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Centaur Fae yuu definitely Clacks as the fae/beastmen at nrc lol.
If you don’t know, young horses will make a clacking noise that is supposed to tell other horses that “I’m a baby, I’m not dominant” basically. So imagine like, someone pops up out of nowhere and they’re older and more powerful than them so they just start clacking.
Have a quick doodle of a centaur fae child that I did at 3 in the morning while I’ll. it’s not that good and looks kinda childish lol but you get the concept. I imagine they started off as a mix of beastman and fae blood and became there own species
some fae facts from lore
‘fae’ range from anything like goblins and imps to the little pixies with the wings that everyone associated with fairies to the seven-foot tall members of the royal courts. some even consider the banshee to be fae. (also trolls, gnomes, elves, djinn, dwarves, leprechauns, will-o-wisps, etc.)
some think the fae are evil, some think they are fallen angels, but most are considered to be a chaotic neutral force. some might call this ‘whimsically evil.’
honey makes them drunk.
iron poisons them, as it does many magical beings.
some were-creatures were probably just fae in disguise, since fae can assume any form.
they sometimes lure humans with music that makes them want to follow and dance. they have to dance for what feels like a year and a day but it actually only seconds.
true names of the fae have power over them. they often use aliases when dealing with non-fae.
some people are gifted with fae sight, which allows them to see the fae and also sometimes peeks into the future through their dreams.
cats hate the fae, and the fae hate them back.
iron horseshoes over the door can act as a fae deterrent.
they sometimes kidnap human children and leave their own children or elderly behind. these are called changelings.
fae are generous with gifts, especially for polite people, but prefer gifts in return.
that being said, better to avoid accepting gifts. you probably don’t have enough to pay them back. by saying ‘thank you,’ you acknowledge that a gift was given and that you now owe something in return. being indebted to the fae = bad time
fae can’t lie, but truth and honesty aren’t always the same.
asking for a favor will cause offense. make it seem like it’s their idea to help you.
most things offend them, actually.
some fae can smell a lie. there’s no way of knowing which ones unless they tell you.
fae use ‘glamour’ to hide their appearance or habitations around humans. ‘glamour’ can be gifted for use by humans.
it’s better for fae to have half-breed children than no children at all, so relationshops with humans are fine. it just rarely works out fine for the human.
pro tip: when dealing with the fae, put on a weird ass accent
"i owe you my life"
should sound the same as
"A oh yuu mee leef"
so when the fae tries to collect the debt... you can just reach into your pocket and offer a nice and crunchy leaf. Just As Promised. (:
Oberon & Titania by Arthur Rackham
fae rules questions
if I bring a pack lunch to the fae world can I still eat it? this is a very much needed question
like does my sandwich become magic? is my apple suddenly an immortal apple that traps me in a different world? what about my water?
on a separate note would you be able to drink you're own sweat? like it sound absolutely disgusting and not healthy? but would I still get trapped?
Why aren't pagans more afraid of Starbucks baristas?
YANDERE AMARANTHA X READER
👁️she was prettifying deadly like no other she could take out armies and rebuild them with a flick of her fingers. Once she sets her eyes on you there is no going back.
👁️deny her all you want she will marry you and claim you as hers. after all she always gets what she wants . Besides she can always hurt those you love in the most painful ways to get you to play along to her fantasies.
👁️she is full of tricks after all she tricked the high lords, who’s to say she won’t trick you ?!
👁️however she will bargain with you even make a deal if you lose your hers fully if you win then you can be free … but she is a fae and they very VERY rarely ever lose.
👁️she would list over you not love you. Control you. Shape you . Without her your nothing but with her your … everything.
👁️she allows freedom to an extent but not without a price of course .
👁️try and escape and all those you go to will die shortly after and you will wish you were dead.
👁️play along with her and maybe just maybe you might survive the cruel fae.
👁️the only person she ever truly loved was her sister and she is dead she is going to be controlling and manipulating over you after all you can’t survive without her can you?
👁️by all means try not to anger her she is like a hurricane swift and brutal.
👁️will have her family crest burned into your neck and thigh a symbol of her ownership over you .
👁️no high lords will help you after all they are yet trying to stay alive themselves.
👁️lover or love interest forget about them it’s over done . She will hurt them and make you watch if you even think of having a lover that isn’t her .
👁️if you can give her children she will trick you into bed with her after you may regret it but it will be too late after all she swells with your child now there is no escape …
👁️if not and you are a women like her she has powerful magic she can make pregnant it may take a few sacrifices but it will happen you can’t leave them either .
👁️although she may not love the child she will love controlling you .
👁️one of the most horrible yanderes to have she is a sadistic witch and cruel to the bone .
Thank you ❤️❤️
@deadandgaysetanta @queen-of-hobgobblers
@deadandgaysetanta @queen-of-hobgobblers
Oh how I love go make a guy and put him in several different clothes until I find one I really really like.
17th Dec, 2023
I adore the idea of the various weird occurrences on the island are caused by Fey, that Owl, probably a Fey.
Percy's "Obscure Antecedents"
Ended up having to repost this because of mobile tumblr nonsense, but.
Fun thought: Percy having "obscure antecedents" is really interesting because someone could have just ASKED him when he was built. I feel like Sir Topham Hatt must have done so when he was purchased. In which case, why would that information be concealed from the Thin Clergyman? What motivates Percy (and supposedly Sir Topham) to be cagey about his past?
Well, here are some seemingly unrelated facts:
-Percy has been shown to have some fear of the supernatural, which seems to be pretty uncommon for engines. He also never really seems to grow out of it.
-Percy is pretty accident-prone, and it's not always his fault.
-Sodor feels pretty supernatural in various ways, and given its relation to the Isle of Man, there could very well be fey/fairies or ghosts or both.
My personal headcanon is that Percy was built around the early 1910's, perhaps a year or two before Thomas (which makes sense given that he'd had a rebuild before being purchased by the NWR and brought to Sodor in 1926 or so). More importantly, however, I imagine that he was finished on April 30th, between the hours of 3 and 4 AM. (For our purposes, we'll say April 30th, 1913.)
That's right: Percy was finished on the witching hour of Walpergeis Night. A decent chunk of his misfortune comes from the fact that he's, unfortunately for him, "fey-touched" or otherwise supernaturally connected.
Thus, he can instinctively sense the supernatural, as in it sends shivers through his frames, but he can't see them, and that almost makes it worse: he knows something's there, but he can't see it or otherwise sense it. Plus, when you're close to the supernatural, the supernatural often knows it. I think poor Percy just gets messed with by Things Barely Beyond His Perception sometimes and yeah, that can be pretty stressful. Perhaps Percy's rebuild(s) and oddly chimera-like composition was the result of previous owners quietly trying to break him of this connection/curse(?) by replacing various parts and hoping that enough replacement would dispel the effect. (It didn't, of course, but it was worth a try.)
Of course, Sir Topham, being a good Christian gentleman, would not let ANY of this information slip to the Thin Clergyman. Even if what Percy says is true (and the Sudrian in him says it just might be, even if the Christian in him doesn't want to believe it), nobody can know, especially a man of the cloth. For one, it might lead to unsavory rumors like "the railway is haunted" or "fairies are around." For two, the last thing they need is an exorcism or other such activities happening on their railway, as that would only fuel point 1. So, Sir Topham decides that this information is better left unrecorded, and he'll just pass it along to his son privately when the railway changes hands.
("But Te! Wouldn't the engines count as iron? Wouldn't fey traditionally be unable to do anything to them?" Strictly speaking, it's hard to say. However, even if we go with the most generous interpretation, that being "all iron/steel is bad for fey," I am inclined to believe that at the date and time that Percy was completed, the supernatural forces were strong enough that it didn't matter. Perhaps Percy should count himself lucky; if a human were born under similar circumstances, the supernatural would likely have a much greater grasp upon them. By virtue of being a creature of fire and iron, he inherently resists the worst of it.)
Two important adults and a side adult who all work at Hybrid High!
Moral Nightengale (city fae/??? hybrid - she/they); the mysterious and enigmatic principal/founder of the school. Recently wed to Percy's mother.
Gulliver Dirgefall (skeleton/dullahan hybrid - he/him); a former theater lit teacher who became the vice principal. Teacher supervisor to the gsa. Married to Hyacinth!
Hyacinth Dirgefall (tabaxi/satyr hybrid - he/him); the sign language teacher at school. Married to Gulliver!
Some style test chibis for Hybrid High - feat a new student!
A reminder of who these guys are cause I haven't posted about em in a while:
Percival "Percy" Hudson (first on left, upper row) (human - he/him) is a normal human about to head into high school when his single mother very suddenly remarries Moral Nightengale (not shown city fae/? hybrid - she/they). A principal at a high school that caters to specifically hybrid students. Those born of two different species parents. Percy must go through his awkward teen years in an unfamiliar, and frightening environment for someone who has been only been in all human environments his whole life.
During his time in the school, he eventually becomes familiar with a small group of students. (left to right after Percy) Turnip Daisymount (swamp fae/vampire hybrid - he/they), Dottingale Knives (cartoon/banshee hybrid - any pronouns), Cyraeni Pixose (naga/mermaid hybrid - they/them), upperclassman Bartholomew "Barbie" Harbor (kenku/goblin hybrid - he/him), upperclassman Sebastian Corrashell (bullywug/harpy hybrid - he/him), and upperclassman/student president of the gsa Marlowe Deadnettle (Hailosi/Cecaelia hybrid - he/him).
It's a coming of age story about growth and learning to accept people no matter what :^)
me: I should design the gems I promised!
brain: fuck you we’re finishing the wips of the two adult characters we have set aside for hybrid high.
me:
me: uh-
So yea. I’ve had these guys set aside for half a year now and FINALLY decided to line them. These two are very important staff members for the high school, being the Principal and Vice Principal respectively..... And one of them being Percy’s new step parent.
On the top we have Principal Moral Nighshade; A City Fae and.... No one’s sure. She is a hybrid, but no one really knows what of. She created the high school for hybrid children like herself many years ago, creating a safe space so children who were seen as different could be around others like them. She even set it up so on the first day students could get a pronoun pin so people knew how to identify them.
Moral used to work at a bar, for their boring summers and nights to be filled up. This is where they met a very worried-about-her-son Mrs. Hudson..... Their romance was private and whirwind, preparing to get married just over a year into their courtship. And, before Percy even met Moral.
Percy is highly suspicious of Moral and her intentions with his mother at first, as fae are regarded as dangerous and conniving by most humans. But, they become close and bond very well eventually.
Moral uses she/they pronouns, and is able to grow a beard. She’ll not shave it if it’s the weekend.
On the bottom, we have the very kind Vice Principal Gulliver Dirgefall! Widely beloved by the students, Gulliver is a chipper, friendly dullahan-skeleton hybrid who used to teach Theater Lit; where he would teach famous plays to his children. However, he quickly gained the vice principal position due to how beloved he is by all the staff, students, and parents.
He runs the Sexuality and Gender Alliance club at the school, and is a married gay man. Gulliver is a cis male and uses he/him pronouns
I had this dream that actually gave me a really good concept for new characters
Percival “Percy” Peridot Hudson is your average human. The only child of a divorced mother, Percy is a smart child who has buried himself in his studies ever since his parent’s divorce at a young age. He pushes everyone away, and has very few friends. The friends he does have, aren’t terribly close to him either.
This changes when his mother very suddenly remarries a mysterious bachelor and they must move to a new neighborhood.
Percy is yanked from his comfortable, mundane life in the suburbs and placed into a new school. A school that only has hybrids. Half humans, half elves, half fae, etcetera. Many mixed fantasy races roam this school. And Percy just became the first human in the school’s history.
Percy must go through his high school years in this very odd school, having to unlearn stereotypes and stigmas humans have about various species.
He makes actually close friends during this time. One of which is the half swamp fae, half vampire Turnip Foxglove Daisymount. He teaches Percy to relax and let go of his need to be perfect at everything. Percy teaches Turnip that normal is okay sometimes.
Percy is a trans male who uses he/him pronouns and Turnip is a demiboy who uses he/they pronouns.
Your parents hadn’t wanted to give you up. It was a hard season, but surely there had to be better ways. You knew better.
You could practically taste the salt of the soil, and as useless as you were as a planter, you could still tell things about your home, and right now your home was dying. You told them to do it. The only way they knew to ensure a good harvest, for now and forever. Offer a child in the dark part of the woods, where the mushroom circles were clumped together and hard to avoid. Where the fey courts lay.
The fey were surprised to see someone so grown as a child offered. Your smile is not the cute instinct of a babe, but something malicious. You knew how cruel the world could be, with your paper lungs and twisted spine. You who were nothing but a burden to your poor family of farmers.
The fey still take you. A bargain is a bargain, and they could not back out now. There were no lies, and the fey should have expected tricks. They make do, as most creatures will. You are to be wed to a creature whose name has long disappeared, whose every other spouse had vanished. An appeasement, they said. You figured you were going to be killed by your spouse for ‘entertainment’, like the horror stories you heard as a child.
The wedding is a blur of fancy outfits and your frail body being forced into dances that seemed to twist and warp it even further. Your bones crackle as you spin, on the edge of forgetting your own name. Then, just as quickly as the dance begins, it ends.
Your new spouse takes you ti their home, tells you the tricks to the courts. Do not speak unless spoken to, don’t eat the fruit or drink the wine, salt your food, and more. It all seems to blend together, yet you’re sure you could recite those rules by heart as soon as you hear them.
The first few days are quiet. Your spouse seems almost… afraid. Like they’re unsure what to do. Like they’ve never seen a human like you. You fill your time with the few tasks you knew how to complete at home- weaving scraps of thread or grass into cloth. One of the only things you were good for, now a comfort in this unfamiliar place.
You soon find a basket of weaving materials and a loom set up.
You remember what your spouse said about there being no such thing as a gift here in the courts, and so you immediately set to work making something in return. Weaving and cutting and sewing the cloth until it takes shape. The fae and their finery have no use for the simple clothes you make, so you instead make something entirely human: a child’s toy.
You gift the toy and receive an invitation. Dinner with your spouse. It is awkward and stiff and if you look a little too long you can see the flaws in the humanity of their form- but you talk.
There is another invitation the next night.
Your spouse is not, in fact, some dark creature. They are a lonely remnant, the powerful fae of ancient lore. They are scared to break you, their only companion as the courts move on to new ages without them. You assure them you will not let them.
Slowly, as you begin to know more and see more, you begin to see beyond the human facade they put on around you. Their power leaking through the cracks.
It’s beautiful.
There is birdsong and the smell of flowers that leaks through, enticing and earthy. You laugh with your spouse, and when you fall into silence you lean on them and listen to the babbling brook they have in replacement for a heartbeat.
Sometimes you miss your farm, but you know your parents are probably happier, no longer burdened as their harvest is plentiful. You have changed too much to go back to them, become too much fae and not enough human. Yet you have found a place of belonging here, in a spouse who is made of the beautiful parts of nature in a world of strange rules and laws. You have found a home, somewhat loving, and it is all you could ask for.
your parents just sold you as their firstborn to a fey. problem is you’re already an adult.
Hello there!! So a few nights ago I was just thinking about how it's kind of ridiculous that we call Tamlin a tampon. Because a tampon is actually kind of useful, ykwim? And then I was like, but we needed Tamlin so that Feyre would go to Prythian. And then I was like, "Yeah, and you gotta throw away a used tampon cuz it gets toxic, just like Tamlin did" and idk if this was it, but that made me realize that this is it
Fairy trees of the Baltic Coast II by Heiko Gerlicher
Stepped on this weird mushroom thing now this cute girl is asking for my name, I think she might have a crush on me
Well just give them your business card
i'm actually pretty glad that the supernatural isn't more commonplace and normalized in our society because can you imagine walking through the wrong door at work and getting stuck in a labyrinth in another dimension for 50 years only to come back and find out it doesn't count as overtime
This is Lore. They live in the walls and hidden spaces of a castle; making friends with the little beasties that scurry about; eats honeysuckle, violets and rose hip from the gardens. They also enjoy spying on the human inhabitants and drawing the ones that are the most interesting.
Reblog to get the creature to come to you. Like to give them a little gift of some sort.
Hi. Idk how long ago I said I was maybe gonna post here and proceeded to just not but I'm finally actually doing it.
Here's a thing. The proportions may be inconsistent and such but who cares that's not the point of this. It's a costume sketch which means I can maybe hate it a little less than I hate almost everything I put more time into.
On a less self deprecating note, I already have a couple of the pieces done.
Specifically the headpiece and the mask(though the mask is just a prototype):
Everything else hasn't even been started. I need to purchase fabrics and make/alter patterns and do a bunch of sewing and get leather pieces commissioned and all of that but it's a first step.
Idk if I'll do my further updates about this on Tumblr but yeah. I did a thing.
Wendy ignoring texts from her pestering brother in the morning.
(sorry i'm a different alter that forgets tings within 0.1 s) Not sure how much of this is aplicable to you as a fae changeling; but have you ever wondered: What would happen if the human infant were to be randomly be switched back in by your fae ancestors? What if like me; you are more ok as the opposite human glimmer sex and transition the glimmer and then switch back out for the original human infant? (or any equivalent) We generally as fae lack common human empathy but it's still entertaining to ponder the concept of "what if" the human infant were to return to whatever we did to the glimmer perception of them. Sorry if this makes little sense i'm fronting as an alter we aren't usually and i can't formulate things as well as the others.
I think this is a really interesting thing to ponder. I’ve never wondered this before. I don’t actually know if I can even answer this at the moment since I am currently severely lacking in the empathy department. I will try to give a better response when I have thought more about it.
I intend to modify my glamour quite a bit, so the idea of the human being swapped back in is very entertaining to me. They would surely be surprised at the very least.
No need to apologize, you worded your question well.
Inspired by a post by @/wilczak I’ve been thinking a lot about my own desire to have a pet snake.
For nearly all my life I’ve wanted to keep snakes. I had garter snakes for several years before rehoming them when I went to high school and became busier. I’ve always felt a kinship with them. Even before I knew what I was, I knew snakes were my kind.
It took me a long time to realize I was a snake. I knew I was a changeling since I was very young, however the realization that I was a snake took longer to come. I couldn’t see beyond the veil for a long time and only sensed fragments of my true form. Once I realized I was a snake, my attachment to them made so much more sense.
We’re not a social species by any means, however I’ve always wanted to keep snakes because we’re the same. We understand each other in a fundamental way. Largely we’re uninterested in each other, but there’s a sense of camaraderie in shared species-ship.
I love learning about my kind, and the idea of taking care of another sounds very rewarding to me. We are brethren.
On a purely physical level, I love our jaws. Snakes have incredibly flexible jaws which we use to consume prey that’s too large for the average mouth. I just think that’s neat.
I love that so many of us (changelings) are capable of shapeshifting. I find it a very interesting phenomenon. The ways in which we are (and aren’t) able to blend in with humans is fascinating too.
Physical nonhumans, holotheres, supernaturals and any other physical nonhumans, tell me your favorite thing about your biological species that you might think is underrated by others.
So many aspects of your biology feel so special to the self that others might overlook, especially if your kind is generally underrated. Few think about rabbits and hares with the same sense of importance as a hare or a rabbit itself.
Each creature has its own therocentric beliefs and thoughts, the same way humans are very anthropocentric in their view of the value of humanity. Tell me about what you find beautiful about your kind, regardless of if you're elf, alien, zombie, animal or shifter.
Personally I call it the veil or glamour, but I like visage/aspect as well!
Little off topic but glamour has special significance to me since it describes the magic of the fae. Fairies are often described as “wearing” a glamour to hide their true form. For me this means I am charmed to look like a human being even though I am not one.
Offering a term to fellow physical nonhumans* for more natural sounding language/ease of explanation:
The/a visage OR aspect.
What you might see or others see of you even if it isn't actually what's really there.
These are preexisting words that are practically synonymous - visage is defined as being synonymous to aspect which literally means the "appearance to the eye or mind."
So I can say I am physically nonhuman, but my aspect or visage is human - humans see me as a fellow human because they simply are not calibrated to perceive otherwise. My aspect/visage isn't actually me.
*I guess you could use this as a non-physical nonhuman but if you acknowledge your physical humanity I'm not sure where it would fit? Oh well, I don't gatekeep the English language, LOL.