FairlyIndecentFolk

Madeline_Madelist

To the right kind of person, it comes as no surprise that the fair folk walk among the living. They flit around in the breeze, they tend to gardens, donate money, and foster plants just like people do. The fey are even more productive at this, perhaps; having a bit of magic to compliment their small form makes them incredibly versatile in many tasks.

To another right kind of person, it should come as no shock that the fairies are fairly...indiscreet, about their indiscretions. When the morning dew is just a little bit too thick and white, or when your plants receive a bit more fertilizer than they were expecting, or when it rains with no explanation at all...that is the work of fairies being absolutely and totally indiscreet.

They will rope bystanders into whatever act comes to their whim, and like most mythological depicitions, if the person involved is not very particular about the way they speak or what they do with any kindness a fae offers, they will likely never be seeen again. Er, well, not particularly seen, truly; when your garden glitters with just a little bit more of a pronounced verdure, that's them at work.

The individual fae shown in this image gathered is known by many names. Little shit, tiny terror, gross little bitch, pocket-sized murderer...but she prefers to be called Jasper. Jasper is an example of the female of her species (that of course being one of the fey, particularly a residential fae) which happen to be much larger and much more brazen than the males. To wit, a male residential fae will ask through bit lips if you want to fuck at ALL; a female residential fae has already zipped you pants down, bound you with vines, and started without question.

This tendency of brazen-ness breaches human law...but the fey care not for human law, just as much as they care not for human empathy nor do they care for anything that humans put stock in. The fey do as they please, and if the jail bars are too tight together...they can simply eat the guard and pass his key. They will stop at nothing to fulfill their sick, hedonistic pleasures.

Not even if you're moaning...
kicking...
or screaming.