...But we are spirits of another sort...

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[spiritofanothersort]

[see-arcane]

Yes hi hello where is my production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream where it’s revealed that Titania was, true to Queen Fae form, not waylaid by magic love pollen, but actively trying to fuck with Oberon for fucking with her

[see-arcane]

Titania, as loudly as possible: Oh! Oh shit! It looks like I’m in love with this donkey-headed mortal peasant now! How weird and totally unsuspicious

Oberon and Puck: -high-fiving in the bushes-

Titania: He’s just so hot! Makes my husband look ugly as fuck

Oberon and Puck: -high-fiving less-

Titania: I mean seriously, compared to you, guy with the actual head of a mule, Oberon looks like pixie-dusted shit

Oberon, strangling Puck: How much did you use

Puck: hhghh

Titania: You know what, fuck Oberon. I’m divorcing him tonight and taking you and my mortal friend’s hot son with me. 

Oberon, about to punt Puck so hard he girdles the Earth twice: How Much

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

There are teeth marks on everything he loves.

Yusef Komunyakaa

[froodette]

gardening has this reputation as a gentle and chill hobby but you know what?? gardening is actually a constant and brutal conflict between the human need for control and the will of life to spread - a battle between life and death itself, even. in the garden I am the Overlord Supreme, Peerless Queen of the Dirt, Arbiter Above All, the ultimate and final judge over who gets to live and who must die. I drowned an entire anthill today for daring to exist in my realm, and the blood of hundreds has soiled my soul. my thumbs may be green but my hands are black and deadly.

[siadea]

This explains more about Samwise Gamgee than anything else I have ever read.

[spiritofanothersort]

I never Promised you a Rose Garden🥀

[spiritofanothersort]

tellurianwitch

That was what both her grandparents said about magic and science, though at different times in different contexts. Both encouraged her to pursue both fields, and she felt even better with the knowledge that a queen of Faerie agreed, although she had a very different perspective on the matter.

Miranda smoothed out a wince that pulled at her cheek at the sight of Titania eating a random berry from a bush. It must have been nice to not have to worry about that kind of thing. In a way, knowing things scientifically put her even further behind the Fae. The berries would probably make her terribly ill, judging from the colour and surrounding foliage.

“…If you were in my position, what would you do?” she asked carefully. Not asking for advice, but posing a hypothetical situation from which she could glean wisdom.

“Hhmm.” Titania squinted at her just as she pulled a handkerchief from somewhere (either thin air or her dress had pockets) and started dabbing at her lips and fingers.

The changeling was smart, knew how to phrase her question to avoid obligation; but so was she, and these plants were interesting. 

“I would replant them somewhere where they would be reated as they deserve. Of course, it should be a place where the utmost care would be taken so they would not harm the ecosystem while being introduced to it.”

[philomaela]

[thesluagh]

Conspicuous

[spiritofanothersort]

thesluagh‌

Robyn shook his head. “That’s not actually a thing,” he muttered as some people started to leave. He pulled out his phone and checked his email. “Buuuut the professor’s not going to be in. We’re supposed to listen to a different lecture on youtube and we’ll have the actual one next week.”

He smiled at Oberon and put his phone away. “Coffee it is!”

Oberon scrunched up his nose, “Yeah I know. It’s like some people don’t want to be at school, right?” he grinned broadly. He was often one of those people, more often than he wanted to attend, really.

At Robyn’s words he also checked on his phone, “Hmm. Could have saved me the early morning if I had actually checked my e-mail last night,” he pouted. But he had met this wonder of a creature thanks to his negligence. T. could whine all she wanted, things always worked out nicely for him.

“I know a place!” he announced clapping his hands and rubbing them happily, almost bossily, and got up.

[thesluagh]

Conspicuous

[spiritofanothersort]

thesluagh‌:

He did his best not to preen under his scrutiny. The walk over here had an attitude of ‘that’s right, drink me in, motherfuckers!’ but this was different. Personally. Up close. Plus there was potential for drug-induced makeouts later, and he’d never say no to that.

“Definitely not a now thing,” he agreed. He smiled, a little coy, and looked Oberon over. Like he needed another look. “I’d like that.”

“Fifteen minutes, no show rule!” someone called and Oberon, although he wanted to attend, couldn’t say he was all that disappointed, not when his day was going so well already.

He arched his eyebrows, “Seems like we can grab a coffee now.”

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[noritosaurusrex]

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[spiritofanothersort]

In the Attic

[spiritofanothersort]

tellurianwitch:

She cracked a smile, amused, and then laughed outright, folding a dress on her chest. “Knowing my parents, probably whatever takeout they send me for. And how do you propose I explain a strange man suddenly appearing in the attic with me, hmm?” For that matter, she should probably keep her voice down. Her mother had hearing like a hawk when it came to Miranda enjoying herself when Zarya thought she should be serious.

Oberon shrugged, “Let them assume I’m homeless or something. I can pretend to be a local, Я говорю по-русски.”

Well, of course, he spoke Russian. He spoke all the mortal languages even those he didn’t like the sound of, like Turkish. Russian was pretty, even though he didn’t like the country at all.

“Mmm, let’s hope your parents crave something extra meaty. Or maybe a pirozhki mmmmm.”

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Summer bloomed feverishly with roses, summer blazed from the walls;

Renée Vivien, tr. by Jeanette H. Foster, from “A Woman Appeared To Me,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[thesluagh]

Conspicuous

[thesluagh]

spiritofanothersort‌:

thesluagh

He did his best to look cute and innocent—something he was quite good at. Maybe he had an occasional boyfriend too? Or would be open to having one? He got a bit distracted looking at Obe’s face. It was a very nice face, made all the better with the hair and the intense eyes, and Robyn could easily imagine looking up that face from his lap…

“You fucking what?” Robyn snapped back from a very sudden, vivid daydream and blinked. Oberon, Titania… and Robyn. Puck. It was all too perfect for him not to laugh. Heartily. It drew a little more attention back to them. 

“I’ve probably got something that might do something similar,” he said once he calmed down a little. He had all sorts of fun things in this bag. “You’re not gonna believe this. Guess what my close friends call me.”

Obe frowned and lowered his voice, “Whoa dude, I don’t want any roofies, I was joking.” Honestly, he understood the point of the flower in the play but in real life? Better not.

“Let me guess,” he said, looking at his new friend through half-lidded eyes, “Puck? Goodfellow?” A laugh. “Spirit of another sort?”

Robyn rolled his eyes. “No, dum-dum, Molly! It’s no fun if everyone isn’t participating.” At least he had some somewhere. Probably not in his backpack right now. He didn’t roll when he had classes.

He grinned broadly, snapping his fingers with a wink. “Right in one! I am the merry wanderer of the night. Can’t’cha tell?” What sane person would go out during the day dressed as he was?

[spiritofanothersort]

He grinned, taking him in, noticing how the soft fabric worked with his body and how good it looked even if it had been designed for a lady’s body. 

His head canted a little forward and whispered, “mm. Sounds good, but not right now. I really want to attend this lecture,” his eyes moved sideways to the still-no-show professor’s spot, “But I’d like to see you again. Outside of class.”

[vampireapologist-archive-deacti]

anyway I’m browsing vampire fetish forums like I usually do to cheer myself up and this girl asked if there are any hot vampire dudes out there looking to hook up or if they’re simply too hard to find and someone replied “Not With a body like your you just got to find one. I am not vampire but I am not mortal. I am Tuath Dé. you are cute message me”

and I have not gotten over this and probably never will.

“sorry I’m not a vampire but I AM an ancient Irish deity. Ur cute hmu”

like Im fucking REELING I want this to be real for the sheer ridiculousness of it. never in my life have I wanted more for magic to exist on this Earth than in this moment.

[thesluagh]

Conspicuous

[spiritofanothersort]

thesluagh

He did his best to look cute and innocent—something he was quite good at. Maybe he had an occasional boyfriend too? Or would be open to having one? He got a bit distracted looking at Obe’s face. It was a very nice face, made all the better with the hair and the intense eyes, and Robyn could easily imagine looking up that face from his lap…

“You fucking what?” Robyn snapped back from a very sudden, vivid daydream and blinked. Oberon, Titania… and Robyn. Puck. It was all too perfect for him not to laugh. Heartily. It drew a little more attention back to them. 

“I’ve probably got something that might do something similar,” he said once he calmed down a little. He had all sorts of fun things in this bag. “You’re not gonna believe this. Guess what my close friends call me.”

Obe frowned and lowered his voice, “Whoa dude, I don’t want any roofies, I was joking.” Honestly, he understood the point of the flower in the play but in real life? Better not.

“Let me guess,” he said, looking at his new friend through half-lidded eyes, “Puck? Goodfellow?” A laugh. “Spirit of another sort?”