salt of sweat; smoke from the fire; and the distant smell of green leaves that never left him. "My answer is yes," I whispered in his ear. 🍄 "Other women snore, or talk in their sleep. I don't recall ever being woken up by the sound of vigorous pencil scratching." "You could always ask one of those other women to marry you," I said. "Though it may not be easy to find one who is quite so tolerant of faerie assassins and strange quests as I am". 🍄 "Would you prefer to wait?” In answer, he kissed me—much more slowly than the kiss I had given him, and more skillfully too, I’m afraid. Afterwards he didn’t lean back as I expected, but trailed his lips down my neck, sending a shiver skittering through me. “You can begin by removing your clothes,” I said. “If you would like to. To clarify, this is a suggestion, not a demand.” “Oh, Em,” he said, laughing softly against my neck. I had my hands in his hair, which was now quite mussed, something that made me absurdly happy. “I’m sorry,” I said, self-conscious now. “Perhaps I shouldn’t talk.” “Whyever not?” He drew back, examining me with a perplexed smile. “I like the way you talk. And everything else about you, in fact. Is that not clear by now?” I felt laughter bubble up inside me, but I hid it behind a mock-serious expression. “I’m not sure.” His smile changed, and he trailed his hand down the side of my neck. “Let me show you. 🍄 There is nothing trivial about good coffee. 🍄 The problem is not the packing, I admit; I simply dislike travelling. Why people wish to wander to and fro when they could simply remain at home is something I will never understand. Everything is the way I like it here. 🍄 I drew my cardigan more tightly about me—it was the chill of the air, I told myself, not Rose’s words. “I appreciate your advice, Farris. Genuinely. But I know Wendell.” “Emily.” He pointed up at the beech tree boughs, which waved to and fro, scattering more leaves about us. “Do you know the wind?” And with that gloomy koan, he left me.

[adleryoung]

Let's take a look at some of your questions.

Do you really believe what you say or is it all an act? Also some rubbish about classism and the decline of the elves.

Elves do not lie. I'm not entirely sure what you're implying with the rest of your comment, but it is an established historical fact that too much associating with lowfolk is bad for our health. Staying aloof is the way to prosper.

Was he dabbing?

I have no idea what that means.

While Zandar was sleeping, did you ever use that magic bowl trick to see into her mind?

Fuma have mercy! That never even occurred to me. You lowfolk are truly devious … and yet some of you have the nerve to insinuate that I am Unseelie! Clearly a case of one of your many cognitive defects, the one called … what is it … projection? I think that's it.

Did you turn a low folk child into stew and feed them to Zandar? how did you come up with the "your original biological kid is missing, sent to lowfolk family, and yes, you did ask what did I do with the original lowfolk babe, so hey I made stew!" explanation?

Ah yes, I knew it was only a matter of time before this came up.

The short answer is, we are Royalty, and elvish royalty do not raise their own children! Additionally I came to trust Zandar less and less the more I learned about her. I couldn't let HER raise my child! She wanted to call the baby "Wulfrida," for Fuma's sake! That clearly indicates complete unfitness to be a parent. Furthermore: You can mock my intellectual ability all you like, but at least I had the sense to know that I was ill-equipped (not to mention too busy) to tend to the newborn princess myself.

Like, do you think you could have phrased it better, given how you presented yourself? Magical gate, fields strewn with skeletons, dead city, skeletal king on his dusty throne! You've clearly showed yourself as a great conqueror and killer of elves, wielder of terrible powers! To someone like her, wouldn't that paint you as someone who'd have no qualms making glazed ham out of random lowfolk and elf alike? Do you think this whole gig kinda, like, backfired a bit?

All of that should have charmed and impressed her! I admit it was my fault for failing to take into account the fact that Zandar was a complete stranger to elvish culture and knew nothing of our ways.

Also what herbs and vegetables do you use in your stews and what do you use as a thickener if you use any?

It requires a magickal spice called "paprika" which I believe is only available in Faerie. I don't want to give away too many secrets, because this information in the wrong hands could wreak havoc on your world … but I will whisper two words that will make sense to the initiated: SASSAFRAS FILE.

Now then, to properly explain what happened to the princess and her lowfolk swapling, I have to backtrack and set the stage.

Zandar and I had venery together, and I persuaded her to crown me. I was then able to issue a Royal Proclamation which lifted the geas confining me to Albric Tor, and also (reluctantly) honored the bargain I had made with Dr. Owter Cesawonki (aka Ash Marten.)

After a while Zandar became pregnant. I cared for her as best I could, even calling upon Barkingthwaite and Venatrix and my Ixie network to procure some of the more exotic foods Zandar craved as her gestation progressed.

Zandar was unfortunately addicted to the pernicious lowfolk habit of SLEEPING several hours per day. I joined her a few times, but ultimately I felt I was simply enabling her dependency. Perhaps during some of these naps, I should have used Estvan's water-bowl trick to spy on her dreams, but in retrospect it's probably best that I didn't.

More importantly, I could not stand wasting time lazing about when there was a world to explore! I hadn't seen anything beyond my stone circle and the battlefield in AGES, so every time Zandar snoozed, I was out wandering with a few of my Ixies, seeing sights and making connections. That's how I tracked down the O'Dor family that Vernier had married into so long ago. I also located the Persoc Tor Gate surprisingly close by (it's much farther in Faerie) and managed to get back in touch with Burnside and Rebecca.

But my goodness! Look at the time! That's enough for now, and I'll resume the tale when we meet again, next week. May Fuma guide your steps and protect you from owls until then!

[astraechos]

⊹₊‧── Moon Maiden’s Library ── ⊹₊‧

Cast of Characters:

Lucas: A human turned Averian who uses his magic to protect who he loves. It gets used for other things too…

Alistar: Father who loves his son and would do anything to keep him safe and his affection. Anything goes.

Yui/Emily: Lucas’ girlfriend. A bard with knowledge of the streets and a persuasive tongue.

Galileo: A book turned elf and now Lucas’ magical boyfriend. Incredibly well versed in magic and potions, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t get up to trouble.

Feyre: (Pronounced Fae-air) A small fairy who’s “job” included murder on a goddess’ behalf, but yandere in every way.

Dorous/The King: A king from a time ago now in Ravenloft after running away from his own sins. Has developed dissociative identity disorder (DID) where his personalities have different motives. Collectively, they fall under the name King Aldrick.

Foggy: A teifling with amnesia on who he is or what his sin was that brought him to Ravenloft. Has mystical dragon scales as a weapon and sharp-witted.

Maplepaw: A Kitsune shaman living in a city with a awkward Elf lover boy and a forgotten Kitsune boyfriend. Its amnesia, baby!

Ardin Valentine: A rich elf from The City’s noble district who visits Maplepaw at her camp in the park. Has gotten the feels about her and can’t stay away.

Dawnhunter: A kitsune from The Tribe of Stars. Maplepaw’s forgotten shaman boyfriend with jealously issues that provoke the worst in him.

TW TW TW TW:

This blog may contain lots of graphic, adult content. This blog will have some direct NSFW statement, whether in questions, art, or story posts. I tend to swear a lot, so beware of that. Adult content can include the obvious and will be a reflection of kinks via character or a complete projection of my own thoughts and ideas. Some of these include: incest (to a degree); somnophillia; bdsm; Sniffing partners used underwear; etc.

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✧ Completed Books ✧

➽─ Maplepaw’s Book of Shadows ─❥

A book that retains Maple’s memories, even if theyre somewhat sensual and devious~

✧ Seven Minutes Later (smut)💦

✧ Nighttime Soup

₊⊹⁀➴ Fluffy Ending | Smut Ending

➽─ Feyre’s Misadventures ─❥

Traveling in Barovia, Feyre Sundrop has it hard enough being the only girl in the group. It only gets harder when her male companions need attention too!

✧ Taming Bratty Faeries (smut) 💦

✧ My Sweet Faerie (smut)💦

➽─Len Family Mishaps ─❥

Tales of the Len family, with ideas and kinks galore.

(TW: May involve incest)

✧ An Eldritch Date (smut) 💦

✧ Works in Progress ✧

✧ Learning Inside You (smut/somewhat wholesome?)💦

✧ June 3rd (cute, not smut) 🩷

✧ Thinking of You (smut) 💦

✧ First Encounters (smut) 💦

✧ Fireside Forgiveness (smut) 💦

[demonwebs]

kiss roulette / send 🎲 to generate a kiss!

↳ @faebhaal : 🎲 / 💋💀

roll : 13. a kiss on the chest

an inquisitive look befalls the pink haired faerie , appreciation twinkling dimly in uncharted depths . though vhaal'krin seldom offers a compliment without it being laced in some devious intent , it's hardly a secret he holds her overt displays of brutality in high regard , perhaps just enough to light a spark of fondness in him . ❝ i've underestimated you ... ❞ he points his dagger outwards as he speaks , an idle gesture - but absently , he wonders who'd win in a fight between the two of them . in that thought , he can vividly picture them both mangled . ❝ you are a ferocious little thing , faerie . ❞ he warns her with a smile like an open flame , threatening to ignite , as he moves towards her , his pale limbs striding with the gait of a cautious feline , warily analyzing its target .

she's small , smaller than you'd think ; and he'd always been excessively tall for his kin , so as he approaches , the stretched distortion of his shadow looms high above her , casting her in darkness as his hands reach to grasp at the small of her waist . ❝ and you're so messy ... look at your armor . who knew such a small thing could do so much damage ? i think i'm growing rather fond of you , ❞ with a dash of flattery , vhaal'krin wastes no time lifting her off the floor , holding her high above him , cushioning the tip of his chin against her chest , he swipes his tongue against a splotch of blood , and kisses the spot with practiced tenderness . ❝ we ought to do this again , yes ? ❞

[blackwoodbanshee]

Let me assign you a faerie court

The Autumn Court

The Autumn Court can be associated with the Unseelie. Faeries belonging to this court are generally considered somehow devious and are of an eerie nature, albeit ravishing all the same. Some think they do the bidding of the Winter Court and can therefore be considered their henchmen. This perception is rarely true, their agenda is entirely their own, they just happen to share some overlapping ideals. Like the season, mortals can "harvest" their good will and Autumn faeries are known to return great favors if they fancy so. Many people would describe them as optimistic, they are diverse, ambivalent personalities in their own right though and therefore hard to classify collectively. You’re most likely a person favoring aestheticism, life is a painting and you are the artist. Your metaphorical brush strokes are unique and you’re not afraid to try something new, as long as it feels right to you in the moment, it will turn out right in the end. You will find your individual voice eventually and the journey until then will be a creative, rewarding one

[airbendertendou]

hello! for your halloween asks, what about solomon with faerie!reader. with "this isn't funny." and "now is not the time." thank you!

"what... is happening?" you're with asmo when you speak. you'd only agreed to go shopping with him because he convinced you the sales were to die for. but, for some reason, your hair was now white and you were wearing a cape of some sort. "i’m not yn right now, am i? what happened to my lipgloss? my cute skirt and flowery headband?"

asmo lets out a snort followed by a loud giggle at the sight in front of him. it was you pouting, stomping your foot - you but with solomon's face and voice and body. the sorcerer had a reputation of being mailicious ; cold hearted to those around him.

you whine as he keeps laughing, "this isn't funny, 'mo! why am i this stinky person? where are my wings?"

there are tears building up in your eyes before you can stop them. you wanted to be you again - wanted your glittery skin and feather-like eyelashes. you couldn't even see yourself right now ; didn't know who had taken your body when you had theirs.

and then your body is stomping your way, spellbook in hand. they thrust their hand out to you as soon as they stop walking, roots rotting where they stand. you frown at the magic - you were meant to grow things, not destroy them.

"fix this," they hiss. they shake the book your way once more, impatient to get their body back. "whatever magic you have is weak and useless for my spells. you have to do it with my magic.”

you frown at the name-calling. “faerie magic is different, you dumb sorcerer!”

“carful, little fairy,” they use your lips to smirk. it looks strange - devious on your pretty face. they shake the book again, "don’t tempt me. you wouldn't like me angry."

you scoff, "don't like you now."

"okay!" asmo cuts between the two of you. he puts a hand on your shoulder, facing the person in your body with a grin. "now is not the time for arguments, hm? lets gather satan and fix our predicament!"

hope this was okay <3 100% based on the second episode of love between fairy and devil hehe request your own here | read more

[ravenwitch45]

Story time with the Goetia household! Whether a child Stolas is reading by himself or an adult Stolas is reading to a little Octavia, they are taking the time to read a new storybook. [Part 18]

This is a continued reading of "Cereza and the Lost Demon".

Chapter 03: The First Elemental Core

Faerie compendium - Entry 3: ⬇️

Leipreachán - Devious Trapper

What thoughts, feelings, and opinions do you think Stolas (and Octavia) would be having when reading this part?

Relief at seeing the almost familar sight of Avalon forest, before the wolf is seen again, and the pursuit begins. Stolas making a offhanded comment that if Octavia ever goes on an adventure like this, to take a breather in between things like this, Octavia giggling at the thought.

The sanctuary is a welcome sight to all, not to mention the cute rabbits hopping around, showing there are some harmless creatures living in the forest as well, which is nice.

At the the encounter with the Leiprechan, Stolas almost recoils in surprise, while it's trap is more abstract and stylized, he recognizes a beartrap when he sees one after so many trips to wrath, having even helped a few Imps who got caught in their own traps before. He knows the damage it can deal, and the thought of such brutal traps being used with the intention of children as it's prey... disturbs him. Though he keeps it to himself, and as the duo dispatch the trapper unscathed, he sees no reason to share it. Only pulling Octavia closer slightly which she doesn't comment on.

At another Faerie illusion begins, Stolas sighs and Octavia gapes in frustration "Another!?" Very much sharing Cereza's feelings on the matter, Stolas slightly frowning as he reads Cheshire's line, hitting too close to home for him, which he waves off as the pair enter another strange crack in the air. The goetia's preparing themselves for whatever awaits them.

[mecharose]

Hi amarantine

It's storyday! Aside from the general tropes like found family, chosen one, rebelling against society, etc. what are some very specific tropes present in your wip(s)? You don't have to know the names, just describe them. I'm very interested in specific tropes.

ok so you know the whole. *story has evil creatures* "but what if there was a good and nice one 🥺" trope?

the RCU has that! Gilly and the Moth King are basically that for the RCU faeries :3

RCU fae are based on classic fae lore, so they are mostly heinously evil, devious tricksters & murderers. they're a predator species of humans!

these two are both still Like That, but in a harmless way. Gilly is still a trickster and enjoys messing with people but in a silly way, not a "steal your soul and eat your organs for dinner" way. the Moth King still lives by ritual and loves combat but only when it's a challenge, so he will never attack humans (too easy to defeat)

[msmsillyarts]

I'm going home guys enjoy this devious little stinker

So in the first game, My Singing Monsters, there are 5 main natural elements, Cold, Plant, Water, Air and Earth. This acted as the basis for all of the major islands with the exception of ethereal island, which is surprisingly not that important to the lore. However, upon the release of tribal island, it was hinted at that there was a long lost Fire element, because if you got your tribal rank to a certain level, the amber on the island melts to free a Kayna, the single-fire element monster. This is where we get to Dawn of Fire. Dawn of Fire is supposed to take place hundreds of years before the original game, back when the fire element was still perfectly thriving. It also reveals the continent, which is essentially the My Singing Monsters equivalent of pangea. The continent has the clear beginnings of Plant, Cold, Air, Water and Earth island, but at this point they were all connected. The other islands in Dawn of Fire consisted of Party Island, Space Island, Cloud Island, and Cave Island, which you sent your monsters to by levelling them up. Remember these islands, they’ll be important later. For now, we can take note of the fact that in between DoF and MSM, something happened to drive the Fire element to near extinction. We know that the continent at some point splits, and given how there is no actual fire-centric part of it, it can be assumed that without a natural island to call home, the Fire element was unable to survive. Luckily, a small portion of Fire Element monsters took refuge in a large volcano-like structure, which was hidden away from the monster world. It apparently was nearby Tribal Island though, as we see the monsters dig a tunnel into the volcano in order to discover it, and it would explain Kayna being locked in amber outside there. This volcano is of course, Fire Haven. Because Fire monsters have been gone for so long, they are more valuable and harder to breed than in Dawn of Fire. Clearly, even though they had miraculously survived for so many years, the Fire element was unable and is STILL unable to thrive. So the monsters created Fire Oasis in order to create another space for Fire monsters to thrive on. The rediscovery of Fire Monsters caused a ripple effect of monsters going on searches for more islands, knowing now that there was more out there. This is how the Magic Islands are found. The Magic islands are heavily implied to be extremely warped versions of the outer islands from Dawn of Fire. I told you to remember them. Possibly because of being abandoned, some magical source used its energy to meld and craft them to it’s liking, and creating monsters that would be fitting for those islands. AKA, the Magical class of Monsters isn’t entirely natural, and only exists because of this odd source of power. This is why there are no Celestials that represent Light, Psychic, Faerie, or Bone. Speaking of the Celestials, they are extremely important to the story. In DoF, we first see them on Starhenge, a large, ancient structure in the sky that is the home of the Celestials. The Celestials themselves are said to be older than time, basically being the ultimate representation of certain elements. They are essentially gods of their elements. The elements they represent all have constellations that can only be seen during specific months of the year, and this is of course when specific Celestials are most powerful/being represented. The elements represented are the 6 Natural Elements, the 5 Ethereal Elements, and finally Electric, the most powerful element represented by Celestials. Galvana, the actual Electric Celestial, follows this logic of electricity being powerful, and is the de-facto leader of the Celestials. She is also the only one to not appear with significant age, still looking very young despite living just as long as her peers.

[midnight-and-his-melodiverse]

MELODIVERSE CHRISTMAS SPECIALS: A gift to you guys, and writeblr as a whole.

Announcing here that I'm writing three Melodiverse christmas specials (they're all short stories), for Christmas Day, as a gift to the wonderful writeblr community that you guys all have helped forge for my blog <3/p

The first special of which… is entitled "Midnight and the Snowflake Spirit", a tale of Midnight and Staticlight taking a trip into the Starlight Forest during a light snowfall, and as the faeries part, a strange omniscient spirit composed of snowflakes settles down on the frozen ice lake.

Oh, also it involves Midnight and Staticlight being recruited as helper elves to help Santa Paws (the Melodiverse's equivalent of Santa Claus, who is a cat-human hybrid) deliver all sorts of presents to children throughout Penwood.

This short story will mainly feature Staticlight a devious little gremlin as he tries many tactics to throw their mission to deliver presents off course, Midnight trying his best to stop him from doing so, and a heartfelt Christmas gathering which involves Staticlight being genuinely happy to see Dev after Staticlight's been with Midnight for so long.

Now for a reference as to which stories these specials take place in:

"Midnight and the Snowflake Spirit" : The Melody Blade Saga

"Untitled Melodiverse Christmas Special II" : Goblin Theft Auto

"The Titania Crew's Noel Nightmare!" : Stars, Bits, and Bytes

[grungeteeth]

Devious faerie man

[adleryoung]

"Just gimme a name," Burnside insisted after I hesitated. "I'll find her and flay her alive!"

"Didn't you hear me mention she's immortal?" I reminded her.

"Then I'll just have to keep flayin' her forever!"

"She killed Sheila Na Gig," I explained. "She might be more than a match for you. Why are you so upset anyway? I thought massacring villages was something you approved of."

"Not when it upsets my friend," Burnside snarled, gesturing at Rebecca, who still seemed to be in a daze. "And besides, I ain't one to pass up a good chance to take some gruesome vengeance."

"Gruesome vengeance will have to wait," I decided. "We have more pressing matters right now." I knelt beside Rebecca and asked her if she was all right.

"I'll be fine," she muttered, shaking her head. "I just need to lie down and get my thoughts together. We should head back to the lodge. I had hoped to show you what we've put together under better circumstances, but … well, you're here, so now's the time."

"You can save the tour til you're feeling better," I said, letting Rebecca wrap her arm around my shoulder and lean on me as we stood up. "I don't have to be anywhere. There's a problem in Persoc Tor that I need to deal with eventually, but it's not urgent."

"So, fill me in on what you've been up to," I asked as we walked.

"Last time you seen me, I was chasin' that varmint Ash," Burnside began.

"It's Owter now," I informed her. "He has gone back to his Vulpitanian name."

"Whatever," Burnside scoffed dismissively. "After I caught up to Rebecca and Arse, they both of 'em explained to me how he wasn't a traitor but actually saved Rebecca after the situation at the courthouse went all wrong. So I couldn't kill him, which was more'n a little disappointin."

"Even a devious schemer like Ash, er, did you say Outer? That's a strange name," Rebecca sighed. "Even somebody like him deserves a chance at redemption."

"You see what I've had to put up with?" Burnside grumbled, gesturing vaguely at Rebecca. "First thing she wanted to do after I showed up was build a coven. After a few dozen tries one actually managed to stay together. The first bunch kept gettin' run off by locals who didn't want witches around, and the others mostly split when they realized what a goody two-shoes Rebecca was. Turns out most would-be witches are social outcasts that want revenge on ever'body what was mean to 'em in school, go figure. It took a long dadgum time to get enough people together to make a group big enough to actually call a coven. Rebecca tries to school the more malicious recruits in the ways of Seelieness. Sometimes they even listen."

"It doesn't help that a certain Raccoon Monster is always taking them out into the woods for 'secret lessons' on how to fillet one's enemies with a pocket knife and other such useful Life Hacks," Rebecca muttered.

"That stuff's important to know!" Burnside retorted. "But most of 'em faint afore I can even get halfway into the lesson. I've said it before 'n I'll say it again: You is raisin them gals too soft."

"Rebecca, you were a Changeling," I blurted, trying to change the subject. "Did anyone from Faerie ever come to fetch you?"

"Nope," she replied sadly, shaking her head. "No one."

"That's troubling," I mused. "Owter made it sound like the remnants of Faerie had mostly stabilized now, but things would have been pretty chaotic when you were born… Does that mean there's an entire generation of forgotten Changelings out there that were never brought back to Faerie? They would be wandering alone in the lowfolk world, not knowing what they are…"