#fairy au

another-wildehopps-blog:

feverwildehopps:

another-wildehopps-blog:

Found some old sketches in my computer, I think this was a Fairy au…? I remember some of the ideas I had with this one. They are fairies that live in a old tree near Judy’s family farm. Nick is a prince who meets judy and falls in love with her. The story goes on like the little mermaid with nick wanting to be mortal so he can be with Judy.

Jack is basically Nick’s conscious but he doesn’t listen to him ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ which may result in something terrible

Ran into this gem again and now I wonder, does Judy know Nick is a prince? Or is that spoilery

@feverwildehopps She does not know actually, nick never told her

(she finds out later tho) >^>

Haha cool!

Judy living her dream of becoming friends with a fairy:

Judy finding out he’s a fairy P R I N C E :

another-wildehopps-blog:

Found some old sketches in my computer, I think this was a Fairy au…? I remember some of the ideas I had with this one. They are fairies that live in a old tree near Judy’s family farm. Nick is a prince who meets judy and falls in love with her. The story goes on like the little mermaid with nick wanting to be mortal so he can be with Judy.

Jack is basically Nick’s conscious but he doesn’t listen to him ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ which may result in something terrible

Ran into this gem again and now I wonder, does Judy know Nick is a prince? Or is that spoilery

Elf sketch

More of frosty moth boy ❤️

Now they’re together UuU

Moth fairy Jack Frost to match my fairy Nightlight❄️✨

emilysabennett:

Emily Bennett Garden Fairy AU

format/moodboard inspired by @americangirlstar’s moodboard posts

“There are always flowers for those who want to see them”

-Henri Matisse

AU design ideas for Shoto! Still deciding what to keep or not but this is what I got so far, so it’s a work in progress.

This is for both the Baby Hummingbird Deku AU and Fairy AU (mainly baby humming bird Deku au)

You couldn’t believe it. The nerve! You were fuming as you stormed out of the restaurant. That was the third guy this winter break. Always the talkers. You could barely get a word in before they would either cut you off or completely dismiss what you were saying. You were done. You’ve given up with the world of dating. Maybe you’ll adopt that cat you’ve always wanted. Maybe even move to a new country.

A chill wraps around you as you let your feet carry you away from the shining lights of the . You were thankful that you were able to walk to the restaurant but now as your thoughts swirled in your mind and the cold chilled you, you weren’t aware of where you were going.

You cry out, finally snapping out of it when pain shoots through your wrist. Spiralling up your arm were vines of ink, the design sending a tingling sensation up your entire arm.

“What the-.”

Wind picks up around you, swirling leaves along the path, forming a mini tornado between two trees in front of you. Suddenly, a shimmer begins to form and the dark and dingy leaves start to change into crisp, beautiful autumn colours. The scenery changes between the tree as sunlight hits your face, warming you from the cold winter night. Curiosity takes over as you walk towards the light.

“A bride has arrived!” A voice cheers.

You spin to see a small humanoid creature with bright red and white mushrooms coming out of their head. He barely came up to your knees.

“Wh-what?”

“Please miss. You must help us. You must marry the Princes of Thorns,” another one demands.

You look around to see a bunch of these creatures gathering around you, “What do you mean? How is marrying this prince going to help you?” Were you actually considering this?! You just met these things. Hell you don’t even know if you’re still in the same city, let alone planet!

“He cursed our village. We can’t leave the forest and we found out no other creature could see us.”

“Why would he do that?”

“We don’t know. Please Miss. If he doesn’t get a bride, he will destroy us all.” They start to bow at your feet causing your stomach to twist into knots.

“Why would he destroy you?”

“We made a deal to give us freedom in exchange for a bride. But we have no women available and the deadline is today. Please miss! You have to help us!” He begs.

Reluctantly, you agree. They pulled you into a small hut where they began to decorate you with various jewellery and placing a flower crown on your head. While they took off your coat, the rest of your clothes stayed on. One of the smaller creatures ran up to what seemed to be the elder to whisper something to him. The elder’s eyes widened, “He’s here!”

Quickly they rushed you out to present you.

The man in front of you was beautiful. Under his thorn crown, pastel pink hair fell into his dark eyes. He wore ornate intricate robes of deep autumn colours and soft pink wings stretched out far from behind him. His soft features contrasted what you were told of this man. 

This Prince of Thorns.

Get away. Get away. Get away. You just had to get away. Your heart was pounding as you raced amongst the trees. As you rounded a large oak, the edge of your long skirt caught on a bush, yanking you to the ground. 

“Where are you??” The gruff voice of your to-be-husband screamed. With a renewed surge of adrenaline, the fabric rips in your fists, freeing you from the foliage. You bolt, now able to run fully without restriction. You didn’t want this. Not like this. Today was supposed to be the happiest day of your life..or so you were told. But your parents were impatient and put you in an arranged marriage. Of course they didn’t bother to learn about who they signed their child to. You had heard rumours and you had hoped they weren’t true but when he showed up the ceremony smelling strongly of alcohol, you couldn’t take it. So you ran.

You don’t know how long you had been running but just as you were about to collapse, something caught your eye.

There. 

In the distance were ruins, overgrown with various plants. Perhaps you could hide there? But as you ran for it, you didn’t see the ring of mushrooms circling the stony structure. Rounding the corner, you slip and fall. Wasting no time, you manage to crawl under a pile of vines. They barely covered you, but you hoped it was enough.

“Who are you?” A baritone voice as smooth as honey inquired, sending shivers down your spine. You turn to see a man towering over you, his clothes made from giant leaves and what looked like petals in some areas. There was something under the cloak he wore but you couldn’t exactly see what. The man’s hair fell into his bright blue eyes, but the most startling thing about his eyes was his pupils, sharp feline slits. Definitely not human.

“Who are you?” He asks again. There was concern in his eyes as he knelt beside you.

As his hand raised towards you, your eyes fell upon the tattoo on his skin, an eye encompassed by a triangle, the iris matching his own eyes. His fingers meet your jaw and you can’t help but flinch. His brows furrow, but he pulls away.

“Y/N!! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU??” Your fiancé stumbled amongst the trees nearby. The suddenness startles the stranger causing bright blue butterfly wings to snap out from the cloak as he looks off in the distance. He kneels over you, shielding you as your fiancé stomps by, grumbling to himself. 

The moment the two of you can no longer hear him, the man (or you guess fairy) removes himself from you, walking away. When he returns, handing you a leaf filled with water, he nods at you to drink. You’re so parched that you didn’t stop to think. As soon as the water trickles down your throat, specks of light begin to shimmer in the air around you. In fact, the cuts on your arms and legs begin to mesh back together until there was no trace of a wound other than the trails of blood. 

“He will not find you here. Now that you have consume something of my world, you can never leave. I’m sorry, but it was the only thing I could thing of.”

You crawl out from under the vines and look out at where he was. Instead, there was a wall of the same shimmering light radiating from the line of mushrooms. 

“May I know your name?” The man asks you, pulling your attention away from the light. He stands near a doorway in the ruins, holding his hand out to you.

“Y/N. What about you? What’s yours?”

“Sanghyuk,” he says as you take his hand.

Turning your back on the world, you let him lead through the door, feeling a tingling sensation throughout your body as wings grow from your back to match his.

Maybe, just maybe, this was better than what you could’ve hoped for.

dorksidefiker:

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arafaelkestra:

drst:

dogmatix:

athelind:

tygermama:

dogmatix:

Watching Leverage can be a trip and a half. Especially because, like, how do all these people even find them?  I mean, it’s kind of handwaved as Hardison’s computer algorithms and stuff finding them, but even so.  And then! several people don’t want money, they want things like a horse, or even immaterial things like getting someone their self-esteem back.  That’s some next-level shit right there. 

Like, making deals with with the Fair Folk or demons type stuff.

Which means that the Leverage crew would be the demons/Fair Folk/supernatural entities having desperate people summon them, probably as a last-ditch desperation move they didn’t think would work.

Sophie is some sort of UnSeelie. She follows her rules and values manners and dispenses her kindnesses as she sees fit. Do not test her. You will not win.

Parker is a changeling, maybe. Or Seelie. Or maybe she’s just Parker, the only one of her kind. She hasn’t decided yet.

Nate is Human. An almost priest who hates himself and all his flaws and weaknesses while at the same time completely convinced of his own superiority. In the beginning anyway.

Eliot would have died years ago buy some unkind spirit liked his anger and blessed him and now he’s this sort of proto-god of soldiers who’s countries used them up and betrayed their ideals. He just doesn’t know it yet.

Hardison is something new. There is no word for him. He’s making a new world in which he will rule and he has no need at this time for a name or title.

When you cross the Threshold, you become something Other. 

Fair Folk? Demigods? Archetypes? Perhaps.

The Threshold is always different. But when you return from it … you never really return. You are always Other. You are always Outside.

For those five, the Threshold was the warehouse explosion in the first episode.

And on the other side … no more petty cons and grifts. No more squalid thuggery. They have crystallized, become Archetypes: Grifter. Hacker. Hitter. Thief. Mastermind. Small gods? Perhaps, but most certainly Powers, dancing with ease on “alternative revenue streams” and even weirder magics.

Listen to their catch phrases. These are conjure words. Strange promises, barely comprehensible to their beneficiaries, whispering of justice in an unjust world, payment deferred or refused, because the true coin of their trade is payback. 

“Let’s go steal fire from the gods.”

Oh my stars and garters, how much do I love the idea of the Leverage crew as small gods???  It is perfect and glorious! :D

*nodding vigorously*

Sans context…  you tell me, would you expect this line to be coming from an entirely mundane insurance investigator, or from someone whose friends might be a little uncomfortable around iron and may or may not be holding a contract written in ink that seems to be smoldering on the page:

“People like that…corporations like that, they have all the money, they have all the power, and they use it to make people like you go away. Right now, you’re suffering under an enormous weight. We provide…Leverage.“

‘An alternative revenue stream’ he says, smirking at the private joke. Their accounts are balanced using the coin of an older realm. Yes by vengeance delivered, hubris crumbled, a brisk business in karmic debt-collection… but also the sense of despair and powerlessness their client no longer has need of, or a sliver of the hope they’ve stolen back for someone once robbed of it. They may not want your money, but they are well paid all the same.

@istezada!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sophie crossed the Threshold years before (remember, she wasn’t at the warehouse), when she sold her name and her past for the ability to be anyone.

Have multiple drawings in my Patreon that hasn’t been seen by the public‼️