fair folk*

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”.

on loving the human

i. they will not appreciate all your gifts, will akin them to a cat bringing dead mice to their feet. this is fine. everything else you give, they will find gorgeous. if you are vain enough, give them something of yours to wear. if you are rash enough, give them something of yours to wear. they will find it beautiful and every Other will know you’ve claimed that one. be sure no one else, such as Not-Cat or even the crows, have done the same yet. a human, no matter their talents, would be worth such a war. you must remember this, if you see them keeping feathers-blacker-than-night in their hair/pockets/pouches. you might be able to fool them from another Fair, but, if the birds have gotten to them, there is no return. best to pick another that can catch your attention. any of them would start pleased with that.

ii. to appear human while first wooing them is best. you will need two ears, two eyes, a nose with (only!) two nostrils, 32 teeth, 206 bones, and about 640 muscles that do not slide or slip or slush. both halves of your (singular) face must react together, but not mechanically, robotically, stiffly, or in any manner similar to plastic or silicon. one side of your mouth must not be higher or lower than the other unless it is a facial expression, of a half-smile or frown. your eyes must not be too close together, or too far apart, your ears must be even, the spacing of your nose-to-eyes-to-ears-to-forehead must all be within a certain ratio. if you must, watch a good artist space faces to see the estimate. but you must not be too perfect, either: your teeth not too straight or too white, your nails not too clean or pristinely cut or without variation, your skin not too blemish-free. you need some faults in order to appear human. you must maintain solid form at all times. still, it’s likely they’ll know, regardless. at least, they’ll probably appreciate the effort. (remember, being seen without protection is even more telling. keep sugar and pewter/tin/aluminum with you at all times; these will look enough like salt and iron. it is also advisable you carry ‘offerings,’ even if you never leave them anywhere. creamer cups are most popular.)

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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!

Fae Offerings

Food:

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

Herbs:

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

Crystals:

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

Trees:

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

Other:

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

dopejellyfishstudentthings said:
Hi Cassie I just wanted to ask a question about the wild hunt. In COHF the wild hunt was able to enter Alicante despite it being fey proofed with cold iron etc. However in LOS we see that Kieran, Gwyn are both affected by anti fey stuff. So does this mean that while the hunt is protected against anti fey stuff hunters as individuals aren’t protected? Thx

The ‘fey-proofing’ of Alicante didn’t prevent any faeries from entering the city. Indeed, Alicante was crawling with fey warriors during the Dark War. What the protective measures did was make those faeries who got in weaker and sicker. 

The Wild Hunt spend much of their time airborne, so had much less actual contact with the anti-fey measures than faeries on the ground did. (Even in LoS, Gwyn won’t land on the ground in Alicante, but stays airborne.) Thats their only protection – that and the fact that the Hunt operates in such a frenzy that, while they might feel discomfort from cold iron and the like, such substances wouldn’t stop them from going about their business. 

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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

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

A dark photo for a stormy day. I mean I love storms but it IS quite gloomy out. 

But to offer a bit of cheer I wanted to tell y'all that you NEED to get your hands on AN ENCHANTMENT OF RAVENS by Margaret Rogerson! This book is magical and enchanting and a definite must read! 

Is it on your TBR yet?

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•Contacting The Fair Folk•

Here is a rite for contacting the true Fair Folk. It must be understood that the true Fair Folk are quite unlike their New Age depiction, and are divided into two primary types, the Light, and the Dark. There are many tribes of the Faerie, and range in physicality from dwarven in stature to exceedingly tall. Their magick is powerful and strange to us, and through interaction with them, the Practitioner may gain a change of consciousness and strong arcane knowledge.

-From “Treading The Mill”, Second Edition, published by Troy Books.

A Brief History of Elsewhere

The Elsewhere is a deep place. It is beyond the grasp of human cognition, untouched by the cloying grasp of natural law, and indifferent to the rules of physics. Deep in the Elsewhere, the Courts play their games of Summer and Winter. They play their games with humans too. Dancing with those living too close to the soft spots of the world.

 Fae enjoy these games. The logic of pandemonium and disorder of the Elsewhere gets tedious for beings as eternal as the Good Neighbours, and so they surface from the shallows to crawl about the material world.

 They compel their flotsam, volatile particles into more constrained shapes. Taking inspiration from the dreams and nightmares of humans, they become named things, able to gleefully tread through a world bound by rules: kelpies, kitsune, banshees, huldra, púca, and nissies. 

 The Fair Folk emerged in Elsewhere University: a place of study for half-grown human spawn, a place built by a decedent of the old Éire homeland in the late 1800’s, and a place that became a home for the Hill thirty-three years later. The Founder of the University died before the Courts made it into their kingdom, but he gave it a special name. This name was lost, traded, or stolen (no one alive can recall) when the Gentry came calling, and the then Dean made deals that day to ensure a balance at the newly named Elsewhere University. They soon adapted to the sports fields, to hallways, to dorms, adopting the Campus as their home. They kept to themselves mostly, during this time. Almost all the students remaining Unaware.

 In 1953, the tentative tranquility of the University was broken. From their stronghold beneath the Grand English Building, the Fae were ousted by the Wyrm. They learnt fear that year, and fled. Fear of flame and storm and venom drove them from the western corner of Elsewhere University, out of their shadows and into the light.

 Smaller Courts were constructed in the aftermath. Summer and Winter became defined, and the Gentry walked alongside the students of Elsewhere University. Striking deals, taking what they liked, playing their games. The students learnt quickly. Through instinct, through dumb luck, and from the folklore of old Éire, they learnt.

 Although still bound by the Treaty, the Fae still enjoyed dancing with the students of EU. Changelings traded, and students Taken. Friendship and respect was grown, alongside hatred and fear on both sides. The balance of power, once thought by the Fae to be in their favour, was violently shifted in the 1980’s when they went too far and took the wrong professor. With Flaming Iron and Colloidal Silver, the Fae were reminded why the Earth belonged to the humans.

 In the recent years, a guidebook of sorts was created to help students co-exist with the Good Neighbours. Considered the most dangerous form of contraband, it was only distributed online to avoid the attention of the Fae. It was given the title; Coexisting With The Fair Folk Who Have Taken Up Residence In/Around/Beneath Your University: A How-To Guide. While disguised as a comic, an artistic expression that wouldn’t be taken too seriously outside of the Involved, it has been invaluable for those studying at Elsewhere University.

However, the Courts have noticed. They do not appreciate the Artist’s work, and while they are unable to remove the Guide, they can remove the Artist.  


Note: This is a brief history of Elsewhere University, as taken from the numerous posts and stories based around the work of charminglyantiquated. These were the main canon events that I could find and squash together to make a vague timeline of EU, but I’m sure I missed a few, so by all means let me know so I can update. 

Some of the more noticeable aforementioned events were originally prompted by dragon-saint, bookscrazygirl-blog, and of course, charminglyantiquated (sorry for turning the Fair Folk against you).  

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!

anonymous asked:

How to have a faerie as a companion?

This is not my area of expertise, but I’ve attached a lot of links about spirit companionship and about faeries. I hope these help. 

Spirit Companionship:

Faeries: