dragon-and-lion  asked:

Okay so in European folklore (especially the isles) it's said that corgis are faery steeds... So does this mean there is a pack of corgis that roam campus during finals week that everyone knows better then to go pet? (no matter how much they NEED to)

This is an absolutely delightful bit of lore I didn’t know about before and I very much want this to be the case, yes

This is Sir Velluto VI, next heir of the Unseelie throne since their current king, Saturnine, doesn’t really want actual commitment with 300+ kids and a consort so he choose some rando fairy aristocrat lover who he had a one night stand w/ once and who just so happened to have grownup children (and a Ton of Money).

Velluto is treated almost like a son to Saturnine but their relationship is more like a mentor and apprentice ordeal. He is a rather eccentric fellow who would much rather be a astronomer than a king, but would gladly hold his family name up in honor. He seems to be very close to his king’s butler and advisor, Cornelius, if not, secretly low key crushing on him. Cornelius doesn’t know that since Velluto is bad at expressing himself since his family has always taught him to be refined and emotionless.

anonymous asked:

Hello! Can you tell me more about faeries and companions, or where I might be able to learn more about them (whether be links, books, etc;)? I've never experienced either, so perhaps in order to, I need to learn more about them so I can open my mind to them and look for signs/details? I've searched them up online before, but have been unable to find much. Thank you! Love your blog!! 💞 (They seriously need a set of witch emojis)

Hey there! I have made a few posts on the subject of spirit companions, which you can find here! I also have a whole tag for spirit companions here, and spirit communication here. I would suggest checking those out, theres a bunch of useful info in both!

anonymous asked:

Faeries and goblins in Underground anon: Fairy Kingdom and Dark Forest are autonomous and exist in a place between human world and the Underground. The trolls often trade with Dark Forest for things like wood and herbs. Bog's scepter is actually an ancient gift from the trolls to the royal family, given as a symbol of alliance. Fairies are treated a bit more coolly (too similar to humans) but acknowledged as belonging in the Underground since they have their own mottled history with Aboveground.

Faeries and goblins in Underground anon (Part 2): Stricklander has visited Dark Forest more than once. He has a snarky, mutually grudging respect/shared misery thing going on with Bog. Grudging, because Stricklander feels that Bog is too wrapped up in his own issues, and Bog finds the changeling’s methods and motives kinda shifty. (Ha ha, pun) Still they’re the closer to friends than enemies, which for both is a kind of novel experience.

Faeries and goblins in Underground anon (Part 3): Stricklander, Barbara + the kids visit the Dark Forest for reasons one time. Griselda happily grandmothers the kids “in preparation for the future grandbabies” to Bog’s mortification. Marianne and Barbara get along swimmingly, to Bog and Strickler’s mutual horror and titillation.

Originally posted by i-am-a-lucky-artefact

There is absolutely NOTHING about this that I do not LOVE. 

Bog and Stricklander being Very Reluctant Frenemies. Marianne and Barbara being Badass Gal Pals. 




Magic, Mothers and Moral Lessons in Beauty and the Beast:

OKay, so just a bit of personal head canon Drabble here I explored a little. I love fairytales, and narrative theory, and the complex structures they employ - and often in fairy tales the good ‘dead’ mother and the wicked fairy are often just simplified ways of exploring the fact that people can be complex and that mothers aren’t simply just angelically good, or incurably wicked..

The Enchantress was once, in her younger days, a wild Breton faerie, who tried life as a mortal for a brief while. It took her fancy for a moment, as such things do with the Unseelie Folk, and it was her humour to be a mortal princess, seeing the handsome Monsieur Le Prince de Villeneuve out hunting in the woods. She appears at first to him as a beautiful milk-white stag, bounding through the trees and looking back at him with preternatural, haunting dark eyes. He follows, entranced, until the milk-white stag melts into the form of a lovely dark-eyed maiden. She doesn’t tell him she is Faerie. She simply smiles and lets her beauty speak for her – and Monsieur le Prince falls in love, carries his woodland bride back from the forest to reign in triumph as La Princesse de Villeneuve. A perfect fairytale, if you like.

But that is where the fairytale ends.
The marriage lasts five years. And by the end, Madame has been tried sorely by her husband – a boorish, cruel and disdainful aristocrat at heart, selfish, with no care for his people or the land he rules. She has tired of the game of Princess – and, being faerie, Madame L’ Enchantresse slips off her mortal form, leaving the empty shell behind like an abandoned coat. She’s sorry to leave her innocent, sweet little golden-haired mortal son behind, but fairies do not make good mothers. She made sure le petit Prince was surrounded by good, faithful servants and retainers who will give her son the guidance he needs to grow up a good and kind Prince… And she has faith (perhaps too much faith) in the lessons she’s already taught him in being kind.
She means to go back. She truly does. But faerie folk forget how time passes for mortals, and when the enchantress return to see how her fine son has grown, it’s too late.
He’s become a painted miniature of his father, all disdain and affectation and callous disregard for other people. The faithful servants were too obsequious, too afraid of his father, and she left him too young for him to really remember her or those long-ago lessons. He has become a monster in powder and velvet patches.
The hated father and husband is long dead. No use directing her rage at the man who made her son what he is. But the faerie are quick to anger and slow to relent. The servants shouldn’t have let it happen, they should have done something to protect her son… and the evil Monsieur le Prince wrought in his lifetime is threatening to continue into the next generation.
Something must be done. A sharp lesson for her son and a chastisement for the servants who betrayed her trust (the thought that her own “death” and neglect made him what he is doesn’t cross her mind, in her fury. Not yet)
She gives him one last chance. The inevitable happens.
The woods where the enchantress roamed as a milk-white stag are now filled with eternal snow and gaunt, savage white wolves – a reflection of her own cold hatred for her husband and his legacy.
As the years go by ( and the enchantress has learnt her lesson, she stays close by to watch her curse unfold) she feels remorse for what she did in anger to the castle’s inhabitants.And the villagers, wandering in a fog, never remembering what or who they’d lost. But a curse can’t simply be lifted, once cast. The enchantment must be broken by set strictures.
That said… there is never any harm in helping things along…indirectly. A tree struck by lightning, a little mortal assistance – and a well placed crumbling buttress, beneath the feet of a man who resembles her husband not a little. The white wolves feast on what is left beneath the cliff before the magic takes them forever. She feels a distinct satisfaction in that. She had her revenge, after all.
And this time, she has created a happiness that will endure, and repaid the debt she owes her son. All is well.

Gratitude for today:

1. My cough is lessening; it still flares up with activity, but every day is a little bit better;

2. My Thursday morning coffee treat included a gluten free breakfast sandwich;

3. I got called slurs by someone clearly mentally ill (and he was following me) but I was able to get away through the tunnels connecting county buildings, so to him, I disappeared into nowhere. (I’m a magical faerie);

4. I think I look cute today. That’s a rarity;

5. I have a good attorney working with me. She understands the system, as she has been an assistant attorney general, a public defender, and she’s kind, quirky, and radical politically. This is a huge change from my prior attorney, who was nasty to anyone she deemed “under” her;

6. I decided to have lunch with the guy that asked me out. I’m going to explain that I really have zero interest in getting involved with anyone emotionally or physically right now, but let’s be friends and see how it plays out over time;

7. No contentious motions on the court calendar today.

Elayah Headcanons

Downworlder Week - Day 4 - Faerie Day

Elayah is my mermaid OC and Ragnor Fell’s wife. She’s going to play a pretty big part in the Fell Chronicles, so I thought I’d write some headcanons to introduce her.

  • She’s very gentle and kind-hearted, but oh boy you do not wanna fuck with her. Mermaids are terrifying when they’re pissed off
  • She loves poetry and writes a lot of her own. But she prefers to recite it to people rather than have them read it, so she also has a lot of poetry - both her own and others’ - committed to memory
  • She also plays piano and has written a few of her own songs, but she doesn’t enjoy this as much as writing her own poetry so mostly she plays other peoples’ pieces
  • She loves and rain and storms, but she has to be super careful if she goes out in the rain because if her legs get wet she’s gonna get a little bit stuck…
  • Being a mermaid, she’s pretty vain. It’s almost impossible for her to pass any kind of reflective surface without her taking a moment to look at her reflection
  • Is actually capable of getting Ragnor to not be an asshole to people, and scolds him when he is unless it was deserved
  • The only time she reads anything other than poetry is when Ragnor is reading something. She likes to rest her head on his shoulder and read it with him, no matter what it is