#period romance novels

[artismyhammer]

The next writer who uses the phrase "reformed rakes make the best husbands" I SWEAR TO GOD

[forsythiaproductions]

This is the entire premise of the game. Hugo's "unintentionally" gay thoughts are the sole reason why this game exists.

We had to make it JUST so he can figure it out.

Please figure it out 💀

Of Sense and Soul: A Queer Victorian Romance Game 💌 Follow our Kickstarter (Launching July 12th!) Play our demo | Get our newsletter

[4ever-feral]

The sluttiest thing a man can do is walk across a misty field in an unbuttoned white shirt at dawn.

[bellesdiaries]

Nathan and Elizabeth || What Goes Around

[aroaessidhe]

2023 reads // twitter thread

To Shape A Dragon’s Breath

YA fantasy

a young Indigenous girl finds & bonds with a dragon hatchling - the first time in many generations for her people - and is required to go to the coloniser’s dragon academy in their mainland city, to learn how to raise her dragon and the science of its magic

historical inspired setting on the cusp of industrial revolution with steampunk vibes

bi polyamorous MC, Black lesbian SC, nonverbal autistic SC

[luxaofhesperides]

Vampires of El Norte by Isabel Cañas

Nine years divided them, but time meant nothing to hands: her fingers interlaced with his as naturally as if they were eight years old, or ten, or thirteen. Palm to palm, thumb over thumb. A bridge between them.

[for-the-sake-of-color]

Sgt. Yurand and Cpt. Jet at 79's in:

Something to be said for Style

Captain Jet had his arms up in the air, standing at the end of the table in mid shout when he saw his perfect example start to walk by, "Hey!" He shouted at the soldier, "C'mere, come on, here," He said as he dragged the startled trooper by the shoulder, drunkenly stumbling in his urgency to show everyone, "See! See look at this guy! This is what the fuck I'm talking about! There's the beard, shoulder pad instead of pauldron, Kama and uhhhhh kinda purple!" Jet said as he pointed at each bit in turn, "You see, THIS is Style! And none of you ingrates," And at this he was pointing at the other purple troopers around the table, "appreciates it like, uh, what's your name?" "Yurand si-" Jet interrupted him to continue to shout, "Like Captain Yurand here!!!! Not a single-" "Sergeant," the trooper interrupted him right back, to a drunken "Huh?" "It's Sergeant Yurand, sir," Captain Jet stood, blinking blankly for a second at this soldier he had pulled straight out of the crowd completely unexpectedly, and then replied excitedly, "They should Promote you! You deserves a Promotion!" and then let the trooper go with a toasting cheer that his similarly drunken squad echoed right back, before he promptly started arguing about something completely unrelated with one of the troopers at the far end of the table, Leaving Sergeant Yurand to walk back off to a much quieter corner of the bar with the faint hope for that guy to maybe go get a glass of water.

AHHHHHHH okay so I was just going to do a quick character headshot (sorry Yurand no pun intended) of @wackylurker 's OC Yurand as a gift when I went to check his character info tag and realized I had him filed under 'Captain' in my head instead of his actual rank of Sergeant and I thought it would be rather funny if Jet made the same blunder just based on the fact Yurand has a shoulder pad too and wrote a short little thing about it

Jet likes to think having a shoulder pad instead of a more traditional pauldron like Rex makes him cooler as a Captain, and his squad rarely agrees, smh. And just like the stereotype of the drunk girl telling you how pretty you are in the bathroom of the party, Jet really should go drink a water or three before his ass falls over

No patch version:

AHHHH I hope I got his design right/did it justice!!!!!!! and that you like it!!!!

[dramaism]

"hidden love" is soooo cute!!!! it's sweet, heartwhelming and warm. i love both leads, peak sibling energy and their slowly developing chemistry. and ML is so goooood! he's gentle, VERY caring and sweet - i'd fallen in love with him too if i were her lol. i can see that it'll be a short nice drama with slowburn romance and healthy relationships and i'm here for it!

also look at these special posters!!! can't wait for the rest of the eps to drop 🫠🫠🫠

[djscratch]

Jane Eyre (2011) dir. Cary Joji Fukunaga

[not-poignant]

Excerpt from Tradewinds, coming January 31st:

A sudden, heavy flapping sound; distressed wing-beats. Matan looked up, alarmed, to see Udir in true-form, winging low towards the caravans at speed. Matan saw dark flecks of liquid shaken off Udir’s body with every stroke of his wings. He was bleeding. He’d been wounded. Pale yellow eyes barely took him in, a beak open and sharp tongue panting. Instead of executing a neat landing, Udir slammed straight into the second caravan, leaving a smear of blood on the tarp. He fell in a flutter of wings as Matan rushed towards him. ‘Udir! Are you all right?’ The great, injured bird said nothing. A patch of ivory-cream feathers on Udir’s chest were stained dark with blood. Udir wasn’t shifting back into hybrid or human-form because he was in too much pain. Everyone knew that when a shifter wouldn’t change back, they were trying to use their true-form to handle the worst of an injury. ‘Hey,’ Matan said, making his voice soothing. ‘Hey it’s okay. It’s going to be all right.’ He had no idea what he was talking about. He stiffened and looked around for any signs of birds or fae approaching, anyone who wanted to do them harm. There was no one around. He carefully tried to reach for Udir, wanting to pull him out of the churned up dirt at least, but Udir’s hooked beak went for him, snapping weakly. Then he stumbled, a wing stretching out to stop him from falling sideways. Matan clambered up the second caravan, ready to wake Biani and Mara, when Red and Kaulo arrived – huge shadows in the sky that made Matan cringe and feel a terrible, primitive fear. They landed, changing into human-form immediately. ‘Pack up! We’re leaving now!’ Kaulo shouted, and he disappeared into the second caravan. ‘Come here, Udir,’ Red said, approaching Udir, a stern look on his face. Udir wasn’t listening to any of them, eyes wild. Red didn’t flinch when he took a nasty beak slash to the arm. His movements were steady as he firmly grasped Udir in his hands. ‘That’s it,’ Red said softly, arm bleeding as Udir struggled in his grip. ‘We’re getting out of here, Udir. Calm down.’

Hurt/comfort in a Fae Tales story? It's more likely than you'd think!

[gildedrazzmatazz]

A Room with a View (1985)

[deanmarywinchester]

im absolutely dying to read someone who has interesting things to say about historical fiction talk about bridgerton. if anyone has any good essays please send them my way

[adaptations-polls]

Which version of this do you prefer?

[baby-girl-aaron-dessner]

Happy 211th anniversary to the grandmother of the enemies-to-lovers trope, Pride & Prejudice by Jane Austen.

[fairychium]

“Could there be finer symptoms? Is not general incivility the very essence of love?”

Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

[checkoutmybookshelf]

You Have My Attention: Dangerous Damsels First Lines

India Holton's Dangerous Damsels books were a DELIGHTFUL discovery for me, and she's one of those authors whose writing style I genuinely adore so much that I caught myself reading for the writing. I would read a paragraph, luxuriate in the way this author constructs a sentence, then realize I got to read that paragraph AGAIN because I was so wrapped up in the technical aspects of the writing that I'd missed the plot. I adore the way these books are written, and they had me at hello. So how did these books catch me? Let's look at their first lines.

There was no possibility of walking to the library that day. Morning rain had blanched the air, and Miss Darlington feared that if Cecilia ventured out she would develop a cough and be dead within the week. Therefore Cecilia was at home, sitting with her aunt in a room ten degrees colder than the streets of London, and reading aloud The Song of Hiawatha by "that American rogue, Mr. Longfellow," when the strange gentleman knocked at their door.

-- The Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels

Charlotte could listen no more in silence. For several minutes now a young man at the teahouse counter had been abusing a waiter with language that pierced her soul. She tried to behave as the other customers and look away--after all, who did not understand the pain of being disappointed in one's hopes for a warm current scone? But finally her patience broke, and she simple had to speak by such means as were within her reach--namely a volume of Dickens she had been reading over tea and sandwiches.

-- The League of Gentlewomen Witches

It was the best of dress shops, it was the worst of dress shops. It sold the most beautiful garments, it sold the ugliest scraps, and Miss Primula Tewkes fell in love and despair as she walked amongst its displays. Her maid, Alice Dearlove, followed like a shadow, black-garbed and silent, arms full of hatboxes. Primula declared herself to be in Heaven, but Alice privately wished the lady would go direct the other way.

-- The Secret Service of Tea and Treason