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  1. Empire of Dragons @dragonshortstories.wordpress.com@dragonshortstories.wordpress.com ·

    Faërie ~ Faelings

    The Treebard Fairy Quuen banishes the disobedient fae to the hole below the ocean.
    Faeries here still cross into our world, by climbing
    flying
    or swimming on the branches of the light the darkness in the water.
    From there the sinkhole extends and crosses until it swallows the earth from the other side.
    In the middle of the forest, the banished fae were free to return
    They either pushed everyone out
    or people were too afraid to approach them, so they departed

    The Gàeldīn became the new name for that corrupted patch of forest.

    Soon the Faelings had their own queen
    This is what happens when they are left to their own devices.

    She is a reflection of her people
    But with the haunting beauty of a female animal

    She grew to an abnormal height
    A tall fairy among her people
    but lacking thickness in the thighs, no birthing allowed for her
    Almost a death sentence for a treebard fairy
    Her body is brown all over, with a pale-cream underbelly
    like an animal
    a sweet, sweet lion, sheep or hare
    her horns are a darker shade of her exterior color, curved perfectly like as if they had been sanded into shape.

    She has no eyes on most days
    Staring right into the sun, screaming at it with all the internal rage
    The sun reinvigorates her eyes.
    black cream and goop dither outward and stream down cold cheeks when she isn’t feeling bad

    This form is not reflected in her people
    Instead they walk around with things missing
    Missing lower jaws, mouthless faeries scaring anyone who doesn’t look beyond exterior faults
    Missing lower arms, a missing eye—or two—more than one thing can go missing

    “You deteriorate the longer you stay around this corruption.”
    This is the punishment
    But
    Truth is
    These particular Fae deteriorate when they are not around love and happiness
    They will lose limbs and organs regardless in the face of corruption
    But, with love they will last forever
    They just need and want an outsider to show them love

    Their throats slide open, tendrils poking out and eager to see you
    Don’t hurt him!
    He is the last thing you need to run away from

    A faerie takes this frightened, wandering boy deeper into the forest

    “I will be your father now.”

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    #Dragons #fae #Faeries #fairies #Fantasy #Fiction #FlashFiction #HorrorFantasy #Poetry #ShortStories #Writing
  2. Empire of Dragons @dragonshortstories.wordpress.com@dragonshortstories.wordpress.com ·

    Faërie ~ Faelings

    The Treebard Fairy Quuen banishes the disobedient fae to the hole below the ocean.
    Faeries here still cross into our world, by climbing
    flying
    or swimming on the branches of the light the darkness in the water.
    From there the sinkhole extends and crosses until it swallows the earth from the other side.
    In the middle of the forest, the banished fae were free to return
    They either pushed everyone out
    or people were too afraid to approach them, so they departed

    The Gàeldīn became the new name for that corrupted patch of forest.

    Soon the Faelings had their own queen
    This is what happens when they are left to their own devices.

    She is a reflection of her people
    But with the haunting beauty of a female animal

    She grew to an abnormal height
    A tall fairy among her people
    but lacking thickness in the thighs, no birthing allowed for her
    Almost a death sentence for a treebard fairy
    Her body is brown all over, with a pale-cream underbelly
    like an animal
    a sweet, sweet lion, sheep or hare
    her horns are a darker shade of her exterior color, curved perfectly like as if they had been sanded into shape.

    She has no eyes on most days
    Staring right into the sun, screaming at it with all the internal rage
    The sun reinvigorates her eyes.
    black cream and goop dither outward and stream down cold cheeks when she isn’t feeling bad

    This form is not reflected in her people
    Instead they walk around with things missing
    Missing lower jaws, mouthless faeries scaring anyone who doesn’t look beyond exterior faults
    Missing lower arms, a missing eye—or two—more than one thing can go missing

    “You deteriorate the longer you stay around this corruption.”
    This is the punishment
    But
    Truth is
    These particular Fae deteriorate when they are not around love and happiness
    They will lose limbs and organs regardless in the face of corruption
    But, with love they will last forever
    They just need and want an outsider to show them love

    Their throats slide open, tendrils poking out and eager to see you
    Don’t hurt him!
    He is the last thing you need to run away from

    A faerie takes this frightened, wandering boy deeper into the forest

    “I will be your father now.”

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    #Dragons #fae #Faeries #fairies #Fantasy #Fiction #FlashFiction #HorrorFantasy #Poetry #ShortStories #Writing
  3. Went for a nice Saturday ride with wife, about 20 miles. She on an ebike and me on the old Peugeot. I'd still like it with a little lower gear range but perhaps it's making me stronger? Bike felt really good today (someone can chip in with "steel is real!"). ';^)
    No idea if they've always been there, but on a nondescript section of ditch I've ridden by dozens of times I noticed a half dozen tiny fairies today.
    #BikeTooter #BloomScrolling #butterflies #Fairies

  4. Went for a nice Saturday ride with wife, about 20 miles. She on an ebike and me on the old Peugeot. I'd still like it with a little lower gear range but perhaps it's making me stronger? Bike felt really good today (someone can chip in with "steel is real!"). ';^)
    No idea if they've always been there, but on a nondescript section of ditch I've ridden by dozens of times I noticed a half dozen tiny fairies today.

  5. From 'Sea Fairies' by John Real Neill, 1911. Nope, me neither. I guess it's supposed to be a crab but... I find the artist's middle name 'Real' highly suspect.
    #fairy #fairies #mermaid #monster #crab #illustration #weird #weirdart #art

  6. From 'Sea Fairies' by John Real Neill, 1911. Nope, me neither. I guess it's supposed to be a crab but... I find the artist's middle name 'Real' highly suspect.
    #fairy #fairies #mermaid #monster #crab #illustration #weird #weirdart #art

  7. 'Falstaff And Fairies At The Oak' from 'The Merry Wives of Windsor'. A not terribly accomplished illustration by Edward Bird, early 19th Century, but it has a certain rustic charm. A man sitting under an oak tree and wearing antlers offers a rather #pagan aspect.
    #ShakespeareSunday #fairy #fairies

  8. Something cheerful to start the week: 'Fairies And Squirrels In A Forest' by Richard Doyle.
    #fairy #fairies #faerie #squirrel #landscape #art

  9. Astronaut Don Pettit described the light flashes crossing his eyes on the International Space Station as ‘luminous dancing fairies’ — the same cosmic rays Apollo crews reported, still arriving decades later above your head tonight
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    <p>Astronaut Don Pettit called them &#039;luminous dancing fairies&#039
    #astronaut #luminous #dancing #fairies

  10. Astronaut Don Pettit described the light flashes crossing his eyes on the International Space Station as ‘luminous dancing fairies’ — the same cosmic rays Apollo crews reported, still arriving decades later above your head tonight
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    <p>Astronaut Don Pettit called them &#039;luminous dancing fairies&#039
    #astronaut #luminous #dancing #fairies

  11. If what Shakespeare wrote is any indication, it can be seriously trying at times, but how fine must it be to spend this season in the realm of the fairies...

    Painted by John Simmons: "Hermia and Lysander".

    #art #traditionalart #summer #fairies #Shakespeare #painting #oilpainting #beautifulwoman #beautifulgirl

  12. If what Shakespeare wrote is any indication, it can be seriously trying at times, but how fine must it be to spend this season in the realm of the fairies...

    Painted by John Simmons: "Hermia and Lysander".

    #art #traditionalart #summer #fairies #Shakespeare #painting #oilpainting #beautifulwoman #beautifulgirl

  13. I'm slightly averse to Victorian cutesy-pie pix of #fairies but we all seem to be in a fairy tale mood this week, and since this one, by John George Naish, is entitled 'Midsummer Fairies' (1856), I've cast aside my grumpiness and present it in all its twee glory.
    #Midsummer #faerie #Victorian #art

  14. Welsh #fairies were especially active on Nos Wyl Ifan, seeking human babies to steal. An old Welsh poem, (translated) reads:
    "Many a lovely child they've taken,
          When long and bitter was the pain
    From their parents, loving, dear,
           To the Fairies' dread domain."
    #WyrdWednesday #fairies

  15. Welsh #fairies were especially active on Nos Wyl Ifan, seeking human babies to steal. An old Welsh poem, (translated) reads:
    "Many a lovely child they've taken,
          When long and bitter was the pain
    From their parents, loving, dear,
           To the Fairies' dread domain."
    #WyrdWednesday #fairies

  16. I was talking to a friend last week about a personal/work project I had about 10 years ago where every month or so, I had to change my mind (properly!) about something I believed in – Which in this case, meant I had to go and seek things out because it’s really hard to do every month unless it’s active.

    It’s half of the reason I spent so long embedded in Flat-Earth and Scientology; the other half was that I was researching pathways to radicalisation and trying to trace a lot of them to the source and exit.

    I was listening to a Sherlock Holmes podcast yesterday and realised that being able to change your mind completely about something is a core investigative skill (and this is how I increased my B2B sales… No! No… Away with you LinkedIn!).

    Good investigative technique means having a theory of the case from the start, but then, importantly, it means deliberately challenging it and then changing it, when new evidence emerges. It can be a lot of paperwork and mental gymnastics. Sticking to the original theory of a case and looking for evidence to support it is what created the Birmingham Six and the Central Park Five. Completely irresponsible and incompetent police work and static minds are a liability to any good casework (see also: Donald Trump who is still trying to execute the CP5).

    This isn’t really going anywhere except to note that although Sherlock was excellent at changing case-theories (and does so a lot in the books), his creator, Sir Arthur Conan-Doyle, of Cottingley Fairies and Harry Houdini feud fame, was so bad at it that he’d certainly have had a leadership role waiting in the West Midlands Police any time.

    Ironically, the person in his most famous stories that he can be most said to resemble, is Lestrade of the Yard.

    #Books #SherlockHomes #Detective #Investigation #TrustAndSafety #Fairies #Police #Crime #Houdini #Ramblings #ASIS #FlatEarth #Scientology #Radicalization #LinkedIn #B2B

  17. I was talking to a friend last week about a personal/work project I had about 10 years ago where every month or so, I had to change my mind (properly!) about something I believed in – Which in this case, meant I had to go and seek things out because it’s really hard to do every month unless it’s active.

    It’s half of the reason I spent so long embedded in Flat-Earth and Scientology; the other half was that I was researching pathways to radicalisation and trying to trace a lot of them to the source and exit.

    I was listening to a Sherlock Holmes podcast yesterday and realised that being able to change your mind completely about something is a core investigative skill (and this is how I increased my B2B sales… No! No… Away with you LinkedIn!).

    Good investigative technique means having a theory of the case from the start, but then, importantly, it means deliberately challenging it and then changing it, when new evidence emerges. It can be a lot of paperwork and mental gymnastics. Sticking to the original theory of a case and looking for evidence to support it is what created the Birmingham Six and the Central Park Five. Completely irresponsible and incompetent police work and static minds are a liability to any good casework (see also: Donald Trump who is still trying to execute the CP5).

    This isn’t really going anywhere except to note that although Sherlock was excellent at changing case-theories (and does so a lot in the books), his creator, Sir Arthur Conan-Doyle, of Cottingley Fairies and Harry Houdini feud fame, was so bad at it that he’d certainly have had a leadership role waiting in the West Midlands Police any time.

    Ironically, the person in his most famous stories that he can be most said to resemble, is Lestrade of the Yard.

    #Books #SherlockHomes #Detective #Investigation #TrustAndSafety #Fairies #Police #Crime #Houdini #Ramblings #ASIS #FlatEarth #Scientology #Radicalization #LinkedIn #B2B

  18. Earlier this summer I read the 1926 fantasy novel "Lud-in-the-Mist" by Hope Mirrlees. In addition to being amused with reading the novel exactly 100 years since its publication, I was surprised at how modern its depiction of Faerie felt. I won't spoil it more than that, but you can get a copy at Project Gutenberg if you'd like to check it out:

    gutenberg.org/ebooks/68061

    #literature #fantasy #Faerie #fae #fey #fairy #fairies #ProjectGutenberg #1920s

  19. Earlier this summer I read the 1926 fantasy novel "Lud-in-the-Mist" by Hope Mirrlees. In addition to being amused with reading the novel exactly 100 years since its publication, I was surprised at how modern its depiction of Faerie felt. I won't spoil it more than that, but you can get a copy at Project Gutenberg if you'd like to check it out:

    gutenberg.org/ebooks/68061

    #literature #fantasy #Faerie #fae #fey #fairy #fairies #ProjectGutenberg #1920s

  20. Empire of Dragons @dragonshortstories.wordpress.com@dragonshortstories.wordpress.com ·

    Winding of the Fae #1

    Wind and wind and wind

    Until the world has been wound

    It is a job for a Faerie to wind the branches of the fir tree

    It is the job of the dragons to wind the sun

    Wind and wind and wind

    Until all branches are tied

    Wind their legs

    Wind their arms

    Wind their wings

    Wind a fairy until they are tied

    Wind and wind and wind

    Until all limbs are wound

    Sing the song, Sublime Reaction, until all limbs are wound

    Sacrifice to the fir tree and unwind it’s branches

    In the harrowing of daytime,

    Where sunlight strikes through trees like a double-edged knife,

    Wind

    You start to wind

    You guide the branches of the tree as you turn your hands like a swivel

    Wind and wind and wind

    Until all trees are “wund”

    Wund, not wound

    Wind and wind and wind,

    ‘tis a job for a faerie

    And a faerie, nothing more

    She is alien like all the rest

    He is alien like all the rest.

    The fairy pictured calls herself the Whole Numbers Fairy. A mathematician and proficient in fairy math, she stayed in Lindendale after its construction, and later moved to Elf city, Salvedmirar (also known as Savladamir).

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    #Anime #AnimeArt #Art #creativeWriting #fae #Faeries #fairies #fairyArt #Fantasy #Fiction #Poems #Poetry #Writing
  21. Empire of Dragons @dragonshortstories.wordpress.com@dragonshortstories.wordpress.com ·

    Winding of the Fae #1

    Wind and wind and wind

    Until the world has been wound

    It is a job for a Faerie to wind the branches of the fir tree

    It is the job of the dragons to wind the sun

    Wind and wind and wind

    Until all branches are tied

    Wind their legs

    Wind their arms

    Wind their wings

    Wind a fairy until they are tied

    Wind and wind and wind

    Until all limbs are wound

    Sing the song, Sublime Reaction, until all limbs are wound

    Sacrifice to the fir tree and unwind it’s branches

    In the harrowing of daytime,

    Where sunlight strikes through trees like a double-edged knife,

    Wind

    You start to wind

    You guide the branches of the tree as you turn your hands like a swivel

    Wind and wind and wind

    Until all trees are “wund”

    Wund, not wound

    Wind and wind and wind,

    ‘tis a job for a faerie

    And a faerie, nothing more

    She is alien like all the rest

    He is alien like all the rest.

    The fairy pictured calls herself the Whole Numbers Fairy. A mathematician and proficient in fairy math, she stayed in Lindendale after its construction, and later moved to Elf city, Salvedmirar (also known as Savladamir).

    Rate this:

    #Anime #AnimeArt #Art #creativeWriting #fae #Faeries #fairies #fairyArt #Fantasy #Fiction #Poems #Poetry #Writing
  22. We just published a number of really adorable retro flower fairies by artist Cicely Mary Barker more to our thrift shop. They are really sweet pieces of art!

    They are from the “Flower Fairies”-series (postcard book) by Penguin Books

    postkartenfundbuero.com/shop-2

    #postcard #flower #fairies

  23. We just published a number of really adorable retro flower fairies by artist Cicely Mary Barker more to our thrift shop. They are really sweet pieces of art!

    They are from the “Flower Fairies”-series (postcard book) by Penguin Books

    postkartenfundbuero.com/shop-2

    #postcard #flower #fairies

  24. One of my very favourite #folklore books. Published in 1780 by a #Monmouthshire minister and stuffed with a plethora of weird phantoms and #fairylore. Jones retells how his father saw the #fairies and repeats many first-hand encounters with the likes of Death Omens and Black Dogs. #FolkloreThursday

  25. Someday something like this will be all that's left of us: a whisper in the wind, echoing into minds yet to come memories of the word that was....

    From Karl Wilhelm Diefenbach, "The Fairy Dance".

    #art #traditionalart #painting #oilpainting #beautifulgirl #ghosts #fairies #night

  26. The Fairy Flower War

    #Fanfic WanderingWitch
    #Wss366 New

    The young woman continued on her way, a sour look on her pretty face. She brushed resentfully at the honeysuckle that got into her long, ashen hair, the grasses that clung to her black robes, and branches that threatened to knock her pointy hat off her head. Not even the sight of the star-shaped brooch, marking her as a witch, lifted her mood.

    “Stupid nobles.”

    “Arrogant, self-serving pea-brains!”

    “She’s too pretty to wake up!”

    She grumbled as she walked along.

    She was so preoccupied with her recent meeting with "Prince Charming" that she no longer appreciated the flowers growing alongside the path. The brilliant red of the Indian paintbrush reminded her of courtiers’ rouged lips, the monkshood of their poisonous speech, and the heavy scent of lilacs of their cloying perfume. She longed for the common scents of coffee and bread, #newly from the oven.

    It was in this state that she came upon an open rill. Shallow banks covered with marshmallow, bog iris, and other damp-loving plants ran down to the water. She might have passed the stunning vista unseeing if it hadn’t been for the shrill sound of horns.

    The sound brought her up, and she gazed over the scene before her. On the far bank, perched on rocks thick with moss, stood a squad of fairies, crimson columbine trumpets held to their mouths. It is from these that the sounds she’d heard issued: a distinct melody like a dozen warblers.

    To their right and left stood diminutive clerics, shaking tinkling bluebells. Behind them ranged ranks of warriors mounted on squirrels, with their flanks held by fast-moving shrews. Above them, lances gleamed like a hedge of knitting needles.

    A cry rang out: “For Queen Mauve! Down with the Usurper!”

    The troops echoed the cry. “For Queen Mauve! Long live the Queen!”

    “Let his insults be answered!” came the next cry.

    “Death to the impostor! Long live the true queen,” the troops answered back.

    The grass rustled, and the force moved off, leaving the woman open-mouthed.

    “Stupid aristocrats and their wars,” she announced to the now empty field. Then, with a shrug, she moved on.

    Who was this unhappy lady?

    It was me—Elaina, the Ashen Witch, of course.

    #TootFic #MicroFiction #FairyTale #Fairies #Mythpunk #NMFic