Tag: Fae

valentinvanporcelaine:

Valentin Winter |

Only in the darkness will you find your true self
Howl at the moon to awaken the spell
One cannot judge what the eye cannot see
Outside the realm of humanity
Embrace your fear, don’t dare to run
Only then will you be what you’re meant to become

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write-it-motherfuckers:

You’ve grown up your whole life with your grandmother, never knowing a thing about your parents. She was loving to you, doting, but she never answered your questions of them. While she did let you have the run of the place, she absolutely forbade you from ever going into that strange secret little garden of hers, becoming angry and almost frantic at the mention of it.

Her little garden had tall vine covered walls on all sides, with no visible door. You knew there was one though, having found not only it, hidden behind the twisting vines, but the ornate lock that keeps it shut to you. You know where the key is, having seen your grandmother slip it around her neck each morning as she muttered to herself about Them. You’re not sure who They are, but with little other than your grandmother and the animals to keep you company, your curiosity burns greater every day. 

One morning, she forgets to put on her key as she rushes from the house, reluctantly leaving you behind as you had been feeling progressively weaker as of late. Its only as you get  up to get water, that you notice the key, sitting forgotten on her vanity. You feel a sudden surge of drive at the sight, and decide it cant hurt to take a peek while shes away. 

Eventually you make it to the hidden door, opening it up with a loud click, and slowly stepping through. The garden is beautiful and surreal, filled with life, and in the centre of the garden, you find a wide circle of mushrooms. The closer you step, the stronger you feel, and you find yourself growing closer without even realising it. You look away for only a moment as you hear a car in the distance, but when you look back, there are two people there, both beautiful and strange.

They look a bit like you, you realise, though dressed in elegant, almost regal clothing. Their eyes seem full of emotion as they look at you. To your shock, they sink to their knees at the edge of the circle, reaching out for you with crystal like tears in their eyes, seemingly unable to pass some invisible barrier. 

“Oh little heart! We have waited so long. Please! Please come before its too late! The Thief is killing you the longer she keeps you in this realm. Please little one, come to us”

write-it-motherfuckers:

Antique stores have such a special feel to them, you could let yourself be lost amongst the antiques for hours, and still be content. Everything about antique stores simply draws you in, making you wish you had more time and money to spend there.

Whilst perusing the store for the hundredth time, you come across a tiny clay figure, one you have never noticed before. The figure itself, seems to be some kind of elf, or so you assume, given the pointed ears. His expression is twisted in agony and sorrow, as he clutches something to his chest, his limbs bound to the earth with thick chains. 

Despite its depressing nature, something about it sings to you, and you find yourself buying it without really thinking about it. When you arrive home, it tentatively finds a home on one of your tables.

That night, you dream of it constantly, the clay figure completely still, but a deep gut wrenching cry coming from within. Come morning, you still feel restless and agitated, absently noting that you had cried in your sleep, a feeling of hopelessness and loss, chasing you.

Eventually you reluctantly drag yourself out of bed, trudging into the kitchen and making yourself a drink. In your tired stupor, you knock over the little table. You barely register dropping your cup as you fall to your knees, trying to catch the figure, only to cry out in dismay as it shatters on the ground, a strange dust spilling from within.

Strangely heartbroken, you find yourself sobbing, tears blurring your vision. You’re not sure why it upsets you so much, but the grief is almost too much to bear. Unseen to you, the strange dust that filled the figure, begins to twist and swirl, as soon as your tears reach it. 

Finally the strange phenomenon catches your attention, as the dust begins to glow, swirling faster. Wide eyed, you watch as someone forms from the dust, standing dazedly as they gasp in air. The moment they see you, their eyes widen, and they drop to their knees. With them this close, you find that they look almost identical to the figure, even down to the pointed ears. 

Reaching out for you, their eyes tear up. You feel your heart skip a beat, as the first thing from their mouth, is a broken, desperate, whisper of your name.

monstalove:

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Winter has a reputation behind them, you carefully choose your words and actions around them and thankfully they have been accustomed to wide doe eyes of humans and never comment on them, all they ask for is the freshest of milk and honey placed by your door everyday and you complete the given task as told until a bad season for crops is brought your way and you never worry until you find your whole pantry empty safe for a single loaf of bread, you try to leave it on the porch they pop out of no where and begin to scold you never to leave them anything if you can’t care for yourself first and you’ve seem to have worried them quite a bit since they begin to linger so much by your side you move the gifts from your porch to the table and soon it’s not odd for you to be given a kiss or two

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Summer holds you close and makes all your ambitions, hopes and dreams a reality they take away every trouble you could possibly have as well it’s a perfect world and you can’t even bare to leave no matter how much the debt will be when the dream is over. Lucky for you it seems you aren’t the only one who’s grown attached to dreams(more likely your laugh, the twinkle of eyes and your smile however) and one day the dream is broken and they quite oddly let you go back to your home; summer stays much longer each year from then on and the sun’s warmth stays as well all year long

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Spring gives you the one thing you couldn’t find anywhere else among any other human or fey be it loyalty, unconditional love and you don’t trust them at all for the brightest plants often prove to be the most poisonous ones, you keep a knife in your boot for safe keeping and wait out the months until a better season comes along and you wait for them to eat you but they never do and almost a year later you can’t take the wait any longer and ask them why and they serious as death explain that if they had thought of you that way ever before you would have been gone ages ago. You find it easier to go to sleep beside them at night

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Fall doesnt have a lot compared to other fae groups they don’t have a lavish monoarch and have remained the closest to the earth out of the four courts. You have been warned many times before that their bloodlust was only comparable to pixies and you could never help but to keep sage on you ever since you were a child but when you get lost one dark terrible day they show you the way home, you run into each other a few more times and you can’t ever but help to smile wildly the whole way home and when they quite literally grow on you and you can’t help but eat the fruit that grows alongside your home and you hope you can stay by their side as long as you can

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monstalove:

Winter themed fae hcs

ℹFae are extremely proud and sentimental beings when it comes from their belongings so the only clothes or accessories they wear will be a symbol of their power in some way, for example a garden faery will have the Vines of the plants they help grow wrapped around them. But fae usually don’t wear anything because they don’t have anything “naughty” to cover up

🌲They are gonna be hell bent on getting you to wear less and less until they learn a little bit of human reasoning and /just how emotional pisces humans truly are. So they begin to back off some and learn to respect and care for your own ways of living and looking forward to learning about them.

⚠Like  being ‘cold’ is a thing they never experienced or knew of before so they finally realized part of the reason you needed blankets to go to sleep with and are now always making sure you are warm enough when you go outside and double check to make sure you don’t have frostbite wait until they learn about burns and just about every other damn thing humanly possible

🎿You usually can’t keep up with their speedy asses when you snowshoe alongside them so they pick you up and glide you along the ground which is pretty damn cool also doesn’t understand how you aren’t a ruler among humans because you’re literally so beautiful/handsome to them

💝You kind of change a lot due to being with them, you stop caring about what others are going to think about what you wear and you just do it without a care and get a little more used to the cold despite your faes wishes

❄Your s/o becomes more human like around you as well and loves scarves and hats but still hates shoes with a burning passion (one of the few senses they have are from their feet because they are more vulnerable  compared to the rest of their  tank like bodies and they don’t like not being able to sense the few feelings have) your love isn’t just a unreadable and mischievous canvas now you’ve dashed some love across their heart and dreams now sparkle in their eyes