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1. You’re being extremely quiet, what does it mean? It means that I am thinking, probably. If I become very cold, quiet and methodical and quiet, that is when I am most dangerous.

2. If someone hit you, what would you do? I usually will meet someone blow for blow. Few have dared to raise their hands to me. And when Sebastien does, it is usually when we are exchanging blows…intimately speaking

3. Do you still have feelings for your ex? Ex….what? Ex lover? Ex Fiance? Yes. I do. Unfortunately, they are rather complex and I am still trying to work out what all that means. What I know that it does not mean is that he will ever be a wedge between Sebastien and myself.

4. Have you ever had a booty call? Only on Tortuga…

5. If so would you again? If I ever take up piracy again.
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Sadrang (Persian Poetry) by Amir Khosrow Dehalvi (13th Century)

“Sadrang”
by Niyaz

That my eyes never stray from your face
For this distance would make my heart weary
What use are eyes when you are veiled from my sight
What use are eyes in the darkness void of light
My heart bled a hundred colours of pain
A pallate filling your absence in each image before my eyes
My sight is the sole comfort as another dawn draws near
Burning the distance between us.

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240 – Discuss an individual who has scared you.

I committed murder to wrest from the hands of my foster mother the throne of the Fortunate Island. I consort with warlords, executioners, inquisitors, and daemons. You ask me who is it that has scared me? Or do I then frighten myself? Is there some deep dark side within me that I hide in shame from not only the world at large, but from my own eyes as the gaze in the mirror because I cannot bear to look that darkness inside me straight in the eyes?

Oh, yes. There have been those in my life who have caused me at least some trepidation. And they did this not because I was afraid of them, but of the manoeuvring that I would have to do in order to overcome either their actions in order to maintain the control that I have. And iintend to keep that control.

What have I to fear? Whom should strike fear into my heart?

No one.


Muse: Fanny Fae / Faelyn
Fandom: Original Character / Folklore / Mythology
Word Count: 160

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TM #239 – Hair

I have had long hair all of my life. Sometimes it has been more long than at other times. I remember when I was a mere twenty years old, my hair was long enough to reach to my feet. Even when my tresses were braided into a single plait down my back, it was a rope that reached well past my ankles. Such a thing, though a mark of beauty and femininity, is incredibly heavy and not very easy to take care of. It would take sitting by the fire for hours, brushing, combing, untangling, and waiting for it to dry. Anyone who ever recommended 100 strokes a night every night for a woman to brush her hair with never had to contend with it being longer than to their waist! Your arms end up being quite tired! It was about the beginning of the 17th Century when I cut my hair a little shorter,at least to my hips so that it became more manageable.

If you were to ask me, however, what kind of hair I would like to see on a man, I would have to answer, long and dark. I think it goes back to that first night, on the Fortunate Island, when all that I had in the world was my maidenhood. I clutched it to me like the fur robe which covered me on that large stone altar amid the standing stones. My hair was loose and hung about me, scented with the sharp pungency of rosemary and heather. He was tall, muscular and beautiful. If there was anyone who could represent the Stag King, it would have been the young man standing in the flickering shadows of the Bale Fires that night. His hair was as dark as the black basalt that I was lying upon and in our night together, our hair tangled around us so that we could no longer discern where the strands of one ended and the other’s began. Perhaps it was his beauty that made me stay my hand and not take his life when I should have.

And nearly every man that I have ever loved and held dearest to my heart resembled him in some way.My dearest friend, my husband, my paramours – all of them held the same wildness the unslain opfer* did that night. Whether I relive it again and again, I am uncertain. I do not know that it really matters.I just know what I prefer.

Muse: Fanny Fae / Faelyn
Fandom: Original Character / Folklore / Mythology
Word Count: 413
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Opfer – A human sacrifice used with in some Pagan traditions. Usually one who is willing.

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Application: Wicked

“Within these things, all life, be it viper, adder, worm, insect or animal or plant, if they are boiled down, reduced to their lowest common denominator, we are left with the wrath of Mercury separated out from these creatures; for all life, is external and internal, and it consists of both poison and light. All Life that is void of Mercury is mort, and an abominate, and accounted as dead.” – Jacob, Bohume, “Signatura Renan

The way of the Fae is the way of the Earth and rock of tree and plant, of animal and bird, and all of these things can at some point, all will contain poison. All are there for us to use with knowledge and wisdom, the trick is to know when or where each is to be applied.

If you follow the ways of magic, inevitably you end up sooner or later at the way of cure and curse. Each of the herbs on the earth, especially the ones used to raise the dead in a seemingly simple spell, if used improperly, or properly as the case may be, they can either hex or heal – and sometimes, if you can stomach it, can do both at once. There are people who are both Powerful, passionate, both philtre and poison at the same time. I have known this and because of its sting, I have crossed into Darkness from time to time. Not only have I survived it, I am married to it. I AM it! To be a successful poisoner or conjurer, or a successful sovereign in any case, the Art of each must be embraced fully for what it is. Taking a life for the good of all is not so great an issue if you first know how to name these things properly, to talk to them and understand without judgement, being ever ready to make bargains if necessary. I have found that if you try to get something for yourself, inevitably, you will have to take such matters to heart and not be afraid to strike at the very heart of someone you even believed yourself to have once loved if that is what is required. I have, and I would do so again if necessary and remain unashamed and unrepentant for having done so.

The way of Mercury, the poisonous changeling, the way of Sulphur, the Path of Poison. The Unseelie Sidhe way, the way of the Old Ones, is the path of poison – and the most deadly poison of all, the most lethal that we know is the wicked and deceitful poison of the Lie. Sometimes lies, like arrows go in easily enough and when pulling them back out again cause even greater damage. To us , the Fae, a lie is the one anathema that cannot be tolerated. The liar is forsworn and cast out among us. The lie renders even that which was done as an act of righteous relentlessness as being null and void. There Some say that magic is a lie, that knowledge a deceitful lie of Lucifer Himself or that the very existence of the Fae is a lie – for they were all stamped out once, weren’t they?

There the truth lies in how we survived it.


Muse: Fanny Fae / Faelyn
Fandom: Original Character / Folklore / Mythology
Word Count: 466 (not including quote)

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# 236 It’s your birthday! If anything were possible, what would be your perfect way to celebrate?

I have birthday celebrations aplenty on the Fortunate Island whenever that day comes. In the midst of the revelry and the dancing that goes on for days, it is almost a relief when the cacophony stops echoing off the mountains and the event fades into memory. It is the chance of my people to celebrate me; even though that isn’t something I find that is particularly necessary, or even desirable for others to do. Do I not do it enough myself?

The perfect way for me to celebrate my own birthday, if I were to place myself in a position where the anniversary of my birth (some nearly six hundred years ago!) where I was not feeling put out or upon, I should very much like to just spend in the company of someone I love, with a book by a fire or just enjoying the day. There would be no Courtly agendas, no deadlines to push forward, no anxieties or despair over whether or not that gifts given would be somehow pleasing or ‘enough’. I am constantly showered with gifts of material items. I would only ask for the gift of time spent just being.

People sometimes forget that smallest gift. We take it for granted in others and in ourselves, and yet it is the greatest thing that any of us have. For within those places, within all Seven Realms of Existence is held the greatest Power and profundity. In those places we find our own Immortality and interconnection with everyone and everything else. That realization is the greatest gift of all.

Muse: Fanny Fae / Faelyn
Fandom: Original Character / Folklore / Mythology
Word Count: 264

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OOC: July To First Week of August Status of Mun and Muse

Just a note for those of you who write and interact with fannyfae, nomanselizabth sekhmet_mrytamn, and faery_ring; July is absolutely my busiest month of the year. This is the mun’s prep time for our Temple’s Annual Retreat. This means that I will be slow with reps, and during the first week of August ( 1-8), the responses may be very rare . This is not meant to be personal, this is just my schedule as it is. This year has been particularly hectic as I have several friends whom I have been helping who have lost a great deal, if not everything in the flood.

Things like clean up moral support for those in need takes a bit of time and effort to do. Getting ready and packing also takes time. I promise that no one is being ignored….just nudge me if you need to. I will understand and respond as quickly as I can; Promise! 🙂

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