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Open starter ~ Fae AU / Fairy Host

Markus found himself in a bad predicament. He was cursed. It wasn’t anything new, since a curse had taken his sight, but now there was a second curse. One he would rather live without.

He was stuck at three feet tall.

It didn’t sound too bad, at first. But like this, he couldn’t get the nectar from flowers, and he had no access to honey. So, surviving was really hard. Not to mention he looked like a young human child.

So he walked through this little town, using glamours to hide his wings and pointed ears. He didn’t know if a green coat would be suspicious or not, so he kept his clothes how they were. He just hoped he would find someone who would help him.

Open starter ~ Fae AU / Fairy Host

Markus found himself in a bad predicament. He was cursed. It wasn’t anything new, since a curse had taken his sight, but now there was a second curse. One he would rather live without.

He was stuck at three feet tall.

It didn’t sound too bad, at first. But like this, he couldn’t get the nectar from flowers, and he had no access to honey. So, surviving was really hard. Not to mention he looked like a young human child.

So he walked through this little town, using glamours to hide his wings and pointed ears. He didn’t know if a green coat would be suspicious or not, so he kept his clothes how they were. He just hoped he would find someone who would help him.

Open starter ~ Fairy au

The little fairy was laying limp somewhere. He was very small, which spoke for his kind -a flower fairy. The smallest kind of fairies, right before bee fairies. He didn’t have the wings of a butterfly though, which was extremely unlike his kind. It was very hard to tell what kind he was just by his wings, seeing how they were a golden gorgeous colour, with intricate swirls.

The problem with this one here though was clearly visible. One of his wings was missing, ripped out from his back. Leaving it torn open and bleeding. It was no wonder the little fairy was laying motionless.

Open starter ~ Angel AU ~ 

It was the middle of winter. Snow laid thick on the ground, lakes and rivers frozen over, and even safe enough to walk on. The forest laid still, most animals hibernating or in the warmer south. Soft puffs of snow floating down from the clouds and to the earth, adding to the soft blanket of white.

Near a lake in the forest, someone was laying in the snow. They were barely able to be seen, with their coat a white colour, and the snow slowly burying them. But their hair was a dark brown colour, with a golden streak. Whoever they were, they seemed to be passed out. And if they weren’t already suffering from hypothermia, then at the very least frostbites.

~ Open starter ~ Fantasy AU ~

Magic flowed freely through the air, pulsing like a heartbeat in every living and every breathing being. It made the water shine and glisten, the grass green and paint shining. It settles deep within one at birth like a seed, to grow over time with love and patience. Blossoming into gorgeous flowers, growing into strong trees, or become small and dry, thorny vines or gnarly trees.

A being may unveil their magic, feel it glow in their fingertips, burn behind their eyes, springing in their step, move like water on the tongue. They may use it for good, to help show how beautiful magic could be. If one chose to break free their magic of dried up branches, they may use it for bad, destroy the image of beauty. They will be outcast, they may have their magic ripped from them from their roots, leaving them gasping for air like a fish out of the water. They will have to learn how to walk on land, or will dry up in the sun and die.

To show one’s magic growth is a normal act of children, an intimate share of lovers, and a harsh judging of one’s entire being. It is one’s soul laid baren, intentions unveiled, future and past mixing to show the growth of one’s internal self.

Many use magic, no matter how small their being, or how powerful their growth. Everyone doing so differently, no one having the same. It is the uniqueness of self, to excel at one thing that no other may be able to do. No matter how small or insignificant it may seem, it is one thing no other can do like one self can.

It is one young man’s growth, that lead to his small fame. Golden freckles of magic dotting his cheeks, eyes always closed, as he uses his magic to create. He creates life, creating friends and companions, in form of plush animals. Creating whatever a person might want to have with them, a soft plush filled with love and magic, their bodies stuffed with the most gorgeous blossoms of roses.

His spells wither away like the roses inside his creations, slow but peaceful, never losing their initial charm. To create life, even in a small form such as he does, is something many people admire, and just as many despise. But all he creates are plush animals, companions and friends, for whoever might seek him out.

Open starter ~ Fairy AU ~ kinda nsfw introduction?

Markus had been owned for a longer time now. Months. Almost half a year. At first having been kept in a jar, for the glow of his wings most likely, but as his health dwindled, so did the glow. That didn’t even safe him, but rather when he was dying, his wings looked wilted like a flower that had been cut over a week ago.

His owner wanted to sell his wings, Markus thought. He wasn’t too sure. But at least he was helped back to health. Now kept in a cage, with just enough room that he could fly around a little. Some sunshine, water and nectar from flowers, and he was as good as new.

But now, that time of the year was approaching. Mating season for fairies. Host’s wings glowed from their own, his face flushed a soft yellow colour, making his golden freckles stand out. He was laying on the ground of his cage, curled up in a tight ball, whining softly. He wasn’t even wearing his coat anymore, nor had the cloth around his golden eyes.

Fantasy AU ~ Open starter ~ Fairy! Host

Fairies, pixies, even gnomes were loved by humans for their size, to keep them as pets. Uncaring that they were living, thinking beings, who wanted to live their own life, outside, where they belonged. And not trapped inside a cage.

The only positive thing was, that no magical creature could be born into captivity. But humans loved capturing their “pets” as young as possible, giving them no way to learn how to live on their own, in the outside world.

Host was a flower fairy. He always had been told as child to stay away from humans as far as possible, and like all children, was never allowed anywhere alone. It hadn’t helped though, as Host still had been captured and started to be sold off as a pet.

Once more he was sitting on a flower inside of something akin to an aquarium. It was recommended for fairies, especially flower fairies, to be kept in one. So they could be placed somewhere a lot of sunshine came in, they could have flowers inside, and a little bit of room to fly. It usually was far too little room though.

Host had beautiful and huge golden wings, his eyes and a streak in his hair matching in color. He was blind, though not completely. He couldn’t see like a human could, but could see magic, the magic in everything living, in anything enchanted. Every bit of magic was visible in his eyes.

He noticed someone entering the store he was kept in, bored enough to watch them move around.

~ Human AU ~ Slave AU ~ Open starter ~

Markus hated this. He always had. A chain around his neck, keeping him from getting away -though he wasn’t going to try anyways. Wrists tied together behind his back. Kneeling on the cold hard ground, with a few others.

A slave, a nothing. It was all he was. Being sold around, from people to people. Yet again and some sort of market, hearing people walk past them. All of the slaves were blindfolded -though Markus was blind anyways.

Neko Host AU ~ Open starter ~

It was cold. It was winter, to be exact, and the temperatures were freezing. It would surely snow soon, breaths foggy clouds in front of the people walking outside. The sky was hung with clouds, a dark grey, ready to snow whenever it may happen.

It was a busy street. A lot of shops, small and big, some restaurants and fast food places. Hundreds of people walking through the street on a regular daily basis. Smaller streets going off of it, some alleys between buildings.

At the beginning of one of those alleys, a little carton box was on the ground. “take me” was written in black marker on it. At first glance, the box seemed empty, which was probably why barely anyone so much but glanced at the box.
Inside, curled up, was a small young neko. Freezing, shivering terribly. Only wearing rags, breaths small tuffs in front of him. He was so so cold, and tried to preserve what little body heat he had with being curled up so tightly.