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when: early july where: central park who: open

There was something kind of powerful about leaning into the cliche. It was summer in New York and they were taking pictures in Central Park. The people, the heat, the way it shimmered over blacktop paths, all of it... For a moment, Quinn remembered that human life on its own, in this world, could be beautiful too. In its own way. The glamour of fey, of the Seelie, was gorgeous but it was its own kind and, after all, it was a trick. A trap. Vision through a prism. This all, for what it was, was real. Checking the last shots she had taken, Quinn smiled and then lowered their camera. Looked out over the span of humanity and smiled wider.

#~if you wanna plot our babes knowing each other first just hit me up!#feywildrp #feywildstart #open starter #all starter

when: september 15th where: the rookery who: @whyvette

Aster sat down heavily on the one of the couches, his drink splashing just a little. The elixir was starting to wear off, he was painfully aware - He always found himself being more hyper aware about the effects of his own than Mal's, something that was a constant reminder that he was always at least a notch below the older fey when it came to quality. There were times he could tell himself that he had an advantage, with his having more of ana addictive quality.. But most of the time it didn't matter. He was still not as good, and he often wondered if he ever would be. Sighing, he looked around, and then reached into his jacket pocket, tipping the contents of a small bottle into his mouth, and chasing it with a sip of his drink

It took him a moment to notice though, that he hadn’t been alone. And not only had he not been alone, the person who had likely seen was none other than Yvette. The curious girl. But the elixir was setting in already, and he grinned, giving her a wink.

#feywildrp #c : yvette #// except ignore the pointing bit #i didnt expect to find an actual winking gif so i had to use it

when: mid september where: the rookery who: open

If he was being honest with himself, the Rookery wasn't necessarily the sort of place Tyler and his friends would usually frequent. It was a speakeasy, and it was it was cool but it seemed a bit, well. Almost gimmicky. Almost, though, because it also seemed incredibly classy, in it's own way. Chandeliers hanging overhead, stairs leading to a seating area with a fireplace. But then there was the drink served in a teacup. He didn't really know what it was trying to be.

He didn't really mind any of that now, though, because the drinks were good, and him and his friends had had to start their night somewhere. Of course, his friends were late, specifically, later than usual. Part of him wondered if they'd gotten lost, but he hadn't gotten any texts, so there really was nothing to do but wait. As he finished his drink, his second drink, in fact, he turned to the person next to him. “What’s that you’re drinking?” He asked, not the best conversation starter, but it was one, at least. And talking to people was better than pulling out a book - He would die before he got caught reading at a bar, even a strangely elegant one like this.

#feywildrp #feywildstart

Behind the Scenes

Hello, team! Two major updates this weekend. One: No one apped for Garnet, so Admin May will be taking her up and beginning to play her next week with the FC of Jameela Jamil. You can follow that blog here: @brutallyscft — it isn’t all set up yet, but it will be, and the main has already been updated to reflect this change.

Admin Mak has been having a hell of a time as many of you know from the OOC and so she has chosen to step back from playing Tiger and won’t be playing any active muse. She will still be around in an OOC capacity and can still answer questions, help with plots, listen to concerns, and other needs, so you can still reach out to her.

To honour her work as an Admin, the role of Tiger will be closed from further application. In character, Tiger’s interactions with Yvette caused her to no long desire to lure people in. We will be creating a new Seelie Lure, Zircon, who was trained by Tiger to succeed her. His faceclaim will be Michael B. Jordan and he will be an earth fey.

The main will be updated to reflect Admin Mak’s choices after Zircon is written and released. Thank you all and have a great weekend!

#feywildrp #michael b jordan #lsrp #lsrpg #original rp #announcement #admin chatter #update

Tara had always felt a little too much like home. Though it wasn’t particularly Seelie, Cobalt had always felt an unbearable need to shed his shoes upon arrival in the feyry realm; to let his toes curl into the soft grass beneath his feet and meld as best he could into the ground itself. There weren’t many places that were truly common ground between their courts, and the rubbing of elbows with the other side was often cause for concern, but here-- here was different. Here, things felt a little more like they had before the Seelie magic had started to drip and drain away.

Though An Fidchell was not his favourite of events, and the ending of the game had left one hell of a sour taste in his mouth, Lugnasad held a special place in his heart. Feats of strength and folly were exactly up his alley, but the specific goings-on never failed to surprise. Cobalt liked to win and chose his games appropriately. Not all of his brethren felt the same.

“Wait-- you’re going to compete in what now?”

#lugnasad #feywildrp #feywildstart #//bonus points if you can get cobalt goin with one of the games he is terribad at :')

a place among the stars

place: The Bowery Terrace date: Mid-August partner: @camelliafairchild

Crickets chirping in the moonlight; branches swaying in the breeze. Jasper couldn’t hear either, but if he closed his eyes tight enough, he could imagine it: the ever-present stream of traffic fading away, distant honking becoming bird calls, summer heat giving way to fall’s crisp breeze.

Up above, clouds of smog smothered all but the brightest stars. He couldn’t help but recall a simpler time long ago, when he was first coming of age, when the stars were visible in every direction. That time took on an almost mythical quality now, so implausible did it seem. He’d pinch himself if he didn’t know it factually to be his own life.

Eyes cast skyward, the worries that had plagued his sleep that night seemed to melt away, trickling in viscous rivulets down his brainstem. They had that effect. Looking up at those impossibly far pinpoints high above his head, his troubles seemed so small and insignificant. What did Cassiopeia care for the loss of a life? How could Hydra know the scent of burnt flesh? Tracing constellations with a languid gaze, he couldn’t help but wonder what unknown planets might spin round their shores, what untold marvels they clutched to their starry chests like precious pearls. Jasper would give anything to glimpse them, knew he never would.

The trickles remained. Try as he might to ignore them, horrified faces darted in and out of his periphery, dancing at the edges of his consciousness: unable to be viewed directly, possessing a weight that dogged his steps and labored his breaths. Even the stars could not help him tonight.

His gaze traveled westward, flitting over Libra basking in the moon’s light, then to Virgo, whose bright-shining Spica dared defy the glittering city lights. On, then, to lonesome Jupiter, with its quiet kindness. That pale yellow had always reminded him of Camellia, the warm welcome of her smile, the soft flaxen waves of her hair. She should be here to see this—it was not his to view alone.

Jupiter shines brightly for you tonight, he typed in their many-storied text thread. He glanced at the brick he’d propped between the door and its hinge, knew the thwack of metal hitting clay wouldn’t be far behind.

#p: a place among the stars #c: camellia #it's LIT ya'll #starlit to be exact #feywildrp