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im faekin, with strong memories of Faerie and holy shit i hate that everything is the same. i remember ever-shifting colors and leaves that took different shapes when you look back at them. this world is so boooooring and change happens in a split second instead of taking time like it should. its all stupid its all static and i wish that stupid family hadnt built their stupid house on my damn circle.
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i want to stand in the creek. i want to walk outside. i want to pick flowers. i want to be away from the human world for a bit.
the human world wasn't made for me in any way. flat floors hurt me. heavy doors tear at my shoulder. medium-low backed chairs destroy my spine. concrete stairs dislocate my knees. this way of life pulls apart my bones.
and all those flat floors, heavy doors, low-back chairs, hard stairs, everything, damage my body so much that i can't even go where i belong once i've run through the motions of human life.
it's so frustrating to be trapped by the daily injuries i get from my inability to escape. i don't want to hurt this much. i want to be in the river. all i get now is staring at the sun.
Look, us fae-kind aren't all delicate. We aren't all about spring and cottages and communing with bugs.
I don't mind those that are, but I'm disappointed in the glaring lack of representation for those of us that dance in the darkness. I'm making this blog to try to rectify that.
That said, while I will post pictures that I enjoy, this is NOT an aesthetic blog! This is for spiritual excavations, pagan leanings, some poetry and story-telling, etc.
Call me Hemlock, please. I'm not sure what Court I'm from. Haven't gotten that far, but Autumn and Winter call to me.
I'm not new to the otherkin community -- I am 27 -- but not well-versed in terminology, so don't be afraid to correct me if I get something wrong.
*edited to reflect my recent clarification. I believe I am an Autumn faerie, but I'm still journeying.
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@faekind said : "can't you see that mom is just trying to make you into a mini-her? she doesn't really know us, Jane!"
"Would you stop it? Would you just, just - shut up!" Tears of sadness were a common thing, but tears of frustration were rarer, wetness swelling at the corner of Jane's eyes and the back of her nasal cavity burning as she glared at her own reflection.
Hurting because it was said by her sister, yes, but hurting all the more because it felt true down to her bones and the barrage of words threatened to make her body crumble. Hands curled into fists at her side and shoulders shaking from emotion threatening to burst out of her, Jane's skin feeling electric.
"What would you even know about it? Someone has to help Mom and we both know it's not going to be you, you don't even try. It's always me picking up your slack, it's always been me. Don't act like you care now just because you're mad at mom!"
ღ the rose fairy - Cecily Mary Barker ღ
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{ @faekind because you volunteered Jane to be his technology tutor }
The phone sat before him on the table, and he was looking at it, almost angry. He looked at Jane, “Merlin said this can take pictures, when I asked how, I daresay I had never seen him look more exasperated. Archimedes simply laughed at me, but that’s a normal occurrence. Are you sure you’re willing to help?” he said his face going soft as he seemed a bit defeated.
