Sweet dreams are made of this...

We must not look at goblin men, We must not buy their fruits: Who knows upon what soil they fed Their hungry thirsty roots?” -Christina Rossetti  Welcome to the Shrouded Moon Carnival, where anything, and everything you have ever wanted will be given to you. Come, come play with us, let your wildest and most whimsical fantasies come alive. We're all waiting for you~  [Independent Unseelie Fae OC. Sideblog. Please read Rules before following.] Blog on hiatus

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    Unfortunately, the last man she had lured to the pond hadn’t gone as quietly and peacefully as she anticipated, as evidenced by the red-tinged water of the pond beside the rusalka. 

     The man should have known better– wading at the edge of a pond after sunset and not carrying a cross, or wormwood. Nor had he thought to bring her any presents. Tsk, tsk. Nevermind all that– she’ll weave him a lovely garland of water lilies to cover up the gash the rocks had made on his head. He’ll be beautiful and whole again. And all hers. No one will take him away from her again. 

     She glances away from the fading bubbles, her gaze lured away by a sudden movement at the corner of her eyes, and the green fires fade from her eyes. A person. Just how much did they see? 

     No matter– they will be dealt with soon enough. 

     “Come here my sweet,” She coos in heavily accented English, crooking a pale finger in a languid come hither gesture, “No need to be so shy.” 

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nowherexkids

Mimic noticed nothing amiss in Camille’s expression or reaction. Slowly, she brought the brush through the fae’s dark locks. She alternated the brushing with soft strokes of her hand. Her hair was silky beneath her touch, and if she brought her nose lower, it would smell incredible.

But she didn’t do that, content to stir the alluring scent with the motion of her hands and brush. When she caught the smile in the reflection, bright blue eyes danced and her own smile pulled her lips upwards.

“I’ve always liked your hair,” she admitted. From that very first moment when she–then a he–had met Camille. She’d only wanted to play with her hair and brush it, and Camille had let her. “It’s very pretty. Do you think I should have hair like it?” she asked, her attention turning back to watching the brush sweeping through her locks. “I could, you know.” She was a shape-shifter. She could change anything about herself if she wanted.

Her thoughts shifted gear though, brow furrowing slightly. “What does that mean? Acushla?”

“It’s the equivalent of darling in Gaelic– just a shortened form of it.” As she speaks, the fae adjusts the costume she’s wearing, allowing the thoughts of love and affection to fade from her mind, going into a pre-performance meditation of sorts, letting all emotion slip away into the ether. 

“I ought to warn you ahead of time, an important client is in the audience tonight, and I may have to entertain him.” She hopes that the young demon understands the implication lacing her words. As the pretty headliner, the boss expected to seal deals with powerful beings coming through by using Camille’s powers of persuasion– put simply, usually involving sex or blood, often both. It’s not the most ideal situation when she has a lover such as Mimic, and it’s a game she doesn’t always enjoy playing, even if she pretends to, but she has a roof over her head and a way to forget the past by doing so. That’s something, right? 

She throws Mimic another faint smile to ease the sting of her words. “For the record, I think you would look beautiful no matter what you do with your hair. I won’t tell you what to do with it, either way.” Besides, Mimic isn’t a client, and so she technically can’t tell Mimic what to do anyway. 

[svcredstars]

Her hair was soft, her hands were soft, her lips were soft. Her eyes were soft. Her voice was soft, even when she was loud and laughed a little too much and snorted. Even her thoughts were soft. In a world so coarse and rough all I wanted to do was hold her and keep the softness close and let her dull my senses. But even though she dulled my sharp edges, I had to let her go in fear of cutting her soft skin.

i touched you a million times and every time i’ve left a scar | jocelyn (via these-sacred-walls)

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“I have friends.” She states simply, her nostrils flaring in irritation. The Phouka doesn't have this issue with her friends. Mainly because they aren't stupid, clumsy humans that she has to reassure with words instead of actions. Most of the time, she doesn't even need to be in this form to communicate.

Even if the man is protected by one of the Daoine Sidhe, and has powers himself, still– many of those here hated the Seelie court enough to risk incurring her wrath. Clearly the man had to realize the danger he could be in, and why she had to explain herself thoroughly, otherwise, she doesn't know what Saoirse saw in him. "Your paramour is one of my friends, I might add."

The dark haired woman tilts her head, looking in the general direction of the bed where Andy was sitting. “Well, she didn’t tell me you were such a rude·amadán, otherwise I wouldn’t have bothered to cook for you at all.”·

Even if the Phouka considered Saoirse a friend, she's not going to put on the whole dog and pony show for some mortal– she's not gonna pretend she likes him when he gives her this sort of attitude. "Now, eat up before it gets cold. I don't want to get a lecture from Saoirse because I failed to do one simple thing." Not to mention, she has better things to do; being one of two cooks for the entire Carnival is no easy feat sometimes.

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@trustmeimawitch

“Look– I’m not one of the people who brought you here. I honestly don’t care about the whole court politics bullshit, but seeing that you’re an outsider here, as I once was, let me give you a piece of advice: If you want to survive here, you’re going to have to make friends with people other than little miss sunshine. Particularly if the boss-lady calls you into her tent.” 

She sets down a plate of food on a nearby table, her long black horse’s tail swishing behind her in annoyance.

“I have no reason to make you forget everything, kill you, or keep you here forever. I mean, I could eat you if you really wanted me to, but it just seems like a lot of effort and drama without any pay off, really. Besides, I never really developed a taste for your kind.” 

There’s a nonchalant shrug, and she averts her pale eyes, which look as though they are covered with cataracts. To be honest, she thought humans were always a bit dull, but if this one was important to Saoirse, she may as well try to be nice. 

“All I’m saying is, you need an ally other than Saorise and I’m what you mortals would call one of the Solitary fae. I just joined the carnival out of convenience and tend not to associate with most of their lot. You can ask Saoirse when she comes back from the boss’s tent. She wanted me to make sure you ate something, even if I’d much rather have nothing to do with all of this nonsense.” 

[catastrophepins]

Dark Carnival Aesthetic ; requested by anon

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devouress:

     there’s only a deep laugh that resonates from the god. ammit’s fingers still tight within camille’s raven tresses and her nose along the smooth of her neck. inhaling her scent and leaving marks of her teeth along her skin. “ we’ll see. ”

     “I must not be doing my job well enough, then. You should be wanting to keep me forever if I’m doing it correctly.” She purrs low in her throat, a hint of playfulness in her words before she angles her neck to allow the god better access to her throat. A small sigh of pleasure escapes between her parted lips, and she draws the taller woman further into her embrace, closing her eyes. 

[nowherexkids]

@shroudedmooncarnival | someone misses camille

Despite the fact she was in a form where she had a voice, Mimic was quiet. She was just sitting on the bed, watching Camille from where she sat before her mirror. She honestly could’ve watched the fae for hours.

But she didn’t want to just watch. Slowly, she stood and approached Camille. Reaching her, she hesitated, for a second, before she grabbed for the hairbrush. Her free hand began to comb through Camille’s dark locks first, before she started to brush it gently.

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Camile isn’t bothered by the quiet. In fact, she finds the temporary silence a respite from the rest of the carnival, which is all screams, music and laughter. Most days it doesn’t bother her, but today is one of those days where the mask she has to wear out there feels unnatural and stifling. It’s been happening more and more now that Mimic is staying with her. Secretly, she thinks it’s because Mimic reminds her of someone she thought had died a long time ago. A being capable of love. 

A shiver passes down her spine as she feels the young demon’s fingers pass through her hair, the gesture pulling the fae from her thoughts. She straightens her back. A small smile of amusement curls on her ruby lips before she looks at Mimic’s reflection in the mirror in front of her. 

“You certainly have a fixation with my hair, don’t you, acushla?” Not that she minds, but it’s a little more unusual for beings outside the realm of the fae to be so enamored with her hair. 

[souldealsandnightmares]

A Trip to the Circus

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souldealsandnightmares

The Slaugh King chuckled. “Having trouble? I didn’t take you for such an amateur Camille.” His glamour fades for just a split second, revealing the crueler, malevolent specter of a man beneath his attractive features before bringing her closer to him once more. 

“Luring mortals is much easier when they want to be lured, my dear. So many people who need my help. So many willing to gain things they wish for through me. So many more that can’t pay the toll for my expertise. So I always have a steady of souls coming to me.”

“And on top of it, he business of being the Boogeyman is always rewarding. But enough catching up. I’m wondering what you have to entertain me with this time.”

Camille can’t help but let out a haughty scoff at his words, retreating a pace. “Amateur? Hardly. I’m aware of how to lure mortals in. It’s finding ones who want to be that proves harder. So many are attached to their technology, and want a quick fix. It’s so hard for them to want to indulge in fantasies anymore. They’re just here for a freak show, not because they entertain the idea of magic or indulging in their fantasies. We still manage to get some to stay, however. In case you hadn’t noticed, we’re not dead yet.” 

Blood red nails ghost along the line of his jaw, not seeming too fazed when his glamour flickers; Along with pain, the Unseelie court thrives on the bizarre, and the monstrous. There is no disgrace in such things here. “I’m happy to hear things on your end have been well. At least fear still has power in this world.” 

She slips her hand away from his jawline, and quirks an eyebrow at him. Her hand comes down to rest on her hip, purposefully drawing attention to the curve of her hips, bust, and waist under his gaze. “It all depends on what you desire, my Lord. I am available if you wish to indulge, but there are a few new members of our company if you’re looking for a little variety in your conquests. A few of them rare and unusual for these parts too.” 

[trustmeimawitch]

Andy was grateful for the quiet, grateful for any lull in the craziness of this carnival. It was a small reprieve. He honestly couldn’t ask for anything more. He’d take what he as given.

The silence was perfect to allow his thoughts settle. He might sleep. But when Saoirse spoke, he gave a genuinely amused chuckle and shifted to sit up, glancing to her. “No. I haven’t forgotten. But no one’s ever called me a beautiful novelty before. In context, I know that’s not a compliment. Camille wants to eat me alive.” 

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Saoirse walks over to the bed, sinking down beside him and gently threads her fingers through his hair, an affectionate gesture. Briefly, her eyes admire the red strands between her fingers, and allows the silence between them deepen for a few minutes. Eventually, she retracts her hand, and brings it down to rest on the folds of her dress. 

Her soft, resonant voice breaks the silence, “I understand why. In a vastly different life, I might have felt the same. But in this life, you’re much more than a beautiful novelty to me.” Dare she say the words out loud? Companion? Consort? She declines to, even if deep down she knows that she’s just as much his as he is hers, if not more so. From the moment she saw him stop that truck from hitting a child, that seed of emotion had been planted. 

A part of her wonders if this is the fate that her ancestors had intended; to be banished from home in order to be able to withstand the difficult fate of loving something not of their world? She wishes she knew the answer. 

Instead, she speaks again, “You give me hope for a better future, in spite of this miserable gilded cage we’re both in. That someday, this place will be no more than an unhappy memory for both of us."

[tiredie]

[trustmeimawitch]

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[trustmeimawitch]

It wasn’t as if he’d never been around a woman who could easily charm her way. He knew was a different sort, and Saoirse’s anxiety was entirely understandable. Andy just reclined his head back, letting his eyes slid closed when she finally stepped away. He stretched out his legs. “I know how she is. She’s…” he trailed off, letting the unfinished sentence die away.

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Saoirse doesn’t ask him to finish his sentence, understanding where his mind is going. Camille was used to getting what she wants, and when that doesn’t happen, it makes her more determined to have it. Idly, she runs her fingers along the fabric of her scarves, admiring the array of colors that always remind her of home. Today is one of those days that she wishes she could show Andy that place, to not have to worry about Unseelie filth trying to take him away from her. 

She comments, “And I think you forget how handsome you are. It only makes her want you that much more. You’re a beautiful novelty in her eyes. They don’t get that many new people here anymore.” 

[trustmeimawitch]

There was a small note of it in her voice. Jealousy. An eyebrow went up, then lowered. “Oh, yes. I was very seduced. And as a man, I have absolutely no self control.” His words were a tease, obviously. “We made wild crazy love.” The eyebrow went up again, tone shifting to one of seriousness, mixed with slight annoyance. “What do you think? Yes, I told her no.” 

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Saoirse stares at him for a moment, before letting out a sigh of relief. She twists her scarf in her hands, and shakes her head at herself. “I didn’t mean it in that manner. I just know that she has a way with words, and men.” With these words, she averts her gaze from Andy, and tries to distract herself from these feelings by going to put the scarf in her hands away. She doesn’t like these feelings. It’s ridiculous that she’s getting so possessive over a mortal in this way, as if she’s just a slip of a thing. 

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@trustmeimawitch

“I am in complete disbelief that Camille tried to seduce you. I sincerely hope that you told her no, on principle alone.” 

Of course she isn’t jealous. She’s far superior, as one of the elite of the Seelie Court, and has– oh, all right. She might be feeling slightly threatened at the moment, but refuses to admit that fact out loud. 

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@devouress

Continued from x: 

“For as long as you want me, I am yours. Unless you are making a more formal request?” 

[meiselr]

100 Picspams Challenge | #17 - Faeries

I don’t believe in magic- You will, when you see her (x)

[theliteraryjournals]

What a strange illusion it is to suppose that beauty is goodness.

Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina (via wnq-writers)