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Perhaps You Had Wings All Along

The difference between falling and flying is very small and for a great amount of time non-existent. Perhaps the biggest difference lies in faith, in trust. Perhaps if you truly believe you can fly, your fall will become a flight. Perhaps it teaches you to feel for others struggling to fly, for either their environment chaining them earthbound or their fear locking them down. Perhaps it lights the warmth of empathy, of recognition, kindles your fingertips with mercy and encouragement. Maybe the fall will cease to frighten you if you stop staring down, stop estimating the distance to ground, to the moment when your shivering reflection meets your helpless form. Maybe if you look up instead, at the endless skies, endless opportunities, the fear will let go and loosen its grip. Perhaps in that moment of being embraced by the open sky you finally realize you had wings all along. The absolutely stunning wings by ClaVv are an exclusive prize in The Epiphany, meaning you can purchase them with the points you’ve redeemed from the gacha prizes you got from the event.… Read the restangel2cs


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The Seasons of Persephone: Winter

Summer was always too short. The time to return took her by surprise every year despite the signs beginning to appear: her skin paled, her hair lost its vibrant colour, the summer greens changed to darker winter tones. The butterflies transformed to small spirits, twirling around her, eager to return back to Hades. Flower decorations became chains and bones, metals and gemstones.  The blooming lines across her body sharpened into a strong mask befitting the Queen of the Underworld, the one whose name was barely whispered aloud in fear it would call her attention. Call the attention of the one carrying into effect the curses of men upon the souls of the dead. As the nature quiets into its winter hibernation, Persephone returns to Hades: the realm and the god. She returns and she rules by his side until the awakening spring calls her back to the warmth of summer. The dress by Fallen Gods Inc. & [FAIDA] is one of the exclusives in The Epiphany. You can acquire the exclusives by redeeming in your gacha prizes, that way you can get rid of the commons you don’t want and get exclusive shinies in return!… Read the restpersephonewinter3bs

The Seasons of Persephone: Summer

Her mysteries bloom in the sound of birdsong, her footsteps lure forth flowers, her whispered words soothe minds and spirits alike, wrap the world in the warmth of summer.
Nature responds to her mindset, her feelings, or perhaps the nature influences her thus, but regardless they are one. It is summer and Persephone wanders amongst the trees and flowers, breathing in the scented air after the long winter months in the Underworld. The trees sway with her steps, the flowers reach higher to touch her as her steps take her in the dance of delight through her summer realm. Her touch revives and revitalizes the smallest of details, conjures the celebration of life in an orchestra of colours, scents and sensations. It is summer, and Persephone celebrates with nature: one months-long delight of warm souls, green growth and the embrace of life. It is summer, and she invites you to join her. Join her while the summer lasts! The skin by Fallen Gods Inc. is available in the Wayward Carnival, the tattoo by Fallen Gods Inc.… Read the restpersephone2bs

Nifflers at Work: Bunny Season

“Are you sure she said bunnies? It seems like there’s already plenty around here.” The chief niffler had doubts. “That’s the point, isn’t it?” Bob, the second assistant niffler, nodded. “People always want more whatever it is that’s their treasure. Hers is bunnies!” “Well, if it’s bunnies she wants, then bunnies she will get. Right, lads?” The chief niffler wiggled his snout determinedly.  “Yesboss!” The small pack got to work of sniffing out bunnies. It was surprisingly easy, the surroundings were simply full of bunny-nests, hiding places and rollable grass. “Bunnies, Bongo. Bunnies, not butterflies!” Chief sighed. “Fluffy hoppy things, not frail fluttery things!” “But look, boss! The hoppy things are attracted to the fluttery things: find one, the others will follow!” “Not bad, Bongo, not bad at all.Read the restnifflers1b

The Wings of Night

Some say Death is patient, that Death waits. This is in fact completely untrue. Death does not need to wait, Death is always Now. Death does not need to rush or hurry, it is never late or early. It is there when it is time, and its time is always the same: that heartbeat when there finally is none. There are no bargains nor games — not even chess — there’s no mercy nor sympathy, but no cruelty or sadism either. Death is a professional, one of the very first ones, definitely the last one. You might sense its presence in that very simple thought that may either soothe you or scare you: the realization that you have all the time in the world. Until you don’t.  Death avatars by Fallen Gods Inc. (both male and female available, both include the outfit and scythe) are available in the A Tattered Page’s Library, a part of this current round focusing on Good Omens by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman. Avatar: Skin & Outfit: Fallen Gods Inc.Read the restdeath1bs

Sword Day, Red Day

Red had traveled under many names, most of them either forgotten by now or branded into myths and legends. Having a mythical name meant these days simply that your parents had played Dungeons and Dragons as youngsters, so she preferred Red. Horses had changed to bikes, which in general meant they were much easier to fix than their predecessors had been. Sharp pieces of metal had turned to small blunt pieces of metal of beautiful velocity. The ring of swords had become the drums of guns. In all this time Red had never changed. She was always beautiful, always fiery, always tempting and glamorous. She was glory and fame, power and control, the beauty of fire calling you closer until you burn. She was all the reasons humanity had ever needed for fighting each other. She was War, and tonight she was riding to town. New round of A Tattered Page has just started, this time focusing on Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett. War is of course one of the Four Horsemen Bikers of the Apocalypse.… Read the restwar1bs

The Gull Invasion: Critter Beach Adventure

The gulls appeared out of nowhere. Their chattering was shrieks, their laughter even more so. They invaded the beach and for a moment the critters were worried. Then they began teaching the squirrels how to fly and everyone calmed down. Surely this was normal, after all. They brought puppies with them, for some reason. Or maybe the pups followed the gulls. Regardless, The Bunling Who Knows Letters wiggled into the Diplomacy Shoes of the Big Bunny to greet them. Since the bunny who wore shoes was in charge, greeting newcomers from them was only appropriate.
Addler and Petal were too worried for their solemn duty to guard the pina coladas to leave them, but at the point when the flock of fluffs on two feet approached the dropped ice cream, Addler simply had to flail his short paws in shocked protest: he had been eyeing the ice cream for at least a century now! Claimed by gaze, it was!
The gulls located shade and found perfect perch in fast order. In short, they were making themselves home.Read the restgullinvasion9bs

Mielikki, Mistress of the Woods

Mistress of the woods, Mielikki, Forest-mother, formed in beauty,
Let thy gold flow out abundant, Let thy silver onward wander,
For the hero that is seeking For the wild-moose of thy kingdom;
Bring me here thy keys of silver, From the golden girdle round thee. Fair Mielikki, forest hostess, Spake these words in meditation:
‘Claws I should be pleased to give him, And with teeth endow the wonder,
Would he not abuse the favor.’ “Swore the bear a promise sacred, On his knees before Mielikki,
Hostess of the glen and forest, And before omniscient Ukko,
First and last of all creators,
That he would not harm the worthy, Never do a deed of evil.
Then Mielikki, woodland hostess, Wisest maid of Tapiola,
Sought for teeth and claws to give him.
O Mielikki, forest-hostess, Tapio’s wife, thou fair Tellervo,
Call thy dogs and well enchain them, Set in readiness thy hunters,
Let them wait within their kennels. Filled with kindness was the forest, Glen and woodland full of greetings,
Tapio showing greatest favor.Read the restmielikki1bs

Major Arcana: The Empress

She is the Mother, the Lover, the Goddess. She is wrapped in a wealth of luxuries, in abundance and opulence. She brings with her care and nourishment, the birth of art and creativity, of connections and happiness. She is the Empress and she governs Life. In her footsteps the world blooms, ideas take root and hearts grow stronger. At her touch the nature celebrates in the richness of summer both in spirit and matter. For all things stagnant she brings new hope, new sparkles and sensuality, new reasons to laugh, new reasons to reach out to others. Even better reasons to reach out to ourselves and awaken. Within her lies the mystery of the feminine, from the pleasures of passion to the joy of play. From the nurturing protection to generous sharing of the world. She is the Empress. May we all be so fortunate as to have her influence our lives, may we all dare to step forward to meet her and embrace her teachings.  The whole look was inspired by the makeup by Fallen Gods Inc., which in turn was created for the Create Your Own Tarot event.… Read the restempress1bs

Space Bunny: Guardian of Fluffzoid 8

The thing about the space bunnies of Fluffzoid 8 that isn’t mentioned to the tourists is that their leaders are shapeshifters. One moment a fluffy hoppy thing of bright colours, the next a guardian female of telekinetic powers strong enough to toss trespassers into orbit. They take their job of guarding their smaller kin seriously: the majority of the bunnies are unable to shapeshift and simply enjoy their curious lives on Fluffzoid 8 sniffing, nuzzling and flopping about to enjoy the suns in the turquoise grass. What is widely known, however, is that not one single bunny has been taken off-planet in the known galactic history. There are continuous attempts of course, ranging from official zoo and research expeditions to downright pet poaching. They all fail. Therefore the only way to pet a space bunny is to travel to Fluffzoid 8, follow the safety regulations, bring treats and behave yourself. You never know who is hiding underneath that teal fluff and wiggly nose.Read the restfluffzoid1bs

Saving Siluri: Quirk & Co. Adventure

“This is it,” Al-Epzi whispered, although the blindfold kept the Messtic from actually seeing anything. Perhaps he felt his surroundings from the yarn. “Ye sure?” Duncan MacTavish asked, more out of reflex than doubt. He was already busy figuring out how to cut the damn thing down. “Yes, this is the Amulet of Shiny Things. It is needed to liberate Siluri from the confines of the Dread Fish Tank.” The Messtic kneaded the ball of yarn in his paws, forming cryptic patterns with the yarn. “You’d think that she’d be more careful after that business with the damn tuna net,” Symeon muttered, keeping his one good eye on the surroundings. If the Fiji Purrmaid had heard her companions, she would have surely commented on how it is not her fault that her beauty is irresistible and captivating to the degree that she finds herself as the captive more often than not. As it was, she was fluttering with the white fish of extravagant fan tails of feminine wiles in the bejewelled tank behind the Oracle Rise.Read the restquirkyadventure1bs

Slithering in the White Nights

Sun is returning from its long sleep. These are the nights to be careful when it barely sets, lingering stubbornly around, threatening the night-dwellers with its radiance without a moment of rest. We become bound indoors: draw heaviest of curtains, head to the basements, perhaps even journey to south where they still have proper nights even in the summer. Unless one happens to be either extremely adventurous or inexcusably lazy, or a bit of both. Then you can rely on learning where and when the burning rays draw their blazing patterns and which parts of the terrace are safe for a few hours. The white nights are warm, the light merely a soft haze instead of invading rays. The sensation — or perhaps the promise of danger in the silent air — makes even borrowed blood run faster in the cold veins, makes long cold limbs stretch and slither and bask in the shadow of the sun once more. Just for the summer. The body suit is a part of an outfit by SAKIDE and the snake jewelry and shoes are by House of Rain, both available in World Goth Fair.… Read the restslithering2bs

The Sound of Bones

The sound of the bones is soothing. They clatter gently in the evening breeze, each touch a hollow sound, echoing into the night. 
They know things, the bones. The older they are, the more they know. Secrets long forgotten, secrets taken to the grave, secrets buried deeper than the graves ever were. If you listen well, if you can hear with more than your ears, you can catch their whispers, the faded words, the forgotten languages. If you listen to the silences between the hollow sounds you will understand. Understand and be able to ask questions. Ask, answer and to have whole quiet conversations within the dead echos of the worlds; ours and all the others. You can find the outfit by Livid, bow tie and nail ornaments by Bliensen + MaiTai, poses by [Black Tulip], eyes by Pin Me Down and the furniture by 22769 ~ [bauwerk], *NeverWish* and Chaos Panic & Disorder all from World Goth Fair. Scene: 22769 ~ [bauwerk] Balloon Chair Black, Candlehouse, Gothic End Table, Petroleum Lamp, Cognac Bottle & Glass* | *NeverWish* Coffin Chair & Bone Chimes* | Chaos, Panic, & Disorder – Plushie Bat (Black&Red)* Body: Skin: Pink Fuel – Doll V2 Vamp | Hair: +Spellbound+ Velvet Jet Black | Eyes: Pin Me Down – Mori Greyscale 4* | Eyeshadow: Beautiful Freak – Jackal Red* | Hands: Slink Outfit: Livid – Batcave Dress Fangtasia Night Out, Gothic Fetish Platform Boots, Bat Ring Black* | Tights: ~Cannibelle~ Gothic Lace Suspender Tights | Nail Ornaments: (Read more...)

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Twilight Delights

It’s strange to bid farewell to the cold lights and dark nights. Winter can be many things, but it is always familiar. It always encourages safety and comfort instead of whim and curiosity. It is also blissfully dark, the lights dancing within it more natural decor than a light source. Then suddenly the nights are not dark anymore, there’s nowhere to hide, the light has invaded and won the world. Even the creatures of the night have their share of the soft illumination, brushing against the pale skins and dark strands of hair. Cloaks and coats are removed, flower-scented air inhaled, warmth of the night experienced as the miracle that it is. There’s no greater magic than the one that returns life to us every spring. No greater magic than the one that turns the dark starlit nights into warm haze of twilight delights and brings forth the sun that never sleeps, the Magic of Summer. World Goth Fair has just opened. This year the event takes place only in Cursed (the event area up in the air). … Read the restdarkqueen1bs

The Critter Adventures in the Fairelands

They arrived on boats, rowing or sailing with determination. They swam through dangerous oceans, tirelessly snorkeling forward. They floated down peaceful rivers, sightseeing while traveling. The cleverest ones even used improvised parachutes. They came to see faraway relatives, to exchange news and catch up. They came to meet new friends, to admire art. They came to pay respect to the Great Heroes of Legends. Or to shop for items not available anywhere else in the realms. Or to enjoy delicacies out of our world. They came to play and adventure. To have a moment of silent soothing peace with good companions. Perhaps to even fall in love a bit. Most definitely to snuggle in romantic scenery. And eventually, at the end of the day, they came to enjoy the music, to sit down, have a cup of coffee and watch the view. They came to watch the Fairelands, to live in them for the brief time they are connected to our world. As everyone should. The critters visited the Fairelands this year.… Read the restCritter Adventures - Pandas in Vallacia 2

Time for Dances and Delights

The day felt too long. The sun was bright in my eyes, the hours toward evening seemed to drag on for an eternity. As the evening breeze brought solace to the heat, the first of the fairies emerged. Their dance, the peacefully floating sparkles eased the anxiety of waiting. The lanterns were slowly lit, the scent of evening roses filled the air, the night began its approach in a slow, gentle embrace of shadows. It is time. Time for masks and mysteries, dances and delights. Time to forget the strength of sun and embrace the solace of night. It is time for the Masquerade Ball. The first ever May Day Masked Ball takes place this evening in Fantasy Faire. The Ball is 5-7pm SLT in Poseidon’s Abyss. It is hosted by DJ Gabrielle Riel of Radio Riel and during the Ball there will also be an announcement of the King, Queen and Chancellor of Fantasy Faire. Both The White Armory and Bliensen + MaiTai can be found in the Spires of Andolys, Illusions has its Faire-store in Ichi-go Ichi-e.… Read the restmaskedballsunny1bs

Dream and Play

We play. There is no night and day down in the depths, there’s just awake and asleep, dream and play.  Sometimes we leap higher with our friends and companions, leap higher and witness the strange lands of the two-tailed people with their clumsy movements and strange sounds.  Sometimes when the awake time up above gets really warm and the surface waters caress every motion like a lover, we approach the land to marvel at the beauty such clumsy creatures manage to conjure. Such halls, such statues! My favourite spot is one of the stone-shaped hippocampi, a friendly creature whose spirit is slumbering in silence. I can feel him through the stone, basking in the sun. Perhaps one day he’ll awaken, rise up and leap back into the waters to play with us. Perhaps one day the clumsy two-tailed creatures will do the same. Perhaps one day they’ll learn to breathe properly and join us. Perhaps one day we’ll play. Until then we will just visit: their lands, their halls, their statues and their dreams.Read the restoceanica2bs

The Goblin Queen

“More loots. That’s what it’s all about, you know, being a Queen. You get to choose first from everything’s that’s raided, stolen, scavenged and generally looted and pillaged all over.” “See my helmet? From the leader of some fancy wing zooming folks …somewhere. If not a leader, at least an officer. At least it looks like it, yah? Freaking fanciest thing I’ve ever worn, had to have at least ten sticky-handed gobs kicked in the trenches for trying to claim it first, the ingrates.” “The sword? From some barbarian fellow. Made a lot of noise, was practically naked, completely not poison-dart-proofed. ‘s heavy like seven hells, but it looks impressive!” “The important thing is to make sure you have fancy boots, tallest helm and a lot of magic on your side. ‘s what they respect: big helmets and shiny footwear. ‘n some blood magic goes a loooong way.” This post is befittingly about the Fantasy Faire Blogger Challenge: My New Shiny.… Read the restgoblinqueen3bs

The Surfaces of Light

Sometimes the sea is lit from above. The light slides lower within the waves like it had a will of its own, like it was stretching or reaching. Like it is calling.
There’s sparkles there, dancing patterns, delightful in their motions, alluringly restless and alive. The calm steady embrace of the sea feels too quiet, the soft glow of the plants too subtle, even the rougher currents of the storms too steady. Sometimes when the light reaches down, I reach back. I glide higher, feeling it envelope me, taking my hand, pulling me higher. I can hear its whispers and all the warnings of my elders fade away. Up there — up here — everything is light! The colours, the strange water around me called air; so delicate, thin and light to move through. The colours overwhelm me, the dancing bright things floating higher… always higher. Just like I did, reaching for the surface despite warnings. I wonder, if I reached even higher, would my gliding reach another surface, break another barrier, bring me to yet another lighter place?Read the restwatersprite1bs

The Dance of the Frost Daughters

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