mythopoeics

[ The morning before had gone on as normal. Wake up, stretch, laze around, breakfast. See fairy, taunt fairy through glass. This morning was not as such. He woke up to his fairy missing, the glass and all he'd placed on top to keep it trapped spread across the counter. Well, shit.

Only when he'd left the apartment for work did he find it, once it'd pushed him down half a flight of stairs. He'd miraculously survived without snapping his neck in half, but god, it'd fucking hurt. He was going to be bruised for some time.

Fucking fairies. ]

Word of caution: don't trap your fairy unless you want it to shove you down the stairs.

Fairy business aside...I found this hilarious youtube video. Why did no one tell me about these literal video version things? These are the best.

I think the best and most relevant part to my whole life is "What the effing crap, that angel guy just felt me up." Hahahaha. I'm sorry. I have to go die now. Die from laughing. I can't stop and the younger ones are staring at me funny.

For once, it's a good thing I read this damn thing before jumping to conclusions. Good to know I'm not the only with some stupid thing buzzing around my head. He's been alright, mostly. Moving papers and hiding the remote, but nothing too bad. Leaves Hnf alone, and hasn't woken me up when I'm trying to sleep, so guess I just have to hope it's gone soon.

What do these things eat, anyway? Or do they eat?

I will never understand how tea can be so expensive here. It pains me sometimes. I suppose having money means I shouldn't complain too much, but...

If that fairy throws more of it on the floor, we're going to have issues...I am going to have to find a place to lock it where he can't get to it. At least he's not interrupting my work...during the day.

Is this normal?

You'd think, after everything we've dealt with of late, that a small, winged, flying creature wouldn't be something problematic, but I believe I've gotten an idea of how things work around here. That being said, my 'friend' is making himself difficult to ignore.

I've tried everything -- setting out puzzles in an effort to distract him, following the guidelines regarding fairies in books, and even pretending the little wretch doesn't exist -- but all for naught. He's a persistent little thing, and seems fond of distracting me at the most inconvenient of times. It's getting tougher to act as though he's not bothering me, especially in public places.

Does anyone have any suggestions? I'm sick of this pint-sized menace dumping ashes onto my morning omelet in an effort to get my attention.

[ This fairy shit was seriously getting on his nerves. The first day had been so far from tolerable after he nearly squashed the thing with his hand, which only served to piss it off. It'd disappeared for hours, and for a time, Agravaine had figured he'd scared the little buzzing fucker off. Pheme's was still around, but it didn't pay much mind to him.

On the drive to the grocery store, he'd found it-- in his car. It'd probably followed him in, but he hadn't thought to fairy-proof his car before leaving. It was a bright red this time, and before he could stop it, the little pest flew at the pedals, propelling him forward while traffic on his end was stopped. The oncoming taxi slammed into his side of the car, shoving him across the road and into the nearest utility pole.

Fuck. ]

[ txt to pheme ]
in hosp, fuck fairies
kill yours asap

[ mass txt to family ]
kill the fairy fuck

My fairy's real lovely. She helps me find things I lose. This morning I almost couldn't find my keys, and then there she was, my little life saver. I might notta been able to leave the house otherwise.

I know this isn't supposed to be happening, but it's not so bad, you know? I can do this.

I've become a father! It took me awhile to tell people, because I wanted to make sure if it was a boy or girl. After a very long stare, I've decided it's a he. His name is Bob. And he's a chip off the old block. Last night, he painted a masterpiece on my wall. It's abstract. Very creative use of white space. I'm so proud of him.

I invite everyone to come over to see his work.

Has anyone tried to see what happens if you trap it?

So my bro Ra and I came up with an amazing plan. And gave our fairies booze. It is awesome, they're all sorts of funny flying now.

I just wanted to say, everyone remembers Peter Pan, right? The book, I mean. Tinkerbell could get really nasty. She could also be really nice. Right now I have a fairy that looks a lot like Tinkerbell, disregarding color. She hasn't done anything too bad yet except obliterating some of my hard-earned physics notes, and I hope to keep it that way. By trying to be nice. Who knows if it'll work, but I'd rather not have an angry Tinkerbell on my hands.

I'm so thrilled to be back dealing with this mess. I'm not in the city just yet but it appears I have a companion. He's been...interesting.

[Filter: Trojan Family]

Obviously, I'm back. I'll be home by evening.

[Filter: Hector]

You filtered to me a little while back. I see it now and am sorry I didn't reply. Did something happen?

And I hope your Thanksgiving was good, brother.

[They had been staring at each other for six minutes now, not blinking. The little fairy was just beating it's wings, staring at the giant and probably studying him. Sure Raphael figured that he was going a little crazy, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to appreciate his crazy while it was around. The fairy seemed just as content to study as he was though. Every time he had tried to talk to it, he couldn't understand a thing it said, so after a while he gave up. It sort of seemed like she understood though. Was it a she? He didn't know how to ask without coming across like an ass.

Finally he blinked, which seemed to make the fairy pleased. Like she had won or something. He kind of smiled back and then went into the kitchen to grab some food and offer it to the little fairy. Just as he turned around to find her, he realized that she wasn't there. A second later he felt a sharp stabbing pain in his earlobe.

The fairy had bitten him. On the ear. This was so weird. He went to his keyboard and typed.]

Is anyone else's fairy teething? They like to play staring games too. Oh and does anyone know how to tell a boy fairy from a girl fairy or do they not have genders? I don't want to insult anyone.

Hello, strange community! I am...well, I think I might be Peter Pan.

Minus the flying, but I'm still working on that. Apparently pixie dust is a lot harder to come by than it is in the movies, even when you've got one following you around and all. Who knew?

OK, this fairy business is pretty awesome. Some of you need to just treat yours right. Jeez, it's like you aren't used to the unexpected by now! I mean, I guess I they can be a little pesky but it's not so foreign. Unless you're super new here, in which case you are totally boned and you better watch yourselves from now on. Things get super cray cray around here.

ANUBIS. Let me meet yours!

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[ Thor had never woken with anything sitting on his nose, let alone a fairy. But this one perched on his nose as if nothing was amiss, and only when he woke did he realize something tickled him. Tickled him a lot. Something was giggling, and then he opened his eyes to-- Oh, jesus fuck.

Seriously?]

What the FUCK is going on?

I woke up to the smell of coffee. Now, I live alone and I've given only my parents the spare keys so I admit to feeling very startled. But when I discovered who had done it, my worries fled! There is a little creature in my home, now buzzing about and being very sweet. This is the first time I've felt properly like myself in ages! Am I alone in this?

Well, I probably am seeing those posts before mine. Ah. Anyway. We're going out for coffee and cake now. ♥ I can't waste a moment of this strange luck! If you want to join me, I'll be at [coffee shop here].

Ta for now!

[The camera is accidentally switched on, when it comes into focus there is an angry red fairy buzzing about, while Helen tries to swat it away with a mosquito-swatting thing. She is not pleased, if anything, she's anything but that. The fairy manages to grab a lock of hair and tug on it hard.

There is that awkward sound of hair being cut, and Helen gives out a squeak before she falls over. This battle is not over, because she manages to swat the red thing before it pulls out another, more significant, lock of hair giving Helen a new unwanted haircut.]

Someone do something!

[Selene had been resting (Not sleeping, of course. It was night. Night was no time for sleeping). She'd just stretched out on her bed when something orange captured her attention...and her hair. Making a small, surprised noise, Selene sat up, eyes watching as the fairy picked up a pen and started to draw on the walls.

"Oh dear."

She'd have to ask Benny to clean that up. He was much better at scrubbing than she was. It would be a good job for him. She'd make it up to him, of course. Quietly, she moved to grab her laptop. She could protect it better if it was closer.]

There is a strange creature in my room. It is orange and drawing on the walls with a pen. I hope it doesn't draw too much. It would be very difficult to clean then. It pulled my hair.

[It came out of no where, zipping past his hands while he had been writing. He'd jumped up with a curse and looked for what he had presumed was some bug that didn't know it was too chilly to be playing like it was still a summer night. And then he saw it, something curiously orange (it was the night) and one of his highlighters. Before he could even get out the words 'don't you dare', it made a mad dash and streaked his papers with the bright yellow. It moved so quickly that he resorted to picking up a book and waving it without real hope or aim. When he heard the satisfying 'thwap' against the book and saw the body sail across the table, he felt the tension leave him.

Until he saw it get up and turn red.]

I'm officially a crazy person to say this but I've got a fairy in here. And it's really, really mad. And I'm not going to lie, I'm in my locked bedroom now and I think it's trying to break in. Or just wreck the place. It already tried to stab me with one of my pens.

Someone tell me I'm not actually awake. No, if this is a dream that my dream might have someone tell me I'm not awake. Or that I am. I don't trust my brain. I don't trust this place. I don't

I don't have a fucking clue what to do.