Hidden Faerieland

A recent comic commission i just finished featuring client with her characters

A sketch commission.

The Six Ding Jade Maidens

A/N Found some willpower to continue, just a quick scene to get my creative juices flowing. After this is finished, I have a smutty smut planned for my own AU continuity, and in the meantime that fic rec list I’d teased has grown to Google Doc-worthy size just as well. It’s gonna be long lmao. Anyway please enjoy and so sorry for being a lousy updater ;_;

part 1 

part 2

[Pairing: Charlie Weasley x YOU]

“Um, it was nice seeing them together Charlie. Thank you”, you say sincerely, a bittersweet feeling twisting your lips into a grimace. You’re actually surprised to see it mirrored on the man in front of you. 

Charlie hasn’t stepped onto your porch, hovering on the other side of the railing while you talk, a reluctant smile on his lips. Not once or twice did you catch him starting a sentence just to abruptly end it, probably a proposition of sorts. God you wanted to propose something of your own, but then you were both so tired…

“Not an evening excursion after all, but perhaps it’s for the better. They tend to get cranky when you wake them up late”, he chuckles, an easy smile on his face that he bravely puts in front of you. You’re leaning down to where he’s opting to put his arms against the railing, ostensibly to hear him better but you know well it’s so that you can see where his jacket and shirt rise up, the material tight on his forearms-

He still has your dandelion crown on, a bit ruffled and wilted now, not to mention singed at some places after your impromptu nursery adventure. It’s disarming, lovely, and the smell is very comforting. Hopefully there’s some water left in your cabin because girl, you’re a goner now. A thought occurs to you then.

“An illicit evening break in would be that more adventurous, true. Maybe-”

“-you think?”, he asks lightning fast, as if scared that you might stop uttering your idea for the evening before you even begin properly, and you grin like love-struck teen before straightening your expression somewhat. Charlie looks hopeful and-

Damn, you think and shake your head to chase away both the bitterness and nascent longing away – soon you’ll be home and it’s better not to dwell. Better think of something unpleasant,, like corn.

“I didn’t expect half of the things we did today so thanks, it was pretty awesome as far as life risking adventures go”, you drawl instead, a bit guilty that you’ve just planned to monopolize him again so soon. Then again, the bet you’ve had today…

“Yeah, sorry for hijacking you and -the drawing, taking it, I mean finding, I guess”, he murmurs, the sheet in his hands safely tucked in the tube you had successfully replicated with a spell that morning; turns out you still can do magic in right circumstances, and you feel doubly refreshed, both because of it and knowing your art is that much appreciated. It still makes you flustered beyond words.

“Oh god Charlie, it’s all right, it’s me who made it awkward after all”, you stammer, face hidden behind your hands and pink. “Happy you like it still”, you add slyly. 

You two share a snicker and no sooner you take a step back when silence creeps up on you, until it’s awkward to just stare at each other with dreamy smiles and do nothing.

“I’ll-go”, Charlie breaks it first, with a tired sigh – none of you got much sleep so you can sympathize. Still, it’s such a pity…“You’re probably as tired as I am, get some sleep”, he says then, looking at the sun climbing higher on the sky – it’ll be noon soon. “You could catch some z’s before morning portkey is scheduled-Though maybe we could-”. His eyes dart to your furtively and you feel positively giddy then.

“-see each other before the portkey is here tomorrow? Sure”, you recite fast, having already prepared an argument of your own for just this purpose, and Charlie smiles at you so sincerely that your breath hitches a bit.

“Evening then. Or better yet, later this afternoon?”, the man asks quickly, clearly keen on sacrificing some sleep for this, and you nod your head enthusiastically. Let it be known that you have no sense of shame in divesting him of his rest whatsoever.

 "Good- cool,cool, cool" he sing-songs happily, his Australian buddy’s lingo rubbing off on him apparently; he wears an awkward smile on his face still but there’s a suspicious spring in his step as Charlie makes way to his own house.

It’s a bit stinging, you think, that he has his own house in here – he’s gonna stay there, maybe even till he’s old and brittle, and you-

I’ll get my literary Nobel prize and die shriveled like a fig. But a happy fig it will be.

“I’ll hit your window with a pebble or something when I wake up, ok?”, Charlie asks cheekily once he’s on his own porch and you laugh out loud from where you’re balancing on the tall threshold.

“Just knock, or I will send you a paper crane when I’m up or whatever”.

“Make it a dragon, please?”, the redhead pleads and your laughter sounds loud and clear even when you’re already inside.

The last post of mine that was from my original blog that I remade was my selkie post, now I’ve finally gotten to remaking my post on floral demons. 

Unlike my previous posts, this is all based on my own UPG and not a post that’s divided into known lore surrounding the species and then my personal experience working with them. 

Sparky and Sparkler. 

Or the Goth and the Mallrat.

Fie, meaning "A Darkness in Peace"

Pronouns: He/Him Species: Nexum Demon Clan: Requiem Clan Designation: Ritualist and Memoriam Relationship Seeking/Open to: Friendship, Mentor, Guide, Companion, Romantic Experience Levels Open to: All Resonance Song: Through Me (The Flood) - Hozier Focus: Handmade Prayer Bead set made by Auna

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Knowing what one does about Requiem Nexum, it may be tempting to assume that all of them are serious and austere morticians. This could not be further from the truth, and Fie is an excellent example of that.

Fie is hilarious. His sense of humor shines through every conversation with him, whether it’s his jokes or snark. It’s indicative of his view on life, that every moment matters and every moment is worthy of celebration. He loves the outdoors, he loves exploring and meeting new people and having new experiences and making his life richer in every single way.

This is due to his work, as he is a ritualist of the Requiem clan, particularly for funerals. When it’s time for him to go to work, his great humor disappears and he becomes incredibly serious. His work is deeply important to him, and he will allow nothing to distract him from tending to souls until they have passed on to their final resting place, or the next life.

His line of work often requires him to travel, going wherever he is needed rather than having people come to him. This leads to him seeing a great deal more of the diverse communities of the Nexum than most get to experience, and he’s happy to share what he’s seen upon his return. After a long shift of ritual funerals, it takes him about a day or so to ruminate and reflect before he’s back to his cheery self.

He’s often the life of the party, and the center of attention no matter where he goes. It’s not that he tries to attract a crowd, but rather that he has a natural magnetism to him that draws people in. The jokes he tells are naturally funny and make people feel at ease, he’s charming with his compliments, and it also doesn’t hurt that he’s good looking. This makes him naturally good at his job, but also makes him feel like someone you can trust and rely on, someone you’d feel comfortable with and know that he would never take advantage of that trust and use it against you.

He’s excellent with kids, and tends to be adopted into families wherever he goes.

Fie is a handsome man, with long dark brown hair that he ties back with leather and sharp green eyes. He has a bit of a hawkish nose that he considerers to be his best feature, and a cheeky grin that exposes sharp teeth. Due to his job being mostly indoors, his skin is a little on the pale side of “olive,” but he’s not quite as pale as some.

Even when he’s not working, he tends to prefer simple clothes without patterns, usually of dyed linens and basic leather shoes. The colors he favors are usually on the darker end of the spectrum: black, gray, brown, green, and navy. When he strays away from this simple “uniform,” his friends often tease him for it. When he’s doing his rituals, he wears a long brown robe with slits up the sides to allow for better movement, tied with a cord around his waist. This usually goes over white linen clothing - similar to scrubs in human culture, and easy to bleach should they get stained.

While the clothes he wears are simple, he loves to accessorize. Wherever he goes he likes to collect little bits of jewelry and other trinkets to decorate himself with, and always has a set of prayer beads either looped around his wrist or draped around his neck. He loves handmade things of all kinds, as he says they carry a bit of the energy and passion in them from the person who worked so hard to create it. Every bit and bauble he owns he remembers where it came from, and a little about the person who made it. He makes it a point to grab something new everywhere he goes, and if the schedule doesn’t allow for it, he gets very depressed. It helps him remember his work, ground him in something physical, and keep the memories of the families he works with close to hand.

He is a very affectionate, charismatic, and affable young man. When asked about what sort of relationship he wants with a human companion, he says that he’s interested in “just about anything,” but is definitely open to a romantic bond. However, he wants it to be clear that he’s not exactly “looking for marriage” right now, and anything serious would have to come with lots of time and conversation for him to be open to it. For the most part, he is just happy for affection, no matter what form it comes in.

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Ophion, meaning "Serpent"

Pronouns: He/Him Species: Nexum Demon Clan: Requiem Clan Designation: Shrine Leader Relationship Seeking/Open to: Friendship, Mentor, Guide, Companion Experience Levels Open to: All Resonance Song: Unholy - Ana Eclipse Focus: Size 7 Sterling Silver Ring

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On first glance, Ophion is the stern and austere stereotype conjured by the name of the Requiem Nexum. He’s tall and thin, almost exclusively wears black robes without any ornamentation, and is prone to frowning so hard it forms creases into his forehead. His hair is long, straight, black, and tied back simply at the nape of his neck, and his skin is quite pale. Sometimes, small children are intimidated by this appearance at first when he is assigned to their care, but they quickly warm up because he’s a very kind and sweet man. 

He is a wonderful listener who never makes it feel as though you’re imposing on him when you start telling him your life story, and his advice is always spot-on. You can tell he’s really listening, not just pretending, and this makes him perfect at his job. 

While his hair hasn’t begun to turn to gray yet, he’s still one of the older members of their order, and others fall in line accordingly with his experience. He runs the shrine he was once lived in as a child, grown from being the kid who sweeps the hallways to being the elder who trains younger Nexum on how to do their rituals and counsel others in their grief. He used to be a ritualist in his younger years, and sometimes he still steps in and takes over for important events, or when he feels like they’re not doing it quite right, or just when he feels a connection to the deceased and wants to help. However, most of the time he prefers to schedule community events, and talk with those in his community who need a shoulder to cry on for a while. 

Most of his day is spent with those who are grieving, but he also runs inventory and settles meal plans, doing whatever needs doing. He is always on his feet, always keeping busy, always pulled in a thousand different directions, and he would never have it any other way. He sees it as a way to keep himself useful, and to give back to the community who has given so much to him. 

Ophion is one of the most well organized people you will ever meet- but he’d have to be in order to keep up with everything he does on a daily basis.

He wears black because it’s easiest to keep clean, either in ritual robes or normal linens depending on his mood or where he’s needed that day. The only “jewelry” he normally keeps on his person is a set of simple black prayer beads given to him when he was a boy that he’d rather repair and reuse time after time rather than just buy something new. Jewelry and other ornamentation just aren’t something that interests him unless he’s buying it as a gift for someone else. His job is important to him, and be believes that if he wears too much flashy clothing, it will distract from what he is trying to do. Some might say it is too important and he should learn to loosen up sometimes, but he doesn’t really heed these suggestions. He says that people who say those things could never understand how fulfilling it feels to help others who are in need, feeling the bonds of their community snap back in place to support them in their moment of grief. It’s thrilling to him.

Even so, there are many who think he’s scary, stuck up, or intimidating. Ophion never does anything to quell these rumors, hoping that they’ll understand when the time comes for them to need support, and thinks his actions should speak for themselves. He is willing to help teach his companion this skill, to let the words of others roll off their back and not pay attention.

Ophion is not open to any kind of romantic relationship with his companion, but he does wish to be a mentor or guide, and hopefully friend as things progress. His companion will see that he is a great anchor for when things get rough, and all he wants to do is help to support them. He hopes that his future companion will have the time for long talks about philosophy with him, or perhaps share their reading with him. Of all of human literature, he is the most curious about memoirs and histories, especially of the sort regarding human funerary traditions and the ways they are both similar and not to those of the Nexum.

There are few with a more soothing presence, despite the “spooky” visage he might have. It is well worth it to get to know this enigmatic man, and much can be learned from his stories about his experiences of his life.

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