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The Allure of Fantastical Colours
The allure of colours so bright and vivid may trick you near, but heed the warning of the ancient tales, for nothing in nature is innocent and sweet when its colours are clear and bright, for it wishes to catch your eye and call you closer, closer, and closer, until either your blood runs cold or is drained from your veins completely.
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Artwork by @necropathys
The Firstborn Fairies 🦋✨
Fairy! nightmare, dream, ink and error belong to @fairy-verse
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Dandelion Tavern
There exist many taverns on Fairy Island. A few of these are made by the Big Folk, but most are created by both Small People and Fairies alike. Many are well-known and see many patrons, however, the most prestigious of these is Dandelion Tavern, created and still operated by Frambalda of the Small People. His beard, brows, and hair are long, his deep purple hat is pointy with a star standing at its end, and his coat is rich with embroideries and many singing bells. His laughter is well heard and recognised, and all manner of magical creatures loves him for his jovial nature. The old fellow never stops smiling, but if he does, then silence falls upon the tavern, and you ought to amend your mistake before a curse is set upon your person.
The tavern itself is nestled right on the border to Nightmare and Ink’s domain, hanging tall above the river’s edge where pink and purple tree leaves often fall.
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“Ye fairies and yer silly little games. Bring me one of yer renowned crafts, and I shall give ye a drink you've never had before!” said Frambalda with a booming voice.
“Unlikely but bring it on!” said Ink with a broad smile, and he tossed a coin of pressed leaf, flower, and unicorn’s hair. It shimmered through the air and landed upon Frambalda’s hand with a twinkle and a song. The little man hummed before he tossed back a goblet that seemed ready to spill, but despite hurling down and sideways, its content never spilled. Ink caught it with ease, and without missing a beat, gulped the whole thing down.
“Well?” asked Frambalda after a moment’s silence.
Ink stood motionless, the spring fairies within the tavern watching in silence from their tables and booths, but all jumped in surprise as the firstborn fairy of spring hooted and smashed the goblet’s foot down onto the bar with a grin and a twirling of shaped eyelights. The goblet did not break, nor even as much as bend from the impact.
“You never fail at surprising me, Balda!” Ink laughed and his wings fluttered with excitement. “Give me another one, but this one should be spicier; just like the Big Folk’s blood after a long, starving winter.”
The little man laughed and smacked his belly with a wide smile.
“Anythin’ for my most exciting patron!”
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Frambalda is a friend to all, enemy to none. Even those coming into the tavern with bad intent shall soon find themselves feeling relaxed and easy-going; at the ready to spend their crafts and their coins in hopes of drinking and eating something new and exciting. And there is always something new to appreciate within the Dandelion Tavern, but only for those who seeks it. Those who wishes for familiarity and comfort will find the tavern unchanged, their favourite meals and drinks the same, and the jolly Innkeeper friendly and welcoming, his loud laugh and kind smile a homely sight to behold.
Artwork: Dandelion Time by Anton Seder
Most colourful of all is the firstborn fairy of spring, with his brilliant wings and bright body, and his laughter is known to eternally echo within the Great Forest itself, meant to unnerve those who enter it unwelcomed. He is the one the Big Folk knows best of all, and yet nothing of as well. He is the one to strike terror in their hearts as soon as the snow has melted, for soon he and his kin will descend upon their homes to plague them with insanity-inducing bites, meant to torment them for days as they attempt to recover and shield themselves.
Ink is the one who forms bonds with fairies and Big Folk alike, and he is the one most shrink under, for unlike his winter counterpart, he is the one who approaches and comes too close. Ink is the one who will lean in, with a wide and happy smile; glittering eye lights, and fluttering laughter – only to push you over the edge as your sanity breaks and your reality shatters.
Bright, beautiful colours are signs of venom at this moment, and you ought to be wary. Merciful, kind, and playful might be his nature for his own kin, but for the Big Folk, his kindness might be the sharpest dagger of all. Do not trust him.
Hello! I hope your day is peaceful and also you don't mind if I ask you a few things? (I have doubts and really want to know)
First: When do firstborns have their birthdays? Do they all have their birthdays together? Or on the date when their season begins? And second: is Lumin planning to have a fearling with Mimble?Or will there be one in the future?
The first day of their respective season is the one they use to celebrate their birth, even though it is not the day of their true creation. That is a secret only they keep between themselves. They use the first day of their season because they learned their powers and how to control them on those specific days, so, naturally, they celebrate each year in their own unique ways. Nightmare will dance, Dream will sing, Ink will play, and Error will gaze out from the peak of his tallest mountain, keeping to himself as his fairies celebrate in the cavern halls down below.
Lumin’s inquisitive nature and strange abilities make him rather absent in his lover’s life, and though it saddens him to some degree he cannot quite make amends with it. Staying put in one place goes against his nature, against the call he hears and feels from beyond the veil. He loves Mimble. He deeply loves her, but whenever he travels, he leaves his soul behind with her, creating a hole within him that does not feel his lover's absence. So, he must find another way to soothe Mimble’s lonely spirit; a beloved little faerling would be just the thing.
٠ ࣪⭑ Fairy Ink ٠ ࣪⭑
I am the song of birds.
My touch is the combined caress of cold and warmth mingling together.
I bring laughter and joy with the growing seed of new life.
Spring brings with it new opportunities and a chance to begin the new year with mirth and renewed spirit.
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: ̗̀➛ Theme: The Sleeping Beauty, Op. 66 : Entr'acte Symphonique (Le Sommeil) et Scene - The Sleep - Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky
Artwork created by @lunnar-chan
Ink sans by comyet
Error and Ink, as a couple, make my head and heart feel all fuzzy. What do you think an Errorink relationship could look like in this universe?
It can be a bit messy. Error is lonely and is quite controlling when it comes to his lovers needing to be close whenever he wants them to, and Ink is a free spirit by nature and would become restless and annoyed by being pinned down to one place. Still, it will work, in a way, as long as both of them become more understanding of each other’s needs.
“Ruru,” Ink purred softly, and nuzzled Error’s cheek. “I missed you.”
“Tsk, why be away for so long if you’re just going to miss me? I bet you forgot about me most of the time anyway.”
“Well, yeah, but whenever I remembered you I realised that I missed you,” Ink said, and embraced the other fairy fully once he noticed that he wasn’t being pushed away. “But I’m here now. Do you want to cuddle?”
“In what way?”
“Silly, in the lazy way, the way you like it.”
“…”
“Pleeease?”
Error huffed but couldn’t stop the soft blush that bloomed across his cheeks. “Fine, but put on one of my sweaters. Your bones and ecto are chilled.”
Ink chuckled but kissed his cheek. “Took a while to fly up here, you know, and you always have it so cold here.”
“Keeps annoying bastards away.”
“Like me?”
“Like you on your crazy days.”
Ink laughed. “I wouldn’t do anything that’d make you uncomfortable, Ruru, you know that, right?”
Error didn’t respond but lightly pushed Ink away, or, in the direction of the furs he’d laid out for them both. He wanted to watch the stars tonight, and he’d be damned if Ink started to shiver because of the cold again.
“Error,” Ink called, bringing Error out of his thoughts.
“Wh—” He jumped at suddenly seeing Ink so close, but the soft bonk of their foreheads meeting quickly brought him back to reality, and he soon took notice of the pretty array of colours passing over Ink’s cheeks. He had his sockets closed, and he smiled serenely.
“I really missed you, Error. It feels good to be with you again.”
“…” Error swallowed thickly, but he leaned into the touch and closed his own sockets, savouring the moment for as long as it lasted. “I missed you, too, Ink.”
Dream, idk what grudge you have against Australia, but could you perhaps take it down a notch? I'll give you anything you want, just please stop giving us over 40 degree days I'm begging you 😭🙏
Dream: “I promise, I have nothing against—”
Ink: “Don’t let him have you fooled. He acts like he loves all of nature, but he’s not at all too fond of spiders—”
Dream: “That is quite enough, Ink. Shush now.”
