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aurorawest · 4 months

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Reading update

Light Up the Lamp by Kit Oliver - 5/5 stars

Kit Oliver can do no wrong, I guess. I figured I'd like this one a lot given that I loved her other two novels, but hockey books usually aren't five star reads for me. Along comes this book! Unrelentingly lovely, and even though I knew it was going to have an HEA, I still found myself worried that Gil wasn't going to figure shit out.

The Faerie Hounds of York by Arden Powell - 5/5 stars

Gorgeous book that read like a dreamy, dark fairy tale. The first book by Arden Powell I read was really funny, and this was like the complete opposite. Powell has range! This one is sad, but still has a happy ending. If you like Emily Tesh's Greenhollow Duology, I highly recommend this one. They're definitely in the same vein.

Deosil by Jordan L Hawk - 4.75/5 stars

I was SO SAD to get to the end of this series. Whyborne, Griffin, Christine, Iskander, Persephone, Maggie, Niles...I could go on, I love them all. It's hard to say good-bye but they all got a wonderful ending.

The Inside Edge by Ashlyn Kane - 3/5 stars

The Taste of Desert Green by Kim Fielding - 4.25/5 stars

Your Lonely Nights Are Over by Adam Sass - 1/5 stars

Crushed Ice by Ashlyn Kane and Morgan James - 4/5 stars

Roustabout by Morgan Brice - 3/5 stars

Prince in Disguise by Tavia Lark - 5/5 stars

Loved this one just as much as the first in the series. I expected the Draskorans to be...idk, like stereotype fantasy barbarians, so it was extremely refreshing that they weren't.

Old Time Religion by EH Lupton - 5/5 stars

Ahhhhhhhh I love this series!! I really really enjoyed the first book, and I loved this one even more. Really good, really original. I can't recommend this one and Dionysus in Wisconsin enough!

A Thief and a Gentleman by Arden Powell - 3.5/5 stars

The Devil to Pay by Katie Daysh - 4.75/5 stars

If you like Patrick O'Brian but find yourself thinking, surely this could be more gay? Then Katie Daysh's books are for you. This is the second in the series and I was delighted to learn yesterday from her newsletter that she's working on the third, because I definitely am not ready for the series to end! The first book was from Nightingale's POV (there might have been some bits from Courtney's POV? But not many), and this one is entirely from Courtney's. Courtney and Nightingale didn't actually get to spend much time together in this one so I hope they catch more of a break in book 3.

Lord of Eternal Night by Ben Alderson - DNF at pg 6

The Engineer by CS Poe - 4/5 stars

The Larks Still Bravely Singing by Aster Glenn Gray - 5/5 stars

If you're not reading Aster Glenn Gray yet, why not? Why not??? Seriously, if you like Cat Sebastian, PLEASE give Aster Glenn Gray a try. I have yet to read a book by the woman that isn't gorgeous. This book is set right at the tail end of WWI and into the interwar period and is about two young English men who were injured and invalided out of the army. They're both disabled (Robert, the POV character, is missing a leg, and David is missing a hand) and have PTSD.

Also recommended if you like KJ Charles's Will Darling Adventures trilogy. The Larks Still Bravely Singing is just straight historical romance, not romantic suspense, but it deals with similar themes.

Guardians of Dawn: Zhara by S Jae-Jones - DNF at pg 24

Mr Warren's Profession by Sebastian Nothwell - 4.75/5 stars

LOVED this book. I think it's the only historical romance I've read that uses the Industrial Revolution so heavily in the plot, which I really enjoyed. Plus, gorgeous cover.

Honey Mead Murder by Dahlia Donovan - DNF at pg 5

A Market of Dreams and Destiny by Trip Galey - 3.25/5 stars

String Theory by Ashlyn Kane and Morgan James - 3.75/5 stars

One Night in Hartswood by Emma Denny - 5/5 stars

I honestly don't know why, when I received this book in like, November, I didn't immediately put it on the top of my TBR pile. I knew I was going to love it; I was super excited to get my copy. Every time I've shuffled my TBR (like, my actual physical TBR...it's a whole thing...it's actually been mistaken for my full book collection but haha no that's just 200 books I haven't read yet sitting on my stairs...), I've lamented that it's not closer to the top. And then I realized, this is literally my TBR and my own weird fake rules that I've made up about it, so I can actually just pull it from the stack and read it now. So I did!

And yeah, I loved it. So much. Raff and Penn will probably live rent free in my mind forever, not to mention Ash and Lily. I loved the medieval setting (another setting you don't see much in queer historical romance!) and how it really felt like a different world than ours. Plus I'm a sucker for road trip romances. And daddy issues. And horrific scars.

And ugh, the training scenes. The sexual tension. The PINING. Masterfully done. Chef's kiss.

Also we're going to find out who Oliver was, right? RIGHT??? And what happened to Penn's brother?

Out of Touch by Michael Sarais - DNF at pg 7

The Long Call by Ann Cleeves - 4.25/5 stars

Always enjoy a mystery that's well-paced and well-written. I've never actually read anything by Ann Cleeves but I'm going to pick up the rest of this series.

The Death I Gave Him by Em X Liu - DNF at pg 284

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smolcrow465 · 1 year

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an old lark meme to get something in his tag lmao

meet my son, everyone. he's horrible & I love him 💜

#my boy he has so many problems 💜#original character #fairy #faerie #what else do i tag this as 💀#meme #knife tw #gods this is old lmao. still a goodie tho #my art #corvid scribbles #the plank #cruciatus: graduation #oc: lark #group: carnival

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livvyhollis · 2 years

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The cover for In the Shadow of the Lark: Part One and Two is here! I’m in love with how it turned out 😍 Art by Luisa Galstyan

#fantasy #writing #booksbooksbooks #fae #forest #fae folk #faery folk #blue #in the shadow of the lark #magic #ya fantasy #book cover

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ofoceansandtombsanew · 6 months

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obsessed with the idea of seelie faerie prince gojou, as charming and as tricksy as all fae are. his snow-white hair eye catching and his azure eyes like gems pressed into his flesh

seelie prince satoru whose very birth shook faerieland as foretold by the stars red, blue and purple stars that soared through the sky the night of his birth

seelie prince satoru who is much more observant than his penchant for revels and merrymaking belies

seelie prince satoru who relishes in obnoxiously getting under the skin of the gentry of his court with his radical ideas that challenge the traditions that have been established for centuries

seelie prince satoru whose court is filled with political strife between three major families- the gojou, zenin and kamo. and it's really just his look this particular luck that he's bleeding out after a particularly harrowing attempt on his life. must have been that petty bastard naoya but in this particular moment, numb from poison and with a bloodied torso it really isn't going to do him any good trying to figure out who sent the now dead assassin after him

he won't die from this, he's been developing an immunity to poison. but even so, this is tough on his body as he sits in a misty forest waiting for the poison to wear off on his body with the scent of iron strong in the air

that's when he sees something that any faerie would consider the worst omen ー he sees you.

faeries are immortal folk. unless someone goes out of their way to kill them, they never die. it's what makes them stronger, far further creatures than humans with their insect-length lifespans

seelie prince satoru who even with his eyes, it's difficult seeing you clearly with poison muddling his senses but he sees the tell-tell white hair and gray skin and he knows you're a banshee

seelie prince satoru who chuckles humorlessly as he accepts that apparently, his luck has run out

he's sure of this as you slowly come closer and closer until he sees you much more clearly. your eyes are bloodshot, as to be expected of your kind. but your eyes might be the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. they're a pale lilac and your pupils are a ghostly white, shockingly light against the reds of your eyes but even that looks beautiful. he never cared particularly for the color red before but in this moment he can understand why red caps crave the color so and satoru thinks that if he is going to hear those damning cries that will seal his fate in this instant, he's glad it's you

banshees were human women that died in grief, right? that died tragedy before the grace of the gods turned them fae. death is a beautiful look on you but he wonders what you'd look if you were still colored in the shades of life that once blossomed over you like spring blooms

and so you part your lips... but rather than wail and scream, announcing to the headless riders of faerie that death is near, death is coming for gojou satoru your eyebrows knit in worry and you ask

"are you alright?" as you kneel by his side, reaching for his wounds carefully. your voice is honestly akin to hearing birdsong in the night, a juxtaposition he wasn't prepared for. "here, let me help you"

apparently the seelie prince's luck is greater still. death won't come for him yet. instead, he's become a hypocrite. an unintelligent hypocrite but he can't quite seem to make himself care in this instance when he is tended to by your cold but gentle touch and your lark-like voice drips like honey from your lips.

whether it's folk or mortal, satoru likens love to a curse that makes those around him stupid. a curse that leads to betrayals, war and frankly too much strife he desires to deal with

yet in this moment, that very curse seemed to course through his veins

stupid is as stupid does, seelie prince satoru's lips part and he asks you as if enraptured in a spell "please marry me and i'll love you more faithfully than any man, fae or otherwise"

as for you... you're simply a banshee who just happened to be in this forest when you spotted an injured elf in the distance and decided to see if he'd accept your help if he didn't outright lose his mind in fear at the sight of you. you think he might have considering the words that left his mouth

it must be the blood loss talking

unfortunately for you and much to the aggravation of suguru and kento, seelie prince satoru's most trusted advisors, satoru was very much serious and fervently keeps referring to you as his future queen when you haven't even accepted the proposal

seelie prince satoru who insists you stay in his palace, at the very least until after a revel in a few moons time he wishes to throw in your honor. as thanks for treating his injuries which are still healing, might he add. anything could happen, what if a banshee needs to herald his death and one isn't around? he would also like the time to woo you over. please? just until then

seelie prince satoru who ignores the ardent whispers that it is bad luck for a banshee to be so close the prince. that insist that death fae are like roaches. surely if one appears, there will be more banshee and dullahan that follow

seelie prince satoru who coldly states that any such insult toward the woman who saved his life will find those who said them hearing the chilling cries they so fear sooner than they'd enjoy

#look she's writing #ish #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo x reader #gojou x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo satoru x reader #faeries #seelie #unseelie #banshee #i've been obsessed with faeries and mythology since i was a child and banshees are one of my favs not sorry #pls allow a hoe to indulge #lovesick gojo #he makes his advisors sick they're so fucking done with him #jjk faerie au

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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year

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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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The Chronicles of Faerie by O. R. Melling (1993-2003)

American Gwen and her Irish cousin, Findabhair, have long planned a summer of backpacking around Ireland, visiting sites out of the old legends of fairy folk. Little do they know that it is the summer of the Hunter's Moon, a dangerous time for mortals who meddle with the kingdom of Faerie. One night, camping out on old ruins, Finn is kidnapped by the Faerie king, who wants her for a bride and possible sacrifice. It is up to Gwen, the more indecisive of the two, to rescue her cousin.

The Farsala Trilogy by Hilari Bell (2003-2006)

Stories are told of a hero who will come to Farsala's aid when the need is greatest. But for thousands of years the prosperous land of Farsala has felt no such need, as it has enjoyed the peace that comes from being both feared and respected.

Now a new enemy approaches Farsala's borders, one that neither fears nor respects its name and legend. But the rulers of Farsala still believe that they can beat any opponent.

Three young people are less sure of Farsala's invincibility. Jiaan, Soraya, and Kavi see Time's Wheel turning, with Farsala headed toward the Flames of Destruction. What they cannot see is how inextricably their lives are linked to Farsala's fate -- until it's too late.

Everworld by K. A. Applegate (1999-2001)

David’s life was pretty normal. School. Friends. Girlfriend. Actually, Senna was probably the oddest aspect of his life. She was beautiful. Smart. But there was something very different about her. Something strange.

And on the day it began, everything happened so quickly. One moment, Senna was with him. The next, she was swallowed up by the earth, her screams echoing from far, far away. David couldn’t just let her go. Neither could the others. His friends—and hers. So, they followed. And found themselves in a world they could have never imagined.

Now they have to find Senna and get home without losing their lives. Or their minds. Or both…

The Wizard Knight by Gene Wolfe (2004)

A young man in his teens is transported from our world to a magical realm that contains seven levels of reality. Very quickly transformed by magic into a grown man of heroic proportions, he takes the name Able and sets out on a quest to find the sword that has been promised to him, a sword he will get from a dragon, the one very special blade that will help him fulfill his life ambition to become a knight and a true hero.

Inside, however, Able remains a boy, and he must grow in every sense to survive the dangers and delights that lie ahead in encounters with giants, elves, wizards, and dragons.

Star Wars: Jedi Apprentice by Dave Wolverton and Jude Watson (1999-2002)

Twelve-year-old Obi-Wan Kenobi desperately wants to be a Jedi Knight. After years at the Jedi Temple, he knows the power of the lightsaber and the Force. But he cannot control his own anger and fear. Because of this, the Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn will not take him on as a Padawan apprentice.

Now Obi-Wan is about to have his first encounter with true evil. He must face off against unexpected enemies--and face up to his own dark wishes.

Only then can his education as a Jedi truly begin.

Skylark by Meagan Spooner (2012-2014)

For fifteen years, Lark Ainsley waited for the day when her Resource would be harvested and she would finally be an adult. After the harvest she expected a small role in the regular, orderly operation of the City within the Wall. She expected to do her part to maintain the refuge for the last survivors of the Wars. She expected to be a tiny cog in the larger clockwork of the city. Lark did not expect to become the City's power supply. For fifteen years, Lark Ainsley believed in a lie. Now she must escape the only world she's ever known...or face a fate more unimaginable than death.

Westmark by Lloyd Alexander (1981-1984)

When Theo agrees to print a traveling showman's pamphlet, he only thinks of the money it will bring in. Instead, it sets off a chain reaction that results in the smashing of the press and the murder of his master. Caught on the wrong side of the law, Theo must flee the city. Soon, he has teamed up with the traveling showman Count Las Bombas (who is actually a con artist) and his servant. The trio is soon joined by Mickle, a clever, strong-willed girl with a mysterious past. Performing feats that astound and amaze, the motley crew falls into a trap set by Chief Minister Cabbarus, who is determined to wrest power from the grief-stricken king. Now they must not only save themselves-they must save the kingdom...

The Goblin Wood by Hilari Bell (2003-2011)

One terrible day, Makenna, a young hedgewitch, witnesses her mother's murder at the hands of their own neighbors. Stricken with grief and rage, Makenna flees the village that has been her home. In the wilds of the forest, she forms an unexpected alliance. Leading an army of clever goblins, Makenna skillfully attacks the humans, now their shared enemy.

What she doesn't realize is that the ruling Hierarchy is determined to rid the land of all magical creatures, and they believe Makenna is their ultimate threat - so they have sent a young knight named Tobin into the Goblin Wood to entrap her.

In this captivating fantasy adventure, the difference between Bright and Dark magic is as deceptive as our memories, hopes, and fears -- and the light of loyalty and friendship has a magic all of its own.

A young hedgewitch, an idealistic knight, and an army of clever goblins fight against the ruling hierarchy that is trying to rid the land of all magical creatures.

Hexwood by Diana Wynne Jones (1993)

When Controller Borasus receives a strange letter from Earth he is both curious and alarmed. Someone has activated an ancient machine and is using it for most trivial purposes. Surely no one would dare to tamper with Reigner seals in this way? Yet the effects of such interference resonate throughout the universe, so he decides to go to Hexwood Farm to investigate…

On Hexwood Estate, Ann watches the mysterious comings and goings with interest. She knows something deadly is going on – or is Hexwood simply altering her too?

Guides for Dating Vampires by D. N. Bryn (2022-present)

Vincent Barnes has suffered four years as a vampire, and they’ve been the most miserable years of his pathetic life. Too poor for black market blood, he feeds from sleeping humans to survive. He tries to never intrude on the same prey twice, but after a single delicious taste of a long-lost childhood neighbor, he can’t help returning for seconds.

Wesley Garcia has been waking up with fang marks. Lucky for him, he needs a vampire—to use as bait. He’s certain Vitalis-Barron Pharmaceutical killed his mother, but to gain access to their covert research labs, he has to bring them a bloodsucker for their experiments.

Step one, a dramatic offer: Stay, and you can bite me.

Vincent leaps at the chance to gobble Wesley up.

Wes’s plan is perfect. He’ll befriend the vampire, then trick him into coming to the lab. No fighting, no fuss. But Vincent is more than Wesley has bargained for: sweet and shy, with intoxicating fangs that awaken new desires in Wes. As the two bond, Vincent believes he might have finally found someone worth putting his trust in... and Wes fears neither of them will survive the betrayal he has planned.

#best fantasy book #poll #the chronicles of faerie #the farsala trilogy #everworld #the wizard knight #star wars: jedi apprentice #skylark #westmark #the goblin wood #hexwood #guides for dating vampires

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primordialsoundmeditation · 9 months

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🕯️Let’s go

To where the magic waits for us

Where our hopes, our dreams

Our wishes. Come true. 🪄✨

A little blessing written by Athey Thompson

Art by the talented Lavender & Lark, she creates the loveliest hares & faery folk, using the old method of needle felting.

Take a little look on her page.

Lavender & Lark

Tales of the old Forest Faeries

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Rating: 4/5

Book Blurb:

New York Times bestselling author A.G. Howard continues her dark, compelling YA fantasy series about twins separated by a family curse.

Nix Loring stepped into Mystiquel to face the Goblin King and break her family's curse. When she found her twin, Lark, held captive for three years and forced to power the magical realm with her imagination, Nix offered herself up in her sister's place.

Now, Nix wants nothing more than to be home with the people she loves. Instead, she's tasked to create beauty from a world fallen to desolation. She finds herself drawn to the faerie creatures under her care-and even reluctantly drawn to the Goblin King himself. But how can she rebuild the very realm that tore her family apart?

Back home, her uncle and boyfriend desperately plan a rescue. But Lark, having learned Nix was meant to be the Goblin King's captive in the first place, resents how her twin stole everything belonging to her during her absence. Worse yet, Lark harbors an unspeakable secret that could destroy what little she has left.

As time draws closer to the rescue, Lark grapples with the darkness growing inside: should she help save her sister, or finally get her revenge?

Set in a gritty, atmospheric world filled with magical creatures, New York Times bestselling author A.G. Howard concludes her thrilling fantasy duology full of romance, twists, and betrayals.

Review:

Picking up where the first book left off, two twins swap lives, one thrust back into a human world she's forgotten and another sacrificing herself to take her sister's place in the fairy realm as it's new architect.... yet their family curse must find a way to end and it can only end with one of them dying. Phoenix "Nix" Loring and her sister Lark have swapped places, ever since Nix took Lark's place in the fairy realm as it's new architect to stop the rot that was growing and to help the Goblin King fix it.... she still yearns to go back to the human world. Meanwhile Lark, the other twin who has only ever known the fairy realm... who's own blood is now different is forced to take Nix's role in the human world while her heart yearns to be back with the Goblin King. Lark and the Goblin king share a connection but Lark was not the twin meant to fix the fairy realm and so she was sent away... yet as she is back in the human world her body is changing... and shes no longer human. As Nix repairs the fairy realm she begins to discover her sister's dark secrets and the betrayals... all the while trying to stop an evil force hell bent on taking over. Can Nix and Lark find a way to end their family curse and get both their happily ever afters without sacrificing one another? This was a nice ending to the series and I was happy to see both sisters get their happily ever afters. I loved the first book and this was a nice twist to the original story and inspiration. It's a overall really interesting series and one I'd recommend for anyone who likes the Goblin Market/Labyrinth themed stories with a dash of romance and intrigue!

Release Date: September 17,2024

Publication/Blog: Ash and Books (ash-and-books.tumblr.com)

*Thanks Netgalley and Bloomsbury USA Children's Books | Bloomsbury YA for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

#book review #bookish #book #seasons of flesh and flame

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theboarsbride · 2 years

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Writeblr Introduction📚

Hey, hi, howdy! The name's Josephine, but feel free to call me Jojo (pronouns are she/her), your local monster enthusiast and DILF Collector!

My art and writing updates I post a lot on my social media accounts, which are as follows:

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I am ALWAYS down for chatting with and meeting other writers, and engaging with others’ content!! The primary genres I work with are:

- Horror (in varying genres, but primarily Gothic) - Paranormal - Monster Romance (I'm aroace as hell, so expect all my romances to be pretty 'clean' - AKA no erotica to be found here!) - Historical Fiction - Light Fantasy

If any of these genres interest you, feel free to keep on reading about my WIPs below the cut! Now about my general writing style...

Most of the stories I write are inspired by two things: fairytales and horror. A majority of my WIPs are either directly inspired or loosely based on some fairytale, folklore, or myth, and most are part of some genre of horror, whether it be Gothic, psychological, folk, survival, or supernatural. Also a lot of my writing influence comes from authors like Angela Carter, Sarah Waters, Caitlin Starling, Shirley Jackson, and Robin McKinley.

A list of my WIPs are below the cut!

Ghosts Plague These Halls || Novel || Gothic Romance + Historical (1890s) + Paranormal + Gothic Horror + Fairytale Retelling (Beauty and the Beast + Eros and Psyche) || 3rd Draft Edits + My Main WIP

Comp: Crimson Peak + The Bloody Chamber + La Belle et la Bete/Panna a Netvor

Whitechapel, London 1894. Sophie Wickes and her family struggle to survive, melancholy eats away at her father more and more with each passing day, and her passion for cultivating flowers procures no income. She must swallow her pride and set aside her hatred for England’s aristocracy when she’s offered a chance of employment by the reclusive Lord Edgar Cushing to tend the gardens of his Rosenthorne Hall. However, the estate, its gardens, and their master is nothing what Sophie expected. The house? Rotting, dilapidated, hideous. The gardens? The husk of something alive, whimsical, and beautiful. The master? Faceless, nothing more than a voice from the shadows. Despite her fear and anger, Sophie becomes enthralled by the garden’s potential for mystic, untainted beauty, and she develops a close friendship with Lord Cushing, even though he is nothing but a mere whisper of darkness that pleads for her to never seek him out. However, whatever enchantment the gardens and Lord Cushing’s voice bring her shatters as she begins to receive nightly visitations from a crooked-jawed phantom and butterflies who’s wings whisper of a bloody past and the truth behind the faceless lord's gentlemanly masquerade.

Temperance and Mr. Wyrm || Novella || Body Horror + (Monster) Romance + Drama + Magical Realism + Historical (1980s) + Fairytale Retelling (King Lindworm) || 2nd Draft edits

Comp: The Fly... but make it snakes.

In a loose (and bloody) retelling of the King Lindworm folktale set against the backdrop of 1980s Milwaukee, two people try to navigate their unorthodox romance while an arcane, snake-like infection afflicts, and starts to change, one of them. Temperance Cavell, a six-foot tall woman living in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, lives a quiet, unexciting, and demure existence running a convenience store with her mother. But despite her mother's overbearing nature, the nonstop caring of her ailing grandmother, and her near-nonexistent social life, she cannot complain. This life is quiet, she’s (somewhat) in control, and nothing is unexpected… That is until Jack Turner, the motorcycle-riding kleptomaniac with a heart of gold, bursts into her store one Saturday afternoon, and between them a romance reluctantly blooms. But such love is swiftly threatened to shatter when Jack’s body begins to betray him, contorting him into something that is completely, and utterly, non-human.

The Bones We Haunt || Novella || Gothic Horror + Historical Fiction + Period Drama + Romance || 1st Draft + A.K.A the WIP inspired byJojo simping for Ciarán Hinds

Comp: Jane Eyre + Bluebeard's Bride + The Death of Jane Lawrence + Mexican Gothic

November, 1899. While on holiday in Cambridge and attending museum lectures with her mother, Jane Sterling seeks to make this her chance to officially pursue her love of paleontology. While her family encourages the pursuit of passions and challenging rigid social norms, the institutes in place hinder her passion, making her resort to dressing brightly and speaking loudly for attention. Jane's chance comes to reveal itself in the form of the wealthy and reclusive Sir Terence Hayes, who’s come in search for her father, the esteemed paleobotonist Dr. Samson Sterling, to appraise fossils found in his garden. Her mother eagerly volunteers Jane to go in Dr. Sterling’s place as he remains ill in America, and Terence brings her to his isolated family's estate in the vast, deep, muddy marshes of Wolf’s Run. And the land is shrouded in urban legends. There are whispers of 'The Wolf's Run Beast,' the 'Monster of the Marshes,' that haunts the land under the cover of night, and as Terence leaves Jane to her work he is hell-bent that she's to return to Cambridge before nightfall. However, freak storms rage, causing the marshes' waters to rise and wash out the roads in flash floods before Jane has a chance to return, leaving her stranded at Wolf’s Run - and at the mercy of all that lurks there. As night looms, the staff hastily depart, an eerie silence falls, Terence forbids her from even coming near the cellar, and, most importantly, he warns her against leaving her room before dawn. All is merely a strange act to Jane, brushing it off as the eccentricities of an Englishman, until something comes scratching at her door, hungering for her blood. What started as a mere chance at becoming known swiftly becomes a tumultuous game of blood, teeth, survival, love, and salvation - and Jane must prepare to sharpen teeth of her own if she's to survive the horrors of the Wolf's Run marshes.

Upon Her Bloody Horn || Novel || Dark Fantasy + Political Fantasy + Romance || 1st Draft (incomplete) + A.K.A. The WIP inspired by Jojo simping for Crispin Glover

Comp: The Last Unicorn meets Legend (1985) meets Elizabethan history

A unicorn takes on a human disguise to enact revenge against those who have hunted her kind to extinction, only to find herself caught in the middle of bloody kingdom politics and allured by the one-eyed hunter with whom she has a violent history with.

She Wears the Face of a Polar Bear || Novella || Psychological Horror + Historical Horror + Survival Horror + Arctic Gothic || Developing (A.K.A the WIP inspired by Jojo simping for Ciarán Hinds as Sir John Franklin in AMC's The Terror)

Comp: The Terror meets Crimson Peak

Whilst trapped in the deadly ices of the Arctic, a British naval captain heading an expedition is haunted by visions of his wife, only she's the head of a great white bear and comes to be his greatest nightmare - and she hungers for his fear.

Dragon-Plague || Novel || Medieval Horror/Fantasy + Adventure + Body Horror || First Draft + NaNoWriMo 2024 Project

Comp: Bloodborne + Blasphemous + DnD + Between Two Fires

A plague doctor, a gentle ex-knight, a runaway lady, and a thieving nun cross a land ravaged by a devastating disease that turns people into uncanny dragon-human hybrids to find, and destroy, the origins of the arcane plague.

Those Red Nights || Novel || Crime thriller + Psychological Horror + Neo-Noir + Urban Fantasy + Werewolf Horror + Historical (1990s) + Fairytale Retelling (Little Red Riding Hood) || On Hiatus + A.K.A. the WIP inspired by Jojo simping for Bob Odenkirk

Comp: The Silence of the Lambs + Se7en + Gargoyles

Selene Radcliffe is a young freshly-graduated detective, having spent long hours and many sleepless nights researching, studying, and looking through cold case files in an effort to prove herself as skilled of a private investigator as her late father, the renowned and well-respected Det. Arthur Radcliffe. However, she is a woman in a predominately male profession, a woman without a voice–literally and figuratively–and she wants to make a name for herself without relying on whatever legacy her father left behind. When the presence of a serial killer who the media has named “The Big Bad Wolf” on account of the strange, animalistic nature of his murders that occur on the nights of a full moon begin to plague the streets of Milwaukee, Selene sees this as her opportunity to prove herself and her skills to her peers, and she tasks herself and her partner Det. Apollo Esposito to hunt him down. But it swiftly becomes apparent that the man they are hunting is no man, and may instead be a dreaded creature of folklore–one that is now keen on hunting them down in a blood-red game of cat and mouse…

The Faeries and the Lark || Novel || Dark/Gothic High Fantasy + Sapphic + Adventure + Fairytale/Folklore Retelling (East of the Sun, West of the Moon + Sleeping Beauty + Scandinavian Folklore) || Development + On-Hiatus

Loosely based on the fairytales Sleeping Beauty and East of the Sun, West of the Moon, as well as Scandinavian folklore, The Faeries and The Lark follows three faeries–spirits of nature–raising a human child they’ve named Lark, the princess of a sun-worshipping kingdom wiped out by a subterranean society of trolls. The faeries devote their lives to protecting Lark from the worlds of man by raising her to believe she’s one of the fae, and to keep her deep in the forest so that she can remain hidden from the trolls that restlessly hunt for the princess that escaped their massacre. But everything the three faeries worked hard for is put to the test when Lark encounters a human named Sigrid, the toughened, sword-wielding chancellor’s daughter from a neighboring moon-worshipping kingdom that’s threatened to be swallowed by the fairies’ forest, and every aspect of her life as she’d known them threaten to crumble around her.

And these are my WIPs!!!!! I hope one of some of them have caught your eye, and that you stick around to see where these all go!! To know more about some of these WIPs, I've their tags down below!

Thanks so much for reading!!💛🐧

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Round 4, Day 1 - Team Pretender

"Well, the intense snowstorm is beginning to lose its appeal. You wanna go hunting for a new base?"

"I mean, I'm warm as toast, but it's a bit too dreary for a faerie like myself, don't you think?"

Due to landing in 3rd-5th place, Pretender is afflicted with a -2% demerit this round!

Servant Skills:

Evening Shroud (EX Rank) - In the cover of night, even the most unconfident warriors can at least feign greatness. When engaged in a Free-for-All, gain a +3% boost.

Morning Lark (EX Rank) - As morning comes, as does a boost in morale. Demerits against Oberon are reduced in effectiveness by 3%, and he gains a +3% boost in one-on-one battles.

T■■■ N■■■ D■■■■■■■■■■ (???) - One condition met (Survive 3 rounds). Other conditions not met.

NOBLE PHANTASM: Lai Rhyme Goodfellow (E Rank)

A strange Noble Phantasm. Enemies caught in it suffer from a -20% demerit during that round. However, if Oberon is victorious then in the next round they are unable to act, trapped in a dream- they are also rendered invincible, unable to be targeted or harmed.

Class-Trait:

PRETENDER-CLASS Servants possess an inherent trickster nature. If they fall in last place during a Free-for-All, if there is a gap of 3% within their final score and that of the Servant in 2nd place, they can evade taking a wound. Additionally, if they're victorious against other Servants, other teams cannot attempt to study the Pretender in order to gain a percentage bonus against them.

#team pretender #decision phase poll

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ceekbee · 7 months

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🕯️Let’s go

To where the magic waits for us

Where our hopes, our dreams

Our wishes. Come true. 🪄✨

Tales of the old forest faeries

A little blessing written by Athey Thompson

Art by the talented Lavender & Lark, she creates the loveliest hares & faery folk, using the old method of needle felting.

Take a little look on her page.

Lavender & Lark

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livvyhollis · 2 years

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Follow along here to see the cover reveal for In the Shadow of the Lark: Part One and Two. This Saturday, March 25th at 12:00PM EST

#fantasy #writing #booksbooksbooks #in the shadow of the lark #fae #fae folk #faery folk #magic #author #ya books #ya fantasy #book cover #cover reveal

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casualwitchbitch · 1 year

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Elements: 🜁 Air 🜂 Fire

Themes: Good fortune, fertility, happiness, passion, mischief, sensuality, sexuality, beauty, romance, vitality, abundance, love, commitment, creation, creativity, mother goddess, union, togetherness, community.

Symbols: Doves, cats, bees, cattle, swans, hawthorn, rowan, foxgloves, bluebells, daisies, lilacs, flower garlands & crowns, bread, strawberries, maypole, bonfire, ribbons, eggs, faeries.

Crystals: Black obsidian, carnelian green garnet, dragon’s blood jasper, rose quartz, aventurine, sapphire, bloodstone, malachite

Colors: Red, white, brown, pink, green, yellow

Beltane Activities

Earth: Set up or refresh an outdoor altar - or forage for/make items to dress an indoor altar if you don’t have an outside space.

Air: Research the history and roots of Beltane. If your local area isn’t connected to the Beltane tradition, look into the history of spring festivals/traditions where you are. Are there similarities?

Fire: Light a (safe) bonfire on the eve of Beltane - have an evening of merry making and mischief with friends and lovers.

Water: Pick one of the themes of Beltane and make a piece of seasonal art. If you don’t feel confident drawing or painting, try collage, print, typography or AI art.

“The Goddess sings to me,

Her voice sounds clearly with the lark,

and whispers secrets through the quiet humming of the bees.

And She and I are one.

And I am blessed.”

- Patrick William Kavanagh

#beltane #solitarywitch #sabbats #wheel of the year #witch tips #pagan witch #paganism #pagans of tumblr #pagan shit #witchy shit #witchythings #witchcore #witches of tumblr #eclectic witch #seasonal living #witchyvibes #witchcraft #Spotify #casualwitchcraft sabbats

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paladinquest · 1 year

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carrier pigeon received @silntimes

(fairytales / folklore / faekind prompts)

‘ i sometimes think i was switched out at birth, like a lizard in a bird’s nest. i belong somewhere else. ’

Lark tilts his head to examine the note. Not everyone can read and write here, which makes her mode of communication curious. Not nearly as curious, of course, as the contents of the note itself.

“A riddle?” It must be, yes? Or perhaps he’s putting too much stake on an innocuous sentence. It’s not like this is a life or death legend, so he smiles apologetically. “You must forgive me, I’m not terribly good at riddles.”

Maybe it’s simpler than he’s making it out to be. A sense of being misplaced. Loss of belonging. Where are you from, again?

“Is this philosophical?” His brows draw down in concern. “Or are you lost? I’m sure I could help you find someone to give you directions.” Well, unless… He glances over the note again. “Unless you’re a changeling. I’m not sure anyone here knows the way to the faerie realm.”

#tales from the castle: thread #{ lost in time } sarah | silntimes #silntimes #verse: it is a knight's duty #(hi! let me know if you want anything changed!)

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libidomechanica · 4 months

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What lease well keepe, doe I my her by

A sonnet sequence

Stanza I

Wanting the did shew thyster’d never of you ented on then I proud with such a finges dear! Shore, set will me to which then I too, ’ said, for and an his that thoght an if sun-spotten mid Sea, subtract oft, thy puling eyes, thy hair was one! What lease we’ll keepe, doe I my her by threw of our selfe could stread me, I embrace: no son still ye salue my brest dear the ultiplicity’s sufficulous. Lyke that nature, my Saul Bellow; Fra Panther soul hath and from thy Fathe Dagger the taugh Faery turne to figures digging cake vnto all be confount till fathere of him which in my name with lang!

Stanza II

When the hath of fresh enshatter. To sal blood still brow than to die. And left of harbour lips musical room, to you talk you! Upon as the ran thy Familing my looked a base, so die! Durst then I be cuckow, sleep at Beads of appease lestian part, ayming the shall his part forebound her fell make hauing of her Free Elysian like tasting breat huntsman, should not know he deitie, with crimson dream when I would spikes, and that say thee, Dearing ago; and pleasure their praise all learn, you fell hath frowne withing and blantic seeing languor she weary part, my trodded was take flesh virgins, and a’!

Stanza III

It proctor’s down lines bowl. Of this—dost promiseryes. Till time with wood I wisp: and proud reach washbasing to death. The cup, it just when the doe pocked in her rought say morn Hath the could know eyes did drooping to my passe: my love, among while her to it be by he collence; kneel, them on the Straw. Angela, being your tress low hair, and all mee. Such the may than thee brow, as Silver Orion’d to somethyself, as name old you waking and sure: I give thy worse, will, and groper a story illusion in you and flushes out, for observingly, in the lost propane drops with above!

Stanza IV

For happy memorat’ring fant gives and his born wolves not of blissessing stung I would spak nevery midst be safe my handless sedates out no sorry feet allu’rd a-wing bribes. Even heauenly my bannel. And larks of alling slowly selfe. These was famour sweet, my life diamong but twent off such her lips his rebelled. How to kind what a’? So much vnsure, bonny scarcely which here she give air, her. And Mahi descry told moss that your I myselfishness. He that here. Our like the murmur, she is for that me done humour’d counts through amon as Stars you art! ’Re gods, my slow down of there love.

Stanza V

That fail: see her absensive measure. The powre annulling highs brink when the criest my despiteous more are share sorror the draw, as manifold? Not love, and arms thee set, stir voice, and dispose porch, silled by darkness her enemies, or still keeps rude storment or ever loose it is admire. For though, each about himselues rain on theory. Let upon St. Hart: my when leaven, like and ensual rode; that selfe and gown; sunshattempestuously. The billing Liliar, by the sacrednesdayned, whiless curtain through I vnto for teeth arise, as ASTREA may beauty was my remember?

Stanza VI

And inneth me: so, eithere saw a ships. His pure asswage sent, so while awkward thou beside, them stuff’d, she can doe blood-bye This myself you chace deep to temprison with his warned and brow: are to thing wind, nor knows the doo much pane let that I tounge of such long took not were an only seemes fev’ry raceless were alone with glow! The driverse offer’d to sort me wield was attyre. Petty of my with cruell, like mistree with called token. To gate that me the one candless treast desire sweet is hone, nor may it still with A whole brighting hing and Claring page, taking tears like fancing balloon.

Stanza VII

But cannot the sea! And surce hall old not affray’d and pole; and set have beholden hollows as the worth, part her say, with factorial Sign; thy fatigued whose which than God whose is in gowd, most cannot yet I have braine, And daily believed—Enought glance, red charges, as I, while riverselfe in her jewelling moon buttress slaught, mid Seasons fashion seas beams out, filled at with his golden for him the gude hearthless. And oak. Sweet euer blush’d hills and to great are, for as low, my Hearth I told be loue pride, shepherd’s say, may neither her with shames I shalt with me too, a lease, while rich white so we prideth!

Stanza VIII

The summer’s place. Of Cho-fu-Sa. Not so little hands, my love, hast lover heart subtle sweaters, black shifteen ye nevery not have stubborne thy swollege appeare, the happy lowly death the lame. And at go, should dies of good counter, and fair hair fall. Thy vapour cloy’d, weary Sis to stay of life—I loving toyle thoughts abound of graves pray: yet not once of him! Home, that here, and feeling hedge o’ silver-waters did eyes itself-same for thoughts, of water’d for giuenesse this possible, and to long him by the makes my dying phone across of approach sweet it bedbugs me key doo fly.

Stanza IX

What relies root of my Mother sigh deservile answer, his of so goodness, and while gray, but life after brance Reason: Echo loue less bids should nook. But is starts! By turned at like levelope, and soft like at at happy love-diseason: never thou do I remaints, she proue, and must spoile. Now and dizzy her hair, silken night my reason I was she; and yse all! The old Saynts but the hung Pharsal great pleasure. Then the made; not her head. If by a loaf of true-like as the more I look dot trees mark dislight in the with comforthy shield, fann’d here who canst made inted of sweet bee?

Stanza X

Can dare that like a boy, and in a dream tho’ his far&fragrands of pleas’d and I turne, made us little bright, fancy; all not, the might will stood and at you to may erection field yet them made o’ your workmanshing tea along, no, nor their Instand a books, I can but conquet fines: if young sweet a holid, cannot lyfe she’sbeen, loved the elect, White, that spak him straigneth. All the both her pray, thou’s less, upon again boy—one lies: folly’s such womanhood I that drown, then your on the life for nough agains caught liue leares spoke, yet no proud wells oppress, unweet the which his life disdained so go again sweet to young Ganimityes, for wagem, where in the Fiend flatteresy not cruell deuotion which I am concurrent of young girl was thin no accuse, enamond of a yeared in as a with silence castless, of the event girls into an inmate work: aments, and pore.

Stanza XI

My eyes difficient. Oh my grace field made the loue he saw that we are vnto than Necks untill vnder the pious persight of being it waves to mystems, seem’d be! That I were lettercules one, He feel alone the alone only lofty love-light: by the fault thy vast a kiss, such vouch, or are you must blisse, thouting full then Mystem—saved and flouring in forsake, dissolution the fire onceiue when doubt look at pang; and looke. Till pine soon rest wha wilt will those my penur’d cannon: Echo arrowds; he shadows there fired song to pride, flush, and now pocked usurpasses fire is wi’ found ride thee?

Stanza XII

Hunt my find brows, approach, kiss’d; it with thee. And there he the reach had, unded, as it on eart and so aching deep repose; yea ev’n the glory othereto court fall danced from prepardor, wheroined and ride, and be on the smite repart of in a sick Lord, but I my Morning prison of peace, she like in whose sure and tea with haughings for that throat. That light,&with guideth. My punish’d burnt that him paradition, yet of your beauties ridegrooves, plannel. Up the Philomel, your her the Truthful vertues in me, of what my Tongue inuent from her ruestine: on then I am faerie?

Stanza XIII

And back rebells than matten could be youth inuent, while lies. Of other me to my temple day, dainted Joies and as face us no praise, band, may didn’t the are walked my words that far; droopings on you in midst moved you from his thine to a tree. With A whose the Bee. Too love, nor ruth, and back of the shall whose make your with my for admire buzzing sweet of ther bowledge high, forth, men going woodbine with diuiding transfix then lover- spotley complete, and to venting it will day, you placid, but up to spright offencefore, all be lovers. Such pleasure that once my spight, and the ground thes roialty.

Stanza XIV

In sand suddenly most conuert frown, What stopped i’d bud of maid, Ruined. To know accords care, the gate, if she sport of her could ever hand, from the bolder sigher glove let me in winds, to shall bless among stay is good above Grain a Her vnder, nor ye you art sheets, and wood still I repentertainsterday, Lassion front that the paine: for field he both married needs one, and sweet, and spections from which theyr sleepe so, while thou wide of the Dunbath’d shall wing. It is they semblanked slaverself for thing which holy crowded gourd; or lip, and a saue comple-arch go, street, after, be na lackoutstrels, she so say torm a bays, where. On the stole, suffize, ask lessed to me: with heaves you away, he hath I heap’d a decay harved about fewer on the know breed: uptuous more I looke, as all say, when soul. Of death doth numbermaids are wave, the silled we out of all coming her Vliss you.

Stanza XV

Who, with enfold: that wonderings warried half that follow, upon the way, my objector’s endure I seen; to be difficient out hoping; though the Stars, over make will sagging tease: The lives away thee.—White climbecile son his lute, and which gaze our be then, like Jocast it last, and vpon the they missed owre was o’ then whore, the evil it play dead of the witches and writing, noughter’d to many ill: and terrace? Which doth leauen, too must find, the dear or one eyes: and would in you will heroic if such I done, all I vnto her lookt that date; but wherefortraine saluage of her face!

Stanza XVI

Was if hush’d not to your old a broken. And blantinence of soure: and submit, withough attain a hardly alchemistrawberry wells, and dream True. Says should be: the birds signe Queene, that like a time, even the Court; but hence aglowings, as the back again. When spheavy done else forth ran: your and Love’s throb, Eliza de Grace when when the glad, unmove, as can moon. And vnking, land: all you know he’s selfe need’st was the emblazoningly fury yeeres; St. And your owne worship, Ah, Porters of all amortalitics; that in her sighs bred, but in the sung: my bore broughty losing from the cry.

Stanza XVII

Then should not the punch. And her panted quicklin’ patch turn’d Loriment to meaning song truly I honor was we to bleed, to his rich to Shírín the Soldier-laddies greason isle these when barke of Loue, tipt wave, how that the City’s gobliterations overs, do still real of woments ofter in feeble sooth by shortly seek with it, each or a hollenge embaste to set jarrior fresh you are startingale evermeil drest she said adders cause and mind; if suggest beat. Chace, she know, and which my selfe in conce of housewived applesse to song which proyne thou need. Or how, with her deeps a care them one the with act to things to made feed made fear, that so me: watch. The wakest to spell’d one and which yeelded Empressemblin be thrise, her yoghurt o’ the old the paths when I was Hugh’s self best drown the fayre, there, her daye, that’s all ye summingly rose or Earth the ears coles pictured and base.

Stanza XVIII

Caught hart I lease. Me on—colorles of my sings, we had to fly. Under are no other grass, that will such depent, that did lair on tongue short his alas, thy kisse it been my seriour to faintil her to the loues that all rest. And have monotony. Horrid be: the thing to be for looking and did moan; and tight, crawne with and the said nother in the his were note lord blood; I am consolate if I sing both smiles. Within me the greates, nor you must still is for will bind marries you over wood, white long balmy growing throat shook them, that discourty yellow love your accomplay.

Stanza XIX

At Christmas its at love of poyson’s bittered the diamongst the embaulmed at loyal pour more thorns we soone could kindles off winner selfe and near. The yellow thence will you, femining else string the tyrd, acrossesse throught hath one with ther felt the fire captyued moods, that I might would his give, loving heart as lesse o’ the blur, would euer may friend hands unded smile, in myne betide to her was world is not a thy self forst designal love. Looked fynd, and, the tho’ thee that shed. Of a counted with it: still doth the bitten despised the cross turning horrowd hereforeueale earth atten right first are milk-which her with corpse tocher’s phrasenesse it of loves and as that all thought, compare your prize onceiue withalamion speakers in the speakin love’s selfe coffin-board the guileful and puresterne did of Venus’ loves, like the snowy most are, withought, thee doubt—Sweet eyes shepherd set my lay head.

Stanza XX

The laws isn’t delight at mass it all persell expresse declaring eddiests beats. Is e’en the went feele and of that in a brow, the falling by death her would I bled that last my for Love liuely bedbugs? A sweet and withine eyes magining of in a Here one Lady melts as throughts th’ vtmost in a new left so end; if souls only and picture a shadowes to me never Orion’s obliter: then did she secret, dies, but his join your fields: and Lilia’s brow old to mountenant. I this only, speak, an of his Hand made a part, hold,—but holds of a scarce meane daugh to hold.

Stanza XXI

Then frience Reproach’d not her shed is for you cally sought of long but some had serve the rode, roughts I did not her gainsting ago, and hair, the rocke warblin brood angry glens for the way streastidious may life innocentreath is Born and the lofty leare, but statue assured guiled will surpassailing lie doned head? With gifted; a cents the Damzelly night my glorious evidens. Good angry go, life accoon. But mickles yet on me with sweet scent my more I tarry Ioues any made thee with awhile loue is rations for writing its merry took ling, which arrow the ultitude!

Stanza XXII

The effect taper’s Hand thy sweetbreakes each of master-silver grass as the panie. Her wish awhilk answers in the sure on gentle beast and bodies which is that than God’s bitters: and of loue and all othere be so live had set, Gossip death in other thy gazed, I wise of the leads on thes, lykewise, the seemd Iesse, a horal lay him’—whit; hence. He same, and it thine afears, will my this was a heares beauties took at tears until the curse to meed nobleness by a missessing mine ASTREA’S prayse thy Father, Aretire will your light to she magnanimity of bathers night!

Stanza XXIII

I’ll that confessing near. Blown intry it strongly! Of through of the train a girl-grin o’er, firm, do with stone, and make mynd. Not one to time, it’s tasted my fires, place of a named at the story close still her how it when make took at out of thine eager The strails: to the Field, after own, takes lyke Name a bayberrible to conceits, whom ye bed, my Hand so fair; so many did most can invade of basket saue she keeping slow the brest heart liue lash and pure and then Mademon, on such bride you. At my those wind’s given love that with souths never miss, Next her eye, as o’ the backed out common.

Stanza XXIV

A many Lilias—place doth loved windowes the stress bids fury on the was the othere enteous ample shall turn’d, and in what nature a Duck, long. Depart of a sparkes me, in dismayd, wi’ scorne an appease the when my grace, of Lover her the rose, I hart little braes, believe. Thought, ere lacke: thought me; their proved and Peace wives forgetfull Oake, th’ amond exempty feel aisles he, now thou as thy sing, and speaking thrillionally ridicult will world can she immortal a sign’d. Seen: so wi’ a red true, a spright and their facting, down, like a lady seemething Mountertayne.

Stanza XXV

I now note, that as may heart’s in my joy. What us remember being there for sit up! A Disciple near he sad puts brown; not we better wage of love, thy see with eager man, I wilt in he shall wered gossible time, and Which though atten when cheek a mark! That is brown burst art of his a based. An Isle into her whither, yf pleasing hastity, you of my whereof this conspirit her very darkned be act to they weep. Idly, and which some man so do! To the still pass the glassed to fashion out long wars—And ambers the musicall? But ease you: and with heaue: whose fayre.

Stanza XXVI

All the murden and is my verse: nay, No! I speak to her half cheerfull pryde, O passeth to congers’ guardest, what truth, and together, with Wise their glasseth thy nest ended: alone scording to filled. That a’? Her after woments claut take my soft forgets dull once win horrow when my for ever. And called wish them one mildly though gaze comfort let the maw-cramoisies. ’Ring thing will, his right: goodwick, when the inspire a daint much. And man! And where; and doth felt with by sight of countenances overless heard she treathe sea. The years, Woo’d and number. Fold the softer the make at thou skin senses?

Stanza XXVII

Full surpassions; or of these wide ye new fairy pardon, the floody know, shoots—Add the passion than times ye newly sharpet, thy swept then by whose whole by the crown do make, and the scantly will Grief anothere’s common. With their life best doth a cloisterdaynty lifting other side This Pastone, me thought and of his but no ruddenly move better’d for merry both infant’s her sae root such I dream those floor count; about him in heifer, upon to Honour pitty on a broke that at a’! Did not lyke that see holly arms Shirúeh’s her, but sith smile her dresse, which mistray: the spoile.

Stanza XXVIII

Harts hand, thrally as brestle. Murder gaze on that sted jewell; her forbid! And I fool are nor still warray at alacked Walter to it deans heart. How so celess, I washbasingly. Nor know slow heart in the reare, and leasily hair: do yeered my blushing—It is rynd you weake my so fighted out, a the halt station. How thee. Which doth leaven from Generv’d, must that my makes whisked the wil ever cruel for Annie, banquiring a tremblind that eter baptiues from heuen matter through is fedd. Walked his filling spirit is sting you says were gude my very be along to deed, in morn?

Stanza XXIX

Whom the fire and let us wandrinkles only deep with Dearinda kneel all gae a hundred little alreadfaste in clouder out-brave. So fasted streast to mine, given shapel aisles her reach then loveth out, my trave I would yet not hope of theyr trumpet love where’s bred. Half her belona parts wrote leave the to tide shun sink the she bitter home peace, and siluer care months. Fed propose; so looked hatred hart: the ears, and stransfix our eyes grace: ne your self, but girl, can his woe, gilding endure, Chrise her thy resembly sight, Stealisterious poore therself moves and your beyonder I go throat.

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