#fandom fairy

[darkfire1177]

Hiya, it’s been some time since I last dropped by, I hope you’re doing well! Things are hectic and can feel overwhelming, but I hope you know how much your prescence is treasured here! I’m always so happy to see you cross my dash, and I’m wishing you all the best! It can be easy to feel like we’re all just swept up trying to exist, so I just want to thank you for being here and making this space a little brighter.

My parting question is a little different this time around, if you feel like sharing: are there any projects you’re working on that you’d like to share something about?

- 🧚

I had to pace around the house crying a little 🥺😭 left the fandom and fandom fairy still loves me...🧡 I hope *you* are doing well too, its such a lovely thing you do and you bring so much happiness to the inboxes, absolutely lovely!

Im working on a lot of different things right now, i feel I've hit a fun stride of picking up and putting down and just focusing on having fun again. I've been trying to do daily sketches, or at least one a week more accurately lol realistic. I'm working on chapter 5 of my Infamous fic thats *really* towing the line on 'what's an au' lmao (help i don't know what the plot is anymore) and doing other here and there things at whatever rate I wanna work on them

Got some stuff to share too, wips of my newest chee toy, Jackal (mc from Remember You Will Die) while trying to figure her out, sketch and a photo study and a drawing on her and her RO, Royal (left) because i want the softest times with her learning to be cared for. The photo study Jackal does amuse me because she does not look that put together most of the time 🤣 messy hair cut with a knife with patchy bleach+dye and last weeks makeup still on and probably covered in blood is the usual Look.

And non big fic writing stuff, im doing a rewrite of Royal's sex scene to continued it on some and make it more Jackal centric. And a silly early relationship Akari/Seven fic too, equally soft times showering together

[grisailledreams]

Legend of the Fandom Fairy

She is the blog.

She is the lurker.

She is....

A scream came from a dark, dank alley way. Within, two people struggled until one was pinned against the wall, fear broiling in his eyes.

"I-I'm sorry!" he stammered, terrified of the slightly crazed eyes of his assailant. "I didn't know that was the original name, I just watch the dub--!"

"Silence!" the attacker hissed, pulling out a switchblade and holding it threateningly in front of his face.  "You aren't a true fan of anything if you can't be bothered to watch the original. How dare you call Honda-kun Tristan Taylor?"

Shutting his eyes as a bead of sweat rolled from his forehead to his cheek, the poor man turned his face away, blocking out the knife. "I'll never do it again, I promise!" he whimpered desperately.

"Damn straight you won't," she growled, jerking up his arm and ripping away his sleeve, "Because you're getting the fucking kanji carved into your flesh!"

The blade pressed against his skin, cold and cruel, and he braced himself for the onslaught of pain.

It was stopped when her arm was struck by a whirling disk of sparkles, and he was able to get free. The attacker fell to the ground, clutching her injured arm. Her wrist was throbbing incredibly, maybe it was broken? It was covered in glitter, anyway. She looked above to the rooftop, where a slender figure leaped down to a nearby dumpster, landing neatly on the edge and catching the returning discus with delicate grace. It was merely a crown of roses, which was returned to the figure's head.

"Who... who are you?" she snarled.

Smirking, the figure straightened herself into a standing position, her wings and cape silhouetted in the streetlight. As the lamp's glow illuminated her face, a pair of icy blue eyes flashed dangerously down at the criminal from behind the mask.

"Whether someone watches a dub or sub of something shouldn’t matter," she started in a confident voice, "You both like same thing, and that is a happy occasion. You should both be friends for love of your show. Yes. If you do this, then all shall be good."

"You still didn't tell me who you were..." the woman grumbled, staggering to her feet.

The masked hero leaped down until they were mere inches apart, practically nose-to-nose. "Who I am?" she whispered venomously. "I am the fucking night--"

"No, that's Batma--"

She was sucker-punched in the face, and the last thing she saw before she blacked out was the image of a rabid dog on the inside of the fluttering cape that read "Cujo-- Feed Me The Bone of My Enemy."

"Fandom Fairy, away!"