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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
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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

Born of the Sea, Staring into the Sun

They are born of the sea, the Guardian Drakes of the Sunny Shores. Born of the sea, staring into the sun. As their eyes ignite from the brilliance of day, their flames burst forth, patterning their blue scales with gold. Magic weaves itself into wing shapes on their backs, into bits and pieces of decor around their forms, into a halo of a crown declaring their status. It covers them in its embrace: energizing, glamouring, clarifying. In the end the Guardian Drake is draped in magic — channeling, breathing, radiating the glow — and is ready to leave the depths of the sea to embark on their journey to the Sunny Shores. To guard, defend, protect. To illuminate.   Skin: Fallen Gods Inc. – Draco Water* at Skin Fair
Mesh Parts: Maitreya Lara Body, Slink hands & feet
Tattoo: Fallen Gods Inc. – Fallen Gold Royale* at Treasure Chest
Extra Face Tattoo: Fallen Gods Inc. – Elegance* at We Love Roleplay
Eyes: Fallen Gods Inc. – Glowing Eyes*
Hair: Magika – First Light
Wings & Bracers: lassitude & ennui – Seraphim*
Outfit: !dm deviousMind – Wicca straps & Garona skirt*
Headdress: .Enfant Terrible.… Read the rest

Galactic Gardens

“This is Wigglenaut Pandanski to Wigglenaut Bunaire, do you copy?” “Copy what? I think I have paper and a pen somewhere… ohlook, birdies with handy headlights!” “…do you hear me?” “Of course I do, that’s why I answered, see. But look at them, so convenient! ‘n I think I see blue light at the roots of these flowers.” “We have a Close Encounter of the Third Kind, Wigglenaut Base, I repeat, we have-“ “Where’s the first and second? Ohoh, there’s another down there! But I don’t see the third…” “The alien seems non-hostile and appears to be trying to communicate.” “He’s waving! Let’s wave back! ‘n wiggle our ears, he has excellently big ears for wiggling, I bet they talk through that.” “Wigglenaut Base, I request fast-forwarding my retirement request.” “Maybe if I’ll put a candle on my head, the birdies will talk to me, what do you think?Read the rest

Worth the Risk

Some kisses change you forever. Some moments awaken you from the slumber you’ve drifted into. Some encounters kill you, only to nurture you to rebirth. Some apples taste so sweet that everything else will become bland.
There are bites worth taking, risks worth daring, touches worth falling for. There are fairy tales that are real, as long as we remember that happy endings are just a marker on the road, one step among the many we take. 
We write our own stories, find our own tastes and flavors, and eventually decide which apple is worth the risk. Scene: 
JIAN :: Nightingale’s Tree
JIAN :: Fallen Bunny Log
D-LAB+LIZAIL-PIPPIP-EF Apple tree01
D-LAB+LIZAIL-PIPPIP-EF Apple barrel
Ankle Biter – Your name is written in my heart
!Ohmai: Ninja Hedgehog [Chocolate]
HPMD* Little Birds — blue — type B
D-LAB+LIZAIL PICCOLI3 GrassBed 01
HPMD* SleepyRabbit white L — with Cuddle AO —
!Ohmai: Mochi Bunny
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The Light of the New Year

It’s a sunrise in the horizon of the Long Dark. It promises fresh snow, new winds, paths never walked before. It tells you all the dark things on your journey will be left behind, that they cannot cross over to this side. It lies. We carry the light with us, just like we carry the dark, and it is up to us to let them go or keep them close, it is up to us to choose. Regardless, in the light of the first new day of our lives it is always easier to be resolute, always easier to believe we will choose well. Perhaps that is the whole meaning of it, to give us that boost of energy to continue trying our best to make good choices, to encourage others to do so, to share our light with each other.  Here’s to the new year, new world, shared light! May we make it the best of the years yet.   Skin: Pink Fuel – Doll v2 V2 Vamp
Mesh: Maitreya Lara Body & Slink Hands
Hair: Magika – Honey Whiskey
Gown & Jacket: Just Because – Christine
Bracelets: MANDALA – Shippoah
Snowflake & Pose: Astalianda – Snowstar (free gift, currently available under the tree in Selidor)


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Jouluiloa

“But Santa gave the karot to you, since you don’t have a nose.” The bunling peered up at the snowman with a worried frown. The snowman smiled — in truth, he smiled all the time because that’s the way he was made, but this time he meant it. “I have a perfectly good nose. I like it, all small and round. Makes me look cuter, too. You can have the carrot.” The bunling beamed and shuffled his paws in the snow, glancing at the giant carrot, then up at the snowman again. “Are you suuuure?” The snowman made a sound that tried to relay he would nod if he could move. “Yas. Merry Yule, little critter.” “Happy Karot Dei!” The bunling responded, touched a paw to the carrot, then hopped closer to the snowman and pressed a small paw against his side. After a moment a decorative paw-scribble was decorating the snowman and the bunling began the Operation Drag Karot Home. He would share the treasure with his cousins and tell stories of the Snowman With Round Nose.Read the restjoulukortti2016

In the Realm of Frost

Every winter is born in the Realm of Frost, condensing from the nights of old, their lingering breezes and gusts of cold air. Some winters barely catch a touch of frost, others pack themselves full of snow. But all of them need to be broken free before they are born. The Frost Daughters estimate, evaluate and finally decide when a winter is ready to be freed. They keep an eye on how cold its sphere becomes, how active the glittering blue lights are, how big it grows.  When they feel it is ready, all it takes is a touch and the frost cracks open the shell that held the cold in check and the winter is ready to begin. Scene: Cerridwen’s Cauldron – Starbud Fungus & Winter Underbrush*
Skin: Fallen Gods Inc. – Frost Ice*
Tattoo: Fallen Gods Inc. – Thorns White* in The Bloody One Hunt
Eyes: Fallen Gods Inc. – Glowing Eyes*
Mesh Parts: Maitreya Lara Body & Slink Hands & Feet
Hair: Exile – Pick Up Lines
Outfit & Crown: !dm deviousMindShiva Ice Queen* at Fantasy Gacha Carnival
Particle Magic: Cole’s Corner – Snowflake Aura Set & White Walker Smoke*
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Dragons Dream

What do dragons dream of? There are many theories and suggestions, many answers even from the drakekin themselves. Some claim that it’s gold, some say conquest, some higher planes of magic, perhaps simply the joy of flying.
It may or may not be all of those things, but one dream always returns: the one where they are whelps once more, just specks of magic floating around within their very own plane of slumber, the one where they live before they are born to a more physical form.
They remember their guardians and caretakers, the warm glow of golden magic that they so hard try to reproduce in their hoards. They remember the humanoid feminine beauty, one of the first things they ever see and therefore try to recapture.
They dream of the gentle sway of flora made of magic, feeding their existence with each radiant spark of colour. They remember fluttering their small wings, floating on the currents of arcane energy.
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Calling the Celebrants

We have been invited. Every year the invitation arrives, every year the curtains are drawn aside to reveal doorways, every year the Sound of Life rings in our silenced ears once more. It calls, it beckons, it pleads. Just like it always did. Just like it always does. Each of us celebrates the return to the Land We Once Walked On. Some of us simply step through, others sail in with more impressive means, some slink and slither, some arrive with a bang. Some run through the streets screaming, some hiss softly in the passing October breeze. It does not matter how we celebrate, what matters is that we all do. For one night, one glorious night a year, all the chains are broken and we are free. Free, and dancing amongst you. Halloween has arrived to Selidor, and Fallen Gods Inc. has a Severed Sale: -50% from all the Halloween fitting items, including the various Rotten skins (now complete with body and head appliers), clown face tattoos, Trufangs, Dead Man’s Grins, and much more, all now updated to have appliers to make your mesh body all the more macabre!… Read the resttouch-of-blood-4bs