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georgiapeach30513 · 9 months

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Tastes Like Rain

Summary: the faerie king Andy has waited a lifetime for his fated one. Was growing weary and bored with the thousands of years he's been alive. And he was always waiting for you, his bratty little human. Don't worry, in time you will love him as much as he loves you.

Pairings: Fae!Andy Barber X Reader

Rating: mature

Warnings: explicit language, mentions of burn scars, mentions of tattoos, mentions of punishment, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 4K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

“Jasper!” Andy groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. There was noise everywhere. All day long there was noise, and it was grating on his last nerve he had left. The king was tired, and was in the mood to accept his fate. Alone. Destined to rule the faerie kingdom with nobody by his side.

“Jasper!” Andy growls. He stands up and crosses the room to look out the window. What are those silly little faeries doing in the glen? “Jasper if you don’t…oh.”

Andy’s advisor stands in his doorway. The only faerie brave or stupid enough to glare at the high king. Andy was being a whiny baby, and Jasper was growing tired of it. The vines that are embedded into his skin prickle out. Thorns grow from the blackened vines, and Andy purses his lips. Glaring at his best friend.

“You see what you do to me? You stress me out!” He takes a calming breath, looking down at his arms to see his thorns start to sink back into his skin. He hated when Andy did this to him.

“I’m stressed out! What the fuck is that noise? I…”

“It’s summer solstice,” Andy’s brow cocks up and he looks back down at the glen. Collingswood was in an uproar. “It’s the Summer King and his Nymph’s first summer solstice together. You know after the uhh…”

“Ahh! We don’t mention that wench,” Andy tosses his hand behind him, watching the faeries lark about. Even sees some humans that were taking their chances to party in the glade. Idiots. They’ll be drunk off wine before the real party even starts. They wouldn’t remember a damn thing. It’s the way it was.

“Did she really create a nymph from the creek just to fuck him?” Those two always confused him. She clearly was a glutton for punishment while Ari had some serious size issues.

Jasper’s eyes narrow, turning a deeper green then before, and Andy has to look away, “They’re doing more than fucking. But yeah, they fuck. I’m sure it’s still a tight fit, and just the way Ari likes it. But he has taken that tiny Nymph as his Queen. Now if the high king of faeries doesn’t enjoy the revelry and find his own queen…ow,” Jasper dead pans as Andy throws a pillow at him.

“You know you’re quite childish during the summer solstice. I’m sure Jax will be down there feasting off the humans that wander into the glade.”

“Please, don’t mention his name. My brother gives me a headache,” Andy dramatically falls back on his bed, taking a deep breath. It had been years since he went down to the glade to enjoy the summer wines.

“You did have his wings cut off,” Andy slightly lifts up to look at the little man with a smirk.

“And he had his faults to deserve it,” Andy sits up. People always want to mention how he cut Jax’s wings off. It’s his right as high king to do so. Jax shouldn’t have become obsessed with tattooed humans. “What do you suppose I should do?”

“Get laid, and have fun.”

“What’s the difference?” Jasper could see the mischief in Andy’s eyes. He wasn’t particularly fond of the delicate creatures called humans, but he sure did love to toy with them, and see how far they could bend before they broke.

“Exactly!” Jasper screams walking out the door. “I’m going to have some fun with the rest of Collingswood. You should do the same. I’ve heard Jax is already passed out in the thorns!”

“Do you ever miss it?” Jasper turns to look at his best friend, shaking his head no. “You belonged to his court. Evidence of your birth runs all over your skin,” Jasper shrugs as he runs a hand over his twisting vines, the same ones that darken the path to Jax’s kingdom. “There’s no thorns,” his thorns only appearing when provoked.

“You’re not pissing me off right now,” his mouth turns into a devilish grin looking at his king. “Some things we can fight, and some things will always be a part of us. I can fight the darkness, but I can’t fully remove it. Instead of briars I have roses growing there.”

“Roses also have thorns, Jasper.”

“But they’re still beautiful, even if they draw blood. Now, get your menacing self down to the glen, and have at least one bottle of summer wine with those sweet fae that would die for a chance just to touch you. Imagine the immense pleasure you could get. There’s also humans,” Andy cracks his neck with a scoff. He’ll join in the party, but he will not have a human. They always brought out the worst in him.

“Oh, I forgot, the great King Andrew, High King of all fae in Collingswood wouldn’t be caught dead with a human. Even if she cries as you fuck her face. There’s always humiliation.”

“There’s always destroying them,” Jasper’s laugh sounds like a jingle as he walks out of Andy’s room. They were the only two faeries left at the palace, and he was getting tired of entertaining a king who was becoming far too arrogant. A human would do him some good.

“Can’t you keep up?” You glare up at the group of girls in front of you. A stupid fucking ritual. You didn’t even want to be in this sorority, but you were a legacy, and it was your mother’s last dying wish.

“Come on! We’re almost to the glade,” Charity giggles while she pulls at your hand. “You’ve never seen anything like it. It’s like you walk into another world.”

“Legend has it that it is,” Faith. You hated Faith. Full of herself, and by far the most beautiful out of this group of pledges. She oozed the standard perfection, and it bored you to tears.

Perfectly round doe eyes, that glistened an even brighter blue in the sunlight. Freckles that splayed so perfect around her face you would think she put them there on purpose. Maybe she did. And the most beautiful and perfectly placed auburn hair. You despised her, and also appreciated all the attention that always went to her instead of you.

You didn’t know how she did it. How she always said the right things, and if she wasn’t such a bitch when people weren’t looking, you might have liked her the tiniest bit more. No. You didn’t like her at all. Not one bit.

“Stop!” Hope. The leader of the group. She was a fourth generation legacy pledge, and lived locally. She knew the legends of this stupid fucking glade, and was going to be sure to tell you again. It is a bit odd, a curtain of ivy that strug up between a few trees, mushrooms surrounding every bit of those trees.

“This is the faerie ring,” oh bullshit. These are perfectly manicured woods that people thought had magical powers. “When we step through this veil, it’ll be like you're transported into another realm, because we have been.”

Her eyes twitch over towards you when you snort, “Is something funny?”

“It's a bunch of mushrooms and some ivy. I’m sure the groundskeeper fixes this up for the college to play during summer solstice. It’s not that exciting, Hope.”

“No one comes and keeps this up. This is natural. Do you realize we walked three miles through the woods to get here? It never changes. Although, in the winter you can’t get through the veil because it’s not there. The mushrooms have all withered, so if you get trapped behind the veil, make sure you come out before winter. If you stay in there too long the winter fae will keep you for their own. They’re cold, and yet some of the most fiercely handsome of them all.”

She was an idiot. They all were. She holds up her bottle of homemade wine, and the rest of you join in. Yours was a mixed berry wine because why not? You hopped it was enough to get you sloppy drunk, with you passed out on the leaves or moss or whatever the fuck was beyond this ‘veil’. Children. Believing in fairytales.

“Now, if there’s men in here that you don’t recognize, go with the flow. I’ve heard sex with a faerie is the best thing in the world.”

“Here, here,” you pop the lid to your wine, taking a big gulp, “To fucking faeries, am I right?”

“To fucking faerie!” The rest join in with you. This was the oddest initiation into a sorority. Most of the older girls didn’t want to join in. Telling you things weren’t the same once they left. Like it was this high and all they wanted to do was come and party in the glade for months on end, but wouldn’t tell you what had happened. You guess it was because fucking faeries.

Everyone giggles, except you, as you walk through the veil. You ignore the static feeling that runs through you. Just lift up the bottle of wine for a long drink. Making your own summer wines was genius. Now you had every intentions of getting fucked up, and forget this night ever happened.

You’re shocked to see the amount of people that were in the woods, beyond the veil. All dancing and carrying on like they had been doing this all day. Singing, and celebrating some man named Ari, which you had never even heard of, and a tiny woman that stayed on his side. Thinking to yourself that it had to hurt.

With each drink of wine their faces become more and more distorted. Angles that are inhuman. Eyes that glow in the twilight, skin that is a color you couldn’t find at any makeup counter. You look down at your half-drunk bottle of wine, and quickly cork it. Unsure of how much alcohol was truly in this, but it had to be a lot because you are seeing things.

You didn’t believe the legend of the glade, but there was something weird going on. The people that were here before you surely had some machine that was releasing fumes and causing you to hallucinate. Hell, you could see different creautres…people fucking beside the trees, and deeper into the glade. They weren’t hiding anything. They just assume that everyone is too drunk to care about their indiscretions.

You aren’t drunk, you’re fucking fine. Glancing around you spot your fellow pledges in various stages of hookups, but not you. No…no one ever noticed the average girl whose clothes are too baggy, and lines of tattoos peek out of the hemlines of your clothes.

“I think I’m going to be sick,” you groan, stumbling away from the weird music and frolicking people. It is weird here, and the mix of the now disgusting mixed berry wine makes you feel lightheaded.

“You okay?” You don’t even look at the man that is behind you. You are perfectly okay, and didn’t need help. “Miss…”

“I’m fine,” you spin around. Nothing had even left your stomach, you just needed the world to stop spinning, but he isn’t helping. Sinfully attractive. Why were so many of these people topless? Did they just want to have sex quicker? Easier? Who are they? And why were they oddest looking people, and still the most attractive ones you had ever seen?

His mouth quirks up in a grin, and you roll your eyes. Not today. This was a dangerous man. You can feel his darkness roll through your body like the smoke he is exhaling into your face. Fuck this. You didn’t need this.

Going against girl code, you have to get out of here. Alone. You shouldn’t, but this place is haunting you in an odd way. Trying to walk past the ridiculously tall man, he throws out his arm, stopping you. “Back up!”

His answer is sniffing up the tattoo on your body, and you smack at his arm, “What the fuck!”

“You didn’t drink all your wine, little one.”

“Yeah, no shit, asshole. I didn’t drink it all because…” the blonde starts circling your body. Taking deep inhales as he encloses on you like you are his prey. This is bad. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“This ink,” he inhales deeply again, “Why are you covering scars?”

“How did you know that?” You gulp as he comes to stand in front of you. His heavily ringed, and singed looking fingers start to move your collar to the side. Looking at your scarred and tattooed skin closer. It is like your body is frozen, and refusing to move. The perfect predator had caught you in his snares, and was ogling your tattoos like his next meal.

When his fingers touch your skin, you sigh at how soothing it feels. Moving aside your shirt to see what your clothes and tattoos hide. His fingers move slowly over your skin, and your eyes are at half mast. Relaxing with this odd man. Allowing him to get too close when he licks on the tattoo, moaning like he was eating a delicacy.

“Ahh,” your whispered yelp sounds like it is coming from a distance as a sharp, but quick pain pricks at your skin, and you slowly become mush. Sinking into his embrace, and allowing this man to moan at whatever he is doing on your body.

Seconds become minutes, and minutes drag on, but still feel like no time has passed as your eyes slowly start to close, and then but one booming, but far off voice, “Jackson!”

Blackness. Sleeping off into a void of nothingness. But the most beautiful peace you had ever felt washes over you. Sleep. Peaceful sleep. Not visions and nightmares that plagued your mind. Only darkness.

“Why did you bring her here?” Jasper looks confused at Andy. His king was tilting his head from side to side like a questioning puppy. “She’s human.”

“I can tell,” Andy grouses, continuing to stare at your body.

“What happened again?”

Andy takes a deep breath, trying to replay everything that happened that night. “Jax…it was like he was getting a high off her. And I could hear her pulse, and she was dying. You see her tattoos?” Jasper nods at Andy, still refusing to step any closer to your body. “Those by her neck, they’re faded. The further away from the neck you get, they start to get darker. What’s underneath the tattoo?”

“Burn marks,” Jasper whispers. He didn’t need to be right on your body to see that there were scars all over your skin.

“I knew Jax could literally taste the feelings that went into a tattoo, but this,” he pulls back your shirt, running his fingers over the marred skin. “Someone hurt her.”

“Or she was in a house fire,” Jasper shrugs. Andy was always a bit dramatic and went for a more elaborate story.

“No. They’re strategically over her body. Her clothes hide them. You should see what’s under the clothes. She tattooed over them so…hey,” he gives you a smile as your eyes pop open. “You are…”

“Get off me! Get the fuck off me! Oh my god,” taking heaving breaths you look between the two men that were crowding around you. Neither is the man that was doing something to your neck. And both had an otherworldly beauty to them.

There is a shorter one with a mossy green tint to his skin, and the taller one is one of the largest people you’ve ever seen. “I’m dead, aren’t I? He…h-h-he killed me, didn’t he? Oh my god, I’m dead. I lived through all that only to die in the woods fucking faeries.”

Andy and Jasper look at each other quickly, and then back to you. Humans heard the tales, but most were skeptical. They came out for solstice parties only as an excuse to live deliciously, while returning back to their boring lives. But with you…something was off.

“He murdered me, didn’t he? He…goddammit. I’m so stupid. I always do this shit. I trust too fucking early. But this…I didn’t trust him. I knew, but I still let him…can you tell me what he was doing? I felt something. What was that? Where am I? What is happening?”

“Andy, she’s human,” the little one says again, and your tears cloud whatever is happening between them. They are aliens, and they’ve done experiments on you.

“I fucking know she’s human. She wouldn’t have…oh,” he stops to turn and look at you, “We screwed up. Miss,” the tears come out more aggressively, and you don’t even know why. What you know is that man…that beautiful man — no!

“Jasper, I’m about to smack her across the fucking face, make it stop,” you are not the crying type. You are too strong for this. How long have you been here? “Human! Stop!”

“Why do you keep calling me that?” Andy rolls his eyes, before wrapping a hand on your ankle, and jerking you down the bed. Moving his entire body to hover over you, and it isn’t until you feel the wind that you notice his wings. The deepest green, and veining of gold. “Are you an angel?”

“I’m far from being innocent and kind. However, I did save your pathetic life for some reason, and…mother fucker,” he grabs at his chest, and jerks his head to look at the smaller one. “Deal with this before I do.”

Standing up, he stomps out of the room, and you jerk up in the bed. You could take the little one. “If you don’t let me go, I’ll run.”

“Run. We’ll just have the dogs bring you back. You won’t go far. You can’t,” looking down at your arms, you see that they were not bound to anything. Changing tactics to feel all over your body. They put a tracking device in you.

“You won’t be able to leave our realm without him,” he states matter of fact, and it makes you feel on edge. Him? That big man, him?

“What does that even mean? Where am I?”

“Here, drink some more tonic,” you slap the glass out of his hand, and he stares down at the shards on the stone floor. “You’ll regret that you did that. What do you remember?” You shrug, moving a hand to scratch at your neck, and start panicking again. “What?”

“The…my scars. They’re…they’re not really there. I mean they are, but they’re…”

“As faded as your tattoo,” you’ve seen it all. All these ugly scars that you had covered in ink couldn’t have faded. But your fingers knew the divots and bumps of your skin. This spot in particular, gave you an odd comfort.

“We’ve had our suspicions of Jax’s obsession with tattoos. Some people get them to tell a story. Some people get them to cover up pain. You in particular got them to cover up pain and scars. He was devouring you, and your…pain,” is that why you didn’t feel as hard? Why you had become soft and cry uncontrollably?

“In doing so maybe he was healing you.”

“Tell him to suck it all out then.”

“If he removed all your pain and scars would you be you?” You ponder the question for a second. You didn’t like the tears and the panic that ensued earlier. You hadn’t felt that hopeless in years. “I’m Jasper, King Andy’s advisor.”

“King?”

“Not just any king, but The King. The King over all the faeries,” you scoff at him. What a dream. That wine must have been good because you’re losing it. “You saw him hovering over you, and you doubt that fae exists? Hmm, you really are a stupid human. No wonder he’s pissed off.”

“He’s pissed off? Let me leave then!”

“You can’t! You better get used to the palace, because you’ll never cross the veil again. All those legends you stupid giggly sorority girls tell, they’re real. We had too many humans that partook in our wines, and we couldn’t get rid of them. Long story short, we created the legends. The fae gets their feel of human flesh, while you get to cross back over, and pretend this was all a dream,” you had cracked, and so had everyone else. This was all a dream. This was all in your mind, but touching your once there scar tells a different tell.

“I didn’t…” you hadn’t taken a drink of any wine, but your own.

“You were given a tonic. Sorry, my bad,” a glimmer of a smirk flashes on his face, and it pisses you off. He did it on purpose. He’s the reason you’re here. You pick up a vase from the table, and toss it at him. You suck at aiming. “Easy. Yes, I kept you here to become Andy’s pet.”

“Over my fucking body.”

“Oh, when I have it my way, he will be over your fucking body every fucking night. You’ll have pleasure one can only dream of, and I’ll have a king who isn’t sulking. I saw it. I knew the moment he was the one carrying a human body up to his palace. I saw it when he brushed his hands over your face. You two are the ones that can feel it, but you won’t speak of it, but I can see it. Don’t sit and try to deny the way he made you feel. And if grabbing his cold dark heart wasn’t enough, then I don’t know what is. He felt it deep in his blackened soul.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” not really. The man was attractive, you couldn’t help it if you grew a bit woozie looking up at him. But you weren’t fated for anybody. You just wanted to be left the fuck alone.

“Prophecy has stated that the king is fated to be part of a human. I suppose it could be interpreted many ways. It’s the reason Andy hates mortals so much. You’re fragile, weak, and disposable. But he hates the idea that he’s fated to be with one of you for all eternity.”

“I’m not weak,” your voice is laced with so much malic. You feel the pain of your skin searing again. Baring your teeth at this freak show that stood before you. “And I’ll never spend eternity with him.”

He leans into you. Getting his face so close to yours that his pointy nose nearly touches you. His vine tattoos starting to sprout thorns, “You don’t have a choice, my dear. Neither does he. Comply before he takes from you.”

“No man will ever take from me again,” you don’t scream. But your voice growls at him. Had Jasper been a mortal, he might have been afraid.

“Good thing Andy’s no man. Have fun,” he backs out of your room, locking the door behind him, and you wail. Screaming as loud as you can, realizing you are trapped in this room with no windows, only that door.

“Andy, that’s one that will need to be tamed,” Andy, leaning up against the wall outside your door, stands up straight, his eyes rolling up to look at your door. Hearing your screams of anger, and throwing everything in your room to the one exit and entrance. “You’re stuck with her.”

“I’ll have fun with her.”

“No,” he slaps Andy’s arm. “Do not go back to that side of you. She is yours. Have your fun, but not too much. She hurts, then you hurt. You lose her, then you lose yourself. Like it or not pal, that’s your problem now. That human being is nothing more than a petulant child. And Jax has her taste in his mouth. Claim her before either one of you kills her.”

“I haven’t killed humans in centuries. Such puny creatures.”

“She’s yours, Andrew.”

You were his. And if he had to be stuck with you, he was going to have fun with you first. Test your limits. It sounded like you needed some discipline. Needed learn how to act. He would have no problem with reminding you who was the one in charge. He wasn’t an angel, and he was worse than some devil. All the fae were. And soon, little Faelynn, you would know all too well about pain and scars.

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cryptidclaw · 1 year

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Cryptidclaw's WC Prefixes List!

Yall said you were interested in seeing it so here it is!

This is a collection of mostly Flora, Fauna, Rocks, and other such things that can be found in Britain since that’s where the books take place!

I also have other Prefixes that have to do with pelt colors and patterns as well!

Here’s a link to the doc if you dont want to expand a 650 word list on your Tumblr feed lol! the doc is also in my drive linked in my pined post!

below is the actual list! If there are any names you think I should add plz tell me!

EDIT: I will update the doc with new names as I come up with them or have them suggested to me, but I wont update the list on this post! Plz visit my doc for a more updated version!

Animals

Mammal

Badger

Bat

Bear

Beaver

Bison

Boar

Buck

Calf

Cow

Deer

Elk

Fawn

Ferret

Fox

Goat

Hare

Horse

Lamb

Lynx

Marten

Mole

Mouse

Otter

Rabbit

Rat

Seal

Sheep

Shrew

Squirrel

Stoat

Vole

Weasel

Wolf

Wolverine

Amphibians

Frog

Newt

Toad

Reptiles

Scale

Adder

Lizard

Snake

Turtle

Shell

Birds

Bird

Down

Feather

Albatross

Bittern

Buzzard

Chaffinch

Chick

Chicken

Coot

Cormorant

Corvid

Crane

Crow

Curlew

Dove

Duck

Dunlin

Eagle

Egret

Falcon

Finch

Gannet

Goose

Grouse

Gull

Hawk

Hen

Heron

Ibis

Jackdaw

Jay

Kestrel

Kite

Lark

Magpie

Mallard

Merlin

Mockingbird

Murrelet

Nightingale

Osprey

Owl

Partridge

Pelican

Peregrine

Petrel

Pheasant

Pigeon

Plover

Puffin

Quail

Raven

Robin

Rook

Rooster

Ruff

Shrike

Snipe

Sparrow

Starling

Stork

Swallow

Swan

Swift

Tern

Thrasher

Thrush

Vulture

Warbler

Whimbrel

Wren

Freshwater Fish

Fish

Bass

Bream

Carp

Dace

Eel

Lamprey

Loach

Minnow

Perch

Pike

Rudd

Salmon

Sterlet

Tench

Trout

Roach

Saltwater fish and other Sea creatures (would cats be able to find some of these? Probably not, I don't care tho)

Alge

Barnacle

Bass (Saltwater version)

Bream (Saltwater version)

Brill

Clam

Cod

Crab

Dolphin

Eel (Saltwater version)

Flounder

Garfish

Halibut

Kelp

Lobster

Mackerel

Mollusk

Orca

Prawn

Ray

Seal

Shark

Shrimp

Starfish

Sting

Urchin

Whale

Insects and Arachnids

Honey

Insect

Web

Ant

Bee

Beetle

Bug

Butterfly

Caterpillar

Cricket

Damselfly

Dragonfly

Fly

Grasshopper

Grub

Hornet

Maggot

Moth

Spider

Wasp

Worm

Trees

Acorn

Bark

Branch

Forest

Hollow

Log

Root

Stump

Timber

Tree

Twig

Wood

Alder

Apple

Ash

Aspen

Beech

Birch

Cedar

Cherry

Chestnut

Cypress

Elm

Fir

Hawthorn

Hazel

Hemlock

Linden

Maple

Oak

Pear

Poplar

Rowan

Redwood

Spruce

Willow

Yew

Flowers, Shrubs and Other plants

Berry

Blossom

Briar

Field

Flower

Leaf

Meadow

Needle

Petal

Shrub

Stem

Thicket

Thorn

Vine

Anemone

Apricot

Barley

Bellflower

Bluebell

Borage

Bracken

Bramble

Briar

Burnet

Buttercup

Campion

Chamomile

Chanterelle

Chicory

Clover

Cornflower

Daffodil

Daisy

Dandelion

Dogwood

Fallow

Fennel

Fern

Flax

Foxglove

Furze

Garlic

Ginger

Gorse

Grass

Hay

Heather

Holly

Honeysuckle

Hop

Hyacinth

Iris

Ivy

Juniper

Lavender

Lichen

Lilac

Lilly

Mallow

Marigold

Mint

Mistletoe

Moss

Mushroom

Nettle

Nightshade

Oat

Olive

Orchid

Parsley

Periwinkle

Pine

Poppy

Primrose

Privet

Raspberry

Reed

Reedmace

Rose

Rush

Rye

Saffron

Sage

Sedge

Seed

Snowdrop

Spindle

Strawberry

Tangerine

Tansy

Teasel

Thistle

Thrift

Thyme

Violet

Weed

Wheat

Woodruff

Yarrow

Rocks and earth

Agate

Amber

Amethyst

Arch

Basalt

Bounder

Cave

Chalk

Coal

Copper

Dirt

Dust

Flint

Garnet

Gold

Granite

Hill

Iron

Jagged

Jet

Mountain

Mud

Peak

Pebble

Pinnacle

Pit

Quartz

Ridge

Rock

Rubble

Ruby

Rust(y)

Sand

Sapphire

Sediment

Silt

Silver

Slate

Soil

Spire

Stone

Trench

Zircon

Water Formations

Bay

Cove

Creek

Delta

Lake

Marsh

Ocean

Pool

Puddle

River

Sea

Water

Weather and such

Autumn

Avalanche

Balmy

Blaze

Blizzard

Breeze

Burnt

Chill

Cinder

Cloud

Cold

Dew

Drift

Drizzle

Drought

Dry

Ember

Fall

Fire

Flame

Flood

Fog

Freeze

Frost

Frozen

Gale

Gust

Hail

Ice

Icicle

Lightening

Mist

Muggy

Rain

Scorch

Singe

Sky

Sleet

Sloe

Smoke

Snow

Snowflake

Soot

Sorrel

Spark

Spring

Steam

Storm

Summer

Sun

Thunder

Water

Wave

Wet

Wind

Winter

Celestial??

Comet

Dawn

Dusk

Evening

Midnight

Moon

Morning

Night

Noon

Twilight

Cat Features, Traits, and Misc.

Azure

Beige

Big

Black

Blonde

Blotch(ed)

Blue

Bounce

Bright

Brindle

Broken

Bronze

Brown

Bumble

Burgundy

Call

Carmine

Claw

Cobalt

Cream

Crimson

Cry

Curl(y)

Dapple

Dark

Dot(ted)

Dusky

Ebony

Echo

Fallen

Fleck(ed)

Fluffy

Freckle

Ginger

Golden

Gray

Green

Heavy

Kink

Knot(ted)

Light

Little

Lost

Loud

Marbled

Mew

Milk

Mottle

Mumble

Ochre

Odd

One

Orange

Pale

Patch(ed)

Pounce

Prickle

Ragged

Red

Ripple

Rough

Rugged

Russet

Scarlet

Shade

Shaggy

Sharp

Shimmer

Shining

Small

Smudge

Soft

Song

Speckle

Spike

Splash

Spot(ted)

Streak

Stripe(d)

Strong

Stump(y)

Sweet

Tall

Talon

Tangle

Tatter(ed)

Tawny

Tiny

Tough

Tumble

Twist

Violet

Whisker

Whisper

White

Wild

Wooly

Yellow

#cryptidclaw's warriors au #?#Im tempted to use these in the au #some characters deserve some more fun names hehe #rise of change #warrior cats #warrior cats design #warriors #warriors names #warriors naming #warriors prefixes

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mousetoe-wc · 8 months

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I Got bored one time awhile ago and made a list of every prefix plus some into organised sections so I thought I might as well share.

All the ones that aren’t cannon to warriors, yet at lest are bold

Describing names

Colours: red, russet, copper, golden, amber, yellow, green, blue, violet, pink, white, gray, black, ebony, dark, pale, silver, brown, tawny, fallow

Pattern, Texture + Size: spot/ted, dapple, speckle, freckle, brindle, patch, mottle, ragged, tangle, kink, bristle, fuzzy, curl/y, wooly, soft, sleek, little, tiny, small, slight, short, tall, long, big, heavy, crooked, broken, half, stumpy, shred, torn, jagged

Actions + Character: flip, pounce, bounce, jump, hop, crouch, down, low, drift, flail, strike, running, fidget, mumble, whistle, snap, sneeze, shiver/ing, shining, flutter, fallen, lost, rush, fleet, quick, shy, sweet, brave, loud, quiet, wild, hope, wish,

Other: claw, whisker, dead, odd, one, spike, fringe, echo, song, hallow, haven

Elements

Time + Weather: day, night, dusk, dawn, morning, sky, sun/ny, moon, storm, lightning, thunder, cloud/y, mist/y, fog, snow, blizzard, ice, frost, dew, drizzle, rain, clear, wind, breeze, gale, shadow, shade, bright, light,

Earth/Water/Fire names: stone, rock, boulder, slate, flint, pebble, gravel, sand/y, dust, mud/dy, meadow, hill, rubble, river, ripple, whorl, float, rapid, shimmer, lake, swamp, marsh, wave, wet, bubbling, splash, puddle, pool, creek, fire, flame, flicker, flash, blaze, scorch, ember, spark, ash, soot, cinder, smoke

Plants

Trees: alder, aspen, birch, beech, cedar, cypress, pine, elm, willow, oak, larch, maple, bay, rowan, timber, bark, log, wood, twig, acorn, cone, seed, spire

Berry/Nut/Fruit/Herb: juniper, elder, sloe, holly, yew, mistle, bramble, hickory, hazel, chestnut, nut, apple, cherry, cranberry, olive, pear, plum, peach, chive, mint, fennel, sage, basil, mallow, parsley

Flowers: aster, poppy, primrose, rose, bluebell, marigold, tansy, pansy, briar, cherry, daisy, dandelion, daffodil, tulip, violet, lily, myrtle, thrift, yarrow, heather, lavender, blossom, bloom, flower, petal

Other: leaf, frond, fern, bracken, sorrel, hay, rye, oat, wheat, cotton, reed, pod, cinnamon, milkweed, grass, clover, weed, stem, sedge, gorse, furze, flax, nettle, thistle, ivy, moss, lichen, bush, vine, root, thorn, prickle, nectar

Animals

Mammals: mouse, rat, mole, vole, shrew, squirrel, hedgehog, bat, rabbit, hare, ferret, weasel, stoat, mink, marten, otter, hog, wolf, hound, fox, vixen, badger, deer, doe, stag, fawn, sheep, cow, pig, lion, tiger, leopard, lynx, milk

Birds: robin, jay, cardinal, thrush, sparrow, swallow, shrike, starling, rook, swift, dove, pigeon, crow, raven, duck, goose, heron, wren, finch, swan, stork, quail, gull, lark, owl, eagle, hawk, kestrel, buzzard, kite, hoot, feather, bird, egg, talon

Fish, Reptiles + Amphibians: pike, perch, pollack, trout, tench, cod, carp, bass, bream, eel, minnow, fin, snake, adder, lizard, turtle, frog, toad, newt

Bug type Names: bug, lady or ladybug, moth, spider, ant, snail, slug, beetle, bee, wasp, dragon or dragonfly, bumble, worm, maggot, cricket, fly, midge, web, honey

Skyclan + Warriorclan: Bella, Billy, Big, Harry, Harvey, Snook, Ebony, Monkey

#warrior cats #wc

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Wich are your favorite fairy tale couples/romances and why?

*cracks knuckles* I'm excited for this one!

It's important to note that not all of these are necessarily "canon" to the story, whatever that nebulous word means in the context of oral traditions. Still, the fun of fairy tales as a genre is the audience participation aspect, allowing you to fill in our own imaginative gaps.

Gold-Tree, her husband, and her wife from "Gold-Tree and Silver-Tree": in this Celtic variant of "Snow White", the handsome prince fills the role that the dwarfs occupy in Grimm. She marries him and temporarily escapes her mother, but the wicked Silver-Tree finds Gold-Tree and poisons her. Thinking her dead, the prince takes another wife, and in a total reversal of "Bluebeard", the second princess walks into the forbidden room where Gold-tree slumbers, finds the thorn, and breaks the spell. The second princess then kills Silver-Tree when she makes her third attempt on Gold-Tree's life, and " prince and his two wives were long alive after this, pleased and peaceful."

The Peasant and the Soldier from "The Grave Mound": A comical story about two poor men who win their fortune through conning the Devil, which ends with them co-habitating and "living in rest and peace...as long as God is pleased to permit". I fell in love with this story after reading the dedicated chapter for it in the terrific academic anthology "Transgressive Tales: Queering the Grimms".

Betushka and the Wood Maiden: Every day at noon, a mysterious and beautiful maiden appears to the farm girl Betushka. They dance together until the sun goes down, and I'm just so moved by how it's described: "Betushka's cheeks burned, her eyes shone. She forgot her spinning, she forgot her goats. All she could do was gaze at her partner who was moving with such grace and lightness that the grass didn't seem to bend under her slender feet." Ultimately, Betushka succumbs to an Orpheus-style moment of weakness that separates them forever. Tragic, but undeniably beautiful.

The Clever Farmgirl and the King: I love a battle of wits where the two parties challenge each other but clearly respect and love one another. You listed this as one of your favorite tale types, and in hindsight, I'm inclined to agree.

Tam Lin and Janet: these two need no introduction. A haunting ballad of love and the transformations that it always entails. (Just please, never the non-consensual variants.) I have to shout out Overly Sarcastic Productions on YouTube for introducing me to this story, and the "Which Fairytale Lady Are You?" quiz, which assigned me Janet. I hope to be as bold and confident as this heroine, in love and in life.

Prince Yousif and Louliyya, Daughter of Morgan: An Egyptian relative of Rapunzel, I love their fierce and undying commitment to each other, and their resilience in the face of the many challenges between them and their happy ending.

The Lady and the Lion from "The Singing, Springing Lark": A "Beauty and the Beast" variant where the heroine knows about the curse from the word go, and they actually live happily in spite of his back-and-forth between his human and lion forms for a while, even having a child together. Of course, circumstances force them apart, and she travels to the Sun, the Moon, the Four Winds, and the Red Sea to get him back. It's a relationship built on honesty, communication, and willingness to sacrifice for one another. When people talk about wanting a fairy tale Prince Charming, this is the guy I picture.

The One-Handed Girl and her Prince: A lovely (if at times gruesome) Swahili story of a woman deprived of everything by her wicked brother, she finds love in a charming prince and they start a family together. When her love is out warring, her wicked brother rears his head and persuades her in-laws to banish her to the wilderness, and tell the prince that she and her baby died. I'm always moved by the makeshift funeral her husband arranges when he hears the wicked brother-turned-royal-advisor's lie, and their reunion at the end.

The couple from "The Nixie of the Pond": When her husband succumbs to a mysterious nixie, the heroine conducts a series of moonlight rituals, offering a comb, a flute, and a spinning wheel to the water spirit in exchange for his safe return. Of course, the nixie doesn't play fair, but they eventually get their hard-earned happy ending, finding each other under the moonlight listening to the same song she used to bargain for his rescue.

Broadening the definition of "fairy tales", I have to include Dorothy and Ozma, Clara / Marie and her Nutcracker, and Ahmed and Pari Banu. There are also stories with pairings that, while I can't honestly say I support, I still find compelling: Shahrazad leading Shahryar through the most intense talk therapy session in world literature, whatever the heck is going on with Velina and Tayzanne, the quasi-erotic dynamic of this proto-Little Red Riding Hood. Plus there's some terrific villain couples I love to hate, like the witch and her lover in "The Tale of the Ensorcelled Prince" (sorry, Burton's translation is all I could find online; if you have the chance, read Yasmine Seale's version of the text).

As you can tell, I've thought about this stuff a lot and I'm eager to talk about it. What are some of the romances and relationships you love / find compelling in fairy tales?

#ask response #ariel seagull wings #fairy tales #1001 nights #nixie of the pond #gold tree and silver tree #the grave mound #the wood maiden #the one handed girl #jack the master and jack the servant #the singing springing lark #tam lin #louliyya daughter of morgan #the farmer's clever daughter

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lynxskip · 1 month

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Minor Characters - The Sun Trail

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NOTE: Some of these aren't from the wiki, as I highlighted somethings that I think are minor characters.

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"Skinny cats," - pg. 1 | Honestly, I think these are all the cats in the cave.

"The elders," - pg. 1 | Misty Water, Lion's Roar, Silver Frost, and Snow Hare.

"Desperately mewling kits," - pg. 1 | Jagged Peak, Fluttering Bird, Pine Snout, Jay Song, Flower Heart, and White Flame.

"Mewling kits' mothers," - pg. 1 | Quiet Rain and Hollow Tree.

"Several kits squabbling over an eagle's carcass," - pg. 1 | Aspen Whiskers, Leaf Brook, Pale Ripple, and Cherry Frost.

"A big ginger tom-kit," - pg. 1 | Aspen Whiskers.

"Smaller tabby she-kit," - pg. 1 | Leaf Brook.

"Ginger kit's mother," - pg. 2 | Blooming Sky.

"Group of cats returning from hunting," - pg. 3 | Shaded Moss, Sharp Hail, Jackdaw's Cry, Hawk Swoop, and Honey Skip.

"The several cats that sprang up to greet the returning cats," - pg. 3 | Quick Water, Falling Feather, and Tall Shadow.

"Cat that calls out eagerly," - pg. 3 | Falling Feather.

"Demanding cat," - pg. 3 | Quick Water.

"Leader of the returning cats," - pg. 3 | Shaded Moss.

"Several cats that crowd around Clear Sky and Gray Wing," - pg. 9 | Turtle Tail, Dark Cloud, Shattered Ice, and Thorn Foot.

"Returning hunting party," - pg. 16 | Shattered Ice, Turtle Tail, Dark Cloud, Falling Feather, and Moon Shadow.

"Yowling cat in the crowd around Shaded Moss," - pg. 17 | Thorn Foot.

"Three cats that are farther down the valley," - pg. 20 | Hollow Tree, Howling Wolf, and Sharp Hail.

"Groups of cats that are settled around the cavern's edges," - pg. 23 | Hollow Tree, Howling Wolf, Clear Sky, Bright Stream, Turtle Tail, Rainswept Flower, Honey Skip, and Mist Eye.

"Anxiously pacing cats," - pg. 23 | Twisted Branch, Snow Hare, Silver Frost, and Lark Tail.

"The kits that Jagged Peak is playing with," - pg. 28 | Pale Ripple, Pine Snout, Leaf Brook, and Aspen Whiskers.

"Tabby she-cat that Jagged Peak is wrestling with," - pg. 28 | Leaf Brook.

"The other cats that crowd Shaded Moss with questions," - pg. 29 | Falling Feather, Shattered Ice, Blooming Sky, Lion's Roar, Moon Shadow, and Dappled Pelt.

"The other cats that let Gray Wing pass," - pg. 29 | All the cats that are questioning Shaded Moss and that returned with Shaded Moss.

"The larger group that are around Shaded Moss," - pg. 32 | Bright Stream, Mist Eye, Blooming Sky, Dark Cloud, and Hawk Swoop.

"Shaded Moss's mother," - pg. 135 | Foggy Dove.

"Huge brown dog," - pg. 137 | Johnny. (Some of the other minor character pages include dogs and twolegs, so I'm just gonna do that.)

"Huge fluffy black-and-white kittypet tom," - pg. 146 | Bandit.

"Ginger kittypet she-cat," - pg. 146 | Mia.

"A long-legged brown-and-gray tabby tom 'The Stranger'," - pg. 163 | Grouse, later renamed Grouse Step.

"Three dogs that chased the cats," - pg. 168 | Ashley, a large dark gray female greyhound. Chai, a small tan-white-and-black male beagle. Eggo, a large male golden retriever.

"Ginger cat," - pg. 187 | Flax, she-cat.

"Black-and-white cat," -pg. 187 | Eel, tom.

"Cats that are disappearing into the bushes," - pg. 197 | Petal and Fox.

"Couple of nosy cats that Quick Water chased away," - pg. 233 | Fox and Petal.

"Small black dog that chases Gray Wing," - pg. 295 | Sooty.

"The three cats that Petal and Fox meet as kits," - pg. 4, bonus scene | Misty, Falcon, and Vine.

#lynxskip #lynxskip's rewrite #erin hunter #warrior cats #warriors #wc #waca #warrior cats rewrite #warriors rewrite #wc rewrite #waca rewrite #dawn of the colonies'#the sun trail #minor characters

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THIS IS US

If you ask anyone who has just met Mette, and heard her husband’s jokes, they would say that she hates the jokes and find them and him embarrassing. But that couldn’t be further from the truth! She secretly adores him, and likes his jokes well enough, even though some of them are very inappropriate.

She is mostly calm and collected, but piss her off (by disrespecting her kids, husband or her livelyhood) and you will be in a woooorld of pain. A verbal whiplash is what she will give you!

There is not much to see, when you meet Mette for the first time. You might see that she is calm and works very hard, but that’s about it. She likes to keep her private life a secret, and likes to not share everything with everyone, which is kinda the opposite of who her husband is. He shares everything, while she would rather just keep private private.

Mette is originally from Denmark, but has lived in USA since she was 5 years old. She went to an American school, and there she met Gabe. She helped them through a hard period in life where they were discovering themself, and her parents even let them move in, when they were kicked out.

She met her husband in High School, and instantly fell in love with him, and he with her. They soon became boyfriend and girlfriend, and has stuck together ever since.

In 2020 she moved back to Denmark with her husband Mateo and her two small kids, and then opened her own stable, Texas style. Of course she wanted to have western horses, as she had lived in Texas most of her life, and when she was told about a stable with American Curly Horses which was closing down, she took the chance and bought them all for her stable Dead End Ranch to breed Stock build Curlies.

Then she bred them to some of the few stocks she had and VUPTI she had stock build curlies!

Mateo is kind of a strange man. He is very friendly though, and genuinely wants to make friends, even though he has a habit of cracking many, many jokes, many of which are kinda inappropriate. He keeps those to himself around his kids though.

He is a kind man, and doesn’t want to say anything that could hurt anyone. Though he likes to make others laugh. The louder the better. Even awkward laughter humors him, because of the inappropriate jokes thing. He is very much into cars, though range rovers are the best, and he is not that much into fast cars, big cars are more of his passion.

Loving his daughters a lot, along with his wife, he enjoys family time more than anything, and likes to crack jokes there too - though those are definitely more family friendly, at least around his kids. He is not the best at words, and will show his love with gestures of love instead of telling someone that he loves them - though he will occasionally tell his kids and his wife this.

Mateo is from Texas, born and raised. He is a real cowboy, and has grown up at a western barn that his parents owned. He met Mette in High School, doing his shy-guy-rutine (though he was genuinely shy back then) and the rest is history.

He of course said yes, when Mette wanted to move back to Denmark and also agreed to move with her as to not rob his daughters of a father. He likes Denmark well enough, though he sometimes misses the Texas sun in the cold and wet/rainy place that Denmark is.

Larke is the more boyish of the Thorne Twins. She likes cars and horse and mud, and everything that’s wild and crazy. She likes the more tomboy-ish style, and has a lot of flannel and jeans in her wardrobe. She likes to have her hair out of the way, but loves her long hair, and would never cut it short - not that her mother would ever let her though!

She is almost constantly arguing with her twin sister, and they can never agree on anything. When they were younger though they were inseparable. Now though they don’t even want to be in the same room as the other, and will leave it (mostly Larke leaves, while the more dominant Sorine stays) if they see each other. Good thing Dead End Ranch has three stable buildings, haha!

Sorine is very femme. She is very much into dresses, makeup and jewelery and all that shabam. She mostly thinks that any other western discipline than Western Dressage and Driving is uncultured and boring, while the “propper way” (her way) is much better. Therefore she also has the only Friesian at the barn.

When she and Larke drifted apart, she began being into English riding as well, and wanted nothing more than to fit into her friend group of English riders and Dressage riders. She has a big wish, only to fit in though, to try out English riding, and preferably get a horse or a pony for that at some point.

In secret she loves Western Dressage and Driving, though she knows it’s more “propper” to like dressage and literally any English discipline.

When Larke and Sorine was younger they were each other’s best friends. Larke would just go with whatever Sorine wanted, and wasn’t much of her “own person” at that time, which made it easy for Sorine to dominate and decide everything for them.

They looked a lot more like each other back then, and their mother Mette loved to put them in matching (though different colored) dresses when at parties or in their every day life. It all changed when they both began school, and the twins got very different friend groups. Larke adopted a more boy-ish style, while Sorine adopted a very feminine and girl-ish style instead.

And their friend groups didn’t get along with each other, which started a rivalry between them, and also the twins. It was hard for them to have to choose between their friends and their twin, but Sorine eventually chose her friends over her sister, and that’s how the two of them became almost enemies.

#Larke Thorne #Sorine Thorne #Mette Thorne #Mateo Thorne #dead end ranch #sims 3 horses #the sims 3 #bridlepath #equality sims #der #american curly horse #american paint horse #american quarter horse #the sims 3 pets #ts3 simblr #simblr #ts3

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mlmxreader · 4 months

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Line of Duty | John Price x m!reader

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↳ ❝ Could you do one with prompts 5 and 11, with Price and a male reader?? ❞

: ̗̀➛ So much can happen when on the frontlines, but certain things are more unbearable to cope with than others.

: ̗̀➛ swearing, major character death, angst, death/injury, depiction of dead bodies, smoking

↳ @mockerycrow @seigwaidau

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Nothing was alive anymore. When the flood rushed through, it took most of the dead trees with it, and killed off the smaller saplings; their bodies littered the battlefield, bits of broken limbs scattered amongst the mud and the clay.

Bushes, once adorned with berries and bright green leaves, were left pulled and ripped apart across the mess; their small thorns charred and crumbled to ash upon the most delicate of touches.

No snakes slithered amongst the dead leaves, and no birds sang from the trees; not even the bravest of larks would have dared to sing as he flew past.

Not even the sun dared to shine anymore, hidden behind clouds that wept so terribly upon looking at the state of the land; in the shadow of the war, Price’s skin did not look the same.

Grey and pale, his blue eyes were dull and dark. He didn’t look the same. His lips were carved into a frown as he sat on a wet rock, the water up to his ankles as he lit a cigarette and hung his head.

He seemed to age a decade in that moment; no longer the forty year old Captain you had fallen in love with, still hopeful and who still had dreams - no.

His dreams had been set alight and burned in front of him, his hope had been strapped down and bludgeoned with a hammer. He seemed heavy, like there was something on his shoulders.

A burden not meant to be carried by anyone else but himself; he hunched over so that his neck wouldn’t hurt so much, staring at the murky olive water as he swallowed thickly and sighed.

You were cautious and slow as you sat beside him, resting your head on his shoulder as your hand sought his; his skin was cold, sending a shiver down your spine and making you frown as you looked at his knuckles.

They were raw, but he didn’t seem to care. He didn’t even move to run his thumb across your knuckles like he usually did; just sitting there, his gaze a thousand yards away as he kept it trained on the water he was hardly paying attention to.

You tore your gaze from him, looking up at the slanted and knocked over tree nearby; Gaz’s boot hung from one of the shattered limbs, the bottom half of his leg slowly slipping out of it.

The rest of him was nowhere to be seen.

You shuddered, quickly averting your gaze. Clearing your throat as you did your best not to think about it; to think about how, at least, Gaz’s death had been quick… you couldn’t say the same for Ghost, though.

You could still hear yourself screaming at Price to save him, to get him the fuck out of there the second that the canal started to be unlocked; you could still hear Ghost’s choking as the blood filled his mouth and turned to a thick foam.

You squeezed your eyes tightly shut, trying not to think about how desperate Price had sounded when he had tried to save Ghost.

“Let him go! You fucking cunts! Let him go!”

But they didn��t. They let him choke on a mix of his own vomit and blood. Left him there as his eyes burned from their sockets and his limbs cracked and contorted close to his body; his arms pulled up almost like a dead cockroach.

It took him so long to die, you hated it. You hated how you couldn’t save him, a pit in your stomach as you felt it churn and knot itself; you didn’t even notice you were crying, until you felt Price gently wipe away the tears before pulling you flush into his side as he shook his head.

“Control yourself, buddy boy,” he whispered, kissing your temple as he loudly sniffled. “They wouldn’t… wouldn’t want us to be upset.”

You leaned into him, clinging onto the back of his jacket as you wept against his shoulder. “It’s all my fault, John… I thought… I wanted…”

“I know,” Price murmured, shaking his head. “But it ain’t your fault… it’s not your fault, and it ain’t mine.”

But you could hear the dishonesty in his voice; he didn’t mean a fucking word of it.

q`1Price didn’t blame you for Ghost and Gaz dying, you knew that, but he almost certainly blamed himself; he was their Captain, he should have known better.

He should never have sent them in, knowing that the risk was too high… knowing that he would always feel their blood on his hands. Thick and sticky, gloopy and gooey as it dripped between his fingers and ran down his forearms.

Price huffed, pulling you closer as he thanked everyone he could that one of his men had survived - that at the very least the man going to be his husband had survived.

Even though he knew that neither of you would ever be the same; you had lost your best friend. You had lost a man that was like a brother to you; someone you adored and loved, even if you did take the piss out of him constantly.

You still loved him, you had spent your entire life by his side; from the cradle… to his grave. You had never left his side. Price knew better than to assume that you would be alright when you were extracted by Laswell in the morning.

When he looked at what was left of the body after the flood, he swallowed thickly, and did his best not to weep; his men meant enough to him as it was - Ghost and Gaz were family to him - but he knew that it was his own fault.

He knew that he had killed them, he had taken your best friend from you and he could never look at you without thinking about it again; he had killed your best friend.

He had murdered them.

“If you want to take a break from active duty,” he said quietly. “I’ll sign it off for you.”

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andromedavwrites · 5 months

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working on the reboot and decided to add more to episode 1-

we’re getting the charming siblings, apple being… apple… and Apple’s mom!!

i saw someone post on here that the names of the parents aren’t really relevant to the story but i kind of disagree

i mean i think that it’s important to distinguish the different generations, even if they are referred to as ‘The Mad Hatter’ or ‘The Good King’ i think their names are still important!

so here’s my little silly list of my headcanoned names for the parents

Madison Hatter

Catherine Cheshire

Queenie Hearts

Alison Wonderland

Elvira Queen

Snowelle White

Elric Good (Raven’s dad)

Grace Beauty (Brair’s mom)

Rosalin Beauty (Rosabella’s mom)

Lance Charming

Cindy Ella

Arrow Huntsman

Scarlet Hood

Lark Hood

Hopper Croakington 1st

Jinx Thorne

Candy Breadhouse

Bruce Badwolf

Aspen Wood

Faye Goodfairy

#ever after high #eah #eah reboot #apple white #raven queen #briar beauty

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oliverferrie · 6 months

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It's Trans Day of Rememberance, time to support your local trans author while they are still alive

I originally put this thread up on blue birb hellsite, but I wanted to make a longer, more nuanced post for Tumblr. TDOR is a heavy day for me, and every time I see the list of names it makes me want to squirrel away and cry. So instead I want to spread around some books by trans authors, to uplift our voices. The books themselves are not necessarily about trans characters (mine is not) but my experience as a trans guy does inform the text, and when I read these other works, I feel a kinship to the author in that regard, however imagined that is.

I'll start, it's me, buy my horrific (seriously, read the content warning) fantasy book about young queers surviving atrocities: SUGAR PEOPLE

Next up: Δάιος, by Andromeda Ruins (@andromedaexists). A heavy anti-establishment retelling of the fall of Icarus that leans heavily into the reality of queer folk as outcast and put at risk by the powers that be. I have yet to finish it but the prose really slaps you with its urgency.

Next up: FEMININ GANGE (Feminine gait), by Molly Øxnevad, a contemporary novel about the trans healthcare system in Norway. It's written in Norwegian (bokmål) but I really hope to see it translated in English one day because it's such an important piece of literature on the state of our centralised transmedical health system here in norway.

Next up, MAO SIN RAUDE KJOLE (Mao's Red Dress), by Jan Elisabeth Lindvik, (also norwegian, nynorsk) a coming of age novel set in the backdrop of the sixties. It's only really available in Norway, and it's another one I hope to see translated someday, but it's worth knowing about, as it's a seminal novel by a trans activist with so many decades of lived experience, as the country slowly changed its views around trans folk.

Next, we have JACK OF THORNS, Book 1 of INHERITANCE by AK Faulkner, a dark urban fantasy featuring messy queers and LOTS of trauma. I had the pleasure of meeting Faulkner at a con earlier this year, and they have got an awesome thing going with the Inheritance universe. I've been enjoying Jack of Thorns a lot, it does not hold back.

Next, it's the astounding FRESHWATER by Akwaeke Emezi, a magical contemporary novel about dissociative experiences and trauma, and how they interplay with culture and growing up. A very intense and beautifully written book that isn't afraid to tackle dissociative identities AND gender identity (something those of us who have both often have to mask for fear of being denied treatment).

AND THEY LIVED... by Stephen Salvatore, a very contemporary YA romance that deals with societal issues around being gay and nonbinary. It's written from the POV of a cringey, hopeful teen, and dances between happily-ever-after romance and a pointed exhumation of incredibly dark things.

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✾ chapter 3 — sunshine

❧ Summary: The way Elain and Lucien discovered their mating bond was perhaps not ideal, and the road towards falling in love and accepting their feelings full of thorns — but throughout challenges and adversity, they have made it work. Now, eternity awaits them. A series of connected ficlets for Elucien Week 2023, set post the end of the series when all villains are gone, following episodes of Elain and Lucien’s sometimes quiet, sometimes agitated, life together.

For @elucienweekofficial

Read on Ao3! • Chapter One | Chapter Two

Elain sat on a chaise by an arched window, a white handkerchief with half-embroidery floral motifs sitting on her lap, watching the road leading up to the Red Palace with a frown. Her bare foot tapped the marble floor in the rhythmic pattern of the larks warbling as they danced above the vineyards.

“Glaring at the road won't make time go faster, love,” Lucien said, strolling into the sitting room with an amused grin. In his hand, he brought a gold tray filled with plums, dates, and honeyed bread.

“Then perhaps you ought to give me some suggestions of what to do instead of being a smartass,” she retorted, nostrils flaring. Her mate chuckled and Elain clicked her tongue, displeased. She wouldn't let him goad her. “I'm tired of waiting. They should have arrived yesterday.”

“And they would have, had the dam not burst.” He offered her the gold tray, leaning down to match her height. Elain took a plum and sank her teeth into it with a disgruntled sigh. Winter was upon the Day Court and the weather had taken a turn for the worse, with rain so heavy the rivers had overflown.

“Don't remind me. I should be there helping the people of the villages caught in the waters, not sitting here bored out of my mind.” She placed the half-eaten plum back on the tray and exhaled, crossing her arms. “Do they have enough blankets, food, and water? Do we have a total tally of the dead already?”

Lucien took a seat on the other side of the chaise, gently lifting her feet and placing them on her lap.

“Yes to the supplies, no to the dead. There’s a lot of mud still but… We are looking. Hopefully, we will know by tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. I will tell you when we have more information.” He rubbed the sole of her feet and Elain sighed, melting into the chaise. “Don’t worry too much. You need to rest and relax. Healer's orders, remember?.”

“Yes, yes, nothing too strenuous or stressful until our child is born.” She placed a hand on her large, round belly, a tiny smile blooming as she look down. “One more month, hear me, sweetling? Just one more month.”

Elain felt the discreet humming of pure, unadulterated joy through the mating bond, now stronger than ever before. She need not look up to know he would be grinning at the sight of her, never mind that her hair was as tangled as a bird’s nest and that she looked like she could fill a whole bathtub.

On one particularly bad morning, she had looked at her reflection in their bedroom mirror and burst into tears. Suddenly the Day Court and the Red Palace fell away and she was again a little girl in the Archeron’s Manor drawing room, surrounded by strangers as her mother paraded her around. Yes, was her daughter not beautiful? Was she not a maid worth of song and poetry, a muse to the ailing artists? Soon she would be of age to wed and my – whatever man would not want a lovely young bride of good breeding at their arm?

And with each agreement, with each compliment, Carys patted herself on the back for giving birth and raising such a lovely child.

Nesta was for bloody conquest; Feyre was for the wolves. Elain, however, Elain was for beauty.

“That’s all you are, my little fawn, and all you will ever be.”

She hadn’t thought of her mother in many years, the shadows of her contempt hissing away from the shining light of happiness and contentment Elain found in her home, in her friends, in her mate, and in her work as Princess of the Day Court. Memories of Carys were like poison, spoiling everything they touched, and every day Elain fought to keep the lid on them closed.

But at that moment, looking into the mirror, so close to motherhood herself, she faltered in her eternal struggle and the memories came rushing in, unbound.

Lucien winnowed in then, clothes and face still speckled with mud from riding and checking the vineyards, feeling her distress through the bond, almost knocking over a lovely Xian vase in his rush to get to her. He kneeled at Elain's side, commanding all the handmaids to flee with his gaze alone, and gathered her in his muscled arms.

Lucien lifted her up, muttering sweet words into her hair as he brought her to rest in their large, canopied bed. He did not say much – he knew no words could console Elain then – but he enveloped her in his arms and his mere presence, his hand lovingly caressing her naked back, grounded and calmed her heart.

“What happened, Elain?” He asked when she had calmed down, her sobbing reduced to sniffles. “You were fine when I left in the morning. What has distressed you so, love?”

Elain wiped away a tear with her hand, lips trembling. “I was just looking in the mirror, seeing how much I had changed and I just – I remembered my mother, Lucien. I could hear her stand behind me, criticizing me and my looks. That’s all you are, my little fawn, and all you will ever be. Why did you let this happen to you? And I –” She swallowed a sob, blinking rapidly, trying to banish the tears. “I just couldn’t. It was like I was a child again, listening to her deriding words.”

“Look at me,” he said, gently placing his hands on her cheeks and nudging her towards him. Through her blurry vision, Elain stared into the bottomless warmth of her mate’s eyes. “You are Elain Archeron, Princess of the Day Court and its future High Lady. Before that, you helped save this land twice over: first from the King of Hybern, then from a deathless god. You didn't rely on your beauty to achieve any of these feats, but rather on your sharp mind and your kind heart. Our people love you because you care for them, because you spend sleepless nights with me thinking of the best solutions for their problems. You are already so much more than your mother thought you would ever be.”

“But what if I become like her?” She whispered, voice coated with despair. “I don’t want to be for our child the kind of mother she was to me, to end my life on an unkept grave my own children don’t care enough to visit.”

“And what if I become like Beron?” Lucien said in lieu of answering. “Helion might be my sire, but Beron was my father for far, far longer.”

Elain gasped in outrage, the mere idea an unforgivable insult.

“Never!” She said fervently, clutching the front of his toga. “You are kind, wise, and fair. You have so much love in you to give, so much warmth. Never could you be like that monster.”

“Isn’t it the same for you, though?” He placed a kiss on her forehead. “And besides, you have something your mother never had: friends and family who will be there to tell you when you cross a line and bring you back to your senses.”

“That sounds good to me,” she answered with a chuckle, already feeling lighter.

Elain closed her eyes and leaned against her mate's chest, allowing the comforting music of his heartbeat to lull her into sleep.

That had been almost a month ago. Now, watching him here, under the faint winter sun, happy to just fill her cravings whenever she demanded and stay by her side when the days were harder, she couldn’t help but wonder how it was possible to love someone so much.

She looked towards the window, to the large open world ahead, and gasped as she saw a carriage cresting the hill.

“Lucien, Lucien! Get up and help me!” Elain said, startling him. “They are here!”

༻ ❁ ༺

The carriage came to a halt by the Red Palace’s main entrance. It was large and gilded, with the Day Court’s sunburst insignia emblazoned on the door, all embossed with ivy, exploding suns, and pegasus. No one would think it out of place as an illustration in a book of fairy tales.

One of the coachmen jumped from his seat and bowed deeply to Elain and Lucien, muttering a polite greeting. He went to open the door, but one of the people inside beat him to it, pushing it open and stepping out onto the first step of a small, wrought iron ladder.

“Hello strangers,” the Queen of Scythia said, a radiant grin revealing all the wrinkles around her mouth, her eyes, and her forehead. Her fiery hair was already streaked with silver, already losing its luster. “Long time no see.”

“Vassa!” Elain cried, opening her arms to greet her friend. “You came!”

“Of course I did,” Vassa said with a snort, jumping off the ladder and wrapping her arms around Elain. “You were there for me when Marya was born. However could I not be here for the birth of your first child? Now, are you well? Eating properly, staying hydrated?” She paused, eyebrows rising. “Resting?”

“You of all people telling me to rest? You?” Elain mimicked Vassa’s expression, crossing her arms. “Do you really want to go there, Vassa?”

“Yes, Elain, please tell her that,” Jurian said cheerily, coming out of the vehicle and thanking the coachmen for their services. He stood behind his wife, placing a hand on her shoulders. “I have tried, but she insists on arguing with me instead of just agreeing — even though I’m, of course, right.”

Vassa rolled her eyes and opened her mouth to retort, but Lucien cut in, sharp as a razor. “No. Stop. Don't even begin this right on our front door. You can take this to a bedroom if need be, yours is already set.”

“Not all our arguments lead to sex, mind,” Vassa snapped, huffing indignantly. “Sometimes they are just that: arguments.”

Jurian snorted, earning himself a glare that screamed do not say a word.

“Yes, I’m sure they don’t,” Lucien said drily, lifting an eyebrow.

Elain glanced around, noticing that the coachmen and the surrounding household staff that had come out to greet the Queen and the Warlord of Scythia were growing redder by the second. Some even seemed to be looking for places where they could bury themselves and disappear.

“Why don’t we take this inside? I have ordered the staff to prepare lunch for us. You must be hungry after so long on the road.” She chimed in, motioning towards the Red Palace. All three heads turned to her. “Please. I cannot stay standing for too long, remember?”

Vassa cleared her throat, having the grace to look embarrassed. “Ah yes, of course. Lunch would be delightful, thank you.”

Elain nodded and headed inside the Palace, leading them to a gallery overlooking the gardens. As they passed through the columns and latticed windows, Vassa fell into step beside Elain as Lucien and Jurian walked ahead, chatting animatedly.

“So, how are you feeling, truly?” Vassa asked, clasping her hands behind her back.

“Tired,” Elain said with a sigh. “Sleeping is uncomfortable. Some days I wake up and my back is killing me.”

“It will be over soon,” Vassa said reassuringly. “Then you'll have a precious little youngling in your arms to love and cherish. I will never forget the moment I first held Marya.”

Elain giggled, covering her mouth with her hand. “How is Masha doing? Still being contrarian?"

“She has calmed down considerably since I gave her and Dastan their own household, enough that I've left her in charge of affairs at home with my chancellor's supervision.” Vassa smiled, blue eyes sparkling with pride. “She will make a fine queen.”

“Not for many years, though.” Elain didn't like to dwell on Marya being queen, nor to hear Vassa speaking of her succession. Much as she loved little Masha, her ascension meant her best friend was no longer in this world.

“Oh, no, ” Vassa agreed. “Not until all my hairs have turned gray and I have an army of grandchildren to spoil.”

“Cauldron, you sound just like Helion and Phoebe.”

“Of course I do. We all have excellent taste.”

Elain laced her arm with Vassa, their laugh reverberating through the palace, filling it with color.

༻ ❁ ༺

Elain went into labor on a late winter afternoon, almost as the turn of the season was upon them. Feyre and Nesta had descended upon the Red Palace weeks back and, together with Vassa, kept Elain company. Nuan dropped by every now and then, often bearing small mechanical contraptions that included a shining new crib and a small pegasus automaton.

All four of them had been in the room with Elain at one point, holding her hand and encouraging her. But as the labor went on, they started to take turns so they could rest, drink some water, and eat. Only Lucien remained at his mate’s side at all times, holding her hand and wiping the sweat off her forehead.

He felt her pain through the mating bond and desperately wished he could take it all away, or at the very least share in the burden. Yet even the mating bond had its limitations.

At least the torrent of different emotions coming from his mate helped in keeping him distracted from his own fear. Elain had been steadfast in not wishing to know their child’s future and intertwined as they were with her own, they had no clue how the birthing would go. The memory of Feyre’s ordeal haunted him, as did his mother’s many failed, difficult pregnancies.

Even with the healers around, Lucien was terrified it would be enough to save his mate if it came to that.

In silence, he prayed to the Mother.

Two entire days they spent like that. On the morning of the third day, the cloudy weather that had persisted for most of the season dissipated, giving way to bright, clear blue skies.

The sun rose high amidst the clouds, burning gold, to greet its new Princess.

“She’s beautiful,” Elain said, unable to look away from her daughter. The little girl was safely cocooned in a white linen blanket, quiet for the time being. The three of them were alone in the rooms, the others retiring to rest and allow the new parents privacy with their child.

She was exhausted, more than she ever remembered being, but looking at her little girl’s wrinkled little face filled her heart with so much joy she did not know what to do with it. She wished she could get up, walk outside, and plant them on the land so every living being partake in her happiness.

“She is,” Lucien agreed, running his finger through her wisps of dark red hair. “Hello, little sunshine. It’s good to finally meet you. I'm your papa, Lucien and this is your mama, Elain.”

“And you, my sweet girl, are our little sunshine, our beloved little girl,” she whispered, placing a kiss on the newborn's forehead. “Our Nahida.”

Basking in the soft reassurance of her parents' boundless love, Nahida, Princess of the Day Court, fell into a deep, sweet sleep.

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