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Dream: Shape Shifters Circus, Castle Portal Room, Levitation, Dancing
September 26, 2023 There was a group of shape shifters going down the road together laughing and having fun together. I was trying to talk with one of them and they all shifted into kind of Norwegian people and put on some Norwegian accents, which were good but I knew that they weren’t really Norwegian and they didn’t really speak Norwegian normally. They were being a Norwegian circus of some sort, and laughing and playing as they walked, one was juggling and they were also dancing. I started dancing with one guy shape shifter and he was really strong and could even push me into the air. We paused after awhile on our journey, near a tent, and I wanted him to bring me up into the air like a sort of reverse sky dive. He was on top and pulled me spiraling into the air with him, levitating about 30 feet up. It was a bit scary, but pretty fun. People on the ground were watching and got some videos of us levitating up into the air. Then we went into the woods, walking past all sorts of colorfully and vibrantly painted wooden gnomes, fairy houses, and little mushrooms of a Norwegian style. Then we apparently came to somewhere like a marketplace in Norway that was like Santa’s workshop at the North Pole and we were elves fashioning tiny Christmas ornaments and figurines out of wood and cloth, and selling them there or giving them away to passersby. Then I went to a castle in the Middle East, where there was a portal on the left and a portal on the right, basically into the same type of room but the left side was brighter and newer looking and the right side looked softer, but more aged and not quite as bright. I knew I wanted to go to the right but ended up having to go through the left and around the corner to the right. There were dancers there and we all had on some flowing garments and scarves. We would run at a pool with water and begin levitating just enough to be able to run on the surface of the water, dipping our scarves into the water on either side. That was our dance.
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Fairy Necklace
Fairy Necklace
She used to love the sea
Chasing forgotten dreams,
Taking that silver train
To that faraway place.
I just pray for a nice drink.
The ticket man stops my concetration,
Asks me a simple question,
Hands me a moldy piece of paper,
And says 'See you later!'
The infinite blue sea is the view.
What secret such clear water hold?
While on it's surface, seagulls strew,
And by the coast, people stroll.
The unforgiving train carries on.
Everyone is anxious to arrive.
I have no worries; it's better to be surprised.
At least the brezee is cold.
A thunder breaks the scene.
No more wind, only fear.
Everyone runs, but the train keeps its march.
I do not fret, for I posses a larch.
Now the ocean is noxious ink,
Rough waves whip the sharp rocks,
They flew away, in a blink.
The birds are being eating by hacks.
He's back, the twisted deadman.
He tries to grab my back.
But I stab him with the larch,
Just before burning away, it laughs.
I cry on my seat,
The train keeps moving straight.
I thank her, her last message, in old paper.
I can still hear the bell.
The Jorney will not end.
Neither my restless rage.
I shall never forgive.
How they stole her face.
The train by the sea,
It's carrying me closer to Titania.
The Empress of the fay,
She who put my little sister in the grave.
The old street musician
A short horror story I wrote.
TW: Short horror story, faeries I guess. they can be pretty creepy
The room is filled with the welcoming aroma of hot freshly made coffee. I'm sitting on one of the café tables, the one in the corner with the best view out of a big window.
The room is filled with the sounds of the coffee machines boiling, the soft sound of people whispering and my quick tapping on my laptop's keyboard.
I work as a translator and prefer to do my work in cozy places like this one, as do many others.
After a couple of hours a group of teenagers enter. They seem to change the atmosphere that was previously here, now instead of calm, working people, some of them get irritated.
The teens are quite loud and don't really seem to care about others, but I well, I honestly don't care. I'm more annoyed at the people hissing like cats and sighing like they are nearing their last day.
The group takes a table close to me and start talking in excited voices, mostly about school and friends.
Then suddenly the girl with pigtails points out of the window.
She is pointing across the street to an old street musician. I have seen him quite often here, I think he might always be sitting there. Whenever I give him some coins or just listen to him plays he always gives me this sad smile. It always makes me wonder how he got there. I have never even heard him uttering a single word, he is always silent, but plays wonderfully. It makes the city all the more livelier.
"Isn't that guy a bit creepy?" He just sits there all day and probably all night only making music."
A girl with a blue dress answers: "Yeah, I think so too. Why do you think that is?"
A boy with a green shirt cut's in: "Isn't it obvious, he is probably sitting there to ensure his alibi."
The boy in red laughs: "What? Do you mean to say that, this old man is secretly something like a serial killer?"
"That's so creepy..." Pigtails shares.
"Why else would he be there? Aren't most homeless criminals?" Green asks.
"What if he is waiting for his long lost family to finally return?" Blue says, seemingly unsure of her own answer.
"Nah, that's too good to be true, he has to have been at least a criminal at some point. Probably just a drunkard or a drug dealer." Red shares with confidence.
Then their conversation starts getting to a lot of other topics, I don't care about and try to continue my work.
Unfortunately, they only seem to get louder and I decide it's time to take a break and leave the café to wander off somewhere in the city.
Somewhere I buy a new agenda, the year is almost over anyway and I still don't have a new one.
After wandering around and browsing countless shops for hours, I notice it getting darker outside. It is of course almost winter, so I decide to walk to the bus stop to go home.
On my way back there I walk past the old musician, still playing beautifully on his old and beaten up accordion. His cold hands moving skillfully over the right keys.
I stop, search my pockets for some spare change. Yep, I still got some on me.
I turn around and gently put some coins in the basket. They make a small clinging sound as they all reach the bottom.
As I want to walk away, the man suddenly stops playing.
Then he speaks.
"Young lass, please listen. There is something important you need to hear."
I turn to face him: "Sure, I still have some time to kill, anyway."
His face seems slightly more panicked than normal.
"I know it's gonna sound like an old man's ramblings, but please. Spare me a bit of ye'r time."
I nod and take a step closer.
"I need ye to get away from here and never return. Ye've always been a very kind lass, when ye pass by you always pay attention and ye always seem to look out for others too."
He seems to be having a difficult time telling me. He's fidgeting and sweat appears on his forehead.
"Young lass, du'n listen to the faeries."
I'm kind of shocked, but I don't want to judge him either. I will let him talk, he clearly needs it of his mind. Not that I believe everything, but I won't let him know.
"I know I sound like a crazy old gee-"
"Don't worry, I'm be listening."
"Thanks"
There is that sad smile of his again.
"In a few days, maybe even tonight this place will cease to exist. Hundreds of years ago the people built this city on a faery village, ruined it, burned it to the ground. Then made this city with their ashes. Of course the faeries were angry at the people, war between the two raged for years till one day a musician came forward. He was able to play so bloody good that he could make the faeries sleep.
When he died his son took over and the son after and so on. I am the last musician, when my day comes, dear lass, this city will be gone. There won't be a musician anymore to keep the faeries asleep. And my day is approaching at great speed, since ye'r the kind soul that always sticks around, I want you to be save. So please lass, leave and never come back. Because when you do, you too will be taken."
I look at him, not sure what to say or do.
This short moment of silence feels like an eternity. "Alright, I won't return."
"Ye promise, lass?"
"I promise."
"Good, that makes this old man happy to hear."
I give a short nod. "Well, my bus could be here any second now, so I will be going. Goodbye sir. Take care."
"Farewell to ye too, lass. Thank you for listening and understanding!"
We wave, say our goodbyes and I leave for the bus stop, I'm there just in time and can hop on immediately.
After paying the driver I walk to sit in the back of the vehicle.
As the bus starts driving, I stare out of the window. Watching the illuminated city by the many yellow lighted lanterns.
Then when we pass the old musician, just before we take a right turn. I see it.
In a flash, I see what the man meant.
My blood freezes.
The old man is lying on the ground, arms and legs in horrifying, impossible positions. Broken most likely.
There is blood, a lot of it and... Something is standing next to him.
All I can say is, that's definitely not a human being.
The arms are too thin, almost branch-like.
It has glowing eyes.
Oh God...
It has seen me...
This is literally Malleus' makeup, guys.
Changeling Child
I thought jewelweed pods were fairy peas and I picked them carefully so they would not pop and spoil my gift. I laid them carefully on leaf platters, along with berries my mother told me not to eat and colorful flower petals. A perfect feast. I had a stone circle built, a fairy circle, a castle, an altar, and there I left my offerings. Sometimes I wanted a wish in return. Sometimes I needed the fae to remember that I knew how to take care of my own kind.
Storybook & Fairytale homes & Airbnbs. (these are some of my favorites).
Isabella's Little Pink House, Orlando, USA / Casa dos Duendes in Campos do Jordão, São Paulo State, Brazil / Gingerbread Mansion, Ferndale, California / Forest House, Efteling, The Netherlands / The Boot At The Jester House Cafe, Tasman, New Zealand / Hobbit Home, Dutchess County, Pawling / Spadena House, Beverly Hills, California / Akebono kodomo-no-mori park, Japan (this woodland home was inspired by the iconic Finnish Moomins series by Tove Jansson) / Hamlet of Marie Antoinette, Versailles, France / Witch House in Białka Tatrzańska, the Tatra Mountains, Poland
@strychthia Do you live in a little house like this?
A tiny door
WIP of the most tragic fairy in Pixie Hollow
“The rosy flush of early dawn,
The flash of gold of setting sun,
The grace of thistle-down and fawn,
The velvet dusk when day is done;
The vital youth of early spring,
The vivid hues of sunset skies,
The joyousness of birds on wing:—
Of these, are fashioned butterflies.”
-Unknown
A spread for a children's book I'm working on 🐻🐢
drew my two fairy ocs rosalina and pawnie for art fight today, i really hope someone actually draws them, this is my first time participating, lmao, welp
So I was walking thru the woods today for a hike, and I came across a literal fairy house?!?!
I left a peanut butter cracker, and a acorn cap full of some of my juice for the fairy I REALLY HOPE lives there. Such an experience! I'll admit I don't know too much about fae courtesies, so if I messed up and need to go back and make amends, some one pls let me know. I left the treats, cuz I felt bad for stomping thru there, but nothing weird has happened yet so?? Yeah!
What if all Starbucks employees are secretly Fey who have been gaining our names for years to build their empire and purposefully mispronouncing them to dispel suspicion
This is so fucking cool
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Organizational pc wallpapers
She only wears gold for her hair | by Mignonne
