#fae folklore

There are worlds that open if you look at them the right way. Enough to take a glimpse inside. The world of the Fae is one of them.

It offers no warmth. It gives no explanations. It makes no promises. And yet, if you stand at the edge, quiet and attentive, you may feel it: a shift in the air, a sense that something ancient is watching, measuring, deciding whether you are worth noticing.

This is a world you do not enter to take!

That is the first and most important truth.

You cannot approach the Fae with hunger. No wish to gain beauty, power, knowledge, or transformation. The moment you reach, you have already offered something in return, whether you meant to or not. In their world, desire is a term.

And terms are binding.

The Fae move beyond human deception. They have no need for it… They speak precisely, and they listen even more precisely. Every word matters. A name becomes a thread that can be followed. A gift forms a structure of exchange. A simple acceptance, a careless “anything,” a moment of curiosity without restraint—these are openings. And once opened, they do not close easily.

There are rules, if you want to stand near that threshold without losing yourself.

* Do not give your full name.

* Do not accept what you cannot immediately balance.

* Do not eat or drink what is offered.

* Do not step where you do not understand the boundary.

* Do not agree quickly.

* Do not exaggerate what you are willing to give.

The danger of the Fae lives in permission.

They allow you to participate. To step closer. To say yes. And once you do, the world rearranges itself around that agreement, perfectly and without mercy.

And still, the invitation remains. The Fae are something you need not turn away from completely. They are the shape of a deeper kind of beauty. One that carries edges, consequence, precision. They belong to a world where everything has weight, where nothing is casual, where presence matters. If you are drawn to that, you are not wrong… But you must approach differently. Not as a seeker, or a supplicant. Not as someone hoping to be changed by them.

You stand at the edge as yourself. Observing. Learning the patterns. Respecting the boundaries.

And in doing so, something interesting happens.

You begin to carry that same quality within your own world. The precision, the restraint, the quiet power. The sense that words matter, that actions shape reality, that beauty does not need to beg to be seen.

✨ Go To Distance 🐲

The new scene was in Chapter 51. Runaan has finally return to Iagiarath island. Plus about the memories needed to discover who will be become or what will happen to the backstory looks like ❤️.

More chapters will be coming for The Dragon Isle 🛐.

Notes:

I am back! Since I've kept practicing my art by using my Ipad. So I did! Since the end of the vote. When I only choose Art Style 2 (New). Including my first time to color the scales 😁.

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🦋 "There Are No Moths"

There’s no such thing as moths You know that, right?

Not really. Not the way you think. Not like “just bugs” Not like “just nature.”

They’re fairies. Or fairyfolk. Or shape-warpers who landed too close and forgot to breathe small.

They weren’t supposed to be seen. They weren’t supposed to stick. But your porchlight… It calls things.

You flipped a switch. And they came like pilgrims. Drawn to the flame not for warmth— for ritual.

You think they’re harmless because they’re fuzzy. You think they’re stupid because they slap glass. But those aren't wings. They’re cloaks. Tattered from dimension friction and folded too many times through memory.

Those aren’t antennas. They’re horns. You big scary human.

Every time you flinch you confirm what they think of you. That you're too cruel to recognize a visitor. Too evolved to remember your grandparents' prayers. Too loud to notice the apology they carry in powder.

They wear masks because you stopped believing. And so now they play ugly to match your disappointment.

You don’t swat a moth. You banish a guest. You don’t trap it in glass. You sever a treaty. And you wonder why the dreams stopped?

They used to come through open windows. Now they come through warning lights.

Your porchlight is a summoning beacon. That buzzing isn’t random That flutter isn't stupid. That impact on your screen wasn't an accident.

It was a dare. It was them saying: "We’re still here. We still want you back."

They feed on flame because they remember when humans did, too.

Because once a candle in the dark meant a door left open for something holy to visit.

But now it’s just LED. And they come anyway. Starving. Stuttering. Disguised. Ashamed. Disrespected.

And still they bless you.

Still they land near you. Still they die gently on your window just for the hope that maybe tonight you’ll dream the truth again.

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Gosh I love the concept of the Fae so much, especially how Dungeons and Dragons poses some interesting interpretations and aspects of the worldbuilding and inspired questions. If Eladrin can change seasons do they align with different courts? Do the courts change with the seasons? If so how are they still identified? etc.

. There are light fae and dark fae - and the light fae and dark fae in general have longtime dramas with each other

. The Fae folk in general can be an unpredictable bunch. Fae Magic in general can be more unpredictable than wizard/witch magic

. No one can touch their ears unless it's their families, friends and S/Os

. Any attempt of Tearing down their wings or chopping off their ears is regarded as a capital insult to the fae folk in general

. Dances aren't just a popular hobby in fae culture - it can also be a form of combat in battle

. Fae folk generally learn how to fly before they can walk

. Fae related accessories are popular for the Fae Folk

. The Elven/Fae folk have hyper hearing and can control their hyper hearing

. Fae folk can range from elves that are in general taller than an average human, to small pixies that reside in spacious flowers

. Offering sweets and baked treats is a form of hospitality in elven/fae culture

. Similarly with dwarven culture, elven/fae culture is generally more collective geared. A number of elves and fae have a ' You mess with one of us, you mess with ALL of us ' mentality

. The elven and fae folk generally won't tell elven/fae related secrets to anyone outside of elven/fae Realms that easily. If that happens, it means that that non elven/fae really has earned their trust about these things.

Ok so I know Changelings in thier original folk lore are very different form DnD Changelings but I had some thoughts

Sebastian accidentally changing his appearance in very small ways depending on who hes around, like if hes near simon his hair or eyes get a bit darker but If he near someone with a bit more color then he'll reflect that color in some way

Seb just giving the oddest gifts, like this man sees a stick on the ground with a flower and it ends up in klaviers office, and no one knows how it got there

Also Idk that much abt the original folk lore but cant the fey steal names if you tell them what it is??

I’m guessing you’re talking about the Mirror and Miles AU here? In which case, these are some really fun ideas that would be great for a story, but I don’t think they’d fit that particular AU so well, as I’m going for an original folk lore flavour more for changelings in that (and generally am whenever I use them - I adore the D&D ones, it’s just not a setting I usually work with).

Now, if Sebastian’s exposed to enough iron in this AU, his human form will start to slip - bind him with it and he’ll be forced fully into his true, fae form. He will be as confused about this as everyone else, he’s under the impression that he’s fully human and will react much in the way you might expect upon having the revelation “By the way, not only was your dad not your dad, you’ve been under false pretenses about your species for your entire life.” He was just under the impression that he has an iron allergy/sensitivity.

In regards to names, in the old folklore your given name had power - telling it to the fae would give them power over you. Though, that said, if you got their name from them, you would gain power over them, so it was a two-way street.