What a romp, indeed!

What have we here! Paying the trickster a visit, are we? Brave little mortal you are, let's see what kind of mischief we can get into...

[tricksterfey]

athenafire:

Jokes often went far over her head. Still focused on numbers, she only mumbled an answer. “God damn Val, gettin’ in my apples.” Meredith held up a chewed up apple to the light. The bite matched with a horses teeth. Tip and Val were two of her younger horses who had noses for treats. “Gotta fix these boxes and start hiding these in the loft…” the hermit mumbled again.

“...Rrrrright. And which wrong turn did I make at Albaquerque to get to ‘Country Bumpkin Land’? Ahem. No offense,” he offered Meredith brightly as a reply.

[trolltail-deactivated20231111-d]

There are darker things at work here, child.

Things more mischievous, deviously murky — wild, nameless, and raw. As scraggly and bedraggled as archaic undergrowth. Deceptively and damningly cunning, charming, evocative. Simultaneously seductive and disconcerting. Gnashing teeth betwixt gnarly brambles and winding tendrils. A haunting, eerie faery song. An air that suggests you step carefully in these woods, that you ought to carry silver and would be foolish not to take care. The lands are stirring, breathing, humming.

There is something stirring in your bones, a spirit song half remembered. You’re reminded of stone, of soil, of blood, of bone, of soul, of root. You’re taken back; back to old ritual, old voice. Your blood runs hot with eyes flashing, belly churning and skin pulled taught in response to the call. This is an activation of ancient memory. • • • Presenting the beginning of an ongoing, collaborative, artistic project headed by @niiv and myself. This is a project roused by the deeply earthy and primordial aspect of the Fae, the feral ones of their race, and our magnetism towards them. Our project aims to draw upon the darker, less humanized, less glamorous, less prim and tamed aspects of Faery. The facets with more teeth in hiding, suspicious lore, and dubious presence. This is a project to artistically capture and visually represent the old forest gods and bring them to the foreground. This is for the creatures more suited to darkened meadows and unending caves — the horned, the winged, the hooved and potentially nasty.

Our project is done in respect to chaos. This is a gesture to honor and make wholesome the faery creature community — to acknowledge the dark aspects of Faery often sidestepped in favor of the lighter, more modernized and glimmering concepts. With this project we nod towards the woodland ones residing in the shadows.

The sigil above is representative of the call for those who heed the voice of the primitive wilderness.

This project is titled #TheFeralForest and is an open project. What that means is that, if you feel provoked by this project, please share your visions of the energies or creatures that were called forth. There are no timed restrictions for this project and it will be added to overtime. Whether aspects of the dark woods or a specific creature of old lore itself, it’s welcome here.

My Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/trolltail/ Niiv’s Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/ni.iv/

[tricksterfey]

[[I can just imagine for my Forgotten Realms people - Puck signing a contract with someone so that he becomes their servant as Owen, except he blends in with the FR setting instead. But I’ll have to familiarize myself more with Owen and make some gifs before I consider this...]]

[yondaa]

I love this guys~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

[tricksterfey]

[justfairythings]

❤ justfairythings✧･ﾟ:*

[justfairythings]

❤ justfairythings✧･ﾟ:*

[tricksterfey]

sunshinedoomguide:

“I generally don’t, in my line of work. You’re too much alive.”

“I’d be more than a little concerned if I wasn’t,” he shot back slyly. “Though I wouldn’t be surprised if it would turn out to be the opposite, I test my boundaries perhaps a little more often than I should. But that all comes with the trickster package.”

“Do tell me about your line of work that has you looking so grim! I say, you could make a horse a runner up in a ‘long face’ contest.”

[tricksterfey]

[[The way everyone is going to feel about Puck by the end of this:]]

[tricksterfey]

sunshinedoomguide started following you

“Did anyone tell you it’s not polite to stare, miss? One might assume you’ve never seen a faerie before.”

[tricksterfey]

faroutfrostgiant liked your post

“Some people! I suppose he simply woke up on the wrong side of the stalagmite.” He nudged the odd-looking stranger looking on with an elbow, grinning.

[tricksterfey]

theweaponsmaster:

Zaknafein turned lazily to regard the fae. He’d spent some time on the surface by now– and in that time he’d come to realize that the surface races were not the horrific, bloodthirsty monsters that the drow made them out to be.

But that didn’t mean they weren’t ANNOYING.

The remark, whether earnest or in jest, was a tired one, and Zak didn’t have the patience to go through this same old routine today. He turned his back and began to walk away.

Not one to simply be ignored, the faerie pouted and took to the air, zooming right beside the drow’s path to levitate in his way. He leaned in close.

“First of all,” he said, pointing at the man’s nose, “rude.”

Before he could risk having the digit bitten off, he darted up into the air then to the other side of the man. “Second of all, I thought your kind withered at the very idea of setting foot upon the surface.

“Not that I don’t enjoy the sight of distant kin... you people are always a ray of sunshine in my life. So to speak.”

[tricksterfey]

@theweaponsmaster started following you

“Oh my. A dark elf. Oh, my delicate sensibilities! What ever will I do.”

[tricksterfey]

❝ That’s a crazy idea. Insane. It doesn’t make sense. ❞

“In my defense, what exactly were you expecting? Hasn’t anyone ever warned you about the ludicrous nature of feyfolk?”

[tricksterfey]

annotatingarchangels:

“D-don’t act like I didn’t hear that!” Thomas said, crossing his arms.

“Hear what?” asked Puck innocently, batting his silver lashes.

“Anyways, if you want to climb back into that fleshsuit of yours, there are right ways to do it and wrong ways to do it,” explained the elf. “The wrong way to do it would be for me to simply snap my fingers and expect it to be so. That would be about as ineffective as attempting to hack a tree down with a herring. And the right way...”

[tricksterfey]

gives u a flower crown

“Well! Aren’t I the fae of honor.”

[tetramother-blog]

pcthetics:

*wants to rp with everyone*

*stares at one draft for three hours*

[tricksterfey]

If you had to give any one of the Gargoyles in the Manhattan Clan a big ol' smooch. Which one would it be and why? I guess you better get ready to PUCKer up, lover boy!... get it?

“Given a choice, I would say... none! I’m no fool, they would bite my pretty face right off if I even tried.”

“Oh, but that’s not what the question asks. Perhaps Lexington, then, but only if he were willing!”