fair folk*

thedarkonessecretary  asked:

This might be a half-baked idea, but what about the dual-credit/high school students that take classes at Elsewhere UN (If there are any). Them not knowing about the fair folk at first, but quickly learning and keeping iron, salt, and any other protective measures with them everywhere they go (including their home school). Their friends asking about their weird habits, and them giving their friends iron jewelry and insisting that they always wear it "just because". (maybe more on this later.)

Oh wait yes fantastic! And like two thirds of the time it’s not even because they learn about the Fair Folk, it’s just taking part in this weird school tradition thing that all the university students seem so intense about. Some of the kids going home do so armed and more aware of what’s waiting in the shadows, wherever they end up. But others just think it’s a Cool College Thing College Kids Do. And here’s the thing: they’ll forget the longer they spend away. The kids who end up going to non-EU schools after high school will forget why they have these habits, long after they’ve realised that in fact EU had some pretty goddamn weird traditions.

On the topic of humans being everyone’s favorite Intergalactic versions  of Gonzo the Great:
Come on you guys, I’ve seen all the hilarious additions to my “humans are the friendly ones” post. We’re basically Steve Irwin meets Gonzo from the Muppets at this point. I love it. 

But what if certain species of aliens have Rules for dealing with humans?

  • Don’t eat their food. If human food passes your lips/beak/membrane/other way of ingesting nutrients, you will never be satisfied with your ration bars again.
  • Don’t tell them your name. Humans can find you again once they know your name and this can be either life-saving or the absolute worst thing that could happen to you, depending on whether or not they favor you. Better to be on the safe side.
  • Winning a human’s favor will ensure that a great deal of luck is on your side, but if you anger them, they are wholly capable of wiping out everything you ever cared about. Do not anger them.
  • If you must anger them, carry a cage of X’arvizian bloodflies with you, for they resemble Earth mo-skee-toes and the human will avoid them.
    • This does not always work. Have a last will and testament ready.
  • Do not let them take you anywhere on your planet that you cannot fly a ship from. Beings who are spirited away to the human kingdom of Aria Fiv-Ti Won rarely return, and those that do are never quite the same.

Basically, humans are like the Fair Folk to some aliens and half of them are scared to death and the others are like alien teenagers who are like “I dare you to ask a human to take you to Earth”.

It occurs to me that one possible reason why I find fairies of the Fair Folk Beautiful and Terrible Kings and Queens Blah Blah boring and vaguely distasteful is that when you strip down all the glamour, they’re basically bored irresponsible rich kids randomly fucking with average people for their amusement just because they can. Like I get that Spring Storms Made Flesh and Lords of the Secret World but if Kellyaghnn from PE invited you to a Victorian-themed party complete with 1000$-a-piece tiny hats at her sixteen-room mansion with all her immaculately spray-tanned friends who giggle about What Fools These Working Classes Be, and then when you ate a single raisin promptly told you that now you have to stay in her house and work as her servant for free for the rest of your life to pay it off, possibly while dressed as a farm animal, you wouldn’t respond by sighing dreamily about how she’s Beyond Good and Evil.

Offerings to the Fair Folk

Some offerings that faeries appreciate (some commonly accepted, a tiny bit of UPG).

1. Honey

2. Milk (you can mix it with the honey)

3. Thyme (both burnt as incense and grown in window sills or gardens)

4. Shiny objects (coins, jewelry, polished stones)

5. Sweet things (such as candies or small baked goods)

6. Many people set out bread for the fae

~The following is all UPG~

7. Firecrackers, sparklers, etc.

8. They seem to enjoy jokes and pranks. You can offer up a prank in their name–just make sure that the person you’re pranking won’t be upset and there’s no risk of anyone being injured

9. Rose buds, burnt as incense or just set on an altar or outside

REMEMBER: Be careful with incense; some people are allergic to certain herbs and plants. Also, if you set off any fireworks or use anything with TNT, make sure it’s legal where you live, and use proper precautions.

Also, be cautious and respectful when working with faeries–just like you should with humans!

A Fey Prompt List

Have a Fey Prompt List, as requested by more of you than I can list. 

1) “Our nations are at war,” the unseelie murmured, nipping the human’s ear. They were a moonlight of a creature, dark hair and pale eyes. 
“And you,” said the seelie as they kissed the human’s neck. “Make a perfect peace treaty. Don’t you want peace?” Golden as summer, dark skinned and as radiant as the spring.
“Or perhaps a perfect weapon?” The unseelie turned the human’s head, to steal a kiss from their mouth this time. “In peace, that is often the same thing.””

2) I thought I could save myself - isn’t that what happened in a fairytale?
Not in the old ones, you promised with a winter’s smile.

3) The child reached up curiously to touch ethereal wings, awed like a moth drawn to flame, delighted by the colours and the magic flickering offered in the Fey Queen’s hand. The fey loved children, for all children are a little fey. The same amorality, the same delights and games and unintentional cruelties. The child laughed, and clambered a little closer to get a better look. 

Her parents watched in horror. 

4) “What is…this?” his boyfriend looked at the ice rink with a mixture of awe and horror. “We don’t have this.” In the world his fairy came from, everything was sunshine and blossom and bloom. A summer paradise. 
He grinned and held out a hand. “You’re going to love it.”

5) I’m nobody’s pet,” the human bit out. 
The fey was silent for a moment, watching as the human panted for breath, cheeks flushed with rage. “Did you not agree willingly to come with us?”
“Well - yes - but-”
“-But what? You were not taken, you were not imprisoned. You gifted yourself to our kind and to suggest otherwise is astonishingly rude and disgustingly human. You would call us cruel simply because our ways are different to your own.”

6)  Away with the fairies, the grown ups said among themselves. 
Grown ups should know better than to tease the fair folk with such challenges.

7) “I didn’t mean to hurt you.” The fey ducked their head, to try and meet their lover’s eyes. “I forget myself. We are - humans are - your hearts are different than ours.” Softer, eyes closed, with fluttering kisses. “I would never intentionally hurt you. My memory of pain is so fleeting, my sorrows like footsteps in sand. I am the prince of summer. I can only love you like summer does. I’m sorry.”

Dear Argyle,

I hope you never need to find this note. I just need to know someone will understand when I’m gone, if I’m gone. It all started freshman year. 

A silver-haired girl was sitting alone in the middle of the quad, absently chewing a blade of grass. She looked high as a kite, and I was concerned. I had not yet learned what curiosity could lead to, so I walked closer, forgetting every whispered warning I had heard. I wasn’t even carrying anything iron.

“Freshie! Get over here!” It was Flower, the TA from my literature class, and she looked absolutely panicked.

“What’s wrong with–”

“Shut up,” she muttered. Her hand moved briefly in front of her face. Within seconds, her mood ring was back on her finger, but whatever she saw had horrified her, and she pulled me back into the building without saying another word. I caught sight of a form approximating a man in my peripheral vision, standing too close to the girl.

“What the hell was that?” I asked Flower as soon as we got inside. 

“Try not to worry about it, Ada,” she said. “I think he saw you taking an interest, but you might still be okay. They leave the scientists alone. You might not have attracted too much attention.”

“What are you talking about? What’s going on? I’ll ask her if you don’t tell me,” I said, like an idiot. I wasn’t nearly as scared as I should have been.

Flower closed her eyes. “I guess it’s better than letting you make it even worse… Bambi and I used to be best friends. A bunch of us, back in the day, used to be happy to be swept up in the revels. We were so naive back then.”

“Wait, so it’s all real?”

“Of course it’s all real,” Flower said, rolling her eyes. “We didn’t believe any of the darker stories at the time, of course. We thought they were just meant to spook us into staying in our dorms and doing our homework.”

“What were the revels even like?”

“Even if I had the words, I don’t quite have the memories, except for faded hints of what we did. We should have realized what a problem that was after the first time, but what we could remember was so intoxicating… We all danced, we all sang, but it was always Bambi they wanted to hear from the most. She had a knack for playing with poetry, turning Renaissance sonnets into mesmerizing songs. It sometimes seemed like the Gentry were only letting her leave so she could come back knowing more poetry, carrying more beauty to share with them. She was never quite careful enough- she loved knowing that her songs had the power to entrance these beings beyond her understanding. After a while, the rest started wondering if we should stop going, if it was really worth it, but Bambi wouldn’t be convinced. She thought we were just jealous, and maybe we were.”

She stopped for a minute. “One night, things got blurrier than usual. Her idiot of a boyfriend was there, I remember that. The kind of hometown moron who wasn’t going to pay attention to the rules. She brought him anyway. Bambi was careful not to say anything about it, but one of the Gentry had been hovering too close to her, and she might have wanted to make some kind of statement by waving a boyfriend in front of him, to say she was unavailable or just to provoke his jealousy or something. I don’t know for sure, but they sure as hell don’t work like humans, I don’t know why she tried it.” Flower sighed. 

“She disappeared that night. Her boyfriend somehow emerged unscathed, and the rest of us wondered if he had traded her name away for his own safety.”

“But she’s here–”

“I’m not finished. People started seeing a doe running around campus. They gave her a wide berth, since she wore an amethyst necklace inscribed with a Latin phrase from one of the poems she adapted. We knew for sure when her boyfriend died in a hunting accident, but no one said anything.”

“It could be a coincidence–” 

“Shut up. It wasn’t. A few months later, Bambi appeared. She wasn’t a changeling, but she was different, emptier. She gets like this sometimes. We all try not to notice when she starts zoning out and eating leaves, or when she disappears. It’s better that way. She’s been doing alright, but we still keep our distance. She has never taken the necklace off, and it says not to touch her. That’s why I had to stop you from getting too close. I don’t know what would have happened if you had.”

I wore an iron ring after that, and made sure to wear gloves when we handled anything containing silver in the lab. I didn’t want to see… 

People kept whispering about Bambi, kept giving her a wide berth. I’m sure you’ve heard about her. She graduated that year, and instantly became a professor of songwriting at EU. Whenever I went home, I would find articles about the mysterious winner of so many music awards, speculating about why she never left town. In the one picture the world has of her, her necklace is turned around to hide the writing on the gems, her eyes are downcast, and her silver hair looks otherworldly. It always stuns me that the general population hasn’t guessed that there is magic surrounding her. 

I’m supposed to be out of here by the end of the month, but I need an art credit to graduate. The only class available was Bambi’s. I should have waited another semester, but I got paranoid that the school was trying to trap me here. I made the wrong move.

I have been writing the most beautiful songs, dreaming dreams that I can’t remember, dreams that leave me feeling wild and exhilarated and fearful when I wake up. Yesterday, in class, Bambi looked at us, her once soft eyes unfeeling and vacant, and announced that attending and singing at an upcoming performance in an undetermined location was the only way to pass the class. Hopefully, it works out fine. After all, Flower and the rest of her friends made it out okay… but I’m not sure. I think I was seen.

If I don’t come back, please just tell my mom I ran away to be a singer. It’s close enough to the truth.

Your friend,

Ada Lovelace

This story was inspired by @charminglyantiquated‘s @elsewhereuniversity! Feel free to share!

- Grace Babcock © 2017


Species Aesthetics → Faeries, Fey or Fair Folk

“This is how a faerie loves: with her whole body and soul. This is how a faerie loves: with destruction…This is how a faerie loves: with a gift.”

-Cassandra Clare & Robin Wasserman

Fae Offerings


Milk, Tea, Cream, Cheese, Butter, Bread Crumbs, Strawberries, Blueberries, Raspberries, Fruit Variations, Honey, Juices, Baked Goods, Cakes, Spring Water, Sugar


Rosemary, Rose, Spice Variations, Lavender, Vanilla, Barely, Ginger, Jasmine, Almond, Thyme, Bluebell, Pansy, Clover, Heather, Lilac, Mistletoe, Peony, Milkweed, Poppy


Amethyst, Quartz, Citrine, Rose Quartz, Peacock Ore, Rainbow Moonstone, Garnet, Opal


Apple, Oak, Hawthorn, Elder, Ash, Willow, Rowan, Alder


Gems, Gold, Silver, jewelry, shiny objects, flute music, floral, garden, oils, candles, incense, bubbles.

Faerie/Fair Folk Starters
  • "They say strange things gather at the crossroads."
  • "Whatever you do, keep your head down and don't look anyone in the eyes."
  • "Entering a faerie circle is an easy way to get killed."
  • "Won't you come dance with us?"
  • "You're a foolish creature...but, a beautiful one. I think I'll keep you for awhile."
  • "Never insult the fair folk. Talk about them with respect, unless you're just dying to be cursed."
  • "Come away, oh human child."
  • "They can be kept at bay with iron, a salt circle, or certain herbs. But you still have to be careful!"
  • "I've taken you as my bride/groom. You should be happy!"
  • "Please, tell me you didn't eat anything they gave you!"
  • "When I was little, one of my friends disappeared after walking into a faerie circle. I never saw them again."
  • "Have you ever heard of something called "The Wild Hunt?"
  • "If you manage to impress them, you might be granted a favor."
  • "I fulfilled my promise; I gave you exactly what you asked for!"
  • "You were the one who was willing to gamble what you couldn't afford to lose."
  • "Real faeries aren't anything like Tinkerbell. Real faeries are fucking terrifying."
  • "It's said that they steal teeth from children."
  • "I hate to break it to you, but that baby's not yours, or for that matter, human."
  • "They'll put a glamour on you. You won't be able to speak, or fight back."
  • "Time passes differently in their world than it does in ours."
  • "They can't cross running water."
  • "I told you never to ask them for a favor!"
  • "You helped me. And now I will help you."
  • "Once it has you in its thrall, it won't ever let you go."
  • "What a good mortal. I'm glad I decided to keep you."

See, at my college~ there are all kinds of old traditions, and superstitions. Cassie and I never really took them too seriously, that was until Cassie disappeared for a week and came back completely different. On this campus, it’s not abnormal for people to suddenly change. But we don’t talk about it, even if they know. So we don’t talk about Cassie anymore~

[[okay, so the cause of this was not my own idea or any of that and is the fastest of doodles because I’m obsessed. The idea belongs to @charminglyantiquated who started this whole elsewhere university thing. I just couldn’t get the idea of two people who went to this university together and one of them gets replaced leaving the other to deal with a changeling best friend/roommate. I might do more with this but I had to get it out of my head or I was going to explode]]

Hey, I need people to follow, so y'all should reblog if you have a blog dedicated to witchcraft and/or Paganism, especially if you post:

•Stuff about Greek, Celtic, and Norse deities

•Stuff about curses and hexes

•Bone and death witchcraft

•Spiritwork stuff

•Faery info

(Also, if you reblog and I don’t follow, it doesn’t necessarily mean I don’t like your blog. Last time I posted one of these I got more notes than I had time to look through, so that might be why.)

In the tales of old, the fae were terrifying. They were deadly and creatively gory and would kill your livestock and kidnap you The world was so, so young but they were ageless. The humans were fighting against fearsome beings with sticks and kind names and words.

Less fae as a type of sarcastic trickster or wiry woman who will steal your children. More fae as old gods who will render you blind you for noticing them or will kill you simply for being out too late at night. More fae that are simply unknowable and unstoppable. Not a more cultured type of demon, but a purely incomprehensible entity.

Fae Folk of the House/Garden, Pt.1

Just about every witch knows about them, but they remain to be some of the most mysterious parts of witchcraft and paganism.  They faye (fay, fae, or however you may spell it) are a range of beings that, while they aren’t human, do have an effect on the lives of humans, be it benevolent, neutral, or occasionally malevolent. They take many forms, from the house brownie of Scotland to the Dryads of the Greek woods.  I’ll be focusing on house and garden fae, which are the one’s I’ve had the most experience with.  

Note:  This is by no means a definitive list, and the fae in your realm may behave differently from those described here.  Be mindful of the fae folk as they are quite powerful, and in many cases, to anger one is to anger all, so please treat them with respect.  It is also important to note that fae are not to be confused with spirits, that is, the presence of a person who has died.  They are entirely separate, and I may do an article on them later. 

Brownies-  A personal favorite of mine, brownies are small humanoids that reside in the unused parts of a house, often closets, attics, crawl spaces, or holes in the wall.  They help about the house with tidying and general upkeep, generally in exchange for small gifts of food.  They are said to enjoy honey and porridge the most.  They are a skittish lot, and work almost exclusively at night.  If the humans of a house misuse the brownie’s work, trying to get them to do more than the brownie is willing, or if they refer to the food left for the brownie as payments, this will generally cause the brownie to leave.  They were generally treated as small, absent family members, with wealthy houses even leaven a small seat for them open next to the hearth.

Hobs- Hobs are similar to brownies in that they do help with work, but they do gardening as well as housekeeping.  More powerful hobs are said to make plants grow faster, and some could cure illnesses such as whooping cough.  Another difference from the brownie is that they tend to move about, from one area to another, as they please.  If a hob proved a nuisance, as they would occasionally, a set of new clothes as a gift could usually cause them to move on.  Hobs, along with brownies, were the inspiration for J.K. Rowling’s house elves as well.

Goblins- a wide range of fae that are generally malevolent without being dangerously so.  They are many different kinds, including boogeymen, ghouls, bugbears, and wirry-cows.  They all share in the delight in frightening humans, as well as a general propensity towards vice, such as a goblin’s notorious greed. What sets them apart from other malevolent fae is that other than fear, and rarely theft of objects, they have little to no effect on the lives of humans.

Banshees- Banshee’s are different.  A Banshee is a generally female fae that begins to wail as she senses that someone is dying. Originating in Ireland, far off heard shrieks were, and by some still are, seen as auguries of death.  There is some dispute as to whether a banshee is a fae or spirit, I’ve put her here for now.

Changelings- Changelings are said to be fae that spirit away human children, generally infants, and replace them with a changeling child.  These children are supposed to grow and develop differently from a ‘real’ child, often in unpleasant or disturbing ways.  Dismissed by many people in the modern world as an ancient explanation for disabilities and mental handicaps, some people in the aforementioned communities have begun to identify with changelings, feeling that they are of a separate species, raised away from their true people.  Children were believed to be vulnerable to changelings until they were baptized, or at least blessed.The existence of changelings is still a hotly debated topic among neo-pagan communities, just as they were once great fears of new families.

Hobgoblins- Aptly named, these fae contain the helpfulness of a hob, and yet also have a much wider trickster streak like a goblin.  They appreciate gifts like brownies, but will leave if offered clothes like a hob.  The most famous hobgoblin perhaps is Puck of A Midsummer Night’s Dream by William Shakespeare, who perfectly captured the balance of mischief and aid a hobgoblin tends to offer.  They are often described as small, hairy men.

Domovoi- A Slavic fae that stood as protector of the house.  It may live inside of the stove, under the threshold, or with livestock.  It’s said to be masculine, and resemble the master of the house, but almost always having a grey beard, and sometimes small horns or tails.  The Domovoi keeps guard over the house and may help with gardening, and like the brownie, takes joy in small gifts, though the Domovoi enjoys tobacco, bread, salt, and oil as well as milk, honey, and porridge.  He also acts as an augur, if he’s dancing, singing, or laughing, it is said that good times are ahead, but if he wails, especially in the night, or worse, makes himself deliberately visible to a member of the family, death or misfortune is on its way.

So this ends part one, tomorrow I should get part two up.  Blessed be, and don’t forget to leave the brownies a snack!


The Seelie faerie Honeydew and and an ancient, primordial great^20 grandparent of hers (and perhaps many other fae). This ancestor who was known as Pterophora, was a Grigori angel who fought during the Rebellion in Lucifer’s army.

After Lucifer and his closest followers were imprisoned what is now Hell, those who either expressed their support for Lucifer but did not take action or was not particularly close to Lucifer were banished, but they weren’t imprisoned; they were sentenced to live the rest of their lives in a remote area in Purgatory that is now known as Fairyland. This numerous amount of fallen angels soon began to mate* with each other and eventually after many years of evolution, a new species was born: the Fae.

Although the Fae are a thriving species, little is known about what happened to their fallen angel ancestors and there’s much speculation on their current status.

*Although a few types of angels are able to reproduce to an extent, it is highly discouraged due to the taboo surrounding it. Most angels, except for the Grigori and some Guardians, are unable to reproduce.

Elsewhere University- Feathers (part 2)

part one   EDIT: part three

Hey there!! Once again, playing in @charminglyantiquated‘s sandbox. the original comic this was inspired by can be found here (go read it!!), and the blog for everything Elsewhere is @elsewhereuniversity


(For all that you belong here, have the dirt and salt and scent and feathers to prove it, for all that, Elsewhere has a hold of you now. Time to see which hold is stronger.)

Part 2:

You go through security, board the plane. None of the metals pull at your bones. Just to see if you can, you spin fanciful lies about yourself as you make conversation with your seat mate.

(The words want to stick in your throat, but you’re mostly sure that’s from years (and years and years) of choosing your words ever so carefully with strangers, and not for any less …mundane a reason.)

Keep reading


Warlocks, Werewolves, Vampires, Fair Folk, and Shadowhunters