#the fea feast

[scholar-of-yemdresh]

So you know how sapphics have this psudeo subgenre in adult SFF called "Lesbian Space Atrocities". I want there to be an equivalent but for asexuals. I want it to be a thing so I'm gonna make it a thing; Malfeasant Ace Wizards aka Morally questionable asexual men & NBs In SFF. My Criteria for this is:

Must be Adult Science fiction, fantasy or horror

The main character(s) must be asexual men or asexual nonbinary person(s).

The main character is Morally grey. Doesn't have to be a full on villain.

The overall tone and themes of the books must be dark or at the very least not particularly sweet/light (dark doesn't have to be grimdark nihilistic murderrape fest level dark) but It won't be put on any "cozy" fantasy lists anytime soon.

Some books I've found that meet my criteria(♠️ for A-spec authors)

Ymir by Rich Larson

The Graven trilogy by Essa Hansen♠️

Vicious and Vengeful by V. E. Schwab

The Smokesmiths by João F. Silva

The Wolf Among the Wild Hunt by Merc Fenn Wolfmoor♠️

The Fae Feast by Eka Waterfield

Edit: F it I'm adding Imperial Radch too, yes I know I know AI/Robots aren't great ace rep BUT I Kin Breq soooo and all the others on the list are human so let me have the Agender aroace warcriminal robot uwu.

TL;DR I love it when ace dudes & NBs are POS

More recommendations welcome

[Psst check my pinned post too 🥺]

[lover-of-skellies]

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sacrificial socks for the nails, hope they enjoy!!

Thamk. I'm throwing them on my floor and letting the nails feast

[theelvenhaven]

Wedding Night Nerves

Caranthir x Reader

2.1k words

Request: I'm do happy requests are open! I love your blog so much! I wanted to Caranthir, it's not really nsfw but whatever you're comfortable with. It's their first time, basically wedding night and Caranthir - despite in love with them - is still afraid of rejection beside of his skin. Reader coos and kisses and caresses his skin, letting him they love him. If you could thank you!

A/N: Hey anon I was happy to do this! Anything for Carnistir I love him so much. Hope this is what you were looking for it kind of goes into NSFW territory. But not too heavily.

Warnings: NSFWish

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Everything had gone so smoothly. 

The feast in which was held in yours and Carnistir’s honor, to celebrate the nuptials in which you two shared. The exchanging of rings, the festivities that came with it. You and Carnistir sharing in dances, and smiles and laughs. The whole family celebrating- both yours and his. It was a full wedding day teeming with cousins, siblings, aunts and uncles from both sides of the family. 

Toasts had been made, even from the most unlikely of people such as Curufinwe and Tyelkormo who had nice things to add and welcoming you into the family. While Tyelkormo wasn’t one for speeches he managed to get it out coherently and without adding an inappropriate joke or two. 

The celebration had gone on for a long time, yet by the time it came for it to end, you were ready to spend the night alone with your husband. And Carnistir was clearly feeling the same way, as you two were the first to depart from the wedding festivities. Being sent off in a hail of rose petals as you two left the great hall of the Feanorian home. 

Now you were grateful when Carnistir shut the bedroom door and it was just the two of you alone finally. Both of you wearing a smile on your face and Carnistir’s face was rosier than it had been earlier. The realization settling in of what was to come next- the consummation of your marriage. One that would bind your fea together and you could be one with one another. 

“I am glad today went so smoothly, I was surprised your brothers gave us the opportunity to have a calm and collected day.” You laughed out softly as you moved to slip your shoes off in the corner of the room. You heard Carnistir snort at your words as he mirrored your actions, 

“Atar must’ve made a threat of some kind, though I could see how Tyelko was bursting at the seams at his speech to say something inappropriate about our wedding night.” Carnistir added with a little bit of snark, it wasn’t a secret to him when Tyelkormo was holding back. And to Carnistir he looked like he might implode on himself if he didn’t get the speech over with when he did. There would be lots of inappropriate commentary from him later. 

You only laughed at his words, knowing there was truth to it after being with Carnistir for so long you knew his brothers well enough as well. 

“Yes he did look a little… constipated during the speech.” You chuckled, as the two of you moved towards the bed, Carnistir being the first to sit down on it as you stood before him. He took the time to sit in silence for a moment and admire how beautiful you looked in your wedding attire. 

How he looked forward getting to know you intimately, peeling away those decorative robes and layers of lace and silk. Pulling the flower crown off your hair and laying you back… Carnistir had dreamed of being able to have this moment with you, so when you came to move closer he spread his legs to let you stand fully in front of him. 

“But enough about him… I want to focus more on you, meldanya.” You whispered to him, as you bent over pressing your forehead to his. Carnistir smiled softly to himself, before he angled his head up, letting his nose brush against yours and his lips coming to press against yours. 

It was like all the other times he kissed you, it was sweet and slow… Though this time Carnistir started to put more passion behind his kisses. Passion that was pent up since the start of your courtship because he wanted to do things right with you, because you deserved it. He brought a hand to your waist and pulled you in closer and steadily he laid back, pulling you on top of him. 

His tongue light licking your bottom lip and you hummed in response at the feel of it, feeling a fluttering in your stomach before you granted him entrance into your mouth. Carnistir had never tasted sweeter until now, and you moaned softly as his tongue met yours curling around it as you two kissed. 

You felt a pulse of pleasure run through you as you felt Carnistir use his strength to shift you both more comfortably on the bed. You couldn’t wait to see how all that muscle and strength could be put to such good use. His lips never leaving yours, and his trousers becoming a bit tighter at the sound of your beautiful moan. 

Carnistir wanted to hear more, desperately. He wondered about all the things he could do to you all night long that would make you moan like that, or make any other pretty sounds. At that he rolled you both over, his lips parting from yours to see your face flushed and your lips a little swollen. 

“You look beautiful…” He murmured out before dipping his head down to come and kiss your jaw, his lips trailing down towards your neck. Leaving open mouthed kisses, lightly licking against your pulse, making you shudder as you tilted your head back to grant him more access. Your hands came to his shoulders, caressing towards his chest and coming to the buttons of his white tunic. 

Desiring to feel his skin underneath your fingertips for a change, not wishing for clothes to inhibit more than what they were. 

Carnistir was distracted as he kissed your neck, listening to your little gasps as he nipped at your throat. Your fingers fumbling some but undoing the first button, and then the next before Carnistir’s lips came back to meet yours, resting on his forearm. You spread your legs wider to accommodate, and felt his erection pressing against you. 

Your hands continued at their task, trying not to get too distracted unbuttoning his tunic, when suddenly you felt Carnistir freeze in his kiss. His body tensing and a hand reflexively shot out to grab one of yours, making you in turn freeze too as you felt a shift. 

He had no idea what came over him suddenly, until the idea of you seeing him shirtless came to mind… Let alone bare. Carnistir wanted to be one with you, but suddenly his nerves were sky high and he feared that once you saw him shirtless…. Saw the extent of his freckles and his redness… That you’d reject him. 

That you would be disgusted by him and that you would want to go back on everything that happened here today. 

“Carnistir?” You whispered out to him softly and he didn’t answer you, only climbing off of you rather quickly and turning his back to you. You began to panic, wondering if you had done something wrong. Did he think this was a mistake?

Oh Eru… You thought wondering if he wanted to go back on everything that had happened today and annul the marriage entirely. You felt tears spring to your eyes but you tried to quell them, because you didn’t know what was wrong. You were only making assumptions and you didn’t things to be irreparable until you had an answer from him. 

“Carnistir what’s wrong?” You pressed again, and you heard him take a shaky sigh, watching him run a hand through his hair, before you noticed he was clutching his chest. Holding his tunic closed, he just knew you would reject him if you saw it… he didn’t know how on earth the marriage night could proceed now. 

“I-I’m sorry.” Carnistir managed out, and he sounded almost bitter, but you knew well enough by now that it wasn’t aimed at you… Was he angry with himself? You wondered and it settled your nerves a little bit. You knew how he could be when he was waging war with himself,

“I can’t… I can’t…” He said softly, almost pained and this time you sat up, getting off the bed and approaching. There was more happening here than him rejecting you and you knew that now, hearing the self directed bitterness, the pain in his voice. This was about him, it wasn’t about you and now you felt better knowing he wasn’t rejecting you. 

“Meldanya, what is the matter?” You asked as you moved to approach him, and slowly he turned to look at you, and you could see where his hands held his half open tunic shut. His silver eyes half meeting yours before they met the ground, his face was cherry red going all the way up to the tip of his ears. 

Carnistir was quiet for a long moment, closing his eyes like he was pained to have to admit what was wrong with him and why he was…. Hesitant. Which was a mild way of putting his reaction. 

“It is nothing you’ve done…” Carnistir whispered out to you, looking at you with knitted brows and a frown pulling at his lips before he looked away again. Hesitantly you approached him, letting your hand come out to touch his shoulder. You felt him tense underneath your touch again but you didn’t feel him pull away. 

“Then what is it, meldanya. You can tell me, I am sure whatever it is we can work through it.” You assured him with a warm smile, hoping to help put him at ease and help him open up. You wanted your wedding night to be an enjoyable one for you both, but it was clear his nerves were getting the better of him. 

He was quiet for a long moment, watching you as you came to stand in front of him. Your hands coming to his shoulders where you rubbed affectionately, hoping to soothe his nerves and help him relax under your touch. It seemed like it was working as his shoulders sagged some as he took a breath. Finally mustering up the courage to speak to you about what was on his mind. 

“What if… you don’t like what you see?” Carnistir revealed to you and suddenly it all clicked. He nervous about you seeing his skin, that was why he had reacted the way that he had. You gave him a gentle smile, 

“Of course I will like what I see, melda.” You answered him softly as you gently reached for the hand clutching his tunic tightly. Slowly as you moved to take his hand away, Carnistir complied, letting you pull his hand away and his half undone tunic began to fall open. 

“If I didn’t love you, all of you, I would not have agreed to marry you, Carnistir.” You said to him in a soft voice, letting your eyes trail to his muscular chest and you could see red splotchy patches on his skin. But it didn’t detract from his beauty in the least bit, if anything you were eager to see more of his beautiful skin. 

“May I?” You asked softly when your hand came down to the buttons of his tunic and there was a moment of silence between the two of you. Slowly he nodded his head, taking a deep breath especially as your fingers brushed against his skin as you began to undo the rest of the buttons. 

You were quiet as the tunic began to fall open the rest of the way, exposing his more muscular physique, and you brought your hands to gently touch his abdomen. Feeling it flex at your cooler touch before you brought the other hand over, sliding it up his stomach, and towards his chest and too his shoulders.

“You can tell me to stop.” You assured him as you paused just at his shoulders, and when he said nothing, gently you pushed the tunic down his arms. There was a long moment of silence as you began to drink in the sight of his bare chest, splotched with red and freckles. And you couldn’t see how any of him wasn’t just absolutely perfect. You began to smile before you leaned forward to press a kiss to his clavicle and press yourself against him. 

“You are beautiful melda.” You whispered softly against his skin, and Carnistir flushed at your words. Shivering at your caressing hands, but tongue tied on being able to say anything on the matter, overwhelmed that you found him to be beautiful despite his difference in skin. 

You tilted your head up from your spot on his chest, your nose brushing against his and a smile playing on your lips, especially as you heard the shaky exhale of your husband. 

“It’s only fair you see more of me too… Come, help me out of my clothes.” You whispered to him, your lips centimeters from his, barely brushing against soft ones. 

It was all the motivation that Carnistir needed before he pressed his lips right into yours again, with unbridled passion, making you hum. You certainly couldn’t wait for what was to come. 

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[thesithdiaries]

One-Sided Love (part 3) (Criston Cole imagine)

One-Sided Love (part 3) (Criston Cole imagine)

Pairing: Criston Cole x female!reader

Warnings: spoilers for episode 7, i changed some things tho, Criston is delusional and takes it too far as always, he's a creep, angst, mentions of drugging, kidnapping and death, how can i mention warnings without spoiling what will happen tho

Part 1 ; Part 2

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Lady Laena’s funeral had just finished. It was beautiful yet very sad.

The entire family was spread out on the balcony. Jon was talking to Daemon, possibly giving his condolences. Silas was with Baela and Rhaena. Aemmet clung to his mother, his head resting on her shoulder. They sat together, quite possibly talking about her pregnancy, since the boy kept softly touching the bump. The family had also found out about the tragic accident in Harrenhal. They were deeply saddened by it, especially Rhaen. He was very close to Harwin and looked up to him. He stood with Jace in a far corner, giving him the quiet comfort he desperately needed.

Criston stood next to Alicent, yet he was not paying any attention to her. All he could focus on was Y/N. His mind wandered to the night he went into her chambers. How beautiful and peaceful she looked made his heart flutter.

As the sun began to set, Jon and Y/N told their children to go to bed. They protested, saying it was too early to go to sleep but alas, they did what they were told. They went inside the castle after informing the King that they were retiring to bed.

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Despite having the night's watch, Criston could not care less. He stood close to the kitchens, knowing Y/N would eventually walk by. He wanted to speak with her and it would finally happen that night. No more interruptions.

He finally saw her almost an hour later. “Lady Y/N, a word?”

She grimaced. “What do you need, Ser Criston?”

“I want to express how sorry I am for how I conducted myself during the wedding feast.”

“What fea-” Y/N raised her eyebrows, clearly remembering what feast he was speaking about. “It has been ten years, Ser Criston, it is very late to be having this conversation. And you should not be apologizing to me.”

He furrowed his brows. “Of course I needed to apologize to you, My Lady, your opinion is the only thing that matters to me.”

“Why do you care so deeply about what I think?” She finally asked, she had wondered for years.

Criston took in a deep breath, “because I lov-”

Y/N’s head snapped sharply to look behind her, she heard it. It was a scream. Without thinking about it, she dropped the teacup in her hand and ran to the source of the noise, being followed by an annoyed Criston. They noticed there were many people in the hall, including the King. Y/N rushed in, spotting Rhaen next to Jace and Luke. Criston made his way toward Viserys.

“Rhaen!” Y/N gasped, seeing he had a broken nose. The boy ran for his mother, tears threatening to fall from his eyes. “Who did this? Are you alright?”

“The princes were supposed to be abed, My King,” Ser Harrold informed him.

“Who had the watch?” Viserys asked.

“Young prince was attacked by his own cousins, Your Grace,” Criston replied. He had the watch, but he was too focused on Y/N that he did not care to do his duty properly.

‘You swore oaths to protect and defend my blood!” The King exclaimed.

Jon had run into the hall with Silas, looking disheveled. Rhaenyra and Daemon followed close behind. His heart dropped when he saw the state of his older son. “Rhaen! Y/N!”

The children were screaming over each other, throwing the blame around. “Enough... It should be my son telling the tale!” Alicent yelled.

“He called us bastards,” Jace whispered in confession. Jon and Y/N glanced at each other, fearing what was going to happen.

“Aemond... I will have the truth of what happened. Now. What else is there to hear?”

This went on for several minutes, the King questioning both Aemond and Aegon about those terrible claims. “This interminable infighting must cease! All of you! We are family! Now make your apologies and show goodwill to one another. Your father, your grandsire, your king demands it!”

“That is insufficient. Aemond has been damaged, permanently, My King. "Goodwill" cannot make him whole,” Alicent informed him, clearly distraught by the entire situation.

“I know, Alicent, but I cannot restore his eye.”

“There is a debt to be paid. I shall have one of her son's eyes in return.” The crowd in the hall started murmuring.

“My dear wife,” Viserys began, only to be interrupted.

“He's your son, Viserys. Your blood,” Alicent reminded him.

“Do not... allow your temper to guide your judgment.”

“If the King will not seek justice, the Queen will. Ser Criston... bring me the eye of Lucerys Velaryon.” Y/N felt Luke shuffling to get behind Lord Corlys. “He can choose which eye to keep, a privilege he did not grant my son.”

“You will do no such thing,” Rhaenyra threatened him as she caught the knight’s shift to begin moving.

“To make it fair, I would also like the eye of Rhaen Arryn, who was also an accomplice in the maiming of my son.” Y/N gasped, grabbing onto her husband’s arm. Criston looked her way, not missing the expression of pure fear.

“Stay your hand,” Viserys told Criston as he noticed the hesitation.

“No, you are sworn to me!” Alicent exclaimed

Criston looked between them and Y/N. “As your protector, my Queen.”

“Alicent, this matter... is finished. Do you understand?” The King moved to address the crowd. “And let it be known: anyone whose tongue dares to question the birth of Princess Rhaenyra's sons should have it removed.”

“Thank you, Father,” Rhaenyra said.

In a blink of an eye, Alicent took the blade King Viserys kept on his hip, rushing towards Luke and Rhaen. Y/N had her back turned, not realizing the Queen was right behind her. Criston felt his heart beating widely in his chest as he stood in front of Alicent, firmly grasping her wrist. “That is enough.”

Alicent stood there astonished but did not drop the blade. “You dare put your hands on the Queen? Instead of doing your duty, you go against it.”

“You will not hurt Lady Y/N,” Criston replied defiantly. “I do not care who you are.”

Rhaenyra was glancing at Y/N, who stood there surprised, holding onto her son. They saw how Alicent uselessly trashed around to release herself from Ser Criston’s grip. It all made sense to her now, all the questions he had asked for these past ten years, his subtle looks when something or someone mentioned her name. Alicent let out an annoyed yell, dropping the blade. Criston kicked it toward Ser Harrold and let her go.

They stared at each other, Criston looked determined to defend Y/N from anyone who would dare come close. “This proceeding is at an end,” Viserys hissed to Alicent, before departing to his chambers.

“Come, Rhaen. We need to do something about your nose,” Jon directed him and Silas toward the door.

Y/N stood baffled in the same spot, staring at Criston. He turned around to face her. No words were spoken between them, all was said with the proud look on his face and the clear confusion on hers.

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The quiet morning was disturbed by the children's blood-curdling screams. The adults ran toward the noise, quickly finding themselves in the guest's quarters. Rhaenyra pushed open the door, only to find the three Arryn boys terrified. A loud gasp fell from her lips as she took in the scene before her.

Jon Arryn was on the bed, a dagger stuck to his heart.

The room looked as if it was ransacked, with various drawers and chests flipped over. Alicent rushed over to get the children away from there, last night's fight was only a distant memory at that moment.

“Where is Y/N?” Viserys asked.

“Nobody has seen her today, Your Grace,” Ser Harrold replied, searching around. He spotted a teacup on top of the table. He carefully smelled the remaining contents. “Milk of the poppy.”

Something clicked in Daemon’s mind. “Has anyone seen Ser Criston since last night?” They all shook their heads. The realization fell heavy on them.

“He took her.”

-

Y/N stirred in the bed, slowly waking up. Her head was pounding terribly. As she sat up and took in her surroundings, she noticed she was not in her quarters.

“Hello, my love.” Criston greeted her, walking in with a plate of food. He was the happiest man in the world. He finally got what he wanted.

It took years.

Firstly, he needed to get gold. For years, he stole from the crown, often disappearing during the nights in the Keep to go get some from the chests. They did notice that a considerable amount was missing yet nobody suspected him. Why would they? He was the Queen's sworn protector. Secondly, a way to get Y/N. He was going to do it that night but the youngest boy had walked in. Criston knew she loved to drink tea before bed, so he slipped milk of the poppy into her cup. A maid had left it on a table and Y/N was distracted, it was the perfect opportunity. And lastly, he had to get rid of the man that ruined his life: Jon Arryn. After he packed clothes and some things she might need, Criston did not hesitate to drive the dagger into his heart. He felt satisfied at that moment. After all those long years, it was finally done.

“Criston?” Y/N asked in confusion, getting up from the bed. “Where are we?”

“We are in Braavos, don't you remember?”

Her eyes widened. “That is impossible. We were just at Driftmark last night."

Criston chuckled, getting close to her. “Silly girl, that was almost a month ago.”

Y/N’s blood ran cold. “A month?”

He smiled at her. “Don't worry about it, my love. All that matters is that we are finally together. Just you, me, and our babe.”

//

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[lunentity]

𓉸♰ god of greed & festivals NPTs ₊ ˚ ⊹ 🕷

꒰ names ﹕ arachnival. tivarice. fiestaran. desoxic. spydaer. vemmon.

꒰ pronouns ﹕ fe / fest. si / sin. go / gold. we / web. cra / crave. ava / avarice. desi / desire. mam / mon. festi / festival. ga / gala. fea / feast. si / silk. fa / fang.

꒰ titles ﹕ the festive arachnoid. the weaver of greed. the guardian of celebration. the avarice sovereign. the gold-coated deity.

✧﹒ notes ⊰ the requester mentioned that this god is represented by spiders, so some of these have spider themes.

[doc-avalon]

The Morrigán

Name: The Morrigan (Great Queen, Phantom Queen,) Mor Rioghain, Morgain, Mórrígu, mór rígain, Morgan La Fay, The Bean-Nighe or The Washer At The Ford, The Wife of the Green Man, the Wyrd Sisters.

Symbols: Raven or Crow, spear.

Goddess of: Battle, prophecy, fertility, and sovereignty

Usual Image: A shapeshifter, she appears in many forms, a beautiful maiden, a mature woman, an ancient hag, a crow, a bear, and others.

Relatives: Ernmas (mother) Cailitin, a Druid or Delbaeth or Dagda (father) Anu, Badb, Macha or Badb the Crow, Nemain the Venomous, Fea the Hateful. (Sisters or other aspects of her or goddesses she presided over.) Eriu, Fotla, and Banba (other sisters and goddesses of the land, not other aspects of her) Mechi (Son, father unknown) had three hearts, which were three serpents. The serpents, it was foretold, would destroy Ireland, so MacCecht killed him and burnt the hearts, throwing the ash into the river Berba; even then, the ash of his hearts boiled the waters of the river away and killed all the fish in the river.

Holy Books: Book of Leinster, Book of Fermoy

Synodeities: Kali (Hinduism,) Cathbodva (Gaul.)

(The Watcher of the Ford, illustration from Cuchulain, The Hound of Ulster, by Eleanor Hull 1904)

Details: Once you look into the myths about the Irish goddess Morrigan you begin to understand why the Celts developed the Celtic knot!

At her most basic, Morrigan was a goddess of battle, who did not take part in the battle itself, but instead stirred up strife, then flew over the battle in the form of a crow who picked who would die by casting confusion on them, afterward feasting on their remains.

Not your warm and affectionate sort of goddess, yet she was also a goddess of fertility and sovereignty, without whom the king would be powerless.

Going deeper into Morrigan (or The Morrigan as this may have at some time been a title) we find that she is also a triple goddess, who, along with either her sisters Badb and Macha or, in some accounts, Nemain the Venomous and Fea the Hateful, play a shifting role in scores of myths and legends.

What brings this goddess back in so many forms and guises, and age after age, returns in another form, even if this means mixing aspects that are both grand and horrific?

An answer might be found in the theory put forth by Ralph Abraham, mathematician, historian & Chaos theorist, in the book Chaos, Gaia, & Eros (1994, Harper Collins.)

To oversimplify it for this page, his theory is that three main forces have driven human consciousness through the ages, which he calls.

Gaia: The physical existence and living spirit of the created world.

Eros: The spiritual medium connecting Chaos & Gaia, the creative impulse and

Chaos: The creative void, the source of all forms.

From the Paleolithic to the present, these three forces moved us forward, with at times one or more of them being suppressed only to resurface again and again.

Whoever the original goddess was who returned as the Morrigan, she was most likely first worshipped in a very different form sometime between 10,000 & 4,000 B.C.E. During what he called the Gaia span (agriculture/partnership.)

With the coming of the Eros span, 4,000 B.C.E. to +/- 1962 A.D. (the wheel, patriarchy & science), she was re-imagined by a new way of thinking that often feared Chaos and almost always had, as part of its dominant mythos, the conquest of Chaos by a hero or god representing Order.

In this way, Morrigan changed from life-giver to carrion eater, and yet the three forces she is a part of continue to bring her back in multi-triad forms.

So that as the Eros span grew, she was not undone or put away but continued to shapeshift.

Changing from setting as a raven on the shoulder of dead Cú Chulainn to reappearing as Morgain La Fey in the tales of King Author, or as the wife of the Green Man and tempting Sir Gawain, to stirring the cauldron for Macbeth as the Wyrd sisters, and later as part of the Celtic Fairy faith, becoming the Bean-Nighe who is seen washing the bloody clothing of those who are about to die.

The thing is, in this theory, the Eros span has now begun to be overtaken by the now-developing Chaos span (Neo-Pagan, Post Modern, Chaos Theory, and meta-modern), which offers the hope of the end of the suppression of these three forces so they can be understood with positive effect.

No doubt the form that Morrigan takes in this era, if his theory is correct, will be most interesting indeed!

[animatorweirdo]

Imagine being a fae and falling for Maedhros

(I was going to make another request and totally forgot this one. I am sorry, but it is here now. Hope you enjoy)

Requested by anonymous

Warnings: Magic, threats of killing, growing friendship, magic, mentions of a disability, tricky fairies, romance. 

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-You have lived in the grove as long as you remember, surrounded by its magical trees and other fairies, as your duty was to protect it with your only kin. 

-You have done this for many years, and nothing surprises you anymore. Orcs, lost travelers, and other things appear in the grove occasionally, and your duty has remained the same. Keep them out. 

-You hoped for something new to happen, but it was rather hopeless as your sibling loved to kill, and you couldn't exactly leave the grove to have a social life. Your home needed both of its guardians, and your other fairy kind weren’t powerful enough to fend for themselves. 

-Most elves stayed away from your home out of respect and an ancient deal, so you don’t see them often. Humans love getting lost and use violence upon the first strange thing they see. And the dwarves, well, you have heard of them, but apparently, they don’t like to travel much, so you have never seen one. 

-You could only dramatically cry at your pitying situation. You didn’t have a lot of options, so all you could do was wait and hope for the best. 

-One day, something did happen. 

-It was a bright summer day in the grove, and many were preparing for a feast in honor of the earth queen, Yavanna Kementari. 

-You were walking with your sibling, picking berries and fruits while listening to the joyful singing of the flying fairies. 

-On that day, Maedhros, the son of Feanor, and his brothers were on a hunt. 

-He followed his brothers from behind as they chased after a herd of deers. They all soon lost their way after they entered a mysterious forest where power seemed to test their mind. 

-Maedhros was unnerved by the presence the forest held over him. He kept hearing whispers behind his ears, and it was like the air had become heavy to breathe. 

-It didn’t help when he lost sight of his brothers and wandered through the forest without a clear way in his mind. 

-It was then he heard singing, beautiful and melodic singing. He was hypnotized and therefore followed the voice into the grove. 

-His mind became clear when he entered the colorful forest, and the air tasted sweet on his lips. However, he was unnerved by the number of animal bones he came across. 

-They were on the ground, hidden among the leaves and strapped upon the trees. Edges sharpened like blades. 

-He was confused until he heard the sound of your voice. 

-There you were at the side of a lake, softly singing with flying fairies as you picked berries into your basket with another. 

-Beautiful was the word Maedhros could think of as he couldn't help but stare at the sight before him. 

-Your voice was lovely, like the voice of the nightingales. You were dressed similarly to the other, so you were most likely close kin and yet different as you looked more serene and happy. Strange yet beautiful markings decorated your skin, and the fairies decorated your hair with flowers as you laughed with glee. 

-Maedhros almost wanted to say something, but he hesitated as he didn’t dare to disturb. He was an uninvited intruder. 

-It was until a twig snapped and his brothers called out to him, entering the grove. 

-The fairies screeched and scattered around, alerting you and your sibling of the intruders. 

-You two stood there and watched wearily. You were captivated by the tall red-haired Eldar, but the color of his soul unnerved you. It was bright yet stained with red, which only meant he had spilled innocent blood. They all have. 

-Elves do kill, but they always have a good reason. These elves have killed several innocent people, so their fea had been stained red with blood. They also bore a powerful sense of a curse or a doom, which you would only recognize from lord Namo. 

-Your sibling laughed as they asked what these elves did to stain their fea with innocent blood. Only cold-blooded murderers could do such a thing. 

-The dark and blond elves of the group were not happy with your sibling’s remark and showed signs of aggression. It was your duty to deal with hostile invaders, so you and your sibling called upon your powers. 

-The bones scattered among the ground and trees came to life and trapped the elves in a predicament where they couldn't escape or fight their way through. 

-Undead animals surrounded them, growling and howling with windless screams. Sharpened bones were wrapped around their bodies and neck, restraining them from moving against the sharpened edges. One wrong move and it would be the end of them. 

-You and your siblings watched them while controlling the bones. You didn’t want to resolve things with violence. You liked talking things through before doing anything hasty. 

-Luckily, you didn’t need to kill this time as it was the summer feast of Yavanna. Therefore you and your sibling allowed them to live another day and leave the grove with a strict warning never to return. 

-The red-haired one was grateful and thanked while apologizing for the intrusion and the violent act of his brothers. He will make sure they will not bother you in the future. 

-You watched as he left and couldn't help but be curious about him. 

-How could someone seemingly noble, polite, and friendly be a murderer of innocents? 

-You tried not to think about him much after he left the grove. It looked like he kept his promise and didn’t show up or any of his brothers. You couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed. You don't know why but maybe you wished to see him again and talk a little. 

-Maedhros faced the same predicament as he couldn't stop thinking about you. Whenever he tries to do something else, his mind wanders back to you. 

-He did some research about the grove and its inhabitants. All kinds of fairies and animals lived there, and its guardians, the faes of the bone. 

-The name was odd, but it was your title as the guardian of the grove.  

-Your powers were closely associated with dead and spirits, so he figured you could see one’s soul and fea. That's how you and your sibling managed to know the sinful past of his family. 

-Maedhros felt conflicted with his growing desire to see you and keeping his promise to never show his face again in your home. 

-In the end, he decided to take the risk and visit the forest. 

-The faes, very little was known about them, except they could be cruel and vicious tricksters. 

-It was tricky to be there again. The air felt heavy against the Eldar's lungs, and the voices whispered to his ears. Horrible things and some of them sounded like screams. He was almost lost and snatched by other faes until you came to his rescue and repelled the enchantment of the forest. 

-You weren’t sure what to feel, anger for breaking the promise, or excitement to see him again. 

-You demanded an explanation why he returned and slightly scolded him for risking his life for coming back. You might be benevolent toward strangers, but other faes, not so much. They would take any chance to get their hands upon one of the Eldar. 

-Maedhros thanked you for the rescue and explained his reason. He also gave away an offering as he had read up on the books with Fae tradition. 

-You accepted the offering as it was seen as rude to refuse. You felt excited because not many would return and want to socialize with you, so you were more than happy to give away your presence and time for the gift. 

-You guided him away from the dangerous parts of the forest, so the other faes and fairies wouldn't try their luck again. Not with you around, though. 

-You and the elven prince talked, and he turned out to be pleasant company. You learned a lot about the outside world from him. 

-You found the whole silmaril thing odd and questioned if it was necessary to go to such terrible lengths for a couple of jewelry. Sure, they had the lights of the two trees, but killing innocent kin like Morgoth when he killed their grandfather might have gone overboard. 

-Maedhros tried to answer the questions, but you restrained when you sensed you might have overwhelmed him with your straightforward questioning. 

-You managed to come up with a bigger picture, and he seemed to work hard to compensate for his crimes, so you deemed him worthy of forgiveness. 

-In return, you taught him some things about the grove and its fairies. 

-He was a good listener and seemed fascinated, so you were happy to talk about your home. 

-You even fulfilled his questions about all the bones scattered around the grove. He guessed they were used as weapons, and he wasn't wrong. 

-The bones in the trees were sharpened and prepared for action. 

-Bones on the ground used to be animals who willingly gifted their skeletons to protect the grove as they passed away. When you or your sibling call upon them, they will awaken as undead. 

-Powerful creatures since you can’t kill a mass of bones. 

-Maedhros was even more fascinated and glad you and your sibling allowed them to live that day. He didn’t want to imagine what it would be like to be eaten by a skeleton deer. 

-The fairies were not glad to see him at first but slowly warmed up to him after he proved to be no harm. 

-Your sibling asked if they could eat them or do some violent things, so Maedhros be scared of them. 

-You only laugh. Your sibling has always been the most violent of the two, but they will not try anything as long as you have something to say about it. 

-The day went quicker than expected. You felt disappointed to see him leave but got excited when he asked if it was okay for him to visit again. 

-It took all your strength not to ask if he would like to stay forever. 

-You couldn't stop thinking about him. You finally have social interaction with someone outside and an interesting person like him. The thought almost made you giggle like a newborn fairy. 

-You patiently waited for him to visit again. The fairies were curious while your sibling teased you for having a minor crush on an outsider. 

-When Maedhros finally came to visit again, he apologized for being late as his duties often keep him busy. He even brought an offering again to honor the fae tradition. 

-You did not mind and welcomed him again to the grove. 

-This continued for a long time. Maedhros would come to visit and bring gifts. You taught him how to navigate to the grove, so you didn’t need to come to his rescue every time some faes decided to be mischievous. 

-You loved the sound of his voice, and it was interesting to listen to the latest news about the outside world. 

-Your sibling and the fairies of the grove became used to him and sometimes even came to interact, sitting and flying around his shoulders and decorating his beautiful red hair with flowers. 

-He let them because they reminded him of children. 

-Over time, you might have grown feelings for the elf as he visited the grove to see you and talk about the trivial of the world. 

-You’re not sure how or why, but being in his presence feels warm. 

-He once asked about your wings. He had seen your sibling and others with wings, but he had never seen yours. 

-You told him you lost your wings during a hardcore battle against the creatures of darkness, who sought to destroy the grove and kill the fairies. 

-You were physically disabled from your wings, so you have never been able to fly ever since. 

-You missed the sensation of wind, but you managed to become used to living on foot. 

-Maedhros was sweet about it and praised how powerful enough you were to restrain a great elven family in mere seconds, so you were a powerful fae even without your wings. 

-One day, he asked you to court him. 

-He had grown these feelings ever since he first his eyes upon you, and you make him feel free and whole from the outside world. 

-You accepted with excitement. Even though: a relationship between an elf and a fae was unheard of and most likely blasphemous. You did not care and embraced the red-haired beauty with a tender kiss. 

-It was magical, and the fairies sang happily for you that night.

[merakiui]

I also have another thought. What if the fea invade the human world and completely destroy everything,leading to humans becoming a rare delicacy and are often hunted and trapped for there meat :) I just like the idea of darling unfortunately falling into a trap on malleus land and being terrified that he’s gonna be literally eaten or sold off to a butcher. But I like to think he gets kept as a pet instead :3c

Oh, this is interesting!!! I can imagine the poor darling will be nervous and terrified of what might happen, and Malleus has such an intimidating aura. Imagine darling’s surprise when he softens and is like: “Eat you? I would never. Who told you of such a thing?” And Lilia is just chuckling to himself because it was he who teased you with that little joke.

What if the world is sectioned off in certain ways, such as the fae are in control of one portion, the sea is overseen by merfolk, and certain areas on land are overseen by beastfolk? Or perhaps there are seven slivers of land divided up and the Housewardens are in control of one of them! In any case, it makes it interesting for the humans who do happen to get caught in the fae territory, as most are either kept as pets or, in worst cases, they become part of a feast.

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The Hag - Lore

Some lore / myth and stuff about my Hag Gluskin.

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Starting off with some Legends

First a classic: In the beginning, people thought she eats children. But she actually just lives in a very dense and deep forest and these Children just got lost there. Won't stop her from collecting their skulls and bones,...

Another classic: Parents will tell their kids to eat up and behave, or else the Crow-Hag will come and eat them.

If you dare to hurt a Bird in her presence, she will send her wrath upon you. You can imagine it like with the Chicken in Zelda - but its mostly crows or birds made of shadow magic The people of the nearby village once witnessed this - they never dare to hurt a bird. And with the time they started to believe she is nothing more than 100(0) birds in a trenchcoat.

As Necromancer some unholy presence goes out from her, affecting her bird friends and making these even more feral. They develop a greedy taste for dead flesh and starting to eat the deceased, of that nearby village - even digging them up. Due to the myth and fear of this crow creature - the village start to offer their deceased in return for their safety. So they basically start to worship Gluskin. Eventually Gluskin vibes with it - and truly offering protection for that village! As long as they provide her with supplies and the dead. (And most importantly: leave her alone) So, don't fuck with her birds or this Village.

On the bad side, another myth that formed: If crows start to gather up on a certain house, people believe that the person that is living there is about to die. With the time it turned into the myth that this person was choosen by the Crow-Hag as offering. So they will sacrifice them and with that the crows disappears again. Which further solidifies the myth. The truth is just: It only happens, if there isn't a natural death for some time. The crows are so used to feast on the dead, they just wait for the next feast. And it will come in form of the sacrifice.

Another Myth that is true (ties a lil into the classic myth from the beginning) Never enter the forest of the Crow-Hag, it will swallow you. The forest in which Gluskin lives is usually very quiet. You rarely hear an animal. Most of the time you only hear the trees making noises from the wind. Or the noise of breaking branches. People think it's haunted. In a way it is - over the years normal animals start to disappear. It's due to the never ending hunger of Gluskins crows. They started to hunt down everything they could find. So if you hear crowing. Run. Srsly. Run,...

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Now a little about the Hag herself.

She is ancient. Maybe also undead! Why? I come back to that later.

In her early years she was able to talk normaly. But with the years I believe she lost this ability - only grunting and growling as kind of communication. At least she mastered the art of crowing. So there you have a Charr making Bird noises. But she has one very special Bird, she holds very dear and lends her a voice. I also believe she has very bad eyesight. Her eyes might glow bright red, but she can't see very well. She depends on her feathered friends to be her eyes and even providing her food. And the reason she is so fixated to crows / ravens is actually Israfil. (This fucker again)

Here is the idea behind that connection:

The Hag / Gluskin was the Mate of the Charr Israfil posessed by accident. (Related post: About Israfil) They left the Legions behind to live a quiet life far away from all the war - deep in a beautiful and lush forest. Confused and change the Mate came back home. Corrupting not only the body and mind of the Charr, also of his Mate Gluskin, too. And with Israfil starting to drain magic of the surrounding area, the Forest started to die down. It will eventually recover over the upcoming years, but it is never able to return to its former beauty. It not only feels cursed, it also looks like it.

Now something I'm not completely sure about: Either Gluskin is undead or only half of it. But the Magic of Zhaitan is involved here. That also makes her the nekromancer she is today.

Israfil uses her as kind of insurance. In her home lives a shadow crow that holds part of his essence, that makes sure that he can never really die - unless you kill that bird. (Horkrux? Horkrux!)

Gluskin is tasked to take care of this bird - making sure nothing will happen to it. Maybe the essence within this birds also starts to spread - possessing other birds, too Bringing this hungry mess over this area.

I also believe he choose Gluskin out of emotional reasons. He could have just created some creature or whatever. But the deep love of the Charr he posessed, made sure she will keep living.

So with Israfil killed a second time (first time by Valefor by slitting his throat and later by Kying) he returns to Gluskins home and just vibes there.There is no more magic he can drain to recover like after his first death. Aurene even draining all the void magic out of him - Which weakens him more and more every day.

(Related Post: Story Summary of Valefor)

So he has no other choice to seek shelter at the place where everything started. Now he just tries to survive. He is terrified to die for real. (no more big words or actions from him)

But one day he will eventually meet his final demise by Valefors hand.

-- The End

And so the Hag-Lore also became Israfil-Lore.

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Through the eyes of no one else pt1

Summary: Transfem Feanor character study. T/W for misgendering and transphobia (mainly internalised but also just the society in general) I’m splitting this into at least two parts because it got way out of control.

My Son. Feanor craved that word above all else, a clear declaration of where they all stood, with him at his father’s side, the heir. So why did it make him want to curl up and cry? Why did a word that should have encapsulated the role he wanted to fill more than anything, fill so there was no need for any other options and he was enough, leave him feeling more at a loss than ever? Because he knew what he wanted and that word should have summed it up perfectly but it just didn’t.

He didn’t know when it had started exactly. Maybe it had always been there and no one had been able to pick up on this glaring flaw in what should have been a perfect Noldorin prince. But when he was of an age where it would be entirely inappropriate from him to appear in public with his hair loose he learnt how to braid in the style of a nís. His father had been too distracted by his upcoming marriage to remember that he had no mother to teach him.

So he’d payed attention to the styles he’d seen the court ladies using and practiced them until he could imitate them impeccably for an upcoming feast. Finwe had remembered then, and pulled Feanor aside at the first opportunity to tell him that if he wanted to get his attention he should have just asked instead of acting out like this.

To get his attention. Yes that had been it, that was why he had done it. He held on to that, he was simply jealous of his father’s new wife that was all. He pushed down the little burst of excitement that had risen in his chest as he’d seen his hair in those beautiful braids. His father had unravelled and brushed them out, replacing them with a style befitting his station as prince, and this was what he had wanted. It must have been. He ignored the looming sense of defeat with every scratch of the fingertips and every braid running down his back.

He never did it again. He pulled his hair back into those braids every day and tried to quell the sense of wrongness at the way they framed his face the same way they did the faces of all the other lords at court who he had no desire to be associated with. He threw himself into his work in the hopes that the nagging at the back of his mind was simply part of the burning desire to be the best in all fields, to create things and change the world around him. But no matter how proficient he became in any number of crafts and topics it didn’t go away.

In fact it got stronger with every day, as his body began to change and take up space in a way he wanted but felt wrong all the same. As infuriating as it was that he was still a good deal shorter and slimmer than his father it was some reassurance at the same time that he did not quite tower over most of the nís his age. That in a crowd among them he would not stand out too much.

At feasts he grew accustomed to watching the women in their flowing gowns as his chest swelled with a terrifying sense of longing, that could be explained away by attraction but that explanation didn’t seem to be correct. Indis and her spawn made matters many times worse with the knowledge that Finwe now had the opportunity for a whole new family and heirs that weren’t, in the words of several members of court when they thought he wasn’t there, fundamentally flawed from their mother’s damaged and fractured fea.

And were they wrong? Feanor doubted Ñolofinwe felt this discomfort whenever he put on a tunic or did his hair, or felt confused every time someone referred to him as a prince or a son or a young man. All this pain at waking up in a body, in a role, that did not feel right, he knew instinctively that the spawn of Indis did not experience it. And he knew that he was smarter, more creative, a better leader and just generally better than Ñolofinwe in every way and yet he did not have this issue and if this were to become obvious, that Feanor was not able to be a nér, nothing else would matter.

Regardless of his inferiority Ñolofinwe was a possible replacement the day that Feanor became too much to handle, and while his father could brush off the odd conflict he got the idea that this was very different. So once Findis and Ñolofinwe had started to get a bit older he left, partly for his smithing but also because he thought that the longer he spent standing side by side with them the more obvious it would become that something was different with him. He found himself almost hoping that other people would see it to, because it couldn’t just be in his head could it? He had to be perfect or his father may start to believe he wasn’t worth the effort. Despite this he still found it hard to control himself all the time. Once when he’d been visiting their father Findis had left on some trip or other and he’d gone into her room in her absence. He’d told himself he was up to something but he’d had no plan. Or perhaps he did, because as soon as he walked in he headed for her wardrobe. Knowing in the back of his mind that what he was doing was forbidden on all levels, he ran his fingers over the soft, smooth ripples of the fabric reverently. Before his mind had caught up with his actions he was selecting a deep red dress from the back of the wardrobe that he knew his sister wasn’t all that fond of and was unlikely to miss. Hesitating for a moment his emotions finally won over and he quickly dug out some underthings from the drawer and shoved them along with the dress into his satchel as his face heated, expecting any moment for someone to come through the door.

It was a week before he’d worked up the courage to look in that bag again, on a day where the wrongness had gotten so bad that he was willing to risk anything to make it go away. With his hands shaking he removed his clothing, slipped the chemise over his head and examined the stolen corset. He wrapped it around his middle and began to lace it up about his hips just firmly enough to secure it. Finally he took a deep breath and pulled on the dress. It’s fabric is light and soft and it flutters around his ankles and flares out slightly at the waist.

He takes a deep breath, looks in the mirror and it’s perfect. The corset combined with the dress and chemise draw attention to the subtle curve of his hip and waist in a way none of his clothing did but looked so lovely. He has to double take at the way the corset almost gave the impression of a swell at the chest that looked so right. They look so right like this, this was what had been missing all these years. For the first time in thirty years she brushed her shiny mass of black hair and arranged it above her head into the correct braids fastening them with her mother’s ruby hair pins that she’d kept without touching for most of her life. Her mother would have done it for her if she’d been here, Feanor just knew it. She’d have been happy for her. Miriel would have loved her daughter.

[engagekiss]

hihiii ＼(＾▽＾*) how is the goddess doing today? i hope well! do you have any name and pronouns related to vampires? totally ok if not! please n thank u! (≧▽≦)

vampire names

vampyre , hemonne , castle , tragedie , broode , vania , canyne , wydow , vampine

vampire pronouns

fea / feast , kno / knock , stake / stakes , hy / hypnosis , he / hemo

[honourablejester]

Gnarliest Body Horror Spells in PF2e

I’m just browsing spell lists right now, and I wanted to acknowledge the fact that PF2e has some of the gnarliest, most disgusting spell effects I’ve ever seen. I mean, sure, you have your Boneshakers and your Boil Bloods, they’re impressive, but there some things that go beyond just inflicting damage in various ways and head over into full-on Akira, Parasyte, full body horror sort of territories.

(I want to clarify that I’m not being disapproving, here, I’m just in sort of horrified awe)

Under cut because body horror (for real, trigger warning, body horror):

Inside Ropes (Cantrip, Uncommon): You use your intestines as climbing ropes for you and your party. This does not harm you. Your friends can climb up your guts like ‘squishy rope’. Incredible. I have no idea why this needed to be a thing, but you do you!

Slough Skin (Level 2): You constantly slough the top layer of your skin off for an hour to get rid of contact toxins. This makes you easier to track, on account of leaving your skin lying around. Absolutely disgusting. Also, not going to lie, I would have put it here for ‘slough’ alone. It’s such a horrible word.

Teeth to Terror (Level 2, Uncommon): This is an illusion spell that makes someone (well, 1 ‘creature with teeth’) think that their teeth are falling out and crawling over their body attacking them, including trying to crawl down their throat. Why? What level of sadist are you? Good lord.

Worm’s Repast (Level 2, Rare): You seed someone’s body with flesh-eating worms. Works really well against fleshy undead, which I’m guessing was at least part of the point, but still. Wow.

Shadow Spy (Level 3): Not exactly body horror, but you make yourself a little bird homunculus with blood and dirt to spy on people, and when it comes back you break its neck and drink its blood for the information. Like. Just a little bit extra? Very blood-witchy vibes, but yeah.

Blister (Level 5): What it sounds like. You cover some poor bastard with between 1 and 4 horrific caustic blisters, and then you can magically burst them to spray people with a 15ft cone of acid, using your poor victim as a walking patient zero. This is Resident Evil sort of stuff, full bioweapon.

Blood Feast (Level 5, Uncommon): Go full Bloodborne and split your head vertically into a toothy maw to drink people’s blood, then sew your head back together like nothing happened at the end of the spell. It is very much ‘I wanted a Bloodborne spell’. Which, entirely fair.

Grisly Growths (Level 5): You cause somebody to go into basically a warp spasm where their body just starts sprouting extra limbs/organs/body parts that then rapidly rot and fall off 6 seconds later, dealing horrific damage and meaning everyone in the vicinity has to make a save or be sickened. As in the in-game status condition. People literally need to make a Will save not to have to throw up to keep functioning after what you just did. Incredible. I kinda love it.

Wall of Flesh (Level 5): What it sounds like. You make a writhing wall of flesh, on a theme of either arms, eyes, or mouths, that, and this is somehow the worst part for me, can be healed. You don’t repair this wall, you heal it. Because it’s alive. If it’s arms it’s a writhing wall of limbs that tries to grab people, if it’s eyes they can all act to give you casting line of sight, if it’s mouths it’s a fucking wall of teeth that tries to mindlessly bite things within 5ft. Also, if it’s mouths, it can drink healing potions. Because, again, alive. Just. Full-on Akira over here. Absolutely horrific. You rock up and you drop this thing on a battlefield, what the hell is anyone in range supposed to think of you?

Also, side note, 5th level is apparently the level where you get all your gnarly body horror spells, although unfortunately you can’t get all of them on the same spell list. Occult or Primal will get you almost but not quite everything. Primal will get you everything except Teeth to Terror and Blood Feast, while Occult will get everything except Slough Skin and Grisly Growths.

So. If you want to play an absolutely horrific biomancer sort of character, Pathfinder has you covered?

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Loved Her First Chapter 102

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“David, I need to discuss something with you.” His gramps sounds serious. With a frown, he takes a seat beside him.

 

“Yes gramps?”

 

“You know Faith is getting ready to head back to her time?” His grandson nods, “Well Mercy needs the opportunity to see her kin, as well.”

 

He is on the defense. “She has school and��”

 

His gramps wrinkled hand rest over his, stilling him. “I am not saying going forever, just for visits.  Thanksgiving is coming up. That would be a good time.” Absently patting his grandson’s hand, he continues, “I have made provisions. It takes a  jewel, you see, as a type of payment for the journey.  So, I’ve gathered up a bunch of them, so Mercy can travel back and forth. Well, back anyway. Her family will supply the way forth. Claire will see to it.”

 

“Gramps, but what if something goes wrong, what if they don’t have a way to send her back?”

 

Joe meets his eyes. “You love her, don’t you?”

 

He swallows and nods.  “I do, deeply and completely. One day I just knew. Gramps, what am I to do if she doesn’t return?”

 

“Then, my son, you live your life with what ifs. I loved your granny but she wasn’t my first love. That will always be Claire.”  His eyes, that were in the past, clear. He shakes his head. “I have faith she will return. This, you two seem to be made for each other. You must believe that.”

 

He sighs and smiles at his grandfather. “I shall try.”

 

A week later, he stands with Mercy as they say goodbye to her mama.

 

Mercy clings to her. Faith holds just as tight. “You will be alright. Joe and David will see to you.”

 

“Aye mama. Give everyone hugs and kisses from me.”

 

“I shall.” One last tight hug. She looks to David and the message is received. ‘Take care of her.’

 

Overwhelmed by the emotions  swirling around them, he simply nods.

 

She places her child in David’s  arms and walks over to the stone and disappears.

 

 

 

The cart danced along the road slowly but surely to Fraser’s Ridge.

 

Jamie was out in the field and noticed the bouncing cart coming closer. He was confused for a moment, until he noticed the familiar red hair.

 

He looked down at John William who was working by his side.

 

“Go and fetch your Granny and Da, I do believe your Mama has come home.”

 

John William sat up straight and stared. “Mama?!”

 

He ran toward the house at full speed, yelling at the top of his lungs for his Granny and Da.

 

Jamie’s smile spreads as Faith moves closer. She stops the cart and hops out, before throwing her arms around her Daddy.

 

“Welcome home my Daughter.”

 

“Thank you, Daddy.”

 

The sound of running feet makes them break apart and Faith is swept into her husband’s arms before he claims her lips in a deep kiss.

 

Once he is done, he sets her down and looks around.

 

“Mercy?”

 

“Safe in the future, 2008.”

 

The whole family gawks at her, such an inconceivable time.

 

“Who is she with?” Ian demanded.

 

Faith smiled. “You won’t believe this, but Joe Abernathy is still alive.”

 

Claire’s mouth dropped open, and she clapped her hands gently. “Oh that is wonderful! She couldn’t be in better hands.”

 

“Aye, he lives with his grandson David, quite respectable.”

 

Ian wrapped his arm around Faith. “I shall miss her.”

 

“I as well, but she is safe and getting a wonderful education.”

 

Claire hugs Faith and kisses her face. “I was so scared I was going to lose you too.”

 

“Mama, I’m here.”

 

“I know.”

 

Jamie clears his throat. “Well, I think a feast is in order. To celebrate Faith’s journey home.”

 

Claire and Jamie walk up to the big house to start preparations while Ian pulls Faith against him again.

 

“I missed you so much.”

 

“I missed you too.”

 

“You are never to leave me again.

 

She didn’t answer, just pressed their lips together in a deep kiss.

 

They were once again forced to part by Grace, Hope, Ellen and John William running up to hug their mother.

 

 

 

That night once the feast was over, and the children in bed, Faith came to her husband.

 

The months away from him had made her ache some nights, (he told her the same).

 

And now there was no stopping them, there was no separation, there was only them.

 

They made love; slowly, achingly. Bodies trembled from too many nights born without each other.

 

And when it was over, Faith curled around her husband and kissed his neck lightly.

 

“I love you.”

 

“And I, you.”

 

A month later, Faith found that her courses did not arrive as they should.

 

It didn’t take her long to figure out that she was expecting another baby.

[brookston]

Holidays 4.22

Holidays

Ancestor’s Eve (Star Trek)

April Showers Day

Arbor Day (Nebraska)

Chemists Celebrate the Earth Day

Croatian Ustashi Genocide Remembrance Day (Croatia)

Day of Silence (a.k.a. GLSEN Day of Silence)

Discovery Day (Brazil)

Earth Day (UN)

Fern Day (French Republic)

Festival of Fabulous Androgynes

Fighter Aviation Day (Brazil)

Girl Scout Leader Appreciation Day

Global Selfie Earth Day (NASA)

Hari Raya Puasa (Singapore)

Hollow Earth Day

Holocaust Remembrance Day (Serbia)

Inanimate Object Day

”In God We Trust” Day

Instant Book Day

International Lubricant Day

International Marconi Day

International Mother Earth Day

International Narwhal Appreciation Day

International Organ Day (UK)

Kurdish Journalism Day

Love Your Hair Day

National Baseball Day

National Beagle Day

National Donate Life Blue & Green Day

National Fast-Pitch Coaches Association Day

National Girl Scout Leader’s Day

National IT Service Provider Day

National No Email Day

National Pinup Day

National Prescription Drug Take-Back Day

National Robe Day

National Send Your Man Nudes Day

National Terry Day

Oklahoma Day (Oklahoma)

Order of the Garter Day

Pat Tillman Day

Record Store Day

Rokjesdag 2024 (Skirt Day; Netherlands) [Varies, Early Spring]

Queen Isabella Day (Spain)

Sniff-the-Breeze Day (Egypt)

Stephen Lawrence Commemoration Day (UK)

Tesla Autonomy Day

Unofficial Programmers’ Day (Russia)

Ustashi Genocide Remembrance Day (Croatia)

Walpurgis celebrations begin (Germanic, Norse, Scandinavian) [thru 5.1]

Zhabdrung Kuchhoe (Bhutan)

Food & Drink Celebrations

National Jelly Bean Day

4th Monday in April

Confederate Memorial Day (AL, FL, GA) [4th Monday]

Public Library Day [Monday of Library Week]

School Librarian Day [Monday of Library Week]

Weekly Holidays beginning April 22 (4th Week)

Earth Week (thru 4.26)

Every Kid Healthy Week [M-F of Last Full Week]

Fibroid Awareness Week (thru 4.27)

National Environmental Education Week (thru 4.26)

National Playground Safety Week (thru 4.26) [Last Full Week M-F]

National Youth Violence Prevention Week (thru 4.24)

Independence & Related Days

Aethodia (f.k.a. Theodia; Declared; 2010) [unrecognized]

Chen Dynasty (Declared; 2014) [unrecognized]

Frăția Blocurilor Unite (FBU or Brotherhood of the United Blocks; Declared; 2009) [unrecognized]

National Sovereignty Day (Turkey)

Pristinia (Declared; 2008) [unrecognized]

Festivals Beginning April 22, 2024

City Restaurant Week (Wilmington, Delaware) [thru 4.27]

Taste of Vernon (Vernon, New Jersey)

Feast Days

Acepsimas of Hnaita and companions (Catholic Church; Saints)

Agapitus I, Pope (Christian; Saint)

Arwald (Christian; Saint)

Azades, Tharba, and other, in Persia (Christian; Martyrs)

Berezozol (Lela's Holiday; Asatru/Slavic Pagan)

Bran the Blessed’s Head Day (Celtic Book of Days)

Caius, Pope (Christian; Martyr)

Day of Aradia (Pagan)

Earth Day (Pastafarian)

Epipodius and Alexander of Lyon (Christian; Martyrs)

Festival of Ishtar (Ancient Mesopotamia)

Festival of Jupiter and Juno (Ancient Rome)

Henry Fielding (Writerism)

Hudson Stuck (Episcopal Church)

Hunuman Jayanti (Hindu)

Joanie Jenkins (Muppetism)

John Muir (Episcopal Church)

Lela’s Holiday (Asatru/Slavic Pagan)

Leonides, Father of Origen (Christian; Saint)

Opportuna of Montreuil (Christian; Saint & Virgin)

Pliny the Elder (Positivist; Saint)

R. Crumb Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Richard Diebenkorn (Artology)

Rufus (a.k.a. Rufin) of Glendalough, Ireland (Christian; Saint)

Senorina (Christian; Saint)

Sham el-Nessim (First Day of Spring; Ancient Egypt)

Sidney Nolan (Artology)

Soter, Pope (Christian; Martyr)

Theodorus of Siceon (Christian; Saint)

Theravadin New Year (Buddhism)

Vladimir Nabokov (Writerism)

Yggdrasil Day (Asatru/Slavic Pagan)

Hebrew Calendar Holidays [Begins at Sundown Day Before]

Passover [14-15 Nisan] (a.k.a. ... 

Erev Pesach

Exodus

Pesach

Pessach (erster Tag)

Pésaj

חַג הַפֶּסַח

Ta’anit Bechorot (Feast of the Firstborn) [14 Nisan]

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Butsumetsu (仏滅 Japan) [Unlucky all day.]

A Dangerous Day (Numerology) [#22 symbolized by a Good Man, blinded by the folly of others, with.a knapsack full of errors on his back.]

Tycho Brahe Unlucky Day (Scandinavia) [20 of 37]

Uncyclopedia Bad to Be Born Today (because it’s Nixon’s birthday.)

Premieres

Around the World in a Day, by Prince (Album; 1985)

The Awakening, by Kate Chopin (Novel; 1899)

The Bad Guys (Animated Film; 2022)

Bagdad Cafe (Film; 1987)

Baker Street, by Gerry Rafferty (Song; 1978)

Barney Blake, Police Reporter (TV Series; 1948)

Batty Baseball (MGM Cartoon; 1944)

Big House Bunny (WB LT Cartoon; 1950)

The Birds, The Bees & The Monkeys, by The Monks (Album; 1968)

The Bride of Frankenstein (Film; 1935)

Casual Sex? (Film; 1988)

Concrete Island, by J.G. Ballard (Novel; 1974)

Daffy Duck and the Dinosaur (WB MM Cartoon; 1939)

D’ Fightin’ Ones (WB MM Cartoon; 1961)

Earth (Documentary Film; 2009)

Easy Come, Easy Go (Film; 1967)

Elvis & Nixon (Film; 2016)

It’s a Small World (Disney Ride at New York World’s Fair; 1964

Jane-Eyre (Film; 2011)

Jeeves & Wooster (UK TV Series; 1990)

Jerry and the Lion (Tom & Jerry Cartoon; 1950)

Kallocain, by Karin Boye (Novel; 1940)

King Tut, by Steve Martin (Song; 1978)

The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance (Film; 1962)

Momofuku, by Elvis Costello (Album; 2008)

The Northman (Film; 2022)

Oceans (Documentary Film; 2010)

Oh! How I Hate to Get Up in the Morning (Betty Boop Cartoon; 1932)

100 Pygmies and Any Panda (Andy Panda Cartoon; 1940)

The Passions of the Mind, by Irving Stone (Biography of Sigmund Freud; 1971)

peck of Trouble (Woody Woodpecker Cartoon; 1968)

Plague Dogs, by Richard Adams (Novel; 1978)

Poland, by James A. Michener (Novel; 1984)

Seventeen Seconds, by The Cure (Album; 1980)

Something Rotten! (Broadway Musical; 2015)

Symphony No. 7 in D Minor, by Antonin Dvořák (Symphony; 1885)

Tommy (Broadway Play; 1993)

The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent (Film; 2022)

Veep (TV Series; 2012)

Water for Elephants (Film; 2011)

Wild Thing, by The Trigs (Song; 1966)

The Willoughby’s (Animated Film; 2020)

Today’s Name Days

Alfred, Kaj, Leonidas (Austria)

Kajo, Leonida, Soter, Vojmil (Croatia)

Evženie (Czech Republic)

Cajus (Denmark)

Meeri, Meri, Merike, Merje (Estonia)

Aida, Alina (Finland)

Alexandre (France)

Alfred, Kaj, Leonidas (Germany)

Nathanael, Nearhos (Greece)

Csilla, Noémi (Hungary)

Caio, Leonida, Sotero (Italy)

Armanda, Armands, Usins, Vitālijs (Latvia)

Leonas, Leonidas, Norvaidė, Visgailas (Lithuania)

Oddgeir, Oddny (Norway)

Heliodor, Kajus, Leonia, Leonid, Łukasz, Soter, Strzeżymir, Teodor (Poland)

Teodor (Romania)

Slavomír (Slovakia)

María, Sotero (Spain)

Allan, Glenn (Sweden)

Nathan, Nathaniel, Vitalia, Vitaliy (Ukraine)

Caia, Caissa, Kai, Kaila, Kaleigh, Kaley, Kay, Kayla, Kaylee, Kayleigh, Kayley, Kaylie, Kaylin, Kaylyn, Leonidas, Makayla, Mckayla (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 113 of 2024; 253 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 1 of week 17 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Saille (Willow) [Day 9 of 28]

Chinese: Month 3 (Wu-Chen), Day 14 (Bing-Chen)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 14 Nisan 5784

Islamic: 13 Shawwal 1445

J Cal: 23 Cyan; Twosday [22 of 30]

Julian: 9 April 2024

Moon: 99%: Waxing Gibbous

Positivist: 1 Caesar (5th Month) [Miltiades]

Runic Half Month: Man (Human Being) [Day 13 of 15]

Season: Spring (Day 35 of 92)

Week: 4th Week of April

Zodiac: Taurus (Day 3 of 31)

[animatorweirdo]

Imagine being a star and a child of Varda.

(Inspired by Stardust, but I made some little chances and what stars might do other than just shine. I made only three because I didn’t get any other ideas. I hope you like it,) 

Requested by @wandererindreams​

Warnings; wars and near death. 

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Elves adored the stars, creations of Varda. Stars were the first thing they saw when they awakened at the shores of Cuivienen. They held celebrations and feasts for the stars and Varda's honor. It was a tradition passed on for thousands of years. 

The elves then told stories and rumors that the stars were alive beings. No one knew where the stories came from, but they said the stars would visit Arda and take forms to walk on its solid ground. 

No one has seen them, but they were described to possess magnificent beauty and power, and their eyes would shine with starlight, the light of their fea. 

They would visit Arda to visit their creator, Varda, their mother. From that, they were called children of Varda. 

Some believed the stories about the star children, and some chose not to since it has never been proven that they were real until they would finally see them with their own eyes. 

Maedhros

-He adored fairy tales and always found the children of Varda interesting, and as a young child, he wished he would meet and talk with one. 

-Talking with a living being such a star was a common childhood dream, so he grew out eventually. He believed it was a made-up story from elves who lived longer on Arda. 

-Until one night, during the celebration held by Manwe and Varda. He wanted to take a break from his father and family and decided to go to the gardens. 

-He went there to catch some air and mostly stood around. 

-You suddenly appeared and went to the pond to pet some ducks. 

-Maedhros didn't think much of it and took you for someone from the party until he saw your arm sparkling in the light of Telperion. 

-You were glowing, which caught him off guard. 

-You then looked at him, and he saw your eyes. They were shining white and glowing in the dark. 

-You smiled, waved at him, and said hello. 

-He was surprised by your eyes, but he greeted you back out of politeness. 

-You weren't supposed to be outside, but you got bored, and you found the red-haired elf fascinating. 

-You had no shame and complimented his beautiful red hair and how the freckles on his face looked like stardust. 

-Maedhros has heard compliments before, but you were straightforward, so he couldn't help but feel flustered a bit. 

-He was shocked when you told him you weren't actually an elleth, but a star in a body of a one. 

-Your true form comes out when you stand in the light of Telperion. You looked like an ordinary elleth when you didn't. 

-He had many questions, and you two conversed through the night. 

- Why you remained hidden or didn't visit so often was because your mother didn't feel comfortable for you to be around because of Melkor.

-She was worried he might try to harm or corrupt you and your siblings with his darkness.

-He felt pity it was a one-time encounter when he returned home. He didn't think he would see you again, but to his surprise, you appeared one night on his balcony. 

-You liked talking with him, and your mother, Varda, permitted you to interact with him as long as you stood hidden. 

.He would panic because one of his brothers came inside his room without an invitation. 

-You disappeared when that happened, so that freaked him out even more. 

-After dealing with the intrusion, you appeared again. 

-You explained you could bend the light of your body and appear invisible. It was your special ability and a way to stay hidden. 

-Maedhros would have a hard time understanding, but soon you two started conversing. 

-You made a habit out of it and always appeared when he was alone. You two would talk and hang out. 

-He would tell you about his kin, and you would share stories about your siblings. 

-Maedhros didn't know what he got himself into, but he enjoyed spending time with you. 

Fingon

-Fingon was a one-firm believer in Children of Varda. 

-He always imagined he could meet and talk with a star, considering it the greatest honor. 

-That dream never left him, even when coming to middle earth and becoming the high king after his father's death. 

-He would find comfort looking at the stars, sometimes talking to them to fix his loneliness. 

-During the battle of the unnumbered tears, he was prepared to meet his fate when Gothmog raised his weapon, ready to crush him. 

-Something flashed across the battlefield, and a loud explosion was heard where Fingon and balrogs stood. 

-When the dust cleared out, Fingon opened his eyes and was shocked to see you crouching in front of him as he lay on the ground. Gothmog and his balrogs had been blown away by your landing, but Fingon stood safe in front of you. 

-He would feel shivers when your shining white eyes looked into his. They held might and strength, and that you were frowning made you look even colder. 

-A balrog was coming at you, so you asked to borrow his sword and took it without his answer. 

-The balrog was fierce, but you blew pure light out of your hand, blinding and burning the monster. You grabbed the balrog by its horns and plunged Fingon's sword through its neck, killing it. 

-You then banished Morgoth's creatures of darkness by manifesting light and shining bright like a star. 

-The battle managed to be subdued but not entirely won. Fingon would recover from the shock and thanked you when he saw you again. 

-You explained you came to rescue one of your siblings from Morgoth's grasp. 

-Their light was fainting and crying for help, so you and your other siblings came to rescue them. 

-You did not come to assist Fingon and his kin. 

-Fingon would understand your arrival was not a blessing from the valars, but he wanted to show his gratitude for the rescue. 

-Your rescued sibling was too weak to return to the sky, so you stuck around until they were strong enough. 

-You weren't talkative, especially when you knew everything Fingon's kin had done. 

-Fingon was willing to help your rescued sibling, so he provided the necessary help to have your sibling cared back to health. You were grateful for that, so he managed to grow on you. 

-You told him you have seen him watching the sky and heard him speaking. You had also seen his father when he challenged Morgoth. 

 -You and your siblings bore witness to his battle with the dark valar.

-He was brave and stood his ground to the very end.

-You pitied him because Fingon seemed like a pure soul and hoped the valars would be lenient on him. 

-You left with goodbyes and hoped you might meet again. Not on your part, but Fingon definitely did. 

Finrod

-He was also a firm believer and the one; who found the stars fascinating the most out of his family. 

-Coming to middle earth had made his life difficult, so he often found comfort watching the stars. 

-He went on a ride one night and saw something strange. Something bright fell from the sky. 

-He followed the bright thing to a place, and before him was a star. 

-Finrod was enchanted by its light and didn't know what to do but marvel it's beauty. 

-Animals also arrived to see it. 

-The star started changing, then a human maiden stood before him. 

-You still shone brightly, and you smiled when little animals came to greet you. 

-Your back was toward the elf, so you didn't see him first. 

-You were caught off guard when his horse snorted his presence, and you were frightened when you saw him. 

-He managed to calm you down and introduced himself. 

-You two would start conversing, and he was pretty nice to you. 

-You would tell him some things about your siblings, the stars. 

-You can take on any form, but you chose to be a human because you found them fascinating. 

-He found them too, so you quickly became friends. 

-You appeared like an ordinary human, so the elves didn't question it when Finrod brought you to Nargothrond. They also knew their king's interest in befriending humans, so it wasn't anything new. 

-You would have fun living among his people and told him you have never interacted with people. 

-You found Celegorm and Curufin obnoxious to be around because they always looked down on you like you were a bug. 

-Jokes on them, you look down on them all the time, since you were a star and lived in the sky, outside the world. 

-When Beren came to seek Finrod's aid. You wished to join, but Finrod told you not to because it would be dangerous. 

-However, You had a bad feeling about the quest, and when Luthien came to seek your aid, knowing your true self upon first meeting, You joined her to save Finrod and Beren. 

-You arrived at Tol-In-Gaurhoth and sensed Finrod in one of the dungeons. 

-You went inside with a blast and saved Finrod from the wolf, banishing it with starlight. 

-The wolves grew frightened and left you, Finrod, and Beren alone. 

-Sauron took notice of your presence and tried to capture you. 

-You brought Finrod and Beren into a safe embrace, told them to close their eyes, and manifested light from your body, shining brightly as a star. 

-Sauron tried to repel you with his darkness, but he didn't stand a chance against the might of a star, and he got banished with his servants. 

-Finrod would be grateful for your arrival and glad that he made a friend with a star.