Halloween Fae [2025]
Stitchblight
Made of forgotten toys and stitched-up grief, Stitchblight is the keeper of broken things. His hands are soft, his eyes ancient, and the doll he carries may or may not hold the soul of a lost prince. Speak gently to him, he unravels easily, but loves deeply.
Mirthless Mallow
Some say he was born in a candy factory explosion. Others say he’s a cursed sweet-tooth given jester form. All agree, Mirthless Mallow throws the wildest Halloween feasts. Just don’t eat the lollipops. Or trust the balloons. Or try to leave before midnight
Thistledrift
When the veil thins and the winds turn sharp, Thistledrift walks the forgotten paths of the forest. His antlers are a crown of thorns and twilight, and in his silence, you’ll hear every leaf remembering its fall. He guards the in-between, where longing lingers like mist.
Gossamer Nell
They say Gossamer Nell is spun from candlelight and half-remembered lullabies. With wings like silver sighs and eyes that echo full moons, she dances through dreams, snipping nightmares at the root. Her laughter leaves frost on windowpanes, and sometimes love notes.
Cobblegrin
Born in a pumpkin patch during a thunderstorm and stitched together by a drunken scarecrow, Cobblegrin is the goblin of giggling doom. Trickster, tinkerer, toffee hoarder, he delights in chaos and always leaves behind one perfectly carved smile… where you least expect it.
Lady Ebonflax
An autumn bloom born from funeral soil, Lady Ebonflax whispers riddles into the hollows of gravestones. Cloaked in petals and shadow, she drapes sorrow in silk and bids it dance. Her tears turn to ink. Her lullabies are spells. Her kiss? Fatal and fabulous.
The Lantern Warden
When all other lights have fled, his lantern glows. The Lantern Warden is the last storyteller of the forest, weaving truth into the smoke that rises from his cloak. Moths follow him. Trees remember him. And in his presence, even the wind holds its breath.
Whisperpin
He’s three parts mushroom, two parts bad idea, and one part actual mischief demon. Whisperpin scampers through undergrowth, stealing shadows and tickling toes. Never trust a gift from him. Or a compliment. Or his soup. Just... don’t blink if he giggles.
