Tag: Fantasy

•{ Taking a Rest . . .

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She had not meant to stop here — but then, the Wildwood has a way of convincing warriors that rest is not weakness, only wisdom.

The fae reclined against the old roots, letting the soft carpet of grass pull her down like a gentle argument she had no desire to win. Her wings — still humming faintly from the chase — caught the dappled light and threw it back in shards of copper and jade.

The ancient column nearby said nothing, as ruins tend to do. But she heard it anyway: this ground remembers.

Somewhere behind her, the thing she had been hunting was still running. It would tire before she would. They always did.

For now, the lavender blossoms nodded in the breeze, the forest exhaled its green and golden breath, and the fae smiled at no one in particular.

She had earned this moment. The hunt could wait.

Scenery:
.:Tm:. Creation ~GM68 Woodland Cyclamen Rockery Garden Arr @Enchantment

Outfit: [JANGKA] MAYAN Outfit BROWN – @Enchantment

•{ Welcome to the. . .

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We’d been hacking through vines for three weeks, following maps that were more legend than cartography, when the jungle suddenly opened up.

And there she was.

Standing beneath a bridge of living moss and ancient roots, backlit by a waterfall that shouldn’t exist on any of our surveys. She didn’t startle at our approach—just watched us stumble into the clearing with the patient amusement of someone who’d been expecting company.

“You seek the Lost City,” she said. Not a question.

Martinez dropped his machete. Chen’s camera hung forgotten around her neck. I found my voice first. “How did you—”

“Everyone who finds their way here seeks the same thing.” Her smile was knowing, timeless. “The question is: are you ready for what you’ll find?”

She extended one hand toward a path we definitely hadn’t seen moments before.

“I can take you there,” she said. “But understand—some things are lost for a reason.”

The waterfall roared behind her like a warning.

We followed anyway.

Wearing:

Outfit: MirageDoll. – Aisha Dress , staff, headdress @Enchantment

Hair: no.match_ ~ NO_VICE ~ @ Equal10

Face Tattoo:+Out of Orbit+ Forest Dweller Facepaint @Enchantment

•{ Deal Within Courts

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The Autumn Court’s ambassador arrived at noon, when the light turns everything to honey.

She brought gifts, as was customary: three perfect acorns (still warm from the oak’s keeping), a vial of crystallized morning dew, and a single golden leaf that never stopped glowing. The Spring delegation accepted them with appropriate reverence, though everyone knew the real negotiations would happen later, over blackberry wine and clever wordplay.

“Your Majesty sends her regards,” the ambassador said, dragonfly wings catching the light just so. Her smile suggested she knew several secrets you didn’t, and might share one if you asked nicely.
The Spring Queen leaned forward. “And the matter of the disputed meadow?”

“Ah.” The ambassador plucked a leaf from her own skin—impossibly—and let it drift between them. “My Queen suggests a compromise. Autumn keeps the meadow for harvest months. Spring gets it for growing season. And in between?”

“In between?”

Her grin turned positively wicked. “We let the mortals stumble through it and make terrible decisions. For entertainment.”

The Spring Queen laughed, bright as birdsong. “Deal.”

Wearing:

Make-up: Faeble – Springtime 9 @ Fae Faire
Top: GLEAM Grotto: Sprout top @ Fae Faire
Hair: no.match_ ~ NO_ADVICE @ The Warehouse Sale

Accessory:
Starlight Designs – River Circlet @ Fae Faire
.bf. Druid’s Vines Set @ Fae Faire
:[P]:- Clovera – Ears – Evox Female @ Fae Faire

•{ Gateway. . . .

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“Are you ready?”

Her voice carries on a breeze that smells of wild roses and something older, something that makes your pulse quicken without knowing why. Behind her, the gateway shimmers—not quite mist, not quite light, but the space where mortal certainty dissolves into something far more interesting.

You hesitate. Smart.

The butterflies orbiting her crown pause mid-flight, watching. The ferns adorning her skin seem to whisper warnings your rational mind can’t quite hear. Everything about her screams threshold—the kind you don’t cross casually, the kind that doesn’t have a return policy.

“The world you know,” she says, extending one hand toward you, “is so very small. So very… ordinary.”

The gateway pulses. You swear you can hear music—wild fiddles and laughter and something that might be your own name sung in a language you’ve never learned but somehow recognize.

“One step,” she promises, fingers beckoning. “One choice. And nothing will ever be the same.”

Your feet move forward before your mind catches up.

She smiles—all honey and sharpness.

“Good,” she whispers. “I was hoping you’d be brave.”

Wearing:

Hair: [monso] Fine Hair /Brown & Blonde

Dress: Faunus – Eryl dress @ Fae Faire

Earrings: GENUS Addon /ELYSIAN BLOOM EARRINGS

Accessory:

       [Faunus] Erea crown @ Fae Faire

       Starlight Designs – Flower Lantern @ Fae Faire

Tattoo: [Bykee] Soothsayer Tattoo @ Fae Faire

•{ The Last Class. . . .

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Finally.

The bell rang and they vanished like smoke—chairs scraping, voices fading, that chaotic energy just… gone. Now it’s just me and the quiet hum of the overhead lights.

I straightened desks. Wiped down the board. Found three pencils, a water bottle, and what I’m hoping is just dried glue under desk four.

And now I’m sitting here in Jordan’s seat—the one who asks “why?” seventeen times per class—and I’m too tired to even laugh about it.

Tomorrow? No lesson plans. No attendance. No “Mr. Thomas, can I go to the bathroom?” for three whole months.

This week aged me five years.

Vacation can’t come fast enough.

Wearing:

Head: GENUS MORPHtoon – Head Preset – Basic – Male @ Skin Fair East    Skin Fair West
Eyes: A R T E – Earthbound Eyes @ Skin Fair East    Skin Fair West
Skin: [ALTICE] GENUS MORPH SKIN – TEODOR 2K @ Skin Fair East    Skin Fair West
Beard: [ALTICE] GENUS MORPH BEARD – TEO 2K @ Skin Fair East    Skin Fair West

Backdrop : .PALETO.Backdrop:. Last Class

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•{ Liquid Gold . . .

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They ask what I am, as if I could be reduced to simple answers. Surface dweller? Exile? Priestess? Heretic? All of those. None of those. Does liquid gold worry about its origin story?

I am the shimmer in the dark, the thing you can’t quite define but can’t look away from. Mystery isn’t a flaw—it’s power. Let them wonder. Let them guess. Let them lose sleep trying to categorize what refuses to be contained.

I wear the Underdark in my skin and carry light in my hands, and the contradiction is the whole point. Beautiful things don’t need explanation.

They just need to be witnessed.

And darling, you’re definitely watching.

Wearing:

Head: CATWA EVOX Golda @ Skin Fair East    Skin Fair West
Chest Tattoo: Martyr + Carved Doll – Ebody Reborn @ Skin Fair East    Skin Fair West
Hair: DOUX – Shai hairstyle
Skin: Yasum* Nubian-Treasure @ Skin Fair East    Skin Fair West
Eyes: S H I M M / Eyes Applier / CDXVI SET IV @ Skin Fair East    Skin Fair West

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•{ Shape of You. . . .

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Petals painted on porcelain skin,
Where wildflowers end and you begin—
Hard to tell which blooms are real,
Which are wishes the garden can feel.

You wear the meadow like it’s always been yours,
Cosmos and roses trading colors and spores,
Until you’re half-human, half-summer’s song,
The kind of beautiful that can’t be wrong.

So rest here a while in the afternoon sun,
Let the blossoms admire what you’ve become:
A garden that breathes, a poem that grows—
The loveliest shape that anybody knows.

Wearing:
Skin: Dae KINDRED Skin EVOX VELOUR nebula : for EvoX Mesh Heads @ Skin Fair East    Skin Fair West

Tattoo:
darkmoon . Star Marks . @ Skin Fair East    Skin Fair West
Juna: Arbys tattoo Dark Classic Avatar (BOM) – 2K Texture @ Skin Fair East    Skin Fair West

Eyes: .lovelysweet. Hime Eyes Set @ Skin Fair East    Skin Fair West

. . . Confusion }•

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He blinks. Once. Twice.

Nope. Still there.

“Run that by me one more time,” he says slowly, hand frozen mid-gesture like his brain short-circuited halfway through processing. “Because I know you didn’t just say—”

“I did.”

He stares. The kind of stare that suggests his entire understanding of reality just packed its bags and left without a forwarding address.

“But… that’s not… you can’t just—” He pinches the bridge of his nose. Takes a breath. Tries again. “Okay. Physics. Logic. Basic common sense. Any of these ringing a bell for you?”

“Worked, didn’t it?”

And that’s the worst part. It did work. Somehow. Against all reason, all probability, all laws of the known universe—it actually worked.

He loosens his tie because suddenly it’s very warm in here and his brain is melting.
“I need a drink,” he mutters. “Or therapy. Possibly both.”

Behind him, the “Music Party” poster seems to mock his crisis with its cheerful irrelevance.
Some days you get answers. Today? Just confusion and the vague suspicion that reality’s playing a prank.

Wearing:
Eyes: E U P H O R I C . Estella Eyes . LeLUTKA @ Skin Fair East    Skin Fair West
Skin: + wildflower –  jose skin rio (lelukta) @ Skin Fair East    Skin Fair West
Add-on: Niko* Frown BOM LeL EvoX @ Skin Fair East    Skin Fair West
Beard: Unorthodox – Kash Beardbase Noir [Evo X]

Pose is: Animosity – M-202-3

•{ Beholden . . .

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“You promised,” she says, twirling the lotus between delicate fingers, “to bring me the finest gift in all the mortal realm.”

You’d been drunk on spring wine and starlight when you’d agreed. How were you supposed to know she’d take it literally?

“I brought you chocolates,” you protest weakly. “And… that singing crystal from the mountain market?”

She examines the flower with exaggerated interest, golden eyes dancing with mischief. “Mmm. Lovely attempts. But a promise is a promise, petal.”

The garden shimmers, and suddenly you’re very aware of how the vines have crept closer to your ankles.

“How long do I have?”

Her smile is sunshine and honey-sweet danger. “Oh, darling. We have all the time in the world.”
The lotus blooms wider, and you realize—you’re not leaving.

Wearing:

Head: BeSpoke – Willow @ Skin Fair 2026 – Coming Soon!
Skin: BeSpoke – Willow – Skin (f) – Illa (Velour) @ Skin Fair 2026 – Coming Soon!

Makeup:
Misteria – Baroque @ Skin Fair 2026 – Coming Soon!
:: ANTAYA :: Glitter freckles – Green @ Skin Fair 2026 – Coming Soon!

Eyes: [Teeth] // Sinewave Eyes – Orange @ Skin Fair 2026 – Coming Soon!

Accessories:
*LODE* Head Accessory – Felora Single [cream]
– Secrets – Love is The Key Necklace – Copper – Boxed –
Chouku Rosa & ~*MF*~ Ravana Earrings – The Golden Hour
Faunus – Crown rowan // Olive (f)

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•{ Before It’s Over . . .

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The carnival closed fifteen years ago, but somehow the bunny’s still there.

Children dare each other to walk past the rusted gates, where weeds push through cracked asphalt and faded graffiti screams warnings no one heeds. Most turn back at the entrance. A few make it to the midway before their courage fails.

But there’s always one—curious, stubborn, or just foolish enough—who follows the sound of gentle humming deeper into the abandoned grounds.

That’s when they see it: a small figure in clown makeup, half-hidden by shadows and overgrown brush, clutching a balloon that shouldn’t still be inflated after all these years. The red surface gleams impossibly bright against the decay.

“Lost?” it asks, voice sweet as cotton candy. “Everyone gets lost here eventually.”

The balloon bobs. The humming continues.

“Don’t worry,” it whispers, painted smile never wavering. “I’ll keep you safe.”

Behind it, the circus tent flaps open in a wind that isn’t blowing, and from inside comes the sound of laughter—dozens of voices, maybe hundreds.
All of them children.

The carnival closed fifteen years ago, but somehow the bunny’s still there.

Children dare each other to walk past the rusted gates, where weeds push through cracked asphalt and faded graffiti screams warnings no one heeds. Most turn back at the entrance. A few make it to the midway before their courage fails.

But there’s always one—curious, stubborn, or just foolish enough—who follows the sound of gentle humming deeper into the abandoned grounds.

That’s when they see it: a small figure in clown makeup, half-hidden by shadows and overgrown brush, clutching a balloon that shouldn’t still be inflated after all these years. The red surface gleams impossibly bright against the decay.

“Lost?” it asks, voice sweet as cotton candy. “Everyone gets lost here eventually.”

The balloon bobs. The humming continues.

“Don’t worry,” it whispers, painted smile never wavering. “I’ll keep you safe”


Behind it, the circus tent flaps open in a wind that isn’t blowing, and from inside comes the sound of laughter—dozens of voices, maybe hundreds.
All of them children.

Scenery:

[WM] Circus Tent (Mono) @ Enchantment

[WM] Circus Balloons (Mono) @ Enchantment

::InkMe:: Vintage Circus Collection @ Enchantment