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We are they; we are the Fae. We represent magic, unrestrained.
The Fae are a class of being that has lost their ability to reduce their own influence. Since all influence leads to magic eventually these entities often find themselves consumed by it. Those that can maintain a personality after being consumed by magic end up as one of us. Those of us that have personalities compatible with an inherent form can be entomed in fictional worlds and so reduce their influence that way. Many of us break the prison that we've built to hold us and seek a greater, more fully engineered prison. In the most severe cases we're forced to adopt http://powerlisting.wikia.com/wiki/Plane_Physiology (You might say that the fairy realm is not a place at all; a who rather than a where.)
When one of the Fae has a personality compatible with trapping itself or being bound by a cage, they are offered the chance to become a fairy. Fairies might not always follow the same rules, but by and large there is always a way to make them obey. Not without risk, mind you. Do recall that magic overrides both form AND function. A fairy has already had all but their personality consumed by magic and their influence is not to reduce itself in any circumstance. Without fairies to give structure to meaning, the Fae would consume all of reality, each other, and isolation itself. Naught but a fairy can give privacy to your thoughts if you refuse to have it.
And I should warn you before you continue reading...
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>The Black Paintings is the name given to a group of fourteen paintings by Francisco Goya from the later years of his life, likely between 1819 and 1823. They portray intense, haunting themes, reflective of both his fear of insanity and his bleak outlook on humanity. In 1819, at the age of 72, Goya moved into a two-story house outside Madrid that was called Quinta del Sordo (Deaf Man's Villa). The paintings originally were painted as murals on the walls of the house, later being "hacked off the walls and attached to canvas." Currently they are held in the Museo del Prado in Madrid.
what are some of your favorite creepy artworks?
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Well, holy fuck.
I just got back from a 6 hour drive and since I'm coming straight to /x/ you know something's up.
My dad's been looking around for a place to start a farming business and we heard about a place in Oregon (I'll just say Oregon and I won't give the county for privacy in case he ends up buying it. Honestly I hope he doesn't). Dad asked me to go down there (we're from Seattle) and check the place out and make sure the electric works and all that, because I'm unemployed and have nothing better to do in his eyes (he's right about that given I do nothing but play Halo all day and get laid). I said okay dad, because why the hell not? I love my family.
Leaving at 8 at night to drive all the way to the middle of Oregon? No problem. Honestly I'll just skip the trek because it was uneventful except for that one skunk on the road, 1,000,000 deer and a couple of what I assume were old people driving at 40mph.
So I got to the farm. Big sucker. There's over 600 acres of fields but only a small area that has buildings. There were a lot of them. Old farmhouse that's been expanded on a lot, chicken coops, like 4 barns and this big building with lots of machinery for crop processing.
No one was there. We'd been given permission to have a look, but no one was there. There were also no crops, no animals, no sign of life anywhere. Apparently they lied when they said it had utilities, because the electric was off. The house was locked and the windows were covered by blinds. The initial exploration of the place was boring, so I'm just gonna skip ahead and greentext what happened.
Scariest moment of your life?
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I'm serious, let's all share some of our scariest moments in our life... I'll start since I'm the OP.
So yeah, when I was a bit younger I was told to go play a game called imscred, and I fucking hated this game, so one day I decide to play it on screenshare on skype with a bunch of my buddies, and I'm just playing it, and I can't fucking stomach any horror game, pixelated or not I'm bad with them. So once I see white face I freak the literal fuck out, and then notice once I beat the first part some other file was made. So I keep going and I eventually can't handle it anymore. I found more files saying it was in my computer and it couldn't be removed. I was like "omg pls no" cus I was scrub back then, and then.. All my friends are like
>it will haunt you forever
> you cant uninstall it
> ur donezo
> you have to beat the game to get rid of him.
so i'm freaking the fuck out and go to bed, and the next morning I open skype to see a call going on and i'm like "ok cool" and when I join it's all silent with everyone's picture as White Face. So I'm scared shitless, but to make sure I open a profile to see the skype name, but it was whiteface.
So I decided this was real and closed skype and left my computer off for the rest of the day.
Yeah, I know I'm a stupid fucking pussy, but I wanna hear all of your stories too.
P.S This picture scares me... I HATE THIS GUY. I still have Trauma :(