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Critter Adventures in the Fairelands: Bunlings and the Dungeon Treasure

The journey through scarydark had been long. Bunlings kept stopping and peeking behind them to make sure the strange mirror creatures were not following. They didn’t. Eventually they decided that Faireland magic kept them in the Mirror World and relaxed.  “Maybe they’re not mean? Maybe they just look all grrrr?” “Like Matshan?” Bunling flopped his ears thoughtfully. Maybe the Mirror Creatures would be full of good magic too when met. “Ys.” Both bunlings paused to consider this possibility, then shook their heads. “There was no critters near, only bones. That’s bad grrr.” “Yas. Not a weff in sight. Or even a birdy.” “They can stay in the mirror. No need to hlp out!” Happy with their decision the bunlings continued following the gigantic glowing mushrooms that towered over them. The corridors were long and dark, but eventually their noses caught a familiar scent.Read the rest


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Critter Adventures in the Fairelands: Sailing in Junction

It is tricksy to cross the sea between Falls of Hope and Aetherea, especially if you’re not a mermaid. Or have a handy snorkel. Or if you cannot really swim, just splash a little in shallow pools for fun. Fortunately the bunling had come prepared with a mighty ship. He did not really have paddles — nor paw flexibility to use any — but the ship had a big sail, and Fairelands always seemed to help the travelers to get where they were going. The bunling liked that, and wished other lands were as friendly, too. As he was bravely sailing across the endless ocean, he suddenly noticed a flower crown emerging from the depths, followed by a fishie. There was a moment of excited waving and almost toppling over, then a calmer happy greeting. The fish said he usually frolics with all his friends in the endless embrace of colours, but sometimes he peeks up at the strange thin water above the cover of the world. Bunling peeked up too, but saw only fluffy clouds in the sky.Read the rest

Critter Adventures in the Fairelands: Addler in Tiny Town

Addler was not quite certain why hoomans called good things a heaven. Heaven was blue and white and sometimes even rainy. Regardless, he had heard the expression often enough to ponder whether this could be one. He had never seen so many waffles anywhere in his life! He had lived long, too, at least all the pawfuls! It was a mountain of waffles, and more were appearing all the time, like magic! He sniffed around in case this was Matshan’s doing — when things appeared out of nowhere, it often was — but could smell just the waffles, and various critter scents, and more waffles! He waddled closer to the waffle shower. Closer. Clooooooser. When one dropped on his head he finally believed they were real. He took a bite, then another. Then another. Three waffles later he remembered to look around in case there were any potential waffle treasure owners glaring at him, but nope. He was alone. Alone with a mountain of waffles! Five more waffles later he felt his tummy rounding up from the golden treasure, and he plopped down, letting the waffles rain on him.Read the rest

Critter Adventures in the Fairelands: Bunlings in Aetherea


“Oooooooooooo.” Bunlings exhaled their astonishment in unison, a small soft sound echoing over the temples. “It’s all shiny!” One exclaimed, then lowered his voice to a whisper. “‘n prittiful ‘n there’s fishies!” “Floaty magic! I wonder if there’s floaty upside hoomans living there, too.” “Think we’ll be upside down if we go there?” The smaller bunling tilted her head and almost tumbled over from the roof where their floating flower vehicle had landed. “I see green things!” There was paw-pointing toward the lawn, and happily perked ears. “Let’s-” A pause, a glance down, a glance at not-good-at-climbing-paws, then both turned toward the floaty flower and hopped on once more, just to let it glide gently down. “Now let’s look clos-” Another pause, and both bunlings sniffed the air.… Read the rest

Critter Adventures in the Fairelands: Bunlings Are Not Lost

“Do you think we’re lost?” The smaller bunling asked. “Nope, we’re right here!” The slightly bigger one wiggled his nose knowingly. “But I thought we should be elsewhere!” She peeked over the petals of the floating chrysanthemum they were using as a traveling device. “Ohyas.” The bigger bunling scratched his ear thoughtfully. “Ladybun said we’d recognize it from the scent of waffles. ‘n gud arts on the walls.” Smaller bunling peeked over another petal. “Dunsee any arts.” She sniffed the air. “‘n the air smells gudforesty. All leaves ‘n growing things ‘n flowers ‘n happicritters ‘n that nosetickling whiff!” “‘s Faireland scent. The magic tickles.” Smaller bunling examined her paws ‘n then patted her nose with them. “All tingly, too.” “We couuuld land ‘n have a picnic!” “But but… Ladybun said ‘s important to go to the waffle place.” The floating chrysanthemum slowly moved onward, leaving bunlings staring at the forest with wiggly noses and tails.Read the rest

Flower Fae

They’re called by many names: flower fae, lily spirits, petal pixies, frippery fronds… figments of your imagination, or ‘I definitely had too much to drink’ among the most popular ones. They awaken with the sun, wiggle out of the protective petals of the flower and get to work.
What is it they do, you might wonder. The answer is obvious, for they are flowers. They soak in the warm rays and daylight and look beautiful. It’s not easy, they tell me. So much sun to catch, so much beauty to show off!
For the rarest of them, those growing on distant planets, they might even have to catch several suns, and a couple of moons before they can rest. It isn’t easy being beautiful, but definitely worth every indulgently spent moment lazing in the warm sun. Scene: Cerridwen’s Cauldron – Aztec Lily Set*
Skin: Fallen Gods Inc. – Pure Amethyst*
Tattoo: Fallen Gods Inc. – Skychylde Laguna*
Eyes: .ID. Essentials Inhumans
Hair: Exile – After the Rain
Mesh: LOGO Alexis Bento Head, Maitreya Body, Slink Hands & Feet
Poses: Eternal Dream – Adina

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How the Critters Went Caroling

“Does he bring the sun back, is that why he’s called Sun?” The smallest bunling peeked at the sky that showed no sign of light diminishing. “…in the places that don’t have Matshan and that get dark in the winter.” “He’s not called Sun.” One of the squirrel brothers paused to explain, then continued shaking and listening to a nut, scouting for the weakest side for opening. “Is too! Sun Da Claws! …although the claws sound sort of worrisome. Are they hidden in the mittens? Why does he need claws? Wrapping presents must be tricksy.” “Nono, is San-ta.” Squirrel beat the nut against the ground, wishful gleam in his eyes. “‘s what I said! Sun Da.” “Saaaan-tah!” “Suuuuun Da!” “Has nothing to do with sun! ‘s just …word that sounds similar.” “What does it mean, then?” The smallest bunling frowned and nosed his own ear in confusion.… Read the rest

The Between is Breached

“Tell me, minions mine, what news from the Border, what word from the Threshold, what whispers from the Between?” “O Mistress Most Magnificent, tonight is the Night: the Border opens, the Threshold is crossed, the Between breached. The cards so pronounce, the runes declare, the moons of nether shine upon the Door.” “Witness then, my vicious vouboos, witness and rejoice: it is time to summon spirits to wander the waking world. Upon my call they shall come, my words they shall heed, my will they shall follow. The mortal world shall feel their presence as they walk its streets: truths among lies, surreal realities amongst disguises, hidden in plain sight.  Each step they take draws shadows from human hearts, each inhale of stolen breath drains courage, each bastion of rationale besieged by doubt, assaulted by belief older than this newly-found love of facts.” “Their hearts fill with dark whispers and undeniable certainty that there is something near them: behind them in the room, in the dark corner of the street, under the bed, just out of sight but so certainly there they can hear the breath that is not drawn.Read the rest

Red Confession


“I don’t normally reveal my secrets to mortals, nor confess to one thing or another. I’m usually what people confess about, not the one whispering my own thoughts and considered discretions. This time, however, I must admit one thing: red colour wraps me in delightfully crimson moods.”

“I might slumber in my monochrome silvery skin, relaxed and restful, but the moment I wiggle into something red I feel my horns gleaming brighter, something slow and primal awakening within me. All for this delicious colour that calls to me, promising me things mortals only dream of.” Skin: Fallen Gods Inc. – Scales Silver at We Love RP
Hair: Exile – Lazy Summer Days
Eyes: [Cubic Cherry] {Alia} eyes at Decennial Market
Mesh: Maitreya Lara body, LOGO Alexis bento head, Slink hands
Horns: [Cubic Cherry] {Ram} horns Decennial hunt prize at ~Timeless~ Hunt
Dress: lassitude & ennui – Confession dress red damask at Decennial Market
Diadem: OXIDE Chandra Diadem at Decennial Market
Closeup Jewelry: OXIDE Ilisia Necklace & Earrings hunt prize at ~Timeless~ Hunt
Back Jewelry (normal necklace, I turned it around): .Arcadia.… Read the rest

The Gifts of Time

The Fortune Teller brought Gifts of Time to the Fallen Gods Inc. Decennial, the gentle hiss of the sand in an hourglass, the rhythm of the ticks of a clock. He weaved time into stars, into eons of constellations, into gold glowing in the dark space he wove it. Some of the Deities of Time fell from the depths of space into the bay of Selidor, shedding the dark cosmos for warmer blues of the ocean, stepping out to greet their distant kin. And some…well, some of them embraced the infinite abyss and its stars, turning to darker hues, yet yearning to explore, reaching for contact, for experiences. In the night they fell like shooting stars, wading out of the bay like shadows, their magics evolved to reminisce the red moons instead of warm sun. Fallen Gods Inc. Decennial has started! There’s Decennial Market on top of the temple, ~Timeless~ grid-wide hunt going on, and also the Fortune Teller with complete avatar prizes! The Decennial Market has a shopping guide on Seraphim and is located on the roof of Fallen Gods Inc.Read the rest

The Daughter of the Depths and the Fallen Hedgehogs


There were many things that the sea-dwellers did for entertainment, many things that amused the daughters of the depths. There were races along the moon bridge, dancing with dolphins, weaving corals into new shapes, teaching whale whelps to sing. Many things that made them laugh, but surely this one had to be among the best. “Faster paws, brave land critters, faster paws.” She tried not to laugh, watching the paws more used to dry ground splash furiously in the gently enchanted buoying water. “No nipping at your friend, Scourge of the Seas. Swimming first, terrorizing later. Every sharkling knows this.” She had met ground creatures before, but usually they were lost and panicked in the sea, needing help to get back home. Not these two. They had played in the water fearlessly and introduced themselves as Fallen Hedgehogs. There had been some explanation about a contest that she did not fully understand, but she did not care.Read the rest

Never Truly Gone


We are never truly gone. They think we are but stories, old legends, ancient myths. They call us explanations for the unknown, symbols for the various parts of human life, concepts made easier to grasp. We are. There is no telling if we existed first and helped shape these concepts, imprinted them on the human mind, or if the humans called us to being with their devotion and fervent belief. No telling, nor does it matter. We rose from the sand: shaped of gold, carrying the living sun in our hearts. We rose, we ruled, we faded into stories. That is the biggest story of them all, the one where we faded. They keep telling it, not realizing that with each telling the sun grows brighter, the hawks fly higher, the minions of Bastet step into your homes and demand your worship. In each purring sound you hear the desert wind, each dawn reveals the rise of the radiant disk held high, in each story you hear more of the truth. We are always here, every sunrise, every nightfall, every soft step in the alleyways, every shriek in the skies. Read the rest

Growth of a Forest Fae

They begin their lives as petite fae, dancing with the lights on the bottom of the forest, on its waters and moss-covered hills. Their wings, their magic, can barely hold them afloat, but as they explore, as they dance, their enchantments grow stronger. They practice by flying higher, landing on branches as large as roads, walking on them with tiny steps until trying to reach the higher foliage again. On their way higher they begin to grow. The forest is ancient and it takes them years to fly up, years as they grow in size and magic. The foliage begins to thin, small beams of light tease them, lure them higher. Then one day they break through the leaves into the light and touch the dawn. It is a blinding moment after the safety of the dark embrace of forest shadows. Blinding moment of growth when all the roads are not only open, but non-existent. Sky is open, sky has no limits. The last weekend of Fantasy Faire 2017 is upon us. The official event program ends on Sunday, but we will have a six-hour closing party on Monday to wrap things up thoroughly.… Read the rest

Living at The Rose

The statues at The Rose are alive. You wouldn’t know it at first glance as they stand on their pedestals, pose in their carefully selected spots, frozen in moments of activity. You wouldn’t — couldn’t — guess, but it is true. Their sculptor imbued them with life and spirit full of humor and mischief. The moment you glance away, they end up giving merry buntoinettes unicorn rides and playing Fantasy Football with pigeons. When you glance back, they’re gone, only the sudden breeze revealing that something incredibly fast zoomed by. The breeze and a faint eeeeeee-sound in the wind. When playing with their flesh-and-blood friends, they often pretend to freeze back to statues again. That way you might see statues where there wasn’t any yesterday, nor will there be tomorrow. When asked, the blame is always on the Magician tending to The Rose. The statues couldn’t move on their own, after all. Especially not in the Fairelands.Read the rest

An Unexpected Party

Today is the day. Today we celebrate one of our founders, a true visionary whose imagination shaped ours, whose dreams turned to life in vivid colours and sounds and emotions.  Today we will hold a party in his honor, a tribute, a feast: a completely Unexpected Party, even! There will be food involved, and music, and fireworks. Today we gather to celebrate Middle Earth in the closest realm we have to the Shire. Won’t you join the celebration? Today is Tolkien Day in the Fairelands. Come join the Literary Festival events, Tolkien readings and of course the party at The Hill! Schedule can be found here.  Pictures taken in Fantasy Faire: The Hill Skin: Pink Fuel – Doll v2 Vamp
Mesh Parts: Maitreya Body & Slink Hands
Hair: Wasabi Pills – Deirdre* at Fantasy Faire: The Rose
Eyes: IKON – Spectral Eyes Leonine
Eyeliner: Beautiful Freak – Odetta gold
Gown: Silvan Moon Designs – The Light of Sarin at Fantasy Faire: The Spirit Pool
Jewelry: Bliensen + MaiTai – Gilgalad
Flowers: Naminoke – Gingko Gold at Fantasy Faire: San Mora
Wreath: BOOM – Nature’s Crown goldenrod
Particle Magic: Cole’s Corner – Glamour Glitter & We Are Groot at Fantasy Faire: Dawn’s Promise
Poses: ~Mythril~ Her Grace Set at Fantasy Faire: The Rose


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She Walks on Water

She walks on water, each step barely dipping pale toes in, causing small ripples. Each ripple sprouts life, drawing forth plants, flowers reaching up to the daylight, up to her. 
She walks on water, and the flowers bloom with magic, swirling in the breeze like fireworks, delighting in the footsteps of Spring. Pictures taken in Fantasy Faire: The Spirit Pool Cerridwen’s Cauldron – Sky Blossom Set* at Fantasy Faire: The Hill
Skin: Pink Fuel -Doll V2 Vamp Pure Black Brow
Mesh Parts: Maitreya Body, Slink Hands & Feet
Hair: Magika – First Light
Eyes: IKON – Immortal Eyes Passion
Outfit: Spyralle – Starseeker Costume with Nebula* at Fantasy Faire: The Spirit Pool
Poses: Poseidon – Alchemist 1 at San Mora | ~Mythril~ Her Grace 12 at The Rose  


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Petal’s Shopping Trip to the Fairelands

“Hai! ‘m Petal, ‘n I live with Ladybun ‘n Magician. They’re always busy in the Fairelands this time of year, so I decided to see what the fuss is about. Turns out there’s a lot of fuss! Also, fuzz. ‘n hats! Mr. and Mrs. Croaklet said this particular colour compliments my fur tone.” “Ladybun always dresses fashonably for the Faire, so I did, too! Flower in the eye has been on top of the trends this year, I know, I read blogs! …well, at least look at pictures. …browse flickr once a month?” “It’s otterly important to feel like a princess as often as critterly possible. ‘n to sparkle! Big things to carry on your head are gud, too. Ladybun always has stuff on her head, sometimes more than on her body! Just like me! ‘s gud critter dressage. Dress-up. Dressing?” “Like so! Nothing else needed, perfection! All ready for my big date now, just need to find a romantik location…” This year the Critter Adventures in the Fairelands advanced to the next logical level: fashion blogging.… Read the rest

The Flavors of the Fairelands

As the Fairelands return and open the portals to the mundane realms for the eleven brief days of magic, so do their denizens, the Faire Folk. Some of them are warm and sunny like unicorns on a summer day, but some gather shadows around them like a cloak, sliding through the fog in the darker corners of the land. There is always necessary contrast there between dark and light, magic stemming from all living emotions, the good and the less-so. There is an invitation to all beings no matter their allegiance, a call to come and join your kind. For no matter the flavor of your spells, we all belong together in magic. We all belong together in the Fairelands. Fantasy Faire is now open (April 20 – 30, 2017) and as usual, it’s full of events! If you’re interested in shopping, there’s the shopping catalogue. If you’re interested in roleplay, dance performances, Literary Festival, DJ parties or any other events we so often come up with, check the Faire Happenings daily!… Read the rest

New Eggs, New Friends

“Have we opened them all?” “You mean have we hidden them all?” “Um. …yes. Hidden. That is absolutely what I meant.” These fantastically festive Easter bunnies are hunt prizes in the Magic of Oz Easter hunt that ends this Sunday, so if you haven’t been to Oz yet, you better hurry! The egg with the small hedgie is also a hunt prize, the rest are gacha wins. Eggs and bunnies: perfect spring. Ozimals – Primavera & Vistoso 2017 Elite Bunnies at Magic of Oz Easter Hunt
~Libertine~ Collectable Egg 31 “The Magic of Spring 2017” at Magic of Oz Easter Hunt
~Libertine~ Collectable Egg 48 “Romantic Rendezvous” gacha at Magic of Oz
~Libertine~ Collectable Egg 36 “A New Friend” gacha at Magic of Oz
~Libertine~ Collectable Egg 34 “Jardin du Roi” gacha at Magic of Oz
MishMish – Sweet Short Grass at Collabor88
JIAN Clover Patch at Collabor88


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The Purple Season

It arrives after the Freezing Teal, the season of Purple. It spreads slowly over the realm, colouring each spore and shroom with it. The Season Changers have already shifted their skins, their markings turning to reflect the current growth plans. Each line, each symbol, number, cipher on their skin represents a change still to take place, a shift they will conjure into being. With each realm alteration a line vanishes, leaving just pure purple behind. When the plane glows in radiant hues of various purples, their skins will be free of designs and their work will be done. With Fantasy Faire on the horizon I’m feeling understandably purple. (Psst, the blogger applications are open until April 15th.) I also wanted to draw your attention to an event ending this weekend: Filling the Cauldron. You can still catch some of their epic entertainment schedule today and tomorrow. I’m sure you want to support more fantastically purple plantlife growth on the grid, right?… Read the rest