sassy-fire-spirit sent:

-pokes cavity-

Cavity: Oi! Get you’re grubby hands off me you ditz! -huffs-

sassy-fire-spirit sent:

Thanks for the follow back dear! *smiles*

Fiacail:  No problem dear!

Cavity: Just dont get in my way…

I was raped by four men in one evening. I got drunk and tried to say no. What did my predators do? They told me to drink more. They shoved a bottle in my face and told me to keep drinking. Drink till I was drunk enough to fuck them. I blacked out. They urinated on me. They assaulted me. They shoved foreign objects in my body, anally and vaginally. They took videos. I was just 16 years old. The video was sent around my entire school, and I was bullied every single day of my senior year of high school. I lost all of my friends. I was physically and verbally abused by peers and people I once called friends. Someone tried to set me on fire in the hallway during passing period. Nobody sympathized with me. Nobody cared about the fact that because of these events, I was trying to kill myself every single day. I was cutting myself, making myself puke, showering upwards of fifteen times a day because I felt filthy. I was scratching and peeling the skin off of my body because I was dirty. I looked at myself like I deserved what I got. The world saw me as dirty, so I began to see myself that way, too. My rapists were praised by my peers for their deed. I never had a voice. When I first learned about the Steubenville incident going to trial, I was overjoyed. Because Jane Doe’s story was my story, and if anyone deserved justice, it was her. She would get the justice I never got. She would change the tide of the rape culture movement. Despite the horrific events that occurred, I knew that the justice served would help ease her pain. But she didn’t get justice, and now she has to witness this news coverage, favoring and sympathizing with her attackers. Pain is not an accurate word to describe what she is feeling right now. Pain is the simplest term you could use. As a rape victim and an aspiring journalist, I am disgusted with the way this case was reported on. Jane Doe’s rapists deserve their suffering in prison. They deserve more. They do not deserve to be sympathized with. They made their stupid decision, and they deserve whatever consequences come their way. If you don’t want to be labeled as a rapist, don’t fucking rape.
—Anonymous comment left on the CNN petition demanding they apologize for sympathizing with the Steubenville rapists (via theworldmaybebroken)

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ask-the-nightmare-fairy-deactiv sent:

//thank you for the follow back//

Fiacail:  No problem dear!

Cavity:   Just dont get in my way….

Winners of Crow’s Art Giveaway



  • Little-wishingstar


  • ask-fiacail
  • trinityjayneengland


  • therainspirit
  • anotsofrozenlake
  • lullabyofold

Congrats to the winners! I’ll be contacting you soon to determine what you would like. Make sure to leave your ask/submit boxes open!


Hi! I’m Fiacail!: Open Role play





Fi hovered in front of her, the air around them filled with positive energy no doubt caused by the dream spirit. She grinned “So did you have anything planned for today?”

Sandy shook her hear, “no.” All of the dreams were taken care of. And she hadn’t had any plans for the day. Except for maybe sleeping, but that could always wait.

Fi grinned, circling around her “Want to come flying with me then? Take in the sights?”

Sandy grinned widely and nodded. She floated slightly into the air, preparing to take off.

She smiles brightly, revving her wings up a bit before darting up into the sky, glad to be in the presence of the great spirit.




Pitch clucked his tongue. “Precious thing…you’re only wearing yourself out by doing that.” He held up a small cage, a tiny version of the ones hanging up all over his lair, and held it to the mouth of the nightmare. He spat the fairy into it and Pitch closed the hatch, trapping her inside. “What a precious little pet,” he sneered.

She glared at the slender spirit, ruffling her feathers at the sight of the tiny cage “You wont get away with this Pitch, when Toothiana find out she and the others will be here so fast-” she was cut off as the Nightmare spat her into the tiny bird cage, sending her tumbling to the cage floor. She huffed, getting up as she dusted the Nightmare dust from her feathers “They’ll be here, you’ll see, and you’ll be shaking in your robes just as before!” she shook her fist, her head feathers spiked sharply.

Pitch laughed. “Come now. You have millions of siblings. Do you really think that even the great Toothiana would notice that one of you is missing? Face it, fairy…you’re so…replaceable.”

"Every one of us is precious to her, no fairy gets left behind! You wouldn’t know about That though would you, you dont care about anyone but yourself, nor have anyone to care about you!" the fairy shook her head, ramming her shoulder against the cage before stumbling back with an agitated huff, rubbing the sore limb slightly before trying again.

leilanismiles sent:

Marigold blinked at the little fairy in front of her and smiled, "Hi. How are you?"

Oh! Hello dear, very well, and you?