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funny that I’ve always been attracted to mythology, and my favorite stories/deities have always been ones of transformation and shapeshifting. makes sense now that I know I am a shapeshifter lol
Wondering if other fae (or fae adjacent) can relate to this notion: we don’t seem to be social creatures. Maybe this has more to do with my particular clade, but from what I’ve observed and heard us fae don’t seem to be terribly social.
I have one companion who I seriously talk to and many more friends (I suppose they would be called) who I interact with by observing. I engage with people, but it’s always through this veil of humanity. I never interact as my real self. And I don’t really feel the need to.
I have a theory that changelings don’t require the companionship of humans since we’re something else, but that we might enjoy it since we have to blend in to some extent. However I only have my own experience to go off of, so I can’t ever be certain that this applies to others.
I’m not sure if this is purely due to the fact that I’m a changeling or if other types of fae experience this or if it’s simply my personality. Regardless of the reason, I am quite content alone. I enjoy being around people and observing as a way of entertaining myself, but I don’t seem to have the same social needs as the humans I’m surrounded by.
I guess I could be considered a shapeshifter since my body changes between different species of snakes. right now (and for the past few days) I’m a California kingsnake. no idea what causes me to change or if I can control it, but it’s a neat quirk of this body.
I’m curious any shapeshifters out there able to control their shifts? were you always able to? how do you do it now?
(me if you even care)
Short infographic-style thing on how fae veils work for us. I attempted to put the secondary veil in the demo on the second picture but it ended up looking too messy and gave up and put a disclaimer instead. It's impossible to really accurately portray it visually; since the focus shifts like a seesaw according to what i need or want to look like to myself at least; since what others expect me to look like is out of my control therefore the primary veil is seen.
This is written from the perspective of a fae creature / fae beast however some holotheres might also find this relateable to some extent.
the way my limbs operate is like in veggietales, how they just materialize hands when they need them
looking back on my childhood there are so many things that make so much sense from a nonhuman perspective. I have horrible memory, but I do know that I was absolutely convinced that I was adopted growing up. I never felt like I was a true part of the family that I belonged to. I never felt a sense of community with people.
now it’s obvious that this feeling arose from the fact that I’m not human, and that I am a changeling. I belong to another realm of existence.
there also comes my obsession with all things fantasy and fairy tales. One of the first books I ever got for myself was a huge collection of the grimms’ fairy tales. I especially loved animal stories. I identified with them so much, and it’s no wonder why.
there are a lot more examples of my behaviors being very off putting to humans, but I’m mainly focusing on my internal feelings in this post.
anyway I’m curious if any other nonhumans have had similar realizations about their childhoods.
as another fae animal, I think we’re naturally good at mimicking those around us. We mimic their forms and we mimic their behavior even though we are naturally distinct from it. By that I mean that we are at our core different, however we’re good at making it seem like we’re a part of this human society.
I don’t know if what I’m saying makes sense exactly, it’s hard to put into words. But I think what you’re saying is an interesting conversation, and I’d like to hear other changelings’ views.
at times i wonder, was *i* specifically switched in for my human counterpart when i was young because my individual fae character makes it easy for me to mimic my parental figures, or does my fae character make it easy for me to "leach" personality traits off of guardians and mirror them to make them more likely to accept me as a fake fae child?
is it an inherent changeling/fae trait? Seems likely honestly, as the ability to instinctively mirror traits to people when young while knowing they're only performed will make your survival and blending in more likely; and specially as a fae animal and not a human-like fae.
I reread The cruel prince for like the 5th time so I made this cute little fairy OC their name is Lilac Bonnet which is a type of mushroom and I love them
I’m a simple person who likes simple things. And Gnomes are simple. I draw gnomes a lot but rarely color them so here’s a cute little gnome guy tieing himself some acorn garland to decorate his home for the fall.
I might make him available online as a T-shirt or a shocker eventually. What do you think?
And no. I still can’t draw backgrounds. They allude me still.
I also plan to use this boyo as a watermark when I have an art piece I feel good enough that it needs protected.
I like gnomes.
I really wish that the fae in Acotar were a bit more wild. A little freaky if you will. I wish they acted more feral and like the fae from myths. It would be more fun I think
Earlier this summer, I came across a chair left in the woods (it’s still there) and then just drew this.
Her name is Eck! (including the exclamation point). She lives in the forest adjacent to a suburb. She speaks only in cackles and growls, and like Stitch (yes I know she looks like him) can walk on just her hind legs or on all fours. Eck!’s pastimes include stealing baked goods from the excessive number of coffee shops in the area, moving people’s yard/patio stuff around when they aren’t looking (not stealing, just moving them), and having philosophical debates with the local birds and elementary schoolers.
some things you should know before you make a bargain with the fae
they will never love you back. they will not give you the kind of love you want. they are not humans. they do not understand. you will weep blood and bleed tears and they will bare their pointed teeth and give you a smile. you will kill their enemies and your friends and when you stand in front of them with bloodied hands and hollow eyes they will smile with sharp lips and give you a kiss. you will carve your heart out and throw it at their feet and you will have nothing left to give. and you will never see them again. the love you hold for them is the kind that made you go mad. the love they hold for you is insubstantial, inconsequential.
they will never give you what you want. you come to ask for a cure. to see a wish granted. to prove your worth. they will take everything and leave you with nothing. you will give them all you have; what you wanted to sacrifice and what you never thought you could. because when you’re there, you will realize your wish is more important than anything you thought essential. nothing else matters: not your sweetheart, back at home, their heart is so easy to break; not your family, they never loved you like you deserve; not your life, you will get a new one, a better one, in exchange for this one. it’s all a lie, of course. you’ll know that, after; but only when it’s too late, when you’re abandoned, broken, forsaken, with no one to turn to, because you’ve destroyed everything you had. you won’t get your wish, of course.
they will never keep their word. you want to strike a bargain. the rules are clear; you are sure of it. all those stories do not apply to you, you are clever, you won’t be tricked. of course, the bargain you strike isn’t the one you think. their words are like thorns, like vines, like poison, twisting in your mind until they become unrecognizable. what they say is different from what you hear; but it’s their word that holds weight, not yours. they’re the ones who can’t lie, not you. they can lie, of course. they can lie better than you ever will. it’s in their nature; it flows with their blood; it spills with their tears. lies are woven deep in the roots of the forests they live in, they float in the air, poison the food you’ll eat. everything is a lie in Faerie; that is the only truth. they’ll keep their word, of course. but the word they give you isn’t what you think.
some things you should know while making a bargain with the fae
lace your clothes with iron, smear your hair with ash, sprinkle your lips with salt. the iron, the ash, the salt, they will not protect you; but better for them to think you have come prepared, better for them to think you dangerous. there is so little danger in Faerie for the fae, and they love a conundrum. if they think you’re a challenge, they’ll keep you alive longer, at least until they figure out how to break you.
speak as little as you can, because everything you say will be used against you. don’t smile; they will think it a threat. don’t weep; they are disgusted by weakness. never, never, never bleed; once they have your blood, you are lost, lost forever.
don’t listen to the voices. the voices, yes, the whispers that call out from between the trees, from the night sky, from the deep, deep, black ponds. don’t look up, or down, and don’t look back; keep your eyes fixed straight ahead, because the fae you’re striking a bargain with isn’t safe, but they’re safer than anything else.
your best chance is to listen and then run for your life the second they are distracted; because yes, they will be distracted: there are so many things in Faerie more interesting than a measly human like you. but you won’t run, i know. you are here for a reason, and you won’t leave until you get what you want.
don’t be tricked by Faerie’s beauty. the world the fae live in is pure wonder, and it will seep into your mind and set roots there, poisoning it until you can’t think of anything else. but it is a beauty like a sharp dagger, like the wind on a cliff—it won’t hesitate to pierce your heart, to push you under.
don’t trust anything they say. they can see your deepest wishes, the ones you’re hiding at the bottom of your heart; but never trust them when they say they will offer you company when you’re lonely, because they will throw you into a nest of snakes. never accept when they offer to cure your sick relative, because for them, mortality is a sickness in itself. never let them heal your wounds, because you won’t survive the treatment. if they offer you anything for free, it’s a trap. if they offer you a bargain, it’s a trap.
some things you should know after you’ve made a bargain with the fae
you’re doomed. now you can dance, and smile, and weep, and enjoy yourself; kiss that pixie with the green hair, swim in the cursed waters of the moonlit lake, offer a flower to the elf who’s looking at you with sad eyes. you can jump down from the highest branches and trust that they will catch you; a swift death is a mercy you won’t be granted. you’re their newest plaything, so enjoy it while it lasts. because after they’re finished with you, you won’t really be able to enjoy anything else ever again.
you can’t escape. run, if you’re brave enough, if you’re smart enough to have come to your senses, even if it’s too late. run, if you want, it won’t change anything, but maybe you’ll anger them enough to quicken your demise. a quick, painless death is still out of your reach, but fine, run, if you wish to cut your stay in Faerie short. they’ll get bored of you more easily; a human who isn’t charmed isn’t as entertaining. so run, brave little human, dash between the trees and pretend you can’t feel them coming for you.
you won’t be the exception. sure, there was a human maiden who tricked the faerie once. she was young and clever and beautiful, and she struck a bargain and got out alive, and with what she wanted. only once, a long time ago. but since then, they have grown even more careful, even smarter, even wilier. and anyway, it isn’t like the girl’s youth and cleverness and beauty, and her trickiness and the wish she got, granted her a happy life afterwards; she had angered Faerie, and they tricked her into coming back, and they never let her go. and trust me, you don’t want that.
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In the woods near our house everything grows in circles. There's tall trees, but no leaves on the moss and the stars cast shadows like it's daytime. I made a soup one time of the mushrooms I found in each corner of the wood. White mushrooms, with wide hats, that taste like honey and cotton sugar. The recipe was for a soup, everyone had it at my birthday party, but it was titled 'making a savior' and it's a little strange I can't seem to find my way out of our yard, where the people don't look like my friends at all..
