A Frolic of Fairies

Blog for some fey ocs, set mostly in the Maleficent fandom.

[frolicoffey]

Sideblog for a loose bunch of mostly OC fey characters, based in the Maleficent fandom but open to writing with anyone. Blog is a work in progress.

About: 

-Non selective, but now mutuals only. If we’ve interacted before, we don’t have to be mutuals.-

-Minors DNI in case of occasional dark or NSFW themes-

Mun is 25+ with over 10 years rp experience.

No other real rules other than don’t be a jerk, no godmodding, and semi literacy preferred. (No need to be perfect though)

Until I can make a muse link page, here are muses thus far:

Bone fairies

Virgie

Elizabeth “Lizzie”

AJ

Udo

Ewaki

[famousfishathletecookie]

[galeriemishi]

Just freedom...

[hometoursandotherstuff]

[fairyycoffin]

reblogging this again because it remains true.

[bassguitarinablackt-shirt]

i reblog this everytime it comes across my dash lmao

[frolicoffey]

@warriorfey @eternalstrigoii for yours and Borra's amusement

Don't mind Ewaki while he swings down from a tree limb, hanging upside down in an attempt to surprise Borra.

"Boo."

He probably can't surprise Borra any more than Borra could surprise him, but at least he's far more adept at it than, well, humans.

[frolicoffey]

New muse: Ewaki

Name: Ewaki

Fey type: 1/2 bone fey, 1/2 desert fey. Identifies with both.

Known abilities: Great strength, fast flying, echolocation, all around enhanced senses (minus sight)

About: Ewaki is what happens when a bone fey meets a desert fey. While very tall, he's nowhere near the grand heights of the bone fey. He speaks the limited Bone Fey vocabulary which consists of various inflections of the words 'maim' and 'vengeance', but also speaks normally.

Ewaki uses echolocation to hunt and to move around. Though technically blind, that doesn't stop him, as he has excellent perception otherwise and it's rather difficult to fool him. He's also very mischievous, and enjoys trying to sneak up on people.

He has the gray skin tone of most bone fey, but the remainder of his facial features resemble that of a desert fey. His wings, rather than be made of feathers, are seemingly large and leathery, resembling black bat wings instead.

[paintingpuff]

Hello tumblr I heard you like changeling stories

[dateaforestgod]

date a forest god who will always look after you, even when you can't look after yourself

[assassin1513]

🪽The flying Knight 🪽

[frolicoffey]

Advice column

For the amusement of @warriorfey @eternalstrigoii and anyone else who might find it funny. Some of my other characters ask the fey fam for advice.

Q: What does one do about bullies when conflict de-escalation and escort services don’t suffice?

-Billie

A: Violence. Also, get bigger escorts. -Borra

Borra, you can’t just answer violence to everything. -Conall

WATCH ME -Borra

Q: People yell at me for not getting to the point sooner but I honestly don’t think I know how. Help? -Bridge

A: Who’s yelling at you? I’ll murder them. -Borra

Borra, for the love of god -Conall

I’d commit violence for Bridge. -Udo

Udo, you’re not helping -Conall

Q: Where can I practice high-pitched, eardrum-splitting screaming? 

-Mia

A: Spltting, you say? Ulstead. -Borra

Borra! -Conall

What? -Borra

Q: I know the Baby Shark song is annoying, but it actually means something to me and helps. Where can I sing and play with my Baby Sharks and not annoy anyone?

A: If you change the song to ‘Bodies’, I’ll listen to it all day. -Borra

I’ll tolerate it. -Conall

Against my better judgment, I’d say with the children. -Udo

Q: I accidentally teleported on top of a telephone pole again. Can someone help? -Pixie

Udo will be right there. -Borra

*sighs and flies off* -Udo

[sakimichan]

Male maleficent : D and here’s some progress shots.

[frolicoffey]

@ask-flip-frost for funsies

“Maim.” The word came from a fey who was at least fifteen feet tall, or close to it. If they’d been inside, he’d be ducking under every door, but instead he was ducking tree branches as he and his much shorter companion flew. Both his skin and wings were in various shades of grey, and most who came across him-if they were unlucky enough-would find him terrifying.

“Yes, I know we’re lost.” That came from a blond forest fey who was probably at least three heads shorter-nowhere near fifteen feet, anyhow. “I wanted to visit the Moors now that Ulstead is peaceful, but it seems the directions we got were wrong.”  She flew up to a branch and perched on one of the limbs. “Well, maybe someone around knows.”

[frolicoffey]

The much taller bone fairy grinned-a gesture that would terrify most people. He turned to his companion and said, “Vengeance vengeance vengeance.”

“Excuse me, you did not point the moorland out to me-you were far too distracted hunting,” Lizzie replied. Then she turned to Flip and rolled her eyes. “Great guy, but when something with bones crosses his path, he’s like anyone else who gets distracted by something shiny.

The bone fairy snorted and pretended to look offended, but it was evident that he was quite used to that sort of talk. Besides, it wasn’t as if Lizzie was wrong-he just wouldn’t admit it.

“That’d be helpful, actually,” Lizzie went on. “We aren’t as familiar with this land as you are. My companion here gets as lost as I do sometimes, but he usually makes it out just fine because-well, most beings that are fifteen feet tall and terrifying do.” She laughed.

[coisasdetere]

Lancashire, England. 

[disneyadaptations]

Our kind roamed every part of the world. The tundra. The forest. The jungle. The desert.

[invisible-k1ng]

@ all the maleficent fandom

[frolicoffey]

@ask-flip-frost for funsies

“Maim.” The word came from a fey who was at least fifteen feet tall, or close to it. If they’d been inside, he’d be ducking under every door, but instead he was ducking tree branches as he and his much shorter companion flew. Both his skin and wings were in various shades of grey, and most who came across him-if they were unlucky enough-would find him terrifying.

“Yes, I know we’re lost.” That came from a blond forest fey who was probably at least three heads shorter-nowhere near fifteen feet, anyhow. “I wanted to visit the Moors now that Ulstead is peaceful, but it seems the directions we got were wrong.”  She flew up to a branch and perched on one of the limbs. “Well, maybe someone around knows.”

[frolicoffey]

Lizzie turned slightly upon hearing the voice. Though half human-she’d spent her entire life among fey, so she knew how to spot and hear smaller beings most days. It still took her a moment to spot Flip, however, and when she did, she said, simply, “That we’re lost.” Had she detected any danger, she might not have been so conversational, but she didn’t, so she saw no problem with answering. “We were trying to visit the Moors, but it seems one of us took a wrong turn.”

“Vengeance vengeance maim,” her (much) taller companion replied. He hadn’t had any trouble spotting Flip at all, but bone fairies rarely had trouble catching sight of anything.

“No it is most certainly not my fault,” Lizzie retorted to her companion before turning her head back Flip’s way. “I don’t suppose you could tell us how we could get to the Moors-or, at the very least, where we are?”

[redtyrannoranger]

“For Women’s Day I’ll go on dates with as many girls as I can over the next 24 hours. Line up ladies”👉👉

[frolicoffey]

“I’m not sure what a date is, but if you can keep up, you can hang out in the woods with me for a while if you can keep up.” That’s Lizzie just swooping down and adjusting her wings.

[frolicoffey]

@ask-flip-frost for funsies

“Maim.” The word came from a fey who was at least fifteen feet tall, or close to it. If they’d been inside, he’d be ducking under every door, but instead he was ducking tree branches as he and his much shorter companion flew. Both his skin and wings were in various shades of grey, and most who came across him-if they were unlucky enough-would find him terrifying.

“Yes, I know we’re lost.” That came from a blond forest fey who was probably at least three heads shorter-nowhere near fifteen feet, anyhow. “I wanted to visit the Moors now that Ulstead is peaceful, but it seems the directions we got were wrong.”  She flew up to a branch and perched on one of the limbs. “Well, maybe someone around knows.”