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@fairysland
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september walkin into a mcdonalds in a dress made of wildflowers and a crown made of branches n gold n vines: i need a uhhhhhhhh Big Mac the poor mcdonalds employee: uh.h..hhhhhhhhh .... Anything Else?
okay listen................... we live & die by the idea that fairyland, while wonderful & awe worthy & beautiful, is borderline TERRIFYING in that beauty. there are areas of it that never change, never grow, the same day over & over again stretched out for forever, & there are places so chaotic & full of change you will never know if you’ll be able to walk down the same path twice .... all the colors are too bright, everything is wild & chaotic & the similarities between it & the human world look like they’ve been pieced together by someone’s memory ... a Mad Dream .... can you imagine living there as a human long enough to realize nothing changes but at the same time everything can change & anything, absolutely ANYTHING can result in something wonderful or terrible ....
starter call . ♡
rules .
since i’m going mildly canon divergent & i do what i want (& who’s going to stop me? catherynne?) september does become queen of fairyland, & when crowned as such she inherits its magic as well. fairyland bends to her, it moves with her. & this is magic she can feel & use even away from fairyland (at this point, she can come & go as she pleases) -- you can feel it around her, sometimes. it’s a warm, hazy feeling, unexplainable but not really unpleasant. it can be intense, though. occasionally, fairy rings & flowers will pop up in places where she’s been ^_^ its cute
in other news v happy cat uses the Gay Capitalizing Random Words in th books so i can have an excuse to do it in mine here
did i dream you?
SENTENCE STARTERS : MABEL . @lelyas . accepting .
❝ NO , I’M REAL . I WAS REAL . as real as it all was . oh , lelya … ❞ at last , her voice cracks with the weight of an age passed , as if their shared history suddenly collapsed upon her shoulders & sent her to her knees . they are more aligned now , face to face , a girl in the dirt & a girl in the water , both stained by magic in their own terrible & wonderful ways . beneath her , the ground yields wetly , grime etching into her knees & her palms all muddy & cold & dark . one hand she drags across the length of her skirt , so that she might reach out & caress hélène’s cheek with the soft heel of her palm . but it hovers in the air , caught in hesitation , unwilling to give without permission . the years between them ache in their phantom pains , & september smiles , a rueful , miserable thing that flutters wrongly on her doe - like face .
❝ i’m so sorry i never found you . there’s nothing & no one to blame but me . not magic , or fairy food , or Monsters in labyrinths . i thought you’d left , & maybe you couldn’t find your way back , or maybe you didn’t want to . magic can be so frightening , when it comes , & i would not have pulled you back into the thick of it if you didn’t want . ❞ & at the mouth of the lake she nearly cries . she knows her rusalkas , as all children who cut their teeth on wonder & fairies & magicks & Other Things We Won’t Name do , but knows them best as they are in our world : bound in page & ink , which is the only place to uncover mystical secrets when you spend long winters in your homeland where no fairy fruit grows at all . if the stories hold any truth , then — a fierce pang bursts in her chest , & she mourns all of the tragedies they have not yet spoken . ❝ but they snatched you up , didn’t they ? & i did not find you , & oh — ❞ & she throws her arms about her old friend , pouring into the embrace all of the love & care & remorse that only a girl with too big a heart can hold .
also, smth to note before i dive in .... i’m taking a few liberties w/ fairyland and its canon . in short , september’s canon will p much Always coincide w/ other universes -- especially fantasy universes . fairyland is vast , and connected in some way or another to many different “worlds” or islands, countries, etc. [ for example , buyan is mentioned . ] and there are ways in fairyland to slip into these worlds . so , unless plotted otherwise i’m probably going to go that route ...
❝ 𝙸 𝙳𝙾𝙽’𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙺 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙸𝚂 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 i meant to go . ❞ magic is like that , a finicky thing all gorged on mischief & spite . it will do anything for a good show , & not even girls like september -- knightly , bold - eyed & soft - mouthed , who have held magic & turned it over in their palms before -- are immune to such tricks . if anything , they are only more susceptible . & no doubt there are wonders to be had , adventures to be sought after , but this is not the stomping ground of her youth , & she holds her breath against it .
@uncanis . ♡ .
𝚂𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙴𝙼𝙱𝙴𝚁 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙻 . appearance .
❝ NOW I WISH … i wish the marquess would leave everyone alone. and that i could be a … a paladin, like lye said. a bold knight and true. and that will not cry when i get afraid. ❞
a sentence starter inspired by “ MABEL ” a podcast about ghosts , family secrets , strange houses , and missed connections written by becca de la rosa and mabel martin.
did i dream you?
are you real? are you anything of flesh, do you breathe?
you knew me, as though i was a piece of you, something you’d been missing.
where does it come from, the thread that ties us together?
i see you now, as i saw you then.
sometimes i think i would eat you if i could.
what am i if not a jaw full of teeth?
what do we eat, if not history?
what feeds our engines, if not fairy tales?
a story that refuses to end is not a story. it is a prison.
what is the nature of ownership?
if anything, i believe that i own you.
do i not have you leashed?
you will never find me, you will never catch me.
there will be no trace of me left for you to hold.
and by what nameless name do you like to be called?
i want out of the dark just as much as you do.
i am not your torch, nor am i your guidelight.
a good pet is only worth the distance her leash might stretch.
what prayer crosses your lips?
do you still dream of freedom?
is love freedom? or only a longer leash?
love is a leash that pulls both ways.
i thought we could do anything if we were together.
if this was a fair story, you would have already come back to me.
i was lost when i came here first. so some of me will always be lost.
last time you were here , you just kept saying you were lost.
i went in for coffee and most of me never came out.
starter call . ♡
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