A Little Wicked

'Cause I am, I am A little wicked I am, yes, I am Hands red, hands red Just like you said I am, I am A little wicked ~Independent and semi-selective RP blog for my original Fae character, Sammy. Sammy is a morally grey character that folks should approach with caution. A kind word might have her leaving you gifts and singing your praises, while looking at her weird could have her wanting to eat your liver. Please read Rules/About first~

[roaming-fae]

A Wanderer wanders in

The new arrival to Derry was finding the air strange. Heavy, with more than the humid summer heat and buzz of cicadas. She felt on edge and couldn’t puzzle out why. New places never made her nervous, but an unease had settled over her since her feet first brought her wandering into Derry. The town smelled of discarded things, musky clothes and rusted bikes, broken dolls and ripped raincoats. A whiff of rain on the wind, a hint of blood and rot, too slight for any human nose to perceive.

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[ancientdeadlight]

Deep deep inside the sewers, Pennywise was about to devour one of IT’s leftovers from the day before. IT stretched out on a pile of old riff raff that had been lying around for ages until IT formed it to IT’s wishes, a place to relax and to eat of course. Lying on IT’s back, Pennywise could suddenly feel a strange presence around which wasn’t there before.  Did someone dared to enter IT’s turf without asking? It seemed like it. Hastily slinging down the last bit of leftovers, Pennywise got up, sniffing the air. Yes indeed, there was someone here that didn’t belong to Derry at all.

Curiosity got the best of IT, thus Pennywise began to follow the strange scent and the voice IT could hear. Carefree little thing, maybe IT had just found ITself another victim… Grinning like a chesire cat, Pennywise continued to follow the voice to its source. IT came closer and the scent became stronger, nearly unbearable by now.

IT decided to stay in the shadows, watching. Waiting IT’s time.

“Come on, little one, whoever you are, i am waiting for you…Come into my deadlights..”

@roaming-fae

[roaming-fae]

As the strange scent drew nearer, Sammy meandered from the shallow waters and moved up the side of the tunnel, around to the ceiling where she strolled along, walking upside down. She continued to hum, slowing to a stop when she heard that voice speak out. Tilting her head, she stared into the darkness ahead, trying to determine what was lurking there. Her sight was usually excellent in the dark, but that didn’t mean it would be now against this new creature. IT’s comment amused, and she laughed. 

“Little one? Inaccurate, I’m a maypole. Deadlights, huh? That sounds intriguing. You sound it too. Never smelt your sort before.”

She prowled closer, curiosity overriding caution.

@ancientdeadlight

[roaming-fae]

A Wanderer wanders in

The new arrival to Derry was finding the air strange. Heavy, with more than the humid summer heat and buzz of cicadas. She felt on edge and couldn’t puzzle out why. New places never made her nervous, but an unease had settled over her since her feet first brought her wandering into Derry. The town smelled of discarded things, musky clothes and rusted bikes, broken dolls and ripped raincoats. A whiff of rain on the wind, a hint of blood and rot, too slight for any human nose to perceive.

Kin? No, she couldn’t sense any of her kind nearby. 

Something was there though, something she’d never encountered in her many millennia walking the Earth.

She wanted to know what, her unease didn’t serve as a deterrent to seeking it out, whatever it was. She wandered all over town, the many missing posters not going unnoticed by her. In a wooded area she found a creek, walking along the shallows with her bare feet, following the ribbon curve of the creek for a while, before a glimmer of sun upon a larger body of water caught her eye through the trees. She found a large pond, access into the sewers standing at the other end. 

She moved swiftly to it, seeing a deflated red balloon discarded at the entrance. Into the dark she prowled, requiring no light to navigate by. She saw just fine in the gloom, favoring it over the bright sunlight. Deeper and deeper she ventured, humming 99 Red Balloons as she went.

@ancientdeadlight

[ofnailbatsandaxefives]

[roaming-fae]

Lounging on a rock, she picked bits of bloodied meat out of her teeth with one sharp claw. “If you don't like me that's fine, but you know...Watch your mouth.”

[succulent-poet]

"if you see a fairy ring..."

[covenkiss]

Me stepping into a faerie ring: why won't the faeries take me :(

The Fae folk: pure of heart, but dumb of ass.

[cordeliacvrstairs]

the land of fairy, where nobody gets old and godly and grave, where nobody gets old and crafty and wise, where nobody gets old and bitter of tongue.

[sphinxmemesmusings]

Random Headcanon Meme!

⍤ : What does your muse’s voice sound like? Is it light? High pitched? Scratchy? Deep?

✍ : What is your muse’s handwriting like? Is it neat? Sloppy? Fancy?

☕ : Does your muse prefer coffee or tea?

⌚ : Is your muse good with keeping on schedule for meetings, appointments, or events, or are they always late? Or, are they always a bit early?

♿ : Has your muse had any injuries in the past?

☺ : What is your muse’s smile like? Do they smile often?

⚡ : How does your muse feel about storms? Are they afraid of them, or do they calm them?

⚠ : How does your muse react to possibly dangerous situations? Do they face them head-on, or do they plan out their actions first?

☃  : What is your muse’s favorite season? What about their least favorite season, if they have one?

☂  : Does your muse like rain?

☼ : Does your muse like daytime or nighttime more?

🏨  : How well does your muse sleep?

❤ : What are your muse’s thoughts on love? If they are not in a relationship, do they believe that they will ever find a perfect someone for them?

☘ : Does your muse believe in luck? How about fate?

⚯ : Does your muse have good eyesight? If not, what is it like? Are they nearsighted or farsighted? Or both? Do they use glasses? Or do they prefer contacts?

👓 : If your muse wears glasses, what are their glasses frames like?

♨ : Does your muse have good table manners? How do they feel about bad table manners?

❀ : What is your muse’s opinion about flower crowns?

♬ : Does your muse sing well? Regardless of whether they sing well or not, do they enjoy singing?

📐 : Is your muse good at math? Do they like it, or do they hate it?

♞ : What is your muse’s favorite animal?

εїз : How does your muse feel about bugs and insects?

📱 : Does your muse prefer calling or texting?

☆ : Of the sun, stars, and the moon, which is your muse’s favorite?

ツ : Does your muse prefer lots of friends, or just a few close ones?

✝ : Is your muse religious?

[puzzlesandcons]

I didn’t flee the conclave because I thought I would lose, I fled because I knew I would win.

[dailytwd]

we’ve all done things. or else we wouldn’t be here. it isn’t always that easy to live with. it’s better than losing everything.

[puzzlesandcons]

[dailytwd]

Nadia Hilker as Magna in the walking dead

[roaming-fae]

Rules/About

Rules:

~No Godmodding, please! Leave playing my character to me, please and thank you.

~Mutuals only please!

~If you want to plot, let me know! I love to plot, but I also like spur of the moment stuff, so if you want to RP with me, just let me know. I’m always up for a chat, or send a starter or meme my way.

~Sometimes I may take a while to get a reply out, and sometimes I’ll be lightning fast. Please be patient with me.

~If I’m just not feeling a thread, I will let you know and just won’t drop it without a word. Please show me the same courtesy and let me know if you’re not happy with the way a thread is going, I promise I won’t be upset.

~While I prefer fairly large replies, don’t be discouraged from interacting if your rp style is short and sweet, I’m good with any length if our muses have an interesting dynamic!

~Both Muse and Mun are over 18, so adult themes are okay if you and your muse are over 18, however if you want our muses to get very extreme, be it gore or smut, I would appreciate plotting a bit first, though I understand sometimes an RP just goes in that direction.

~I think it goes without saying that Original Charcters are welcome here, given that Sammy is one! I love OCs!!!

~I’m not going to get fancy with icons or images, but I love seeing them and certainly don’t mind all that! If you’re expecting it from me though, I’m sorry to disappoint but it’s not happening. I have no talent with making icons or fancy edits! I’ll use some pictures or gifs sometimes, but they won’t be anything fancy.

~Please let me know if something makes you uncomfortable.

About:

Sammy appears to be in her late twenties, quite tall at 6′2″. She can appear like a normal human when she wants to, though her eyes have tapetum lucidum (eyeshine in the dark). Sometimes she has a mouth full of razor sharp teeth, and thick claws, both of which she can summon at will. She can shape shift into a massive black wolf. She’s very strong and fast, with senses that far excel those of a human. She can travel through shadows, walk up walls and across ceilings, and some minor hovering abilities, though that takes a lot of focus.

She’s sensitive to iron, and the ring of an iron bell will bring her to her knees, causing a severe headache while making her very disoriented. If your muse doesn’t know anything about Fae lore, don’t have them bust out an iron bell knowing what it will do to her.

Sammy is a wanderer, has been for many years. She can be convinced to stay a while in one place, but her standard setting is roaming. When she encounters something bigger and badder than her, she tries to mind her manners, though if she thinks she can get away with messing with them without too much damage to herself, she will. She enjoys a good brawl.

She’s a very old being trying to alleviate boredom.

Like any Fae, Sammy is very fickle and unpredictable, it’s hard to know how she’ll react to something. Just keep that in mind. If your muse is nice, chances are Sammy will be nice back, but if they’re looking for trouble, she’ll give them trouble.

Short blip about the mun: I’m in my thirties, been RPing off and on for nearly fifteen years now, though I’m new to Tumblr role playing!