come away o' human child

Come, faeries, take me out of this dull house! Let me have all the freedom I have lost; Work when I will and idle when I will! Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, For I would ride with you upon the wind, Run on the top of the dishevelled tide, And dance upon the mountains like a flame.

[faeofheart]

so i wanted to make a few notes, at least until i can get things finished, even though i’ve had jamie for about three years now. 

independent 🍂 selective 🍂 mutuals only 🍂 fandomless original character

jamie adair 🌻 human-raised faery prince 🌻 disabled 🌻 nonbinary & gay

lore is inspired by a mix of traditional irish folklore, various works of fiction, and my own headcanon

jamie was born on the autumn equinox, marking them as both unseelie and seelie. 

pages are to be updated 

pre-bio blurb 🍂 dossier about 🍂 wip google docs 🍂 rules 

a lot of jamie’s history is on the doc ( though unfinished ) and the stats are more on the dossier. if you have any questions, just send them! 

[faeofheart]

macveigh​:

@faeofheart​ asked:  ❛ dangerous to be out so late. ❜ it wasn’t the first time he’d caught a scent like hers, all mossy and herbal and profoundly magical. it was, however, the first time (to his memory) that it had gone with ice and frost and all things Winter and that was…. intriguing. he wonders how much of him she can see – does she see the fangs? the claws? do their eyes look molten gold, or just a slightly strange hazel? there’s no question she must see the way his eyes reflect the streelights inhumanly, grin just a little too wild for safety. ❛ especially for someone like you. just who are you, little ice witch? ❜

“Ice witch? Well, that’s a new one,” she gave the person a rather quizzical stare as she turned around to face them. True enough, it was dangerous to be out so late, for some. It was hardly first nor would it ever be the last time Morgan would ever wander out into the dark at all hours in the morning. It was the best time to catch the monsters in action, human and supernatural alike. Whoever stood before her now was certainly associated with the latter. Though she could not pinpoint exactly what they were, something pulled at the nerves in her stomach, something whispered in her ear like a faint echo that the person was not one to be trusted. But they were magic, and most certainly powerful magic indeed. She would have to tread carefully. Their smile was creeping her out a little. 

“I’m not afraid of the dark, rest assured,” Morgan smoothed her hand around the curve of her hip, feeling for one of her favorite daggers holstered securely against her thigh and beneath her wool coat, “I’m just someone who’s out for a stroll tonight, is all. On my home from work and, I thought I’d take the scenic route.

they had to be careful here. even were the woman human, even if jamie were not fey, the act of approaching a woman at night in such a threatening manner could be... misconstrued. sure, the young fey wanted to scare her a little in the way he always wished to unsettle what he considered prey but... when it came down to it, jamie knew they wouldn't bring any harm to her. still... it wasn't as if she knew that. his eyes dart to where her hands seem to rest and has to fight an amused huff. smart witch, to keep what he assumed to be a weapon on her. the question of course was.... what metal? how much of the world did she understand? "well then, i'll accompany you," he said, leaving no room for argument. it would be entertaining, letting her catch glimpses through the shadow of his glamour.

"rest assured, witch, i have no intention of harming you. you are too curious," and i am too human, but he did not say as much, "i call you ice witch because of your smell. like herbs and moss and magic, yet also like the cold frost and glacier ice. you may call me jamie, what shall i call you?" he was curious to see how she would react to such a thing. scents, always so telling. 

a glimpse of fangs flash in his smile. blink, and they're gone.

[darkearthsuggestions]

Drum the earth with every beat your speeding heart has left to give– let the howl fill the space your rushing breath leaves to live. Hanging vines will slow you, tangle in your hair– but flowers turn to sweet wines that lace the fevered air. How sharp are the teeth that fill your grin, when bared before the gods? Let laughter turn to thunder-crack; let joy itself be clawed.  

[faeofheart]

Sorry I disappeared again! Christmas season had me busy and then I got sick. Still sick but gonna try and do stuff in the morning

[darkearthsuggestions]

Would you write about taking a sharp breath when fall finally arrives and the comfortable, exhilarating feeling that comes with it?

Catch me on the wind, dear Fall, curling round the whirling leaves like a cat's delight in sun. Find me out at the edge of the day, measuring my shadow against the night. I'll be where the peaches have buried their pits, where the fruit stops and rot begins, rich and dark and earth-stored warm, just enough. You will see me there. Sure and sharp, ready, at last, you will see me there for you.

[cowboahs]

quotes that broke me starters

feel free to adjust pronouns / names as needed !

quotes taken from random sources or tiktok. i claim no ownership whatsoever.

❛   i’m supposed to be the one who protects you from monsters. i’m not supposed to be one.  ❜  

❛   if i could make a deal with god, and i’d get him to swap our places.  ❜  

❛  no one heard our screams for a long time.  ❜  

❛   i know so many last words. but i’ll never know hers.  ❜  

❛   there is a home for every departed thing.  ❜  

❛   it reminded me that i will never truly know you.  ❜  

❛   i also buried a part of myself alongside them.  ❜  

❛   after you died i could no longer hold a funeral. so my life became the funeral.  ❜  

❛   you don’t have to be awake to cry.  ❜  

❛   forgive me, for all the things i did. but mostly the things i didn’t do.  ❜  

❛   the human eye is the loneliest creation of all.  ❜  

❛   fairness is for happy people.  ❜  

❛   the things we lost will always be heavier than the things that stayed.  ❜  

❛   perhaps it is the greater grief, to remain on the earth when another is gone.  ❜  

❛   you stain the pages with yourself.  ❜  

❛   tears will not wash away the sorrow.  ❜  

❛   beautiful things grow a certain height and then they fall and fade off.  ❜  

❛    who in all these centuries has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most?  ❜  

❛   i have scars on my hands from touching certain people  ❜  

❛   despite everything, i believe that people are really good at heart.  ❜  

❛   you tried to change, didn’t you?  ❜

❛   you can’t make homes out of people. someone should have taught you that.  ❜  

❛   i hid my deepest feelings so well, i forgot where i placed them.  ❜  

❛   we have no scar to show for happiness. we learn so little from peace.  ❜  

❛   i didn’t leave because i stopped loving you. i left because the longer i stayed, the less i loved myself.  ❜  

❛   at every moment in our life, we have one foot in a fairytale & the other in the abyss.  ❜  

❛   there are too many sad eyes on happy faces.  ❜  

❛   it’s strange, i felt less lonely when i didn’t know you.  ❜  

❛   things change, friends leave. life doesn’t stop for anybody.  ❜  

❛   it takes a lifetime to die, and no time at all.  ❜  

❛   i am deathly afraid of almosts. of coming close to what i want and then falling just a little short.  ❜  

❛   i felt your absence.  ❜  

❛   what do we do now, now that we are happy?  ❜  

❛    you honestly thought anybody would love you? purely and truly love you?  ❜  

❛   don’t stop looking. he deserves to know someone saw his end, that someone noticed him.  ❜  

❛    i can bear my pain so long as it has meaning.  ❜  

❛   i dont have a single friend - not one.  ❜  

❛   i’ve had more than enough pain in my life, what’s a little more going to do?  ❜  

❛    it would have been you if i met you first.  ❜  

❛    i really thought he was going to be my forever.  ❜  

❛    maybe in the next life it would work.  ❜  

❛   in spite of everything, you’re still you.  ❜  

❛   the dead have it easy.  ❜  

❛   there’s an ocean of silence between us, and I’m drowning.    ❜  

❛   there have been countless times in my life when i thought i’d be better off dead.  ❜  

❛   what on earth… have i become?  ❜  

❛   don’t look at me! i don’t … i don’t want you seeing me like this.  ❜  

❛   i wish i could’ve been like you.  ❜  

❛   your fate was sweeping you away, like a flood.  ❜  

❛   the future should know the mistakes we made.  ❜  

❛   of course you have. you feel guilt. you want redemption.  ❜  

❛   i’m here because you can’t accept what you’ve done. it broke you.  ❜  

❛   even now, after all you’ve done, you can still go home.  lucky you . ❜  

❛   you’re all that’s left, and we can’t live this lie forever.  ❜  

❛    prometheus gave us light, and warmth, and eternal damnation.  ❜  

❛   take a gamble that love exists, and do a loving act.  ❜  

❛    i know i ruined your life. i suffer for it every day.  ❜  

❛   don’t let yourself get killed for… for pride. i’ve seen it kill too many folk.  ❜  

❛    you and me, we ain’t decent… but those folk… they were.  ❜  

❛   we’re more ghosts than people.  ❜  

❛   despite my best efforts to the contrary… it turns out i’ve won.  ❜  

❛   i gave you all i had … i did.  ❜  

❛   this whole time, I’ve blamed myself for that decision.  ❜  

❛   do you think even the worst person can change…? That everybody can be a good person, if they just try? ❜  

❛   i don’t want to break their hearts all over again. it’s better if they never see me.  ❜  

❛   please leave me alone. i can’t come back. i just … can’t, okay?  ❜  

❛   no matter the struggles or hardships you faced… you strived to do the right thing, you refused to hurt anyone. ❜  

❛    people like you don’t ever want to be happy.  ❜  

❛   i don’t want to let go. i’m not ready to say goodbye yet.  ❜  

[darkearthsuggestions]

Promised love, autumn sun, lay your hand upon my cheek. Your veil will catch the wind– I cannot look long, but the lace-dapple sight, caught between falling leaves, will wind my heart for the winter. I know that we are springbound, bouquet of daffodils, but november is not yet a miser. Take this taste– take a sight– take, before time’s shadow sets us cold, whatever it is you will.

[faeofheart]

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[faeofheart]

Pack, Predator, Prey

though it’s not something jamie consciously does, there is always the subtle categorisation of people, and what roll they play in the hunt. most people are considered either predator or prey, obviously, though some prey isn’t worth catching. jamie up until recently considered themself prey, but as time has continued, their power has grown, and their acknowledgement of their nature has grown, he’s accepted the role of predator. hunter. 

of course, that doesn’t mean that every predator is on the same level as another. jamie is well aware that, though jamie is pretty strong, they’re young and inexperienced. like a wolf pup learning to hunt for the first time. thus, regardless of how powerful they may end up being down the line, they won’t play their hand and it’s for the best that they don’t try to antagonise other predators around them. even if parts of them wish to lash out and snarl, claiming something as dangerous… some battles are better left unfought. 

jamie also prefers to present as gentle and meek as possible. previously, it was an attempt to squash that which was unsavoury, but now it’s a hunting tactic. look as if a young fawn, weak and ripe for the picking. big doe eyes, hide your fangs and hide your claws, let them get close, let them think they’re the hunter and you’re the prey. it’s the same as a wolf rolling in something particularly smelly to mask their own scent from their prey. by the time their target has realised the truth, your teeth are around their neck. 

the third categorisation, pack, is  one that’s not always as clear, because his pack can include those deemed predator and those deemed prey. simply put, “pack” is anyone that jamie, on some level, has claimed as belonging to them. whether it’s because you’re on equal footing, and have developed a close relationship, or someone weak and unable to fend for themself ( such as a human ) but has also managed to develop a close relationship with. if jamie is protective over you, you’re pack. 

of course, this isn’t… a conscious choice. some of it is, jamie consciously makes the choice to appear as weak as possible, but only in that it seems like it would be more… entertaining when they realise their mistake. it’s something instinctual and baked into the core of who they are, without them needing to realise its even there. 

[veradragonjedi]

Hey. I dunno what writer needs to hear this, but,

using the same word twice in the vicinity of the other/same paragraph is okay.

*kisses you on the forehead*

[faeofheart]

LONG ASS META ON THE NATURE OF THE COURTS AND EVERYTHING YOU’VE BEEN WARNED.

note for 2022: this used to be under a read more but for some reason tumblr makes reblogging them weird now. 

i feel as if it’s important i put down my thoughts on the court system, in jamie’s lore, as well as various locations and descriptions. the fey courts are located Faerie, also known as Tir Na nOg. this is a world that’s parallel to the human plane, where time does not exist in the same way that it does for humans. a month spent in Faerie could easily be three centuries, while three months in Faerie could easily be three minutes in the human world. time both passes incredibly slowly and incredibly quickly in Faerie. however, in places where Faerie and human intersect, where natural entrances into the human world can be found, time runs a little more smoothly. where a minute passes in Faerie, an hour may pass in human. these locations are called the Veilwoods, places that border the human and Fey. 

the Veilwoods are not meant to be mistaken for the Feywilds. While the Veilwoods are the most palatable place for humans, the Feywilds can be the most dangerous. they’re the home of the solitary fey. they’re emerald green forests whispering secrets and seduction, belonging outside of Faerie courts. one does not traverse the Feywilds easily. 

then we have the courts. there are three court tiers: The Major, the Minor, and the Lesser. the Major courts are the Seelie and Unseelie courts. The overarching sovereign leaders of the court Fey. the Seelie Queen holds dominion over the Spring and Summer courts, as well as any of their lesser courts. when the Seelie monarch dies, the next one is chosen by all Seelie fae – a grand vote is held, and the Summer or Spring monarch may now ascend. it is known.

the Minor courts are the Seasonal courts, and there are two types: Transitional and Foundational. the Foundational courts are Summer and Winter. they are the most inflexible. they are the most opposite of each other, the most averse. when one considers Seelie Fey, they often think of Summer. the Transitional courts are those of Autumn and Spring. they are the courts of change. of birth and death. new life and decay. often, unsteady truces can be found between these two courts while the Summer and Winter war.

( these courts can also be considered the “Outer” and “Inner” courts. that is, the Foundational courts are the Outer courts, the furthest distance from each other. The Transitional courts are the Inner courts, closest to each other. )

When a spot is vacant in one of the Minor courts, caused by the Ascension to Major, it often goes to the next most powerful member of the royal family. power is measured not by age, but by the time and day of their birth – the closer their birth is to the beginning of their season, the equinox or solstice, the more powerful the Fey is. however, one must be careful of how close to the equinox they’re born; while a solstice child isn’t too terribly uncommon, and are often quite uniquely powerful, an equinox child is a dangerous thing, caught in between courts and seasons. they, too, are uniquely powerful. but in a way that’s wholly Other. 

however, it is not always a member of the royalty that becomes the next Seasonal monarch. In the event there is no Summer king, any Summer court denizen of noble birth may challenge the next in line, and if they win, then their line becomes the new royal blood. 

Finally, there are the Lesser courts. There are many kinds of Fae, and those that belong to the Seasonal courts may have their own kingdoms. The Green Men, the Dryads, the Nymphs, the Redcaps and more… any number of them may form their own kingdoms, and thus they are the lesser courts. They do, however, hold a substantial amount of sway, and are often the ones to challenge the Seasonal courts when it is time for a new King.  

( none of these account for the Solitary Fae, of which there are two types: the Fey that do not traditionally belong to a court, such as the Brownies, or the Fey that which do traditionally belong to the courts, but do not live within them for whatever reason, whether it be exile, personal choice or anything in between. Jamie, Eveline, their housemate Ash, and Jamie’s father all exist within this second class )

some more things of note in terms of when a Fey is born, and why this can be so important: Seelie fae usually have Seelie children, and Unseelie Fae usually have Unseelie children. These children do not have to belong to the same court – for example, a Banshee of the Winter court may have a Banshee child of the Autumn court. And if those Banshee’s were members of the royal family, then the Autumn child ( if she were to be next in line for the Minor crown ) would be the Autumn princess, rather than the Winter princess – even if their mother is the Winter Queen. 

however, it is not impossible for a Seelie fae to have an Unseelie child. it is exceedingly unlikely, especially given that a Green Man, for example, is always a Seelie fae and typically a Spring fae, and will usually have more Green Man children. yet it does happen, and that is why equinox children can be such a dangerous event. most Fey aren’t meant to be Solitary. most are meant to belong to a court. and while there may be tentative truce between the Seelie and Unseelie courts, you cannot belong to both. you have to choose one. equinox children don’t belong to one though. a child born on the spring equinox is both spring and winter. a child born on the autumn equinox is both summer and autumn. both heat and decay. predator and prey, Seelie and Unseelie. from birth, their forms are often unstable and flickering. many equinox children find shape changing as natural as breathing, more so than even that of the changelings. most equinox children do not live long. those that do are the most vulnerable to iron and steel. 

though it is not required, most seasonal Fey typically present themselves as looking like their seasons. Even the palaces of the Minor courts tend to look this way – the Winter’s Fortress is tall and foreboding. shining black spires that never seem to end. yet when you look at it closely, it sparkles and shines like freshly fallen snow, or stars on a clear winter’s night. the denizens of Winter often share a similar colour palette. they often have pale wintery skin, with colour palettes of blacks, silvers, whites and icy blues. the Autumn Keep is copper in hue, yet like the Transitional nature of its season, it shifts and changes with the lights, shimmering like a fluttering leaf as it falls to the ground. Autumn fae often share this coppery colour, and bear an Autumnal palette. Deep forest greens and browns, coppers and oranges and deep reds and charcoal. Warmth shines through them, yet also decay. They’re the more inviting of the Unseelie court, but they are also that of rot, of death, of reaping and ends. 

Spring denizens are often a more pastel tone. the Spring Spire is the silver hue of rippling raindrops. they are silvers and yellows, pale greens and pinks and blues, the fresh hues of budding flowers, yet the greys and blues of coming storms. they are that which melts the winter’s snow. like the Autumn, they are freckled; like the Autumn, their spire reflects the transitional nature of their season. and finally you have the the shining gold palace of the Summer court, and its passionate creatures. this court often shares similarities between both Spring and Autumn, with hues of red, orange and gold but also blues and greens and lilacs. they are the sun, the heat, and all things fire and they will let you burn. 

some additional information:

the greater courts did not always exist. originally, there was just the seasonal courts and the lesser courts. at some point in Faolan’s youth, war broke out amongst the courts. in an effort to broker peace, Faerie was divided into Seelie, Unseelie and Solitary. this peace is very fragile, because the war wasn’t long ago at all, relatively speaking. The Autumn and Spring courts suffered the most, because unlike Summer and Winter, Vernal and Autumnal Fey used to get along pretty easily.

and final note, on who in jamie’s court belongs where:

Faolan: former Summer king, jamie’s father. nickname: The Golden Wolf. 

Ailill: Faolan’s elder brother, current king of Spring. has no current nickname.

Aisling: jamie and ev’s friend, noble of the Spring court. sent to watch over Faolan’s children by Ailill. nickname: The Silver Lynx

Eveline: Princess of the Spring court, born near the beginning of the season though not on the solstice. nicknames: The Moonlight Fox, Snowmelt, the Snowmelt Princess

Jamie: an equinox child, belonging to both Autumn and Summer. Eventually Monarch of the Autumn court. nicknames: The Equinox Prince, The Wild Prince, The Equinox Child, Firstfall, The Copper Wolf

[faeofheart]

please have patience with me, it’s been awhile since i’ve actually rped so it’s taking me awhile to get back into the swing of things. never be afraid to come plot with me, however!

[faeofheart]

oops i drew him again.

oh and that burn scar? dumbass grabbed a cast iron pan.

[ohisms]

↪     𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑩𝑰𝑫 ᶜᵘʳᶤᵒˢᶤᵗʸ .    (  a  collection  of  various unsorted question prompts .  adjust  phrasing  as  necessary .   will  be  updated  frequently .  )

are you kidding me ?

[ name ] ,  what just happened ?

hey !  what’d you do that for ?

did you plan on ever telling me ?

do you want to tell me the truth ,  this time ?

you seriously think i could’ve done this ?

did you know about this ?

[ name ] ,  what were you thinking ?!

can we talk ?  alone ?

why are you doing all of this ?

it can’t be that bad ,  right ?

haven’t you heard the stories ?

who did this to you ?

what are you insinuating ?

what did you think was gonna happen ?!

you think i could do something like that ?

who do you think you are ?

why won’t you let me help you ?

do you have any evidence of that ?

can we put away our differences for a second ?

where have you been ? 

is that  …  blood ?

what’s your problem ?

are you real ?

where’s your sense of adventure ?

would you kill for me ?

you’re  [ name ] ,  aren’t you ?

why can’t you just let it go ?

do you want me to stay ?

what if we left  …  ran away ?

what else was i supposed to do ?

how did you get this scar ?

could you give me a hand with this ?

do you ever stop talking ?

you’ve never done this before ,  have you ?

where do you think you’re going ?

how many fingers am i holding up ?

what can i say to make it better ?

why can’t we all just get along ?

can i stay the night ?

what’s that supposed to mean ?

where did your common sense go ?

you seriously don’t believe me ?

what aren’t you telling me ?

do you have a minute ?

why are you lying ?

you’re gonna walk away from this ?

where am i supposed to go ?

can we stop and think about this rationally ?

how long has it been since you’ve slept ?

why can’t we be civil about this ?

what makes you so special ?

where is all of this coming from ?

how are we gonna get out of here ?

you’ll never leave me ,  right ?

were you in on this ?

care to join me for a bit ?

shows what you know ,  doesn’t it ?

do you want to get out of here ?

what were you expecting to happen ?

what are you working on ?

i can tell you’re upset ,  what happened ?

when can i see you again ?

where do we go from here ?

can you sit up for me ?

how long have you been awake ?

what are you getting out of this ?

can we put this behind us ?

where are you ?  nobody’s heard from you .

how can i make this go away ?

were you following me ?

where does it hurt ?  show me .

[ name ] ,  what the hell ?

hey  …  can i ask you something ?

you’re not gonna tell me where we’re going ?

really ?  you’re gonna do that right here ?

are you even listening to me ?

we can help each other ,  right ?

hey  …  did you hear that ?

you have no idea who i am ,  do you ?

how long have you known ?

what exactly are you asking me to do ?

how was i supposed to know that ?

are you new around here ?

can you stop and listen to me for a second ?

do you think there’s something wrong with me ?

what ,  you think i’m not qualified ?

why did you help me ?

can you just look at me ,  please ?

what can i do to convince you ?

where did we go wrong ?

oh my god ,  are you bleeding ?

why the long face ?

are you trying to get yourself killed ?

what do you make of this ?

how much do you wanna bet ?

you’re sure this will work ?

why are you so concerned about me ?

what are you trying to prove ?

did you ever care about me ?

are you drunk ?

isn’t this amazing ?

how long have you been standing there ?

what are you suggesting ?

[faeofheart]

sgarrigh​:

Niall isn’t even trying to keep a straight face.  He’d heard other summer regents having trouble with plants.  Feeling emotion and every flower near them bursting into bloom.  Or flame.  His closest past friend had a tendency of catching things on fire rather than growing them.  “Problem?”  He grins, letting them be for a few more moments.  But he’s fond of Jamie so he trails fingers over the roses, watching them wither.  His court is not meant for flowery things to thrive though maybe part of it is there’s still something poisonous woven into his very being.  Touch is probably preferable to pulling out a knife very close to the other fae’s face.  “If I’d known you could grow roses I wouldn’t be spending so much money on flowers.” 

@faeofheart

Jamie is very thankful, feeling the over-enthusiastic bush wither and die slowly. Slowly enough they can extricate themself from the mess of brambles, rather than collapsing all at once into a heap. They still have to pluck odd petals and thorns from sweater but... it’s better than nothing. “I-- it’s honestly not really my thing, naturally? Growing flowers is, y’know, more of a spring and into early summer thing, rather than late summer and early fall. But.... technically I’m still summer? Summer enough that I can grow things, though.... well, obviously, not without its mishaps. Probably should just leave that to my sister. Appreciate the help, by the way. It’s, uh, been awhile. Good to see you.”

[faeofheart]

btw, I got into digital art

[faeofheart]

@sgarrigh asked:

" that’s quite a conundrum you’ve got yourself into. "

the younger fey huffed, limbs flailed about in the obscenely large bush they had found themself in. Growing things, as it would turn out, was still proving to be a bit of a fun challenge. Especially this late in the season. As if to add insult to injury, the thorn near his face seemed to grow longer; a bead of blood rolled down their ruddy cheek. "Yeah, yeah. Would you help me? As it turns out, a bed of roses is not, in fact, as comfortable as it sounds."