𝑨𝒊𝒍𝒔𝒂
@faeotheisles.bsky.social
𝑀𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐹𝑎𝑒-𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑘-
Scottish Fae
MVRP
FantasyRP
My Wolf - @cycleofthewerewolf.bsky.social
25+ GMT
#AtomicBomb
Scottish Fae
MVRP
FantasyRP
My Wolf - @cycleofthewerewolf.bsky.social
25+ GMT
#AtomicBomb
Pinned
𝑨𝒊𝒍𝒔𝒂
@faeotheisles.bsky.social
· May 14
"𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡,
𝑊𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡."
Scottish Fae with a liking for blood
🐺 Fantasy OC
🐺 MVRP
🐺25+
🐺 Banter, SL's, etc
📻 25+ mun, she/her, GMT
𝑊𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡."
Scottish Fae with a liking for blood
🐺 Fantasy OC
🐺 MVRP
🐺25+
🐺 Banter, SL's, etc
📻 25+ mun, she/her, GMT
And the baby mama 🖤🖤
November 26, 2025 at 9:46 PM
And the baby mama 🖤🖤
I’m not saying that the third child is always a wildling, but….
I call him Nibbler
I call him Nibbler
November 26, 2025 at 9:09 PM
I’m not saying that the third child is always a wildling, but….
I call him Nibbler
I call him Nibbler
“Eh, there isnae any.”
“But a clever necromancer like yerself shouldnae fin that a problem, should ye?”
“But a clever necromancer like yerself shouldnae fin that a problem, should ye?”
"Kay Kay! Where's the uuuuhhhh.
Where's the remains."
Where's the remains."
“Aye, oan ye go.”
She needs a good laugh, really.
She needs a good laugh, really.
November 26, 2025 at 8:33 PM
“Eh, there isnae any.”
“But a clever necromancer like yerself shouldnae fin that a problem, should ye?”
“But a clever necromancer like yerself shouldnae fin that a problem, should ye?”
“Aye, oan ye go.”
She needs a good laugh, really.
She needs a good laugh, really.
"Shame sis, want me to try and reanimate?"
He knows shit about necromancy.
He knows shit about necromancy.
“Mine’s deid.”
A shrug. Like it doesn’t mean anything.
“No like undeid, just pure deid.”
A shrug. Like it doesn’t mean anything.
“No like undeid, just pure deid.”
November 26, 2025 at 8:28 PM
“Aye, oan ye go.”
She needs a good laugh, really.
She needs a good laugh, really.
“Mine’s deid.”
A shrug. Like it doesn’t mean anything.
“No like undeid, just pure deid.”
A shrug. Like it doesn’t mean anything.
“No like undeid, just pure deid.”
"Depends. What is your fella's name.
Mine is Gregory."
Mine is Gregory."
“Hopefully we’re no thinking about the same fella. Or there might be a fight that I’m destined to win.”
November 26, 2025 at 8:18 PM
“Mine’s deid.”
A shrug. Like it doesn’t mean anything.
“No like undeid, just pure deid.”
A shrug. Like it doesn’t mean anything.
“No like undeid, just pure deid.”
Something something, ghost bustin’
November 26, 2025 at 8:10 PM
Something something, ghost bustin’
“Hopefully we’re no thinking about the same fella. Or there might be a fight that I’m destined to win.”
Same queen ✊😔
Thinking about
S****** on his ****
S****** on his ****
November 26, 2025 at 8:07 PM
“Hopefully we’re no thinking about the same fella. Or there might be a fight that I’m destined to win.”
Thinking about
S****** on his ****
S****** on his ****
November 26, 2025 at 7:53 PM
Thinking about
S****** on his ****
S****** on his ****
Her ghost was long gone. Lucas had moved on. Or maybe Ailsa had finally let him go now she had another kill under her belt.
Someone else to feel guilt and loss over.
And yet she was warm and cosy in the cave that had been made for her. -
Someone else to feel guilt and loss over.
And yet she was warm and cosy in the cave that had been made for her. -
When @faeotheisles.bsky.social wakes, there is a warmth beside her. Like fur. Like a second heart beat. A presence watching over her, looming large and curled around her.
As her mind cleared, it began to fade...
But it never fully left.
Watching over her. Nothing like her ghost, her haunting.
As her mind cleared, it began to fade...
But it never fully left.
Watching over her. Nothing like her ghost, her haunting.
November 24, 2025 at 4:50 PM
Her ghost was long gone. Lucas had moved on. Or maybe Ailsa had finally let him go now she had another kill under her belt.
Someone else to feel guilt and loss over.
And yet she was warm and cosy in the cave that had been made for her. -
Someone else to feel guilt and loss over.
And yet she was warm and cosy in the cave that had been made for her. -
Hregnant
November 24, 2025 at 1:34 PM
Hregnant
“They’re nice and plump and jiggly.”
Agreed
"Boobs."
November 23, 2025 at 9:46 PM
“They’re nice and plump and jiggly.”
That’s alright, she’s shod a horse or two in her time. She catches the hoof and gives it a nice pat.
“There. Now you’re pregnant with a fairy-foal.”
“There. Now you’re pregnant with a fairy-foal.”
A blank stare.
He lifts a hoof and tries to offer it to her but he lacks the general upwards flexibility and mobility.
He's a mundane, normal tax-horse after all.
He lifts a hoof and tries to offer it to her but he lacks the general upwards flexibility and mobility.
He's a mundane, normal tax-horse after all.
That can happen if you h*ld h*ands with a Fae
or h*old h**ves
Whatever
or h*old h**ves
Whatever
November 23, 2025 at 9:45 PM
That’s alright, she’s shod a horse or two in her time. She catches the hoof and gives it a nice pat.
“There. Now you’re pregnant with a fairy-foal.”
“There. Now you’re pregnant with a fairy-foal.”
He can see hers if he pays her a ghostly visit
Distant barking...
"Boobs."
November 23, 2025 at 9:43 PM
He can see hers if he pays her a ghostly visit
That can happen if you h*ld h*ands with a Fae
or h*old h**ves
Whatever
or h*old h**ves
Whatever
They did however give me cute wings one time, and so I trust and admire.
November 23, 2025 at 9:12 PM
That can happen if you h*ld h*ands with a Fae
or h*old h**ves
Whatever
or h*old h**ves
Whatever
Reposted by 𝑨𝒊𝒍𝒔𝒂
Soft footfalls tracing the leaves around their cabin.
The sound of a figure pushing trough the brush.
A voice like a man, gruff, feigning disinterest. They feeling of eyes, unable to look away. Drawn to her hair, the way she moves.
Something about him lingers still.
Just behind the veil.
The sound of a figure pushing trough the brush.
A voice like a man, gruff, feigning disinterest. They feeling of eyes, unable to look away. Drawn to her hair, the way she moves.
Something about him lingers still.
Just behind the veil.
November 23, 2025 at 3:24 AM
Soft footfalls tracing the leaves around their cabin.
The sound of a figure pushing trough the brush.
A voice like a man, gruff, feigning disinterest. They feeling of eyes, unable to look away. Drawn to her hair, the way she moves.
Something about him lingers still.
Just behind the veil.
The sound of a figure pushing trough the brush.
A voice like a man, gruff, feigning disinterest. They feeling of eyes, unable to look away. Drawn to her hair, the way she moves.
Something about him lingers still.
Just behind the veil.
"Do I look like a rat?"
"Sometimes I'm a wolf."
"Sometimes I'm a wolf."
"I followed a rat, down the sewers and into the ocean.
Are you that rat? Are you a magical rat?"
Are you that rat? Are you a magical rat?"
"Mibbe someone was on mushrooms, or LSD?"
"Did you follow a white rabbit? Or a little brown one?"
"Did you follow a white rabbit? Or a little brown one?"
November 22, 2025 at 6:39 PM
"Do I look like a rat?"
"Sometimes I'm a wolf."
"Sometimes I'm a wolf."
"Mibbe someone was on mushrooms, or LSD?"
"Did you follow a white rabbit? Or a little brown one?"
"Did you follow a white rabbit? Or a little brown one?"
"Did I bite some crackhead? The colors here don't make sense-
Do. Do you take BitCoin."
Do. Do you take BitCoin."
"A magical, mystical land of pure imagination."
"Did you bring coin?"
"Did you bring coin?"
November 22, 2025 at 4:47 PM
"Mibbe someone was on mushrooms, or LSD?"
"Did you follow a white rabbit? Or a little brown one?"
"Did you follow a white rabbit? Or a little brown one?"
"A magical, mystical land of pure imagination."
"Did you bring coin?"
"Did you bring coin?"
Where the fuck did I end up this time?
Welcome to wonderland
November 22, 2025 at 4:31 PM
"A magical, mystical land of pure imagination."
"Did you bring coin?"
"Did you bring coin?"
Welcome to wonderland
November 22, 2025 at 1:53 PM
Welcome to wonderland
Like a cat with a food bowl only half full, she’s pacing and whining.
Tail flicking.
Irritated.
Tail flicking.
Irritated.
November 20, 2025 at 7:00 PM
Like a cat with a food bowl only half full, she’s pacing and whining.
Tail flicking.
Irritated.
Tail flicking.
Irritated.
Whine
Whimper
Snuffle
Whimper
Snuffle
November 15, 2025 at 7:29 PM
Whine
Whimper
Snuffle
Whimper
Snuffle
Yeah and whose fault was that, you absolute light socket
November 14, 2025 at 8:51 PM
Yeah and whose fault was that, you absolute light socket
