Icon from a picrew by grgikau. Call me Tir or Julian. 37. He/They. Queer. Twitter: @tirlaeyn. ao3: tirlaeyn. 18+ Only. Star Trek. Sandman. IwtV. OMFD. Definitionless in this Strict Atmosphere.
Wander into a fairy circle, just a circle of mushrooms, come back different from that. Wonder what happened there? Got mushrooms in the brain didn’t they?
Wander into the woods, eat strange food drink strange water, see a strange world, keep going back to the woods for more and why has this happened, what enslaved them? Brain fungus isn’t it?
They don’t live in this world do they, they speak to each other in strange tongues, flit across the world invisibly, appear in many illusionary forms.
We built our world over top of theirs.
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In sweden we have a highway thats extremely prone to strabge accidents and crashes that doesnt make sense, as well as wirness accounts of swedish gnomes. Its said that the road was built on gnome land, abd they are now angry and take vengence on drivers
you’re an adolescent playing in the forest near dusk when a woman appears, acting as a candlelit guide. She quietly ensures you explore it safely and sees you to the edge when you head home, and she is there each time you return. you realize you never see her in the rest of town. Years pass, you stop exploring and move away to pursue life. One day you return as an established adult, deciding to visit for old times sake and learn she’s delighted to see you… but she hasn’t aged a day. 🕯
ok ok ok ok YA-style paranormal romance story where it’s the POV of the supernatural side of couple and they’re just constant of awe of their human partner constantly and casually breaking the immutable laws of nature
human: (lies)
hot fairy dude: what the FUCK
human: (enters a home without being invited)
sexy vampire lady: how the hell–
the sibling of a YA dystopian fantasy story with some sort of supernatural being discovering they’re half human and discovering all these new super powers and getting training from masters. so it’s like some confused human teaching a fairy they can just not count the grains of rice. and this is all training so the fairy can topple an evil fairy overlord
okay if we’re going with TOTAL reversal then yes, it has to be a human evil defeated by a “chosen one” magical creature using human skills, BUT. the climax needs to have them recognizing and accepting their dual identity. steal-your-name power but make it human. by which i mean they defeat the CEO with identity theft
The fae smiled, sharply: “Give me your name, child.”
“Uhhhhh. Stick.”
“What.”
“Does Leaf work better? I’m just kinda looking around this clearing. Look, I’m trans, I haven’t decided on one yet, I’m throwing some spaghetti at the wall, you know how it is.”
Fae are born with features sharp and narrow, yet this one seems to soften as Moss looks at it. Its grin— sharp, teeth gleaming, its eyes— cutting, searching, the jut and pull of its jaw enough to scratch glass. It does not blink. Branch does not blink. It softens.
“I said, give me your name, child.”
“I still haven’t picked one,” Grass defends, even now still hoping for a way out of a faeries deal.
“No. But your parents did. Give me your name, child, and it shall no longer be yours. The entity of your name shall no longer exist, and you will be free for whichever name you choose— Leaf, or Stick, or Lichen.”
“…oh.” says Petal, and in the next moment a name falls from their lips. It is not their name. It never has been. The fae is sharp and cutting and witty, that moment of softness an imagined slight.
“Very well, child. Be warned of mushroom circles, should you lose your name again.”
“Okay,” Mushroom smiles, and the Fae pulls itself away from their reality in a swirl of feathers and silk.
When they go home for the first time in two months, their mother frets over them in a way she had not since they were a child, and she calls them by no name at all.
Goddamn. This is my favorite version of ‘faeries take your name’, that’s it, we can all go home now.
[footage of the inside of an ordinary Eastern-European home, taken with a handheld phone camera, the man filming is walking from the living room to the back door of the house]
man, narrating in russian: Every fucking year, this time of the year, the pond at my backyard gets infested. What do ponds get infested with? Frogs? Poisonous weeds? Geese? No. Not my pond.
[The man opens the back door, stepping out into a garden. Three or four nude, human-like figures dash from the borders of a pond back into the water.]
man: Rusalki! I don’t know where they come from or how they get here, and I can’t afford to hire an exterminator every year. I can’t let my cat outside anymore. Last year a rusalka managed to drown a whole deer in my pond, the stench was unbearable.
[He walks as he speaks, approaching the pond. There are several eerily beautiful female beings peering at him from under the surface, their long hair floating in the murky water. Their eyes are gleaming in an unhuman way. The man holding the camera stops to film them.]
man, calm and deadpan: What the fuck are all of you staring at. Get jobs or something.
[One of the rusalki, smaller than the others and clearly not a fully matured adult, slowly reaches out of the water with her white, thin hand, grasping his ankle. He appears unconcerned.]
man: You can’t drown me, you little idiot. You’re too small. Shoo!
[A loud thud startles the rusalki, making them scatter. A second thud makes it clear these are the approaching footsteps of something massive. The man turns around and points the camera at what appears to be a house, walking past above the treeline with chicken-like legs]
man, now yelling: IF YOUR HOUSE SHITS ON MY YARD AGAIN I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD-
just look at this and try to tell me a spectral train doesn’t appear on these tracks at midnight on the night of each full moon to whisk you away to lands unknown
“Lie close,” Laura said, Pricking up her golden head: “We must not look at goblin men, We must not buy their fruits: Who knows upon what soil they fed Their hungry thirsty roots?”
A wolf goes for a walk in the woods and meets a dog for the first time
🔥Dragons: easily excited and likes being the centre of attention, warm heart and friendly to everyone, secretly holds grudges, likes adrenaline rushes
🍄Faeries: loves floral scents, often loses track of time by being in the clouds too much, sings along to the radio, gets sad when they think about their past
🌸Nymphs: dancers, loves being in the middle of nature, easily infatuated by love, knows a lot of flower species, sleepy most of the time, likes routine
🌊Mermaids: emotional but a bit detached, calmed by solitude, acts naïve but knows everything, secretive about true feelings, good at reading people
🕊Angels: loves strawberries & literature, can’t stop admiring beautiful people, avoids conflict, blushes a lot when they get embarrassed, smiles easily, caring
🍃Elves: eloquent speakers or thinkers, constant sarcastic internal monologue, very competitive but they don’t show it, acts cold but are secretly soft
