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ART IN NOTES/REBLOGS NOW!!!!
Tgcf/MDZS crossover au where after loosing his core WWX technically counts as dead and is able to cultivate the same way a ghost can, essentially making him a ghost possessing a very compatible body.
He’s not a demonic cultivator, he’s just a ghost.
Additionally, the burial mounds are actually the semi-active “remains” of mount tonglu, so when he dies there he’s essentially thrown straight into the kiln, and the only reason WWX is able to get out within 8 years is bc he spent 4 years there as a child, and an additional 2 with the Wen remnants.
Accidental Ghost King Acquisition.
WWX spends the next 3 years in Yiling fucking around with his ghost Wens, rescues Wen Ning with help from Wen Qing, helping the small town in Yiling, and generally being the insane genius inventor he always should have been.
He makes silver bells and enchanted ornaments for Yiling’s people deals with rogue ghosts, befriends his shishu Xiao Xingchen, helps spirits move on. Silver Song Guiding Graves becomes a very welcome guardian for Yiling.
Xie Lian, concerned about the supposed new ghost king, is assigned to find it. Thus leads Xie Lian and Hua Cheng meeting Wei Ying.
Eventually, Mo Xuanyu tries to summon the Yiling Patriarch in exchange for his own soul, but.. he just gets Wei Ying hunched over on the ground with noodles coming out of his mouth. He was having dinner with his friends when he got summoned by this twink okay?
He basically becomes Mo Xuanyu’s Bodyguard for the next 9 months cause he sees Xuanyu as pathetic but in like a wet cat sort of way, as he, Lan Zhan, Xuanyu, and a group of 15 year olds get together to solve a murder.
#ghost wei ying#ghost wei wuxian#ghost king wei ying#ghost king wei wuxian#tgcf#mdzs#tian guan ci fu#mo dao zu shi#heaven official's blessing#the grandmaster of demonic cultivation#mo xiang tong xiu#mo Xuanyu deserves better#wei ying#wei wuxian#yiling laozu#yiling patriarch#wen remnants#dafan wen#yiling wei#yiling burial mounds#calamity wei ying#calamity wei wuxian#mxtx
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Christmas Fics 2023 (Part 4):
Chaperone Chaos, Mistletoe Madness: A Yule Ball Tale by scullymurphy - M, one-shot - Professors Malfoy and Granger hate each other. They're also chaperoning the Yule Ball, where Erotogenic Mistletoe makes a timely appearance.
Fireplaces and Firewhiskey by potterhead25919 - G, one-shot - no summary
He's A Wonderful Wizard by flowerfem - T, 12 chapters - Draco only wanted something that would help turn Christmas around, something that could make all his problems disappear. But at the last minute he wished he was never born... It's A Wonderful Life retelling from Draco's POV.
The Path Carefully Tread by HeyJude19 - T, one-shot - The nature of families could shift; shaped by time, trauma, arguments, and reconciliations. She saw how Draco warred with that now, how he battled his instinctual, youthful desire to please his father with his resolve to sever ties with someone who had hurt him gravely.
A Christmas Tryst by Bookvamp - E, one-shot - Draco is on house arrest at university, and Hermione has nowhere to go for the holidays after her breakup with Ron, leaving the two of them alone at the university during the Christmas holiday. It could be the perfect opportunity for Draco to get what he wants - Another tryst with Hermione.
Mistletoe, Yes Or No? by potterhead25919 - G, one-shot - no summary
A New Wreath by MarinaJune - G, one-shot - Scorpius joins his dad and Hermione for some (actually, a LOT) of additional Christmas greenery, and notices something more than friendship between the two.
Christmas Comes but Once a Year by Biirdiee_Rose - E, one-shot - “I couldn’t stand another minute of watching every idiot wizard in the room drool over you.” “No one was drooling over me, Cormac hardly counts as he was harassing nearly every witch in the room.” She tries to pull herself forward again. “Not like it would matter anyway since you’ve made it quite clear you’re not interested in talking to me.” “Don’t play me for a fool, Terry fucking Boot keeps trying to touch you.” He hisses. “You’re utterly delusional, not like it matters, I’m not yours to begin with–” The temperature of the room shifts as soon as the words leave her mouth, the silver of his eyes glinting dangerously in the dark. - Hermione's had enough of Draco suddenly deciding to ignore her and decides to pull out the little red dress she knows he can't resist. It succeeds in getting the attention of a few other wizards as well, much to Draco's displeasure. It looks like he'll just have to remind her of who she really belongs to.
A Gentleman's Guide to Courtship and Caregiving by ChaosAndCrumpets - T, one-shot - An accident involving a quidditch bat has Draco Malfoy wishing tragic and irreversible misfortune on Blaise Zabini. But he'll leave St Mungo's with far more than just a healed nose; a newly acquired Godmother, an affinity for mince pies, and an inconvenient attraction to a certain Healer, to name just three.
Christmas Karaoke by ravengoldy - E, one-shot - Hermione organises a Christmas karaoke event for her annual Muggle Christmas scheme, where everyone has been given the task to learn a popular Christmas song to perform in pairs - some more enthusiastically than others.
Mistletoe and Holly by RZZMG - T, 5 chapters - Who says romance ends at 40? For an older, more mature Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger, the best is yet to come... It’s never too late to fall in love, especially when mistletoe and holly are involved!
Saint Theodore by LadyUrsa - T, one-shot - Draco is dismayed to learn that if he ever wants to have a shot with Granger, he has to successfully flirt with her. Theo, like the arsehole (and saint) of a best friend he is, intervenes to help the two idiots.
Cookies For Christmas by potterhead25919 - G, one-shot - no summary
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DEITY MASTERLIST (PART ONE)
NOTE: THIS IS A VERY LONG POST, AND EVERYTHING IS IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER.
🌊 Ægir
God of: personification of the lcean, brewing, the sea.
Culture: Norse
Symbols: aegishjalmur and laguz rune
Plants: oak, polybody, and rose.
Animals: dolphins, whales and other sea creatures
Colours: blue, green, turquoise and other sea-like shades
Tarot: King of Cups
Offerings: singing sea shanties, seashells and pearls, cleaning up shores and the oceans, bread, sea glass, a bowl of salt water with food dropped into it, Anything related to the sea. Do not offer most beers as he does not like the modern chemical-filled ales, homebrew or local brew beer is better.
💕 Aengus Og
God of: youth, love, poetic inspiration, summer, and healing
Culture: Celtic
Symbols: Venus, copper, and golden harp
Plants: basil, cinnamon, rose, jasmine, sandalwood, strawberries, mistletoe, violet, birch, cherries, elder, and sycamore
Animals: swans, cats, doves, and sparrows
Colours: green, pink, and red
Tarot: The Lovers, Justice, and The World
Offerings: red roses, strawberries, cake, chocolate, honey, wine, cherries, music, and art.
🧚 Aine
Goddess of: summer, wealth, sovereignty, love, fertility, protection, wealth, agriculture, the sun and moon, and Queen of the faeries
Culture: Celtic
Symbols: silver and white Items, meadowsweet, the moon, and midsummer
Plants: angelica, blackberry, cowslip, elder, orchid, fennel, flax, garlic, mugwort, nettle, oak, hawthorn, mistletoe, alfalfa, ash, agrimony, birch, broom, holly, lavender, meadow-sweet, and gorse.
Animals: red mare, horse, rabbit, swan, cattle, and bees
Colours: red, gold, green, blue, and yan
Tarot: The Sun, Suit of Wands, and Queen of Pentacles
Offerings: milk, bread, home-grown produce, cream, fire and candles, sunflowers, yellow glowers, honey, summer fruits, oranges, and bee-related Items.
⛅ Amaterasu
Goddess of: the sun and the universe
Culture: Japanese
Symbols: mirror, jewel, sword, and bow and arrow
Plants: chrysanthemum, cryptomeria, carnation, chamomile, juniper, marigold, rosemary, and sunflower
Animals: dragon-fox, horse, rooster, and wolf
Colours: yellow, gold, red, and orange
Tarot: The Sun and The World
Offerings: rice crackers, cooked rice, origami figures, rice candy, brightly-coloured Japanese food, and silk and other fabrics.
💃 Ame-no-uzume
Goddess of: dawn, mirth, meditation, revelry, dance, fertility, and the arts
Culture: Japanese
Symbols: antique Items and fans
Plants: moss and sakaki
Animals: fox
Colours: pink, red, white, and yellow
Tarot: Three of Cups and Suit of Cups
Offerings: dancing, bells, silk ribbons, rice cakes, and dake.
⚰️ Anubis
God of: the dead, mummification, embalming, the afterlife, and tombs
Culture: Egyptian
Symbols: crook and flail, and mummy gauze
Plants: star anise, benzoin, cloves, cardamom, frankincense, myrrh, rosemary, cypress, and cedarwood
Animals: jackal
Colours: black, green, red, and gold
Tarot: Death
Offerings: cool water, strong liquor like rum, spicy foods, dark and bitter chocolate, strong incense, cypress oil, locks and keys, honour the dead and your ancestors, leave flowers on graves, support orphans and the homeless, and act as a guide for someone.
💘 Aphrodite
Goddess of: love, beauty, and fertility
Culture: Greek and Roman
Symbols: rose, pearl, mirror, girdle, anemone, lettuce, narcissus seashells, scallop shells, Venus, golden apples, the number 5, and mirrors
Plants: apple, linden tree, myrtle, pomegranate, myrrh, poppies, lettuce, rose, quince, ash, poplar, anemone, and artichokes
Animals: swans, dolphins, doves, sparrows, bees, and goats
Colours: red, pink, violet, silver, aqua, sea foam, and light blue
Tarot: The Empress, The Lovers, The Star, and The Suit of Cups
Offerings: roses, chocolate, apples, jewelry, beauty products, seashells, olive oil, honey, wine, cinnamon, art and music, mirrors, and rose quartz.
☀️ Apollo
God of: the Sun, prophecy, oracles, light, music, the arts, song, poetry, healing, medicine, plague, disease, protection of the youth, knowledge, and herds
Culture: Greek
Symbols: lyre, laurel wreath, silver bow and arrows, tripod, the Sun, and Sunday
Plants: laurel, larkspur, cypress, apple trees, palm trees, and hyacinthus
Animals: swan, raven, tortoise, serpent, wolf, dolphin, and mouse
Colours: gold, yellow, orange, silver, blue, and white
Tarot: The Sun, The Chariot, Strength, and Temperance
Offerings: red wine, olive oil, sun water, citrus fruits, honey, golden objects, feathers, lamb or goat meat, cheese, bread, sunflowers, laurel wreaths, and aloe vera.
🐕 Arawn
God of: Ruler of Annwn the Celtic Otherworld, leader of the wild hunt, death, the Underworld, and justice
Culture: Celtic
Symbols: the Hounds of Arawn, cauldron, and samhain
Plants: reeds, cedar, cypress, ivy, honeysuckle, and sage
Animals: hounds and pigs
Colours: red, black, white, brown, green, gold, and grey
Tarot: Suit of Pentacles and King of Pentacles
Offerings: game birds such as duck or turkey, bread, honey, milk, mead, and ale.
⚔️ Ares
God of: war, courage, and battle
Culture: Greek
Symbols: sword, shield, spear, helmet, and iron
Plants: thorns, peppers, chilli, and garlic
Animals: serpents, vultures, woodpeckers, horses, and dogs
Colours: red, purple, and black
Tarot: The Emperor, The Chariot, The Tower, Suit of Wands, and King of Wands
Offerings: dark wine, whiskey, spicy foods, coffee, water, olive oil, red meats, frankincense, weapons, and learn self defence.
🌌 Arianrhod
Goddess of: fertility, fate, reincarnation, beauty, and difficulties
Culture: Celtic
Symbols: silver wheel, full moon, weaving tools, the zodiac, and Corona Borealis
Plants: ivy, lavender, rosemary, cedar, and pine
Animals: spiders, owls, and wolves
Colours: silver, white, green, blue, and purple
Tarot: The Star, The Moon, and Wheel of Fortune
Offerings: silver coins, white candles, wheat, fruits, home-cooked meals, salads, wine, water, hot teas, smoothies, and study the constellations and the zodiac.
🏹 Artemis
Goddess of: the hunt, wild animals, wilderness, childbirth, girls, chastity, archery, disease, and plague
Culture: Greek
Symbols: bow and arrow, quiver, hunting spears, animal pelts, lyre, torches, and the moon
Plants: cypress, walnut, amaranth, almond, daisy, willow, wormwood, fir, pine, thistle, honeysuckle, bay laurel, artemisia, fig, and oak
Animals: stag, deer, dog, bear, boar, quail, guineafowls, bee, and all wild animals
Colours: white, silver, gold, yellow, green, and blue
Tarot: The High Priestess, The Hanged Man, Temperance, The Moon, Queen of Pentacles, Knight of Cups, and Page of Wands
Offerings: red wine, olive oil, honey, water, almonds, walnuts, honeycakes, fruit, artemisia plants, arrows, dance, cypress, pine cones and branches, cider, game meat, protect nature and wildlife, always help animals and women in need, go hiking, research native plants and animals, and follow the moon phases and work with them.
❤️🔥 Astarte
Goddess of: love, sexuality, war, hunting, and power
Culture: Canaanite
Symbols: chariot and Venus
Plants: lilies and coriander
Animals: lion, horse, dove, and sphinx
Colours: red and white
Tarot: The Empress and The Chariot
Offerings: lilies, roses, sweet cakes, honey, henna tattoos, and clothing stained with menstrual blood.
⚖️ Athena
Goddess of: wisdom, handicraft, and strategic warfare
Culture: Greek
Symbols: aegis, Gorgon’s Head, spear, and helmet
Plants: olive tree, ivy, cypress, and cornel tree
Animals: owl, snake, rooster, crow, and spider
Colours: blue, grey, white, yellow, and silver
Tarot: Justice, The High Priestess, and The Emperor
Offerings: olive oil, honey, wine, bread, olives, pears, olive tree leaves or branches, your handicrafts, owl feathers, snake skins, and weapons.
🐐 Baphomet
God/Goddess of: sexuality, demonic forces, wisdom, nature, balance, darkness, and pride
Culture: Demonic
Symbols: pentagram, head of a goat, human body with an animal head, pentacle, sword, key, male and female, and the words "as above so below"
Plants: rosemary, lilacs, irises, lavender, aconitum napellus, black walnut, and cacao
Animals: black goats, snakes, wolves, ravens, dogs, oxen, and black cats
Colours: black, white, yellow, red, green, purple, gold, and dark blue
Tarot: The Chariot, The Hermit, The Empress, and The Devil
Offerings: our time, meditation, communication, carving their symbol or name into a candle, any kind of art of them, being respectful, learning about them, candles, liquor, ropes, incense: dragons blood, black musk, frankincense, etc, animal skulls, bones, horns, etc, and dark or red flowers.
🛖 Baba Yaga
Goddess of: death and rebirth, fertility, and nature
Culture: Slavic
Symbols: knife, oven, mortar and pestle, and the Sun
Plants: poppy, black sunflower, medicinal herbs, and rye
Animals: horse, hedgehog, snake, dragon, and cat
Colours: red, black, and white
Tarot: The Devil
Offerings: lavish home-cooked meals with russian delicacies and a beautifully-set table, caravan tea, and vodka.
💡 Baldr
God of: light, joy, purity, and summer
Culture: Norse
Symbols: the Sun and Sunday
Plants: mistletoe, chamomile, daisies, white flowers, ash, marigold, and St John’s wort
Animals: songbirds
Colours: yellow, gold, and white
Tarot: The Sun, The Fool, Death, and The World
Offerings: kindness to others, chamomile tea, apple juice, mead, and lit candles.
🌺 Bast
Goddess of: home, domesticity, women’s secrets, cats, fertility, childbirth, marriage, music, magic, sex, prosperity, joy, dance, healing, and pleasure
Culture: Egyptian
Symbols: basket, Ankh, the Sun and Moon, and perfume jar
Plants: catnip, vervain, cinnamon, and cannabis
Animals: cat and lion
Colours: green and gold
Tarot: The Chariot, Strength, and The Sun
Offerings: perfume, salves and body scrubs, milk, meat, honey, gold items, chocolate, pastries, onions and garlic, bread, beer, tea, and taking care of cats.
🐉 Benzaiten / Benten
Goddess of: water, literature, music, wealth, femininity, fertility, dance, and love
Culture: Japanese
Symbols: Biwa, dragon, pearl, conch shell, iron, and gold
Plants: lotus, water lilies, and yellow flowers
Animals: snakes, dragons, and white snakes are her messengers
Colours: blue, silver, white, and yellow
Tarot: The Empress and The Suit of Cups
Offerings: money, water, rice, sake, gemstones, music and other creative arts, raw eggs, yellow flowers, blessed water, bath rituals, and seashells.
🧶 Berchta
Goddess of: psychopomp, spinning and weaving, abundance, and protector of women and children
Culture: Germanic
Symbols: keys, distaff, Yule, and falx
Plants: mayflowers, holly, evergreens, birch, and wild berries
Animals: goose, swan, goat, cricket, owl, and fox
Colours: blue, white, red, and gold
Tarot: Death
Offerings: herring, dumplings, alcoholic beverages like schnapps.
📓 Bragi
God of: poetry and eloquence
Culture: Norse
Symbols: harp and book
Plants: beech, fern, and lily of the valley
Animals: chickadee
Colours: orange and gold
Tarot: The Magician and The Hermit
Offerings: mead, poetry, and beautiful writing.
🍀 Brigid
Goddess of: spring, fertility, family, the hearth, childbirth, fire, blacksmiths,
scholars, physicians, prophets, healing, poetry, occult knowledge, and justice
Culture: Celtic
Symbols: Brigid’s Cross, candles, triquetra, faeries, four leaf clovers, cauldron, chalice, corn dolly, anvil, hammer, poetry, forges, hearths, and wells and rock formations
Plants: cinnamon, chamomile, blackberry, hawthorn, basil, mugwort, apple, heather, dandelion, snowdrop, willow, oak, shamrock, crocus, trillium, corn, lavender, and sage
Animals: snakes, sheep, cows, bees, owls, and hibernating animals
Colours: green, red, white, gold, and blue
Tarot: The Hierophant, The Lovers, Strength, The Hermit, The Sun, and Suit of Wands
Offerings: blackberries, milk, bread, herbal teas, heather, Brigid’s Cross, beer, apple cider, honey, baked goods, corn dollies, sheep’s wool products, jewelry or metal items, eggs, and cakes left on the windowsill at Imbolc.
❄️ Cailleach
Goddess of: winter, wind, the cold, creation, and transformation
Culture: Celtic
Symbols: hammers, hills, mountains, skulls, snow, wands, and waning moons
Plants: clove, lavender, apple, hazelnut, turnip, mugwort, pansy, patchouli, poppy, rose, rue, tansy, St John's wort, Witch hazel, woodruff, yarrow, elder trees, elm, pine, yew, gorse, holly, and snapdragon
Animals: bat, cattle, deer, fish, goat, mouse, owl, raven, reindeer, sheep, spider, pig, and wolf
Colours: black, blue, brown, grey, silver, white, and yellow
Tarot: Death, The Moon, and The Hermit
Offerings: pebbles, hag stones, shells, feathers, and boiled sweets.
🌲 Cernunnos
God of: forests, wild animals, finances, the Underworld, death, hunting, balance, grounding and healing, transitioning into the afterlife, and fertility
Culture: Celtic
Symbols: horns, a torc, gold coins, and serpents
Plants: ash, bayberry, chamomile, cedar, cinnamon, heliotrope, holly, ivy, lavender, juniper, myrrh, nettle, oak, patchouli, pine, sandalwood, sunflower, vine, and yarrow
Animals: stags, elk, goats, deer, bulls, horses, ram horned snakes, snakes, boars, owls, hawks, and ravens
Colours: yellow, gold, forest greens, silver, and black
Tarot: The Lovers, The World, and King of Pentacles
Offerings: dancing, venison, cooked meats (ethically sourced), roses, sunflowers, lavender, wildflowers, juniper bark and berries, oak wood carvings, green or gold candles, cinnamon, cloves, pine scents, pelts (ethically sourced), feathers, bones, forest moss, antlers, horns, pine cones, gold coins, daggers, poetry art, and Celtic music.
🌑 Cerridwen
Goddess of: the Moon, luck, poetry, change, rebirth, transformation, the Underworld, death, fertility, inspiration, magic, and knowledge
Culture: Welsh
Symbols: cauldron, dark Moon, lunar cycles, and caves
Plants: corn, grain, vervain, acorns, apple, oak, and hazel
Animals: white pig, greyhound, crow, hen, hare, otter, and hawk
Colours: silver, purple, black, grey, and green
Tarot: The Moon, Death, The Magician, and Suit of Cups
Offerings: pork, bread, milk, water, wheat, white and green candles, barley, rice, peanuts, poppy or sunflower seeds, vervain, and grain-based products.
✨ Circe
Goddess of: sorcery
Culture: Greek
Symbols: cup, loon, wand, and masks
Plants: hallucinogenic herbs and fungi, wheat, moly, and magical herbs
Animals: pig, lion, wolf, hawk, and beasts in general
Colours: gold, purple, silver, and red
Tarot: Queen of Cups and The Magician
Offerings: barley, wine, honey, meat, bread, weaving, and divination.
Danu
Goddess of: Earth-mother, fertility, wisdom, wind, and water
Culture: Celtic
Symbols: crowns, keys, wells, cauldron full of water, rivers, Celtic Tree of Life, and mother aspect of the triple Goddess
Plants: oak and water lily
Animals: fish, horses, seagulls, salmon, and snakes
Colours: blue, white, silver, and green
Tarot: The Empress and Strength
Offerings: wine, mead, ale, freshwater, and watering plants.
🔥 Dazbog
God of: the Sun, fortune, wealth, light, fertility, fire, destiny, and justice
Culture: Slavic
Symbols: kolovrat
Plants: sunflowers, marigold, calendula, chamomile, angelica, and St John’s wort
Animals: wolf, horse, goose, duck, and swan
Colours: white, gold, and red
Tarot: The Sun, Suit of Wands, and King of Wands
Offerings: bread, salt, eggs, pancakes, and bonfire.
🌾 Demeter
Goddess of: agriculture, harvest, fertility, and motherhood
Culture: Greek
Symbols: wheat, torches, and cornucopia
Plants: wheat, barley, mint, and poppy
Animals: snake, pig, gecko, dove, crane, screech owl, and grasshopper
Colours: gold, green, and brown
Tarot: The High Priestess and The World
Offerings: olive oil, water, fruit, honey, milk, grains, bread, freshly harvested goods, and water.
🍷 Dionysus
God of: wine, drunkenness, parties, wilderness, vegetation, fertility, ritual madness, religious ecstasy, theatre, and LGBT+ Community
Culture: Greek
Symbols: thyrsos, ivy crown, and Grapevine
Plants: grape, ivy, cinnamon, silver fir, bindweed, and figs
Animals leopard, goat, donkey, lion, snake, bull, and panther
Colours: red, purple, green, burgundy, and gold
Tarot: The Hanged Man, The Hierophant, The Devil, The Fool, and The Lovers
Offerings: wine, olive oil, fruit, water, honey, meats, wheat, barley, pinecone, ivy leaves, goblets, masks, and alcoholic beverages.
⚕️ Eir
Goddess of: healing and medicine
Culture: Norse
Symbols: copper, mortar and pestle, and sauna
Plants: medicinal herbs
Colours: red
Tarot: The Hanged Man
Offerings: healing spells, learning first aid, medicinal herbs, and first aid items.
🎣 Enki
God of: freshwater, wisdom, knowledge, magic, crafts, healing, fertility, creation, and the arts
Culture: Mesopotamian
Symbols: goatfish
Plants: thyme, chamomile, reeds, and cattails
Animals: goat, fish, chimera, robin, and cow
Colours: gold, blue, white, and silver
Tarot: The Hanged Man, The Hierophant, The Devil, The Fool, and The Lovers
Offerings: beer, eggs, fruit, vegetarian foods, myrrh, thyme, chamomile, wildflowers, fish, water, wine, silver or copper jewelry, and feathers.
💐 Eostre
Goddess of: spring and dawn
Culture: Germanic
Symbols: painted eggs
Plants: crocus, daffodil, primrose, and violet
Animals: rabbit, serpent, and dragon
Colours: green, yellow, and purple
Tarot: Queen of Pentacles
Offerings: decorating eggs, flowers, hot cross buns, pastries, and mead.
💀 Ereshkigal
Goddess of: death and the Underworld
Culture: Mesopotamian
Symbols: wood, rivers, boats, and lapis lazuli
Plants: pomegranate, grains, reeds, hemp, cedar, cypress, lotus, and monkshood
Animals: lion, owl, serpent, scorpion, owl, and sheep
Colours: silver, gold, red, and purple
Tarot: Death and The High Priestess
Offerings: fasting, bread, water, pomegranate juice, blackberries, blueberries, lamb or goat meat, lobster and mussels, nutmeg, garlic, poppy seeds, animal bones, gold or silver jewelry, black crystals, and Ornate scepters with wood and animal bones.
🧵 Frau Holda
Goddess of: fibre Arts, winter, protector of children and women, leader of the wild hunt, and Witchcraft
Culture: Germanic
Symbols: the Winter Solstice, pools, and Wells
Plants: holly, elder, juniper, mugwort, flax, and sorcerer’s violet
Animals: wolf and rabbit
Colours: blue and white
Tarot: The Empress, The High Priestess, and Death
Offerings: juniper berries, wine, cider, mead, cakes, music, dancing, and knot magick.
🐈 Freya / Freyja
Goddess of: love, beauty, fertility, sex, war, battle, gold, and sorcery
Culture: Norse
Symbols: her chariot pulled by cats, Brisíngamen necklace, the boar Hildisvíni, and cloak of Feathers
Plants: daisy, linden, snowdrops, lily of the valley, cowslip, columbine, pimpernel, and strawberries
Animals: horse, cat, falcon, hawk, rabbit, ladybug, oxen, swallow, and boar
Colours: gold, yellow, white, green, red, pink, and light blue
Tarot: The High Priestess, The Empress, The Lovers, The Chariot, Death, and Suit of Swords
Offerings: ale, apples, barley, honey, mead, pork, lavish jewelry and perfume, feeding stray cats, chocolate, amber, roses, cinnamon, and sweet liquors.
🐗 Freyr
God of: Peace, Fertility, Rain, Sunshine, Prosperity and Agriculture
Culture: Norse
Symbols: boar, the Sun, magical swords, phallus, and Friday
Plants: ash, lavender, catnip, nuts and cones, yew, holly, and ivy
Animals: boar, bee, and stag
Colours: gold, green, red, blue, pink, orange, and yellow
Tarot: The Lovers, The Sun, Suit of Pentacles, and King of Pentacles
Offerings: honey, grains and breads, gold, and antlers.
👰 Frigg
Goddess of: motherhood, marriage, prophecy, and fertility
Culture: Norse
Symbols: spinning wheel, silver, clouds, and mist
Plants: mistletoe, birch, fir, hawthorn, and Frigg’s grass
Animals: falcon, sheep, raven, and hawk
Colours: blue, silver, and white
Tarot: The Empress and The Lovers
Offerings: milk, mead, pastries, light fruity wine, hand-spun fibres, feathers, and soups and stews.
🪦 Hades
God of: the Underworld and wealth
Culture: Greek
Symbols: keys, chariot, helmet, Cerberus, serpent, dogs, and pomegranate
Plants: mint, white poplar, cypress, asphodel, narcissus, and pomegranate
Animals: snake, dog, sheep, cattle, screech owl, horse, black ram, bull, vulture, black cat, crow, and raven
Colours: dark blue, black, purple, dark green, bronze, gold, silver, and grey
Tarot: The Hermit, Death, Judgment, and Suit of Swords
Offerings: dark wine, whiskey, coffee, black tea, peppermint tea, dark chocolate, meat, sharp cheeses, bread, pomegranates, apples, bones, coins, keys, and crowns.
🪘 Hathor
Goddess of: the sky, women, fertility, love, the Sun, music, dance, joy, motherhood, fate, foreign lands and goods, and the afterlife
Culture: Egyptian
Symbols: sun disk, mirrors, drums and sistrums, and the number 4
Plants: sycamore, myrrh tree, dates, papyrus, and henna
Animals: cow, lioness, cobra, goose, gazelle, and cat
Colours: red
Tarot: The Empress, The Lovers, Wheel of Fortune, and Suit of Cups
Offerings: figs, dates, bread, cheese, butter, wine, beer, fresh water, perfumes, and makeup
👻 Hecate / Hekate
Goddess of: Witchcraft, necromancy, ghosts, the night, boundaries, and crossroads
Culture: Greek
Symbols: paired torches, keys, crossroads, dark/triple moon, wheel, daggers, rope, dogs, serpents, knives, and Strophalos
Plants: asphodel, garlic, yew, cypress, and poisonous plants
Animals: dog, mare, serpent, cat, bats, and polecat
Colours: black, grey, silver, gold, violet, green, red, and white
Tarot: The High Priestess, The Hermit, The Moon, and Queen of Pentacles
Offerings: wine, olive oil, water, fruit, honey, milk, eggs, garlic, almonds, various herbs, bones, wands, keys, a cauldron, crow feathers, pomegranates, dark chocolate, and blood.
📯 Heimdallr
God of: watchmen of the Gods
Culture: Norse
Symbols: horn and rainbow
Plants: birch, oak, rose, verbena, and avens
Animals: rooster, horse, and ram
Colours: white and rainbow
Tarot: The Hermit
Offerings: mead, fine beer, freshwater, lamb meat, pork, and coffee.
💀 Hel
Goddess of: death and the afterlife
Culture: Norse
Symbols: skulls and bones
Plants: beech, alder, elm, ivy, juniper, willow, and yew
Animals: wolf
Colours: black and white
Tarot: Death, The Tower, and Suit of Swords
Offerings: tea, wine, apples, meat, bread, soup, dried flowers, and blood.
🌋 Hephaestus
God of: metal smithing, fire, volcanoes, craftsmanship, and technology
Culture: Greek
Symbols: hammer, tongs, and anvil
Plants: fennel
Animals: donkey, crane, and dog
Colours: gold, yellow, orange, silver, grey, and red
Tarot: Judgment and Suit of Wands
Offerings: wine, olive oil, water, fruit, honey, bread, meat, spicy things, hot beverages, and handmade metal items.
👑 Hera
Goddess of: marriage, fertility, childbirth, Kings and Empires, women, family, the sky, and the stars
Culture: Greek
Symbols: lotus-staff, throne, and diadem
Plants: pomegranate, lotus, willow, and apple
Animals: hawk, peacock, lion, cow, cuckoo, and crane
Colours: gold, silver, white, purple, blue, and green
Tarot: The Empress, The World, Suit of Cups, and Queen of Cups
Offerings: wine, olive oil, water, fruit, honey, milk, grains and bread, chocolate, pomegranates, apples, white flowers, crowns, animal shells, perfume, and silver or gold jewelry.
💸 Hermes
God of: messenger of the God, heraldry, omens, animal husbandry, poetry and fables, trade, travel, boundaries, thieves, wit, language, education, and psychopomp
Culture: Greek
Symbols: caduceus, Talaria, petasos, and lyre
Plants: crocus, Greek strawberry, palm tree, almond tree, and strawberries
Animals: tortoise, ram, hawk, rooster, serpent, and hare
Colours: gold, yellow, orange, silver, grey, green, and red
Tarot: Judgment, The Magician, The Fool. The Hierophant, The Hermit, The Star, Suit of Swords
Offerings: wine, olive oil, water, strawberries, foreign foods and items, honey, water, fruit, chocolate, wheat, lemons, almonds, cinnamon, coins, dice, beer, meat, chamomile tea, pineapple, bread, and milk mixed with honey.
🏠 Hestia
Goddess of: the home, the hearth, family, domesticity, and The Civic or The Sacrificial Flame
Culture: Greek
Symbols: hearth, kettle, and head veils
Plants: poppy, goldenrod, hollyhock, and yarrow
Animals: pig, cow, donkey, and crane
Colours: gold, white, orange, red, and lavender
Tarot: Strength, The Hermit, and Queen of Wands
Offerings: wine, olive oil, water, fruit, honey, milk, pork, bread, cooking herbs, tea, and candles.
🦅 Horus
God of: kingship, the sky, war, protection, and healing
Culture: Egyptian
Symbols: crown, Eye of Horus, Ankh, the Sun, and the Moon
Plants: acacia, lettuce, iris, lotus, and olive
Animals: falcon, hawk, bull, peacock, and lion
Colours: green
Tarot: The Emperor, The Hierophant, The Chariot, The Sun, Judgment, and King of Swords
Offerings: raw meat left out for hawks and falcons, bread, weaponry, water, milk, ale, wine, coffee, fruits and vegetables, figs, dates, and chocolate with nuts.
😴 Hypnos
God of: sleep, dreams, and illusions
Culture: Greek
Symbols: inverted torch
Plants: poppy and cottonwood tree
Animals: nighthawk and songbirds
Colours: black, silver, white, blue, red, and purple
Tarot: The Hierophant
Offerings: wine, olive oil, water, honey, milk, fruit, poppy seeds (and foods including them), herbal teas, sleep inducing and calming herbs, feathers, sleeping mask, and poppy flowers.
🍎 Idunn
Goddess of: spring, rejuvenation, immortality, youth, and beauty
Culture: Norse
Symbols: golden apples and ashwood box
Plants: apple blossom, birch, fir, hawthorn, mugwort, rose, and willow
Animals: songbirds
Colours: green, silver, red, and yellow
Tarot: Page of Wands, Queen of Cups, and Queen of Pentacles
Offerings: gardening, apples, homegrown fruits and vegetables (without pesticides), apple pie, and cider
💖 Inanna
Goddess of: romantic love, harmony, sex, beauty, passion, desire, fertility, victory, war, justice, and political power
Culture: Mesopotamian
Symbols: eight-pointed star, hook-shaped Knot of Reeds and Venus
Plants: lilies, narcissus, reeds, myrtle, and all sprouts
Animals: lion and dove
Colours: green, black, red, silver, and white
Tarot: The Lovers, The Hierophant, Justice, The Hanged Man and The Star
Offerings: Wine, Champagne, Lemonade, Honey, Chocolate and Pastries, Cherries, Pomegranates, Strawberries, Elegant Jewelry, Peaches, Swords and Daggers, Artwork and Poetry
🦊 Inari
God of: rice, foxes, fertility, tea, sake, crafts, agriculture, industry, and prosperity
Culture: Japanese
Symbols: keys, wish-granting jewel, and rice
Plants: cryptomeria, cedar, pine, wheat, and rice
Animals: fox
Colours: red and white
Tarot: Suit of Pentacles
Offerings: inarizushi, rice, rice cakes, rice served with red beans, sake, incense, acts on behalf of foxes, handmade crafts, and tea.
☄️ Isis
Goddess of: magic, life, compassion, fertility, motherhood, childbirth, rebirth, devotion, royalty, knowledge, protection, abundance, healing, and the elements.
Culture: Egyptian.
Symbols: moon disk, cow horns, wings, solar disk, Ankh, and gold.
Plants: sycamore, cedar, corn, flax, wheat, barley, grapes, lotus, vervain, myrrh tree, and papyrus.
Animals: hawk, crocodile, scorpion, crab, cobra, goose, swallow, dove, vulture, and snakes in general.
Colours: yellow, silver, gold, black, red, cobalt blue, and green.
Tarot: The High Priestess, The Empress, The Lovers, Strength, The Hermit, Wheel of Fortune, Temperance, The Star, The Moon, The World, and Suit of Cups.
Offerings: milk, flowers, honey, wine, lemonade, tropical fruits (juice or whole), herbal tea, seafood, herbs (anise and nutmeg), roses, Egyptian jewelry, incense, and white candles.
🌿 Jarilo / Yarilo
God of: vegetation, fertility, spring, rebirth, sexuality, peace, and war
Culture: Slavic
Symbols: vegetation
Plants: wheat, ferns, and spring flowers
Animals: horse and white wolf
Colours: white, yellow, gold, and green
Tarot: The Sun, Strength, and Suit of Pentacles
Offerings: bread, wheat, spring flowers, and edible seeds
🌍 Jörð
Goddess of: personification of the Earth
Culture: Norse
Symbols: mountains, grandmothers, and girdle
Plants: local native plants and healing herbs
Animals: bee
Colours: green
Tarot: The World and Queen of Pentacles
Offerings: picking up litter and trash and taking care of the Earth and nature.
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babe i loved this song and the lyrics and the prompts and i hope you know that i'm going to have to come back to this. STOP SENDING MY STUFF THAT TURNS INTO WIPS (i'm joking dont stop please, because just my luck they'd pretend to take me seriously)
<3
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Alec kneels in the dirt of the graveyard and bows his head. Behind him, Jace hisses and steps back, pulling Fray with him.
“What, what’s going on?” Fray asks, interrupting his
“Alec, come on buddy. Not here, not like this.” Jace mutters, something almost worried in his voice, as if he knows that Alec has every right to kneel and pray.
“I pray to the hunter,” Alec vows, because he does not worship Raziel, he worships those who came before, the shadowhunters who died and bled and spilled their blessed gift in defense of the world. “For those who came first, I pray to your bones, to the dirt that claimed your flesh.”
Jace hisses and there is a sound of struggle and muffled voices and then he leaves, far enough that Fray won’t interrupt something this sacred.
Alec digs his fingers into the dirt and feels the sleeping magic of hundreds of deaths and he reaches for it, opening his soul in a way that few are able and willing to do. “I pray to the cold frost, to winter, to the bones of our dead. I offer my service, to death and decay.”
Something moves, far under the earth and Alec reaches deeper, the hard soil parting like sand beneath his grasping hands and something solid and firm pushes up into his waiting grasp.
Alec smiles, a dark and devout smear of violence across his face.
He pulls out a bow made of bone, the bleached whiteness of it gleaming in the light of the moon a soft silver and when he reaches down again, adamas tipped bone arrows fletches with the feathers of lost nephilim offer themselves to him.
Alec bows his head, letting tears fall in gratitude and feeling them freeze on his face as he cuts his lip on an adamas arrowhead and bends, pressing his lips to the now frozen and solid ground.
“I thank the fallen.” He whispers, blood thick on his tongue and his lips coated with grave dirt, “guide me on my way.”
Alec stands, his quiver full and his bow strung with hair from a dead nephilim. When he reaches Fray and Jace, Isabelle is with them, her face a shade paler under the moonlight and her eyes wide as she watches him. She doesn’t offer to wipe the blood and dirt from his face, she knows better, and she clenches her jaw, and her hand goes to her wrist, as if she finally realizes how far they’ve pushed him.
Alec saves his prayers for when he needs them, that he feels he needs to now, is a sign that they have overstepped. That Alec doesn’t consider this a simple, under the armory mission. No one will be able to sanction Alec for his actions now, but the same is not true for Izzy and Jace, and he’s drawn a very clear line of how much he’s about to allow.
“What is it made of?” Fray asks, voice too close and she reaches out, as if she’s going to touch the bow and Alec reacts with a move of his hand, snapping her wrist before she can touch it and he grins as she screams.
A sharp, brutal cry that echoes the breaking of her bones.
“Do not.” Is all he says and when she backs up, sniffling and looking at Jace for help and protection, Alec smirks. “You’ve already run her once, Jace. Don’t let me stop you now.”
Jace swallows and nods, because Alec snapping her wrist is far less bad than what the bones of those Alec worships would have done.
For someone who is not in service to them to touch, to covet, to try and take, Fray would have possibly lost her entire hand if not her life.
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Don't Have To Hurt Anymore
Frederick and I have been on a little bit of an angst kick recently, but I promise, I PROMISE, that this ends well. I PROMISE. i feel like this is horrible and rambling and goes nowhere but yeah here's a thing
inspired by "Broken" by Isak Danielson yes yES it sounds awful but i swear on gavriel's grave that it ends well
Word count: 2.7k
CW: swearing, references to abortion
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She’d fallen so hard, so fast. The first time she caught a glimpse of his pale hair, near-silver beneath the kaleidoscopic strobe lights, when she caught a flash of his grin, she was captivated. There was something familiar about that hair, something she couldn’t place. She laughed and spun her way across the floor until she stood beside him–half a turn and they’d be face to face.
He turned.
Aelin still remembered the way Rowan’s face slackened upon seeing her, the way his jaw dropped and his eyes widened, sweeping over her with something so much deeper than brazen appreciation. Despite her tiny little skirt, her skintight gold top, the stiletto heels she could barely keep upright in, the thick layer of makeup, he didn’t see the persona she put on, but the person beneath. He saw her.
Nobody had ever looked at her like that. Like they saw her, and were not afraid.
None of her worthless exes ever had, for damn sure.
“Hi,” he said–well, yelled over the thumping music–his tattooed hand nervously rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m Rowan.”
“Aelin,” she called back, her lips tilting upwards.
That quicksilver grin of his flashed over his face. “Dance with me?” She grinned right back and took his hand, falling effortlessly into his arms.
They lasted all of four songs before Rowan bent his head down to her ear, whispering the question she simultaneously wanted and dreaded. Want to go upstairs?
Yeah, she breathed, ten different ways to quietly slip out of the party rapidly forming in her mind. He linked his fingers through hers and walked her across the floor, weaving through dancing bodies and the thick stench of alcohol and sweat, guiding her up the staircase into fresher air.
She heaved a deep breath. “So much better.”
“Yeah,” he agreed, keeping his fingers laced with hers. A hint of something almost vulnerable– probably just the alcohol, though–flickered across the planes of his face. “Here.” He pushed open a door, standing back to let her walk in first. “This one’s mine.”
“Didn’t know you kept a room at the frat house,” she teased, cracking a joke to cover up the way she could feel herself starting to shake.
He chuckled and closed the door. “I lock up whenever I leave so none of the other guys can dump their shit in my nice clean room.”
Aelin snorted a laugh. “So, a frat guy who’s a clean freak? Who are you, Rowan?”
“Nobody important,” he mumbled. He sat down on the neatly-made bed, a gentle tug on her hand asking her to come sit with him.
She flinched.
He released her hand and held both his hands up, palms out. “Hey.” His voice was soft, wary. “I’m not going to make you do anything, Aelin.” A few seconds of silence passed. “My door’s unlocked; if you need to go, then go. I promise I won’t try anything.” He swallowed thickly. “I…I guess I just thought you might want some space.”
Gradually, Aelin relaxed, remembering to count her breaths like she’d practiced over and over again with her therapist. “I…thanks,” she whispered. Finding her power of movement, she stepped to the bed and sat down a few inches away from Rowan’s side, still keeping a hand’s breadth of distance. “I needed some space, yeah.”
That searching look of his was back on his face. “Aelin?”
“What.”
He exhaled deeply. “Punch me if I’m being an asshole, but–did something happen?”
She twisted the rings on her fingers, a hundred million incoherent thoughts rampaging through her mind. Then, she looked up, properly meeting his gaze for the first time that night. “Before I say anything, Rowan, do you know me?”
His forehead furrowed. “You…no? We just met downstairs, you must know someone else in the frat–probably Fen, he’s friends with everyone.” Confusion clouded his handsome face; his eyes scanned hers, looking for something, anything, any detail that might jog his memory.
She blew out a breath. “Can I use your bathroom really quick?”
“Sure.” He gestured towards the bathroom door. “Help yourself.”
“Thanks.”
Aelin locked the bathroom door behind her, turned on the tap, and gripped the edge of the sink, hands shaking. She lifted her eyes to the mirror, staring into a face that wasn’t hers. The makeup–how clever of her to use her artistic skills to adjust the shape of her face so nobody would really know it was her. She’d thought she could enjoy the frat party, throw back a few drinks and scream-sing along to a few songs and have a fun night.
Until Rowan wrapped his hand around hers, and every emotion she thought she’d shoved away came crashing back.
Reaching for a towel, Aelin shut off the water and patted her face dry, carefully hanging Rowan’s towel back up before turning–slowly–back towards the mirror to face her reflection. Her face now, no longer hiding behind makeup. Gingerly, she opened the bathroom door, half-hoping Rowan would have gone back downstairs since she was taking so long. He was still sitting on the bed, and his head lifted when she opened the door, mild concern on his face as he glanced towards her.
She walked hesitantly across the room, stopped right in front of him, met his gaze head-on.
His eyes widened, jaw slackening as he looked into her face and recognized her. “Aelin,” he whispered. “You were–”
“Yeah.” Her voice was a hollow rasp. “I didn’t think you’d remember–it’s been more than two years, I thought I wouldn’t remember anything about it.”
Cautiously, he offered her his tattooed hand, letting her touch her shaking fingers to his solid, steady ones. “Do you…do you need to say anything?
~
She really thought she loved him. Stupid, childish Aelin.
She was nineteen when she met Chaol Westfall, still a big-eyed freshman amazed at how huge the world of university was. He was a year older, the rising-star sophomore baseball player that half the student body had a crush on, but for some reason he only had eyes for Aelin. She thought she was nobody–sure, she played on the basketball team, but she was only a freshman; she wasn’t getting tons of minutes or anything special. They met in a class, a 150-person psychology lecture at 10 a.m. Aelin sat in the middle of the lecture hall, in the sweet spot where she knew she wouldn’t really be noticed but she still had a good view of the professor. Chaol strolled into class and sat down a couple rows in front of her, and she paid him no attention, thinking he was just another guy. About a month in, they both showed up to a study session with a few other student-athletes from the class and quickly found they had a lot of shared interests.
Their first date had been a few days later. He took her out to dinner at a nicer restaurant, laughed and flirted and wooed her over dinner and dessert, drove her back to her building and kissed her goodnight. She’d gone upstairs to her dorm with a giddy smile on her face, incredibly excited for the potential of a relationship.
Then he took her to one of the baseball team’s parties, and she started to have doubts.
She shoved those silly doubts away, though, drowned them out with laughter and flirting and cheap beer and Chaol’s kisses. She told her apprehension to go fuck itself and wound her fingers into Chaol’s hair, pressed her body closer to his. One of his teammates wolf-whistled at them, earning a dirty gesture from Chaol, who laughed wryly as he took Aelin’s hand and led her through the chaos of the party into a quieter room, locking the door behind them. Don’t need anyone walking in, he chuckled.
When he kissed her again, tongue tangling with hers, his hands drifted to the hem of her dress, sending sparks shooting through her blood. He paused, leaning back enough to find her eyes. Is this okay?
And Aelin nodded, sliding her dress off her shoulders, and kissed him back, closing her eyes, losing herself in his surprisingly gentle touch. It only took a few moments before he was less gentle, before clothes disappeared in a hazy, half-drunk blur, before a condom appeared from gods knew where and he was laying her down, promising he’d make her feel so good. And he did, he made her feel things she’d never felt before, made her feel pleasure like she’d never experienced it. He told her she was beautiful, she was gorgeous, she was stunning.
She really thought he meant it.
The next morning, she woke up in Chaol’s arms. She smiled lazily, sleepily wondering if this could become her life. And for a while, it was her life. For at least a few months, she grew used to tumbling into Chaol’s bed, falling asleep in his arms. She grew used to wearing his jersey, which meant she caught looks from other girls. She grew used to the idea of him as her boyfriend.
Then she passed out during her chemistry lab.
When she came around, her professor and her lab partner and some of her classmates were clustered around her, varying degrees of concern on their faces. She waved them off and sat up, taking her lab partner’s arm for stability. Probably just the chemical fumes, she joked. It’s like I forgot basic lab safety, right?
She got through the rest of the lab before racing back to her dorm, dumping her things, grabbing her car keys, and driving straight to the pharmacy. Once she got back, she locked herself in the bathroom and opened the cardboard box with shaky hands, unfolding the ridiculously large instruction sheet. She almost couldn’t focus because of her nerves, but she steeled herself, followed the instructions, and waited. And waited. Gods, three minutes was an eternity.
The chiming of her phone timer just about gave her a heart attack. She scrambled to turn off the timer, then grabbed the little plastic sticks. She swore she could hear her own heartbeat thundering as she forced herself to look at the tests.
Two blue crosses stared her in the face.
Of course, she told Chaol. Why wouldn’t she? He was the father; he deserved to know. She showed him the tests late that night, sitting by his side. She wrapped her arms around her knees, suddenly reverting back to her little self, terrified of the great big world. He dropped the pregnancy tests with a soft, dull clatter and swore under his breath.
She managed to look over at him, tears pooling in her eyes. “What should we do?”
“I don’t know,” he admitted. “Fuck, I didn’t–we were safe–”
“We were.” Until they weren’t.
He sighed. “We’ll figure it out. I promise.”
She believed him. Stupid, stupid Aelin.
It hadn’t even been twenty-four hours after telling Chaol when Aelin knocked on his door and walked in, like she’d grown used to doing, and stopped short, gasping. The sight of one’s boyfriend shirtless and making out with someone else tended to do that.
At her gasp, Chaol jerked away from the…the guy? Well, shit. Good for him? Or something? Aelin didn’t wait for him to try and explain, she just slammed the door and walked away, ignoring his half-assed attempt to call after her. He barely even tried–he didn’t even run after her. He just called her name once or twice, then gave up and went back to his room. And his probable boyfriend.
Aelin expected to feel…something. Instead, she just felt numb. She walked back to her dorm, sat down on her bed, and stared at the wall. She didn’t know how long passed until voices sounded in the hallway and she snapped back into reality and picked up her phone, pretending like she’d just been casually scrolling through Instagram when her roommate walked in.
The next day–it was a Saturday, she remembered it like it had been yesterday–she got up quietly, made her bed, got dressed in comfortable leggings and an oversized Nirvana t-shirt that had once been her dad’s, picked up her car keys and her purse, and slipped out the door. On autopilot, she drove into town, pulled into the clinic parking lot, locked up her car, walked into the building, and went upstairs. The receptionist at the desk was a sweet-faced, middle-aged lady with graying hair who only asked a few check-in questions before handing Aelin a clipboard with a few forms and telling her where to sign. In moments, she was being escorted into the clinic, a nurse in vibrant purple scrubs at her side. The nurse sat with her through the whole thing, squeezing her hand, and wheeled her into the recovery room, saying something about how someone would come by in half an hour to discharge her.
She remembered exiting the clinic feeling tired, ready to go back to her dorm and have a good long nap. She remembered walking back into the waiting area and suddenly having the need to sit down, a wave of lightheadedness washing over her. She remembered how she all but collapsed onto the floor, waving off the staff who came to check on her. I just need a moment.
She remembered a tattooed hand reaching down to her. Hey. Do you need a lift?
She remembered looking up into pine-green eyes filled with concern. She remembered the sticker on his t-shirt: VOLUNTEER. She took the outstretched hand, let the young man help her to her feet, and took a deep breath, steadying herself. When he asked her again if she needed a lift, she shook her head and started walking. Her legs quivered and buckled, betraying her, and he was right back at her side, gently insisting that he at least get her out to her car.
She was much more stable by the time she got to the parking lot, stable enough to wave at the guy before driving herself back to campus, heading upstairs into her room, curling up on her bed, stuffing her face into her pillow, and releasing a long, stifled scream.
The tears followed immediately after that, bursting uncontrollably from the depths of her being. Aelin tucked herself into a tight little ball, clutched her pillows, and sobbed, her whole body shaking with the force of her tears.
Until now, she’d spent the last two years deliberately forgetting that day had ever happened.
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She was sobbing by the time she’d finished speaking, slumped onto Rowan’s bedroom floor with her arms wrapped around her knees, overcome by every broken feeling she thought she’d locked away. She didn’t even realize he was kneeling next to her until he said her name, softly at first, then a little stronger. Aelin. Aelin. Aelin. “What?”
He faced her, close enough to touch but not wanting to reach for her lest he frighten her, lest she pull away. “You don’t have to hide yourself from me, Aelin, I promise.”
She sniffled. “How can you say that?”
“Because you deserve to hear it,” he murmured. “It’s true. That asshole–he never deserved you, not for a godsdamn second.”
Despite herself, she managed a teary chuckle. “He never fucking did.” She looked up through a film of tears, finding muted rage clouding Rowan’s face. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“He–he’s not worth it.” Chaol wasn’t worth it. She’d failed to see that for so long, still clinging to the hope that he’d come back to her, that he would change into someone who cared. He’d left her broken on the floor, left her without a care in the world.
Rowan had started to pick up the broken pieces of her the moment he held out his hand in the clinic.
“Okay.” Rowan’s whisper was gentle. “I…Aelin?” Her brows lifted in question. “Can I–” Words failed, so he just held out his arms. She all but fell into his embrace, clinging to him like a lifeline. Hot salty tears dripped into his shirt, her shoulders shaking as she cried.
When she raised her head, a hint of a smile curled at the corners of her lips. “Hey.”
“Hey.” His tentative smile was everything she needed in that moment.
She’d fallen for him so fast, so hard–like she always did. Like she had with Chaol. And with her handful of high school boyfriends before that. This time, though, it was different.
This time, it was Rowan.
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The wooden floorboards creek and croak under the clickety clack of your newly acquired gilded leather boots as you make your way up to the deck, over vast hordes of fortune, past engorged piles of gold and spice, doubloons and silks, navigating mazes of stacked chests brimming with books and boundless scrolls. You tip- toe around your comatose crewmates, satiated by plunder and ransacked stores of rum, to the mast of your ship, and look out onto the horizon.
Heliotrope hues of dusk creep up behind the melting sunset, calming the raging gusts of the sea to caresses of the breeze. Wisps of ghostly silver swirl hazily amongst sporadic speckles of spangling starlight like a stewing soup in the sky, its delicate marbling mirrored on waves that twinkle under the moonlight. Skull and crossbones whip in the wind and the ship rocks lazily as if lulled to sleep by the cradle of the sloping sea. You sigh, contented, and pray to avoid a watery grave for many moons to come.
or, Books Master list:
A Series of Unfortunate events by Lemony Snicket, 1 through 13(Epubs)
Tales of Dunk and Egg by George R. R. Martin 01-03, 1, 2 & 4(Epubs)
A song of Ice and Fire by George R. R. Martin, 1 through 5, including 4.5, A World of Ice and Fire, and Fire and Blood(no.1 is a PDF, the rest Epubs)
A Court of Thorns and Roses by Sarah J. Maas, 1 through 4(Epubs)
All For The Game by Nora Sakavic, 1, 2, &3(Epubs)
Anne of Green Gables by L. M. Montgomery, 1 through 8(Epubs)
The Fowl Twins by Eoin Colfer, 1&2(Epubs)
Artemis Fowl by Eoin Colfer, 1 through 8(PDFs)
Carry On by Rainbow Rowell, 1, 2, &3(no.3 is a PDF, the rest Epubs)
Chaos Walking by Patrick Ness, 1,2 &3, including 2.5 and snowscape(snowscape is a PDF, the rest Epubs)
Chronicles of Alice by Christina Henry, 1&2(Epubs)
City of Ghosts by Victoria Schwab, 1,2 &3(no.1 is a PDF, the rest Epubs)
Children of Blood and Bone by Tomi Adeyemi, 1&2(Epubs)
Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu(Epub)
Heaven's Official Blessing by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu(PDF)
The Scum Villain's Self Saving System by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu(Epub)
Discworld by Terry Pratchett, 1 through 41(Epubs)
Divergent by Veronica Roth, 1,2 &3, including 0.5(Epubs)
Earthsea by Ursula k. Le guin, 1 through 6(Epubs)
The Farseer Trilogy by Robbin Hobb, 1,2 &3(PDFs)
Fence by Sarah Rees Brennan, 1&2(Epubs)
Folk of the air series by Holly Black, 1,2 &3(Epubs)
Harry Potter by J K. Rowling, 1 through 7(Epubs)
Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins, 1, 2&3(Epubs)
In Other Lands by Sarah Rees Brennan(Epub)
Tears waiting to be Diamonds by Sarah Rees Brennan Parts 1&2(PDFs)
Inheritance Cycle by Christopher Paolini, 1 through 4(Epubs)
The History of the Middle Earth by J R. R. Tolkien, 1 through 12(Epubs)
The J R. R. Tolkien collection: Bilbo's Last Song, Tales from the Perilous Realm, The Children of Hurin, The Fellowship of the Ring, The Hobbit, the Hobbit(enhanced edition), The Legend of Sigurd and Gudrun, The Letters of J R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings (collection) Illustrated by J R. R. Tolkien; Alan Lee, The Lord of the Rings (collection), The Return of the King, The Silmarillion, The Silmarillion(illustrated) by J R. R. Tolkien; Ted Nasmith, The Two Towers, Unfinished Tales(Epubs)
The Lunar Chronicles by Marissa Meyer, 1 through 5, Including 3.1(4&5 are PDFs, the rest Epubs)
Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard by Rick Riordan, 1, 2&3, including From the Nine Worlds and Hotel Valhalla Guide to the Norse Worlds(Epubs)
Once Upon a Broken Heart by Garber Stephanie, 1&2(Epubs)
Percy Jackson by Rick Riordon, 1 through 5, including 4.5, Camp Half Blood confidential, Demigods and Monsters, Percy Jackson and the Singer of Apollo, Percy Jackson's Greek Gods, and Percy Jackson's Greek Heroes(Percy Jackson and the Singer of Apollo is a PDF, the rest Epubs)
The Heroes of Olympus by Rick Riordan, 1 through 5, including The Demigod Diaries(Epubs)
The Trials of Apollo by Rick Riordan, 1 through 5, including Camp Jupiter Classified(Epubs)
The Demigods of Olympus - An Interactive Adventure by Rick Riordan(Epub)
Shades of Magic by V. E. Schwab, 1,2&3(PDFs)
The Dark Artifices by Cassandra Clare, 1,2 &3(Epubs)
The Infernal Devices by Cassandra Clare, 1,2&3(Epubs)
The Last Hours by Cassandra Clare, 1&2(Epubs)
The Mortal Instruments by Cassandra Clare, 1 through 6(Epubs)
The Eldest Curses by Cassandra Clare 1(Epub)
Shadowhunter Chronicles extras by Cassandra Clare, including An Illustrated History of Noble Shadowhunters and Denizens of Downworld, Ghosts of the Shadow Market, The Bane Chronicles, and the Shadowhunter Codex(Epubs)
Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo, 1&2(Epubs)
The Grisha Trilogy by Leigh Bardugo, 1,2&3, including 1.5 and the Darkling Prequel - Demon in the Woods(Epub)
Skullduggery Pleasant by Derrick Landy, 1 through 14, including 1.5, 2.5, 6.5, 7.5, 8.5, &13.5(Epubs)
The Kane Chronicles by Rick Riordan, 1,2&3, including The Kane Chronicles survival guide, and Demigods and Magicians(Epubs)
The Locked Tomb by Tamsyn Muir, 1,2 &3, including 0.5 and 2.5(Epubs)
The Magesterium series by Holly Black and Cassandra Clare, 1 through 5(Epubs)
The Raven Cycle by Maggie Stiefvater, 1 through 4, including 4.5(Epubs)
The Dreamer Trilogy by Maggie Stiedvater, 1&2(Epubs)
The Witcher by Andrzej Sapkowski, 1 through 6, including 0.5 & 0.75(Epubs)
The Wolves of Mercy Falls by Maggie Stiefvater, 1,2&3(Epubs)
Throne of Glass by Sarah J. Maas, 1 though 7, including 0.5(Epubs)
The Underland Chronicles by Suzanne Collins, 1 through 5(Epubs)
Unwind Dystology by Neal Shusterman, 1 through 4, including 1.5 and 4.5(Epubs)
The Vampire Chronicles by Anne Rice, 1 through 12(Epubs)
The Warrior cats series by Erin Hunter :The Prophecies Begin 1 through 6(PDFs), The New Prophecy 1 through 6(Epubs), Power of Three 1 through 6(PDFs), Omen of Stars 1 through 6(PDFs), Dawn of the Clans 1 through 6(PDFs), Vision of Shadows 1&2(PDFs)
A discovery of Witches by Deborah Harkness(Epub)
Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Saenz(Epub)
Blindsight by Peter Watts(Epub)
Bridge to Terabithia by Katherine Patterson(Epub)
Dune by Frank Herbert(Epub)
Elantris by Brandon Sanderson(Epub)
Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell(Epub)
Hollow Kingdom by Kira Jane Buxton(Epub)
How to Live Safely in a Science Fictional Universe by Charles Yu(PDF)
I Am Still Alive by Kate Alice Marshall(Epub)
I Wish You All the Best by Mason Deaver(Epub)
Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami(Epub)
More Happy Than Not by Adam Silvera(Epub)
One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich by Alexander Solzhenitsyn(Epub)
More Than This by Patrick Ness(PDF)
The Rest of Us Just Live Here by Patrick Ness(Epub)
Red, White and Royal Blue by Casey Mcquiston(Epub)
Salt to the Sea by Ruta Sepytis(Epub)
The Adventures of Charles, the Veretian Cloth Merchant, Captive Prince Short Stories Book 3 by C. S. Pacat(Epub)
The Book Thief by Markus Zusak(Epub)
City of Brass by S. A. Chakraborty(Epub)
The Martian by Andy Wier(Epub)
The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern(Epub)
They Both Die at the End - Adam Silvera(Epub)
The Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo(Epub)
The Poppy War by R. F. Kuang(Epub)
The Song of Achilles by Madison Miller(Epub)
The Starless Sea by Erin Morgenstern(Epub)
Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow by Gabrielle Zerin(Epub)
Torture Mom by Ryan Green(Epub)
Where I End and You Begin by Preston Norton(Epub)
Radio Silence by Alice Oseman(Epub)
Message me, or make a request in the notes, and I’ll send you a copy(via email)
#epubs#pdfs#free pdf#free epubs#vanilla extract#library#books#pirates#pirate ships#pirate core#pdf download#ebooks#read free ebooks#download ebooks#pirate aesthetic#series of unfortunate events#tales of dunk and egg#asoiaf#acotar#Artemis fowl#carry on#chaos walking#Percy Jackson#shadowhunters#discworld#novels
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In sacrosanct meadows on lush green hillside
courtyards of
evergreen and lily white snow, sits
The Jester
holding cards
She waits there with a sheepish grin. Her wild eyes staring from lunacy beyond the grave of his long dead burned out mind.
Nothing
was there
rattling through his skull like a rats cage
set on fire
fleeing rodents wrapped up in disguise of "Ideas"
That thunk himself brilliant and yet
SAID he was humble which meant borrowing his neighbors coat to drape over mud holes waiting for the first fool to partake of the plastic.
The slipknot goat-head wheel turner
could have been but a single shot
transfixed into a photograph hung center in
The Museum Of Cretin.
Oh …shake the haze from the glare. There are no cards to read here, realize now as they are
just four blank mirrors void of a decent worthy expression.
Only an echo from years previous this short track roller coaster is out to lunch.
Permanently imitating chatty Kathy in a make-believe world.
….
Whilst the Thief laughed, merriment began to rise and bloom in iridescent array that "smoke screened eyelids"*
from ever knowing the secret
of unlocking beauty’s door…
When the moon made an appearance from the dusk of a cloud
barren soldiers were fighting in the cosmic dust
of infinite spiral layers
of possibilities. Love was
at the door step
opening gates
so inviting. This is the part of the story
Wise fear to tread…
Lets "talk" about love shall we?
Here, take my hand I will guide you now through the hallways of truth.
Love is always an open door speaking songs of forlorn angels and battle scars of internal injustice. It screams out as though it was not a biological drug life induced
that heart of being…
not just this falsely believing.
I myself am Wrapped up in nothing
short of insanity, sleepless, penny brained, every word:
"Yes" as in "Yes my Love Yes!"
mind babbling beggar... using only first dimensional communication.
A day spent in concrete stoic
Are now failing words
spilled in marbles
at loves door.
No now now baby,
you will never shake
this off.
No not the
real deal.
Your going to change
rid anything left insulting your
soul
your gonna wash your face
and look square
in the eyes. Your gonna smile now
"goddamit"
Smile.
Show me baby what loves all about.
Did you think it was a white picket?
Now.
holy un-roll all the fears your momma and your poppa force fed.
Stop gagging on the stew passed around this old cross for generations
You really think you know what loves all about?
Is it about jealousy
for the testosterone forgiven
from lily white to crimson dilate
clothes from every other sister
as she passed by.
Do you love em honey when every drool felt like nails into the coffin of self esteem.
Love feel safe like the choking flavor of chapstick
and gum
strangle-holding
dignity on a silver plated fork three-prongs that I swear looks just like a bird.
A fuck you
flip
this
switch bird.
a book now …
Like chapter one "first verse same as the first"
where slave driver poet lords bang minds door with words hung across arms
whilst fur is trading in dark caves of fog
Where old gathers together hand and hand to die.
or Bleed
sometimes you take a break to let it bleed.
Love is ruthless a two edged sword
for polarities balances a spinning pirouette effortlessly.
Love has a few freckles
sunspots on oceans of sea green, evergreen in redwood forests
where it flourishes a dream within this dream.
A voice always a little above or below the wave
where a dance-floor joyously
announces
heart & soul
though the train finally came home to stay…
Love walks with
or a step ahead for it is always there
freely
When you finally come home stay
love walked with you all the way
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Book Recommendations
Kellen Graves
Prince of the Sorrows (Rowan Blood, #1)
Lord of Silver Ashes (Rowan Blood, #2)
Herald of the Witch’s Mark (Rowan Blood #3)
The Fox and the Dryad
K.J. Charles
The Smuggler and the Warlord (A Charm of Magpies, #0.5)
The Magpie Lord (A Charm of Magpies, #1)
Interlude with Tattoos (A Charm of Magpies, #1.5)
A Case of Possession (A Charm of Magpies, #2)
A Case of Spirits (A Charm of Magpies, #2.5
Flight of Magpies (A Charm of Magpies, #3)
Feast of Stephen (A Charm of Magpies, #3.5)
Five For Heaven (A Charm of Magpies, #3.6)
Jackdaw (A Charm of Magpies, #4)
Rag and Bone (A Charm of Magpies, #5)
A Queer Trade (A Charm of Magpies, #5.5)
The Secret Casebook of Simon Feximal
Butterflies (The Secret Casebook of Simon Feximal, #2)
Remnant: A Caldwell & Feximal/Whyborne & Griffin Mystery (The Secret Casebook of Simon Feximal, #3; Whyborne & Griffin, #3.5)
Proper English (England World, #1)
Think of England (England World, #2)
Song for a Viking (England World, #2.1)
A Fashionable Indulgence (Society of Gentlemen, #1)
A Seditious Affair (Society of Gentlemen, #2)
A Gentleman’s Position (Society of Gentlemen, #3)
Wanted, A Gentleman
An Unseen Attraction (Sins of the Cities, #1)
An Unnatural Vice (Sins of the Cities, #2)
An Unsuitable Heir (Sins of the Cities, #3)
Spectred Isle (Green Men, #1)
The Henchmen of Zenda
Unfit to Print
Band Sinister
The Rat-Catcher’s Daughter (Lilywhite Boys, #0.5)
Any Old Diamonds (Lilywhite Boys, #1)
Gilded Cage (Lilywhite Boys, #2)
Masters in This Hall (Lilywhite Boys, #3)
Slippery Creatures (The Will Darling Adventures, #1)
The Sugared Game (The Will Darling Adventures, #2)
Subtle Blood (The Will Darling Adventures, #3)
The Gentle Art of Fortune Hunting
The Secret Lives of Country Gentlemen (The Doomsday Books, #1)
A Nobleman’s Guide to Seducing a Scoundrel (The Doomsday Books, #2)
A Thief in the Night
A.J. Demas
One Night in Boukos
Something Human
Sword Dance (Sword Dance, #1)
Saffron Alley (Sword Dance, #2)
Strong Wine (Sword Dance, #3)
Honey and Pepper (When in Pheme, #1)
C.S. Pacat
Captive Prince (Captive Prince, #1)
Captive Prince: Volume Two (Captive Prince, #2)
Kings Rising (Captive Prince, #3)
Dark Rise (Dark Rise, #1)
Dark Heir (Dark Rise, #2)
Joanna Chambers
Provoked (Enlightenment, #1)
Beguiled (Enlightenment, #2)
Enlightened (Enlightenment, #3)
Unnatural (Enlightenment, #4)
Restored (Enlightenment, #5)
Gentleman Wolf (Capital Wolves Duet, #1)
Master Wolf (Capital Wolves Duet, #2)
Tamara Allen
Downtime
Whistling in the Dark
The Only Gold
If It Ain’t Love
The Road to Silver Plume (Secret Service #1)
Playing the Ace (Secret Service #2)
Invitation to the Dance
Harper Fox
Brothers of the Wild North Sea
Once Upon a Haunted Moor (Tyack & Frayne #1)
Tinsel Fish (Tyack & Frayne #2)
Don’t Let Go (Tyack & Frayne #3)
Kitto (Tyack & Frayne #4)
Guardians of the Haunted Moor (Tyack & Frayne #5)
Third Solstice (Tyack & Frayne #6)
Preacher, Prophet, Beast (Tyack & Frayne #7)
Out
Sebastian Nothwell
Mr Warren’s Profession (Aubrey & Lindsey, #1)
Throw His Heart Over (Aubrey & Lindsey, #2)
Hold Fast
Oak King Holly King
Lydia Gastrell
One Indulgence (Indulgence #1)
One Glimpse (Indulgence, #2)
Hale Ginn
Lord of the White Hell, Book 1 (Lord of the White Hell, #1)
Lord of the White Hell, Book 2 (Lord of the White Hell, #2)
Adella J. Harris
The Marquess of Gorsewall Manor (After the Swan’s Nest, #1)
The Earl of Klesamor Hall (After the Swan’s Nest, #2)
Cat Sebastian
The Soldier’s Scoundrel (The Turners, #1)
The Lawrence Browne Affair (The Turners, #2)
The Ruin of a Rake (The Turners, #3)
It Takes Two to Tumble (Seducing the Sedgwicks, #1)
A Gentleman Never Keeps Score (Seducing the Sedgwicks, #2)
Two Rogues Make a Right (Seducing the Sedgwicks, #3)
Lily Morton
The Mysterious and Amazing Blue Billings (Black and Blue #1)
The Quiet House (Black and Blue #2)
Something Wicked (Black and Blue #3)
Freya Marske
A Marvellous Light (The Last Binding #1)
A Restless Truth (The Last Binding #2)
Other Authors
The Devil Lancer by Amara, Astrid
The Reluctant Berserker by Beecroft, Alex
The Scottish Boy by Campi, Alex de
Catalina Blues by York, Marlo
The Rake, the Rogue and the Roué by Westfall, Eric Alan
The Gladiator’s Master by Sutherland, Fae
The Song of Achilles by Miller, Madeline
When Skies Have Fallen by McGowan, Debbie
Nova Praetorian by N.R. Walker
The Reanimator's Heart (The Reanimator Mysteries #1) by Kara Jorgensen
(last update 2024/04/19)
I would appreciate your recommendations if you enjoy one or more books from this list.
#book recommendations#links to goodreads books in the rowan blood blog#mm#cs pacat#c.s. pacat#kj charles#k.j. charles#harper fox#joanna chambers#astrid amara#alex beecroft#alex de campi#eric alan westfall#fae sutherland#madeline miller#goodreads#cat sebastian#hale ginn#lydia gastrell#aj demas#a.j. demas#tamara allen#sebastian nothwell#kellen graves
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My media this week (1-7 Oct 2023)
📚 STUFF I READ 📚
🙂 Under Alien Skies: A Sightseer's Guide to the Universe (Phil Plait, author & narrator) - The Bad Astronomer paints pictures of what the sky would look like standing on the surface of other planets, asteroids, etc.
😊 Initiation (Sex Wizards #1) (Alethea Faust) - erotic BDSM fantasy - actually a bit more plot & worldbuilding than I was expecting tbh, entertaining
😞 Miss Aldridge Regrets (Canary Club Mystery #1) (Louise Hare, author; Georgina Campbell, narrator) - This isn't a mystery the MC investigates, it's a mystery that happens TO her. She was tediously passive, seeming really rather naïve & foolish (esp given her age and life experience) and entirely in denial about pretty much everything that happens to her (since she's being actively framed for murder). However, the very short interval chapters from the killer's perspective did hook my interest and left me genuinely curious about the mystery. At about 44% I jumped to the end to see how the mystery resolved. I'm counting it as read since I did read over 50% of it.
😍 A Most Agreeable Murder (Julia Seales, author; Fiona Hampton, narrator) - comical pastiche/parody mashup of: Jane Austen (specifically), regency-set/gothic novels (in general) & Agatha Christie/country house mysteries - funny & entertaining, deftly done. Very Nightmare Abbey vibes in the absolute best way. I enjoyed all the caricature characters but 'overlooked tedious (but secretly a [redacted]) sister' Mary was my fave, absolute gothic queen
💖💖 +94K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖
I'm dating the least inquisitive man in Ottawa (GlitterCity) - Rachel Reid's Game Changers: Troy Barrett/Harris Drover (but really mostly gen), 4K - cute, really nailed the character voices
Tinder Is the Night (rohkeutta) - MCU: stucky, 6K - hilarious, forever fave [reread]
Stay (fandomfluffandfuck) - MCU: stucky, 31K - silver fox/old guard Dom Steve subbing for newbie Dom Bucky - great character voices, hot af sex!
bitten hand guides best (frankoceansmoonriver) - The Witcher: Geraskier, 33K - lovely little fic with werewolf!Jaskier & witcher Geralt
📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺
Make Some Noise - s2, e1
Dirty Laundry - s3, e2
Only Murders In The Building - s3, e10
Deadloch - s1, e1-8
Our Flag Means Death - s2, e1-3
D20: Burrow's End - "The Red Warren" (s20, e1)
D20: Adventuring Party - "Stoatal Recall" (s15, e1)
🎧 PODCASTS 🎧
Re: Dracula - October 1: Not My Own Master In The Matter
Welcome to Night Vale #235 - Book Club
What Next: TBD - Inside Crypto's House of Cards
Re: Dracula - October 2: Play for the Stake of Human Souls
⭐ The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Searching for Squids with Dr. Sarah McAnulty
Ed Zitron's 15 Minutes In Hell - Episode 9 - David Roth
Re: Dracula - October 3: The Holiest Love
Into It - Tech Bros Laid the Foundation, but Women Built Social Media
The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Enchanted Woods
Switched on Pop - In Defense of Crunk
Re: Dracula - October 4: It Is Like Death
Vibe Check - Freedom, Cut Me Loose!
The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Baobab Fare
⭐ Shedunnit - Agatha and Plum
Twenty Thousand Hertz+ - Wilhelm Scream Remix
⭐ Song Exploder - Alvvays "Archie, Marry Me"
Re: Dracula - October 5: Baptism of Blood
Today, Explained - Caste away
Re: Dracula - October 6: My Affairs of Earth
Dear Prudence - My Girlfriend Is Always Late! Help!
Endless Thread - Find A Grave: Social Media Icon
Into It - Are Bed Bugs and Katy Perry Out for Blood?
Today, Explained - Who shot ya, Tupac?
Switched on Pop - Metro Boomin Wants Some More
ICYMI - Stop Snitching on Main
⭐ One Year - 1955: The Hiroshima Maidens
🎶 MUSIC 🎶
Troubadours From the Tribe
Alternative Radio • 2000s
Foundations of Metal
Rob Zombie Radio • 2000s • Familiar
Metal Radio • 1980s
Manowar Radio
"Give It Away" [RHCP] Radio • Familiar
Stand And Deliver: The Very Best of Adam & The Ants {1999}
#sunday reading recap#bookgeekgrrl's reading habits#bookgeekgrrl's soundtracks#a most agreeable murder#my new living room furniture finally arrived!#i am luxuriating in having a comfy place to sit again!#watching a lot of great TV!#deadloch#omitb#ofmd s2#dimension 20#burrow's end#heavy metal music#adam ant#adam & the ants#rhcp#one year podcast#shedunnit podcast#the atlas obscura podcast#song exploder#re: dracula#welcome to night vale#vibe check podcast#switched on pop podcast#twenty thousand hertz+ podcast#into it podcast#endless thread podcast#what next: tbd podcast#today explained podcast#dear prudence podcast
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Holo there
I'm Saphomet. Also known as Ghost, and a plentitude of other names.
This is my art/writings account where I'll try to post fanart whenever I do some, and ramble about my WIPs.
Main account where i reblog whatever i want: @timstolejasonscorpseagain
I've written fanfic since 2012-3, can't remember for sure, and posted them to deviantart and ffnet. I moved to ao3 in 2014.
I have a lotta wips. Sorry 'bout that.
Terfs and bigots of any kind aren't welcome::) fuck off::)
I absoloutely love doing angst, themes of death, monsters, blood/cannibalism and codependency. Sometimes I do Smut, too.
If you've read any of my works and have any questions feel free to ask!
Wishing everyone a good day.
A list of my all-time favourite fanfictions
In alphabetical order. I will attempt to update this as I find more stuff to read! ::,)
Ao No Exorcist
The sound of an omen from the center of a hurricane by bluewindfall
Batman (all types)
Artificial Gravel by thenafics
Bang, bang by Ididloveyou_once
Batman is a Very Serious Scary Vigilante by akcugrai
chew until it bleeds by dukeaubergine (18+)
dead men tell no tales 'verse by Mikkal
Ignore the Previous Message (or don't) by JpegDotJpeg (18+)
i know the end by WhatTheHeckIsGoingOn
I’m Pretty Sure Tim Steals Clothes: An Elaboration In The Form Of A Long Fic by PrinceJakeFireCake
Jason Todd's Guides for The Respectable Zombie Series by A_Fandom_Related_Name
Lone Wolf by SalParadiseLost
my hero. series by Anonymous [18+]
Not so Alone by Blueseabird2
of crime lords and literature by adelfie
scapegoat by envysparkler
the hunger that consumes need not know you by Dawn_Song, NEEMU (Dawn_Song) [18+]
This Dark Ceiling Without a Star by Miss_Lazy_Tuesday
BNHA
(How to) Forgive and forget by Legal_kidnapping
And thus, we live by Kail_lizuc
Everything i want to do is illegal - a self help book - by AdyingFlower (possibly discontinued)
Grandmaster of miscalculation by silver jackdaw (cizzi) (Possibly discontinued)
Lovers of lost dimensions by Miss_nighteye (terryh) (18+)
Lusus Naturae by WildTama
Neutrality order (Series) by AngeliaDark (suggestive themes)
Proximal by artistfingers, Perfectly_Inconspicuou
Something's gotta give by Worldstubbiestcat (confirmed Discontinued)
Speak no evil by bibivi
Speak of the devil by Gentrychild
Take only what you need by Intent_To_Stay (Confirmed discontinued)
Yesterday upon the stair by PitViperOfDoom
Danny Phantom
by your grave (the monster we made) by UnderForeversGrace
Death Day Evolution by gamma_radio
definition of insanity (is doing the same thing) by UnderForeversGrace
lie like a tombstone (yet secrets will bloom) by murphy_kitt
Tourist Repellent by TorScrawls
Vice series by dweeblet, paenling (dweeblet), Patchykins
What Big Eyes You Have by Gingersnapped
What it means to be by UnderForeversGrace
worth the war underneath my skin by UnderForeversGrace
DP x DC
a part of me that'll never be mine by halfagone (milkywxy)
Bus to Nowhere by foldingfacets
Funeral Rites by BumblingBeesAndWillowTrees
Have You Heard of Danny Wayne? by FortunateCookie
If You Give a Bat a Burger by Cielle_Noire
I'm King Boo by TourettesDog
Life, Death, and In Between by SaturdayNightFrights
Our Empty Graves by suomifae
Phantom Children: Redux by apotheosis_avaritia
Phoenix Down by Imp_y
regular boy: daniel wayne by diamondrozie
TWINcognito mode by nerdpoe
Gravity Falls
Blood bath by RoboticSpaceCase (18+)
Faking it by BurnerAccount
Hunter x Hunter
Once bitten x Twice shy by korns
Song for the Yellowed Woods by Grandoverlord (possibly discontinued)
Legend of Zelda
A Hero’s spirit by SilvermistAnimeLover
Language of Monsters by Laufskadus (Possibly discontinued)
sewn back together wrong by ballroomnotoriety
Linked Universe
Alone we fight by SilvermistAnimeLover
Bush Ghost by Tricksterburd
Degrees of Resurrection by Gintrinsic
Creation (Both Haunted and Holy) by GhostPlasma
In a mockery of recollection series by Depths
Let's not and say we did by sincerelyMystic (Possibly discontinued)
Scales, Wings, and Mythical Things by FantomoDrako
Year of the Rabbit by BlindBrilliance
Naruto
Flip the coin/Face the change by Inrainbowz
Time travel? What the fuck? by Dragonpyre
One Piece
(Ir)Responsible by oumriel (Possibly discontinued)
(Two) small mercies by fingersfallingupwards
Burning rubber series by Kitsune foxfire (Possibly discontinued)
Feral by Kitsune foxfire
Near death experiences by Monch_Monch
Switching it up by kitsune-foxfire
Take the world by storm by Geokat
Turning myself into my brother by artistic_arsonist
Young but built to fall by Fingers-falling-upwards [possibly discontinued].
Supernatural
A spanner in the clockworks by All_five_pieces_of_exodia
ache in the rain (and remember the wounds) by Scribblurri
Auribus Teneo Lupum by Unknown (possibly disccontinued)
Ben has two dads by regala_electra (18+)
Brothers blood series by diana_lucifera, stormageddon (Fave to re-read. Possibly discontinued)
Delicate broken bird by Sparrowshellcat
Consequentiality by Kerfluffling (18+)
Fortress by glasslogic (18+. Amazing worldbuilding. Possibly discontinued.)
Memory is a fickle siren song by sleepypercy (18+)
The Time Dean was Sam's Girlfriend and Jess Entered the Winchester Family Business, and Something unpredictable (but in the end it’s right) by fleshflutter and phoenixflight for fleshflutter (in the same section since 1 is a sequel done by a separate author and isn’t a series. 18+)
I want to make it clear that regardless of whether a work is finished or not, there is no shade or shame at all from my side. It's been an absolute pleasure to read any of these works, and the authors owe me nothing.
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He just needed to get through tonight. It was manageable. One show, one hour, a handful of songs. Then, they go backstage. Where the reason he's still breathing is waiting for him, probably fast asleep now while latched onto her mother's tit. But just holding her would be enough; just taking in her milky scent and letting her hold his pinky like she usually does in her sleep would be enough to center his world and make everything okay.
He just needed to get through tonight.
In front of that large crowd, too pissed with bottles of champagne and beer to care about the cold that eats into the bones. Why aren't they home? Why aren't any of them home? Was celebrating with family and friends too damn boring for them that they needed to come here and make him dance like a monkey to ring in the new year?
God, Peter hates them!
No, no...
Peter squeezed his eyes shut. He doesn't hate them, he just hates two people. Both whom are long dead and sure as fuck not within that crowd, but still tormenting him from beyond the grave.
"Peter, open your eyes."
He did, and blinked. The first thing he thought was, "Don't look at me like that", when he was greeted with Tarsha's assessing scowl, thick lips pulled into a sort-of thin line as his crew mate held a mascara brush aloft.
"I need to do your lashes," Tarsha said, seated in the director's chair across from Peter.
"Right, sorry," Peter said, leaning in a little closer. Tarsha leaned back in, too, and coated the makeup on Peter's eyelashes.
"Sweetie, I think you need to talk about it."
If it weren't for the chatter of the production team around them, and the clamber and cheer of the audience outside, the air would have fallen silent between them.
"...What do you mean?"
"I mean whatever is eating you up inside." Tarsha worked on the other eye's lashes. As she worked, Peter noted the stenciled snowflake he had put on her left eye, wishing that he had opted for that for himself, too.
"There's nothing eating me up inside."
"You say that, but have you looked at yourself recently?" Tarsha stuck the mascara brush back in its tube and grabbed the palette and angled brush, coating the soft bristles with white and silver blush to dust along Peter's cheekbones. "You're starting to look like before, when you--"
She stopped, her hand pausing it's blush application, before starting again as if not missing a beat.
"When I what?" Peter prodded. But he knew. Smashed glass, gashes on hands. White flashes. When all Tarsha did was sigh, Peter said again, "When I what, Tarsha?"
"I'm just saying that," Tarsha tried, setting the palette back in their bag and looking Petee straight in his eye this time, "we're your friends. We're your family. I know that none of us are Naseem, but--"
Peter patter his knees and started to rise. "Yeah, I'm not gonna--"
"No, wait!" Tarsha grabbed Peter's wrist. When he made no move to fight her off, she gently guided him back down, still holding onto him. "I know it's hard to share what's going on with you, but holding it all in like this isn't going to help you. You can open up to us!"
Peter let his eyes fall to their linked hands.
"You do trust us, don't you?"
His gazed flickered back up, and he knew he was an open book, because he could see in her face, the shock, the sting, the sunken disappointment, that she read every single reply that came to Peter's head.
It's too much. It's too heavy.
You're human. You wouldn't understand.
You wouldn't know the first thing about helping someone beyond repair!
The last time I trusted people with my secret, they saw me as a slut to fix their failed fucking marriage.
And ultimately
No.
"Yeah..." Peter nodded weakly, hoping he sounded convincing. "Yeah, I do."
"Okay," Tarsha said, sounding just as weak, and definitely not convinced. Peter decided that that was not his problem for thr next hour. "Just, uhm, remember that we love you."
"I know."
They were called onstage. Lined up side by side, barely getting warm by the heaters situated in the corners of the erected stage, The Mizfists waited in the dim lighting for their cue. Although Peter stated down his mic to the crowd packed into the square, what he saw was Sadaf, swaddled and warm in Ashira's arms.
The bass came, felt first from the bottom of his feet and sparking every nerve in his body on the way up. He just needed to get through tonight. It was manageable. One show, one hour, a handful of songs.
Peter grabbed the mic off its stand and stepped up, hand raised high in the Stortorget.
He craned his head back, shouting to the whole world that he knew was listening, "What is up, Stockhoooooolm?! Happy fucking New Year!!"
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--inspired by @writeblrcafe's "cheesecake“ prompt
I've always desired for the wise man
to point his hand, and guide me through the stars.
They die and resurrect, time after time,
and let their frantic light scatter across
the winter skies. But when morning arrives
on an aborted sunbeam, tinged with dust,
bloodied with the drops from a slaughtered god,
I open my eyes, streaming with scalding tears.
The sky stretches out like a map unfurling,
for an empire burning, a kingdom gone.
Ashen clouds make their way toward me, lunging,
obscuring those who want to face me.
I only knew them through their shouts and their
silver bullets, shooting at my cold heart.
Yet it has broke before, gushing out blood
like flooding rivers, overwhelming the
gates of paradise with how acidic
it's mutated into. To dissolve a pearl
is a coup d'etat against God, who wants
nothing more than His children to realize
that dying for something is less mature
than to master a craft in the shadows.
But who would know me inside a jail cell?
Name written in blood, body marked with dark
tattoos telling cryptic stories through
barbed wire and desecrated verses.
But who would know you when you are hung up?
Staring at the sun with glazed eyes, nobody
laying lillies at your feet, spitting at
your grave when your corpse arrives at the abyss,
your name only used to sing drinking songs.
I've worked to avoid the thorns of this world,
but I only find myself lost amongst
goldenrod and tarnished silver wheat.
I smell cologne and feel flower pedals
caressing my face while caught in a breeze,
but the only rose that I will receive
Is that which is placed between my white teeth. --Elda Mengisto
#poetry#my poetry#poets on tumblr#poetry on tumblr#writeblrcafe#wcprompt#prompt: cheesecake#blank verse#iambic pentameter#war#soldier#cw: war#mercenary#anti war#beauty
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what monster from folklore protects you?
Succubus/Incubus
Temptation is the sweetest of poisons, my dear. Breath it deep into your lungs and allow yourself to surrender to your desires, if only for the night.
The incubus, or it's female counterpart, succubus, is a type of demon that tempts its prey in darkness. Though it typically is, it does not have to be sexual in nature. These demons have an uncanny grasp on manipulation. The mask of a pretty face conceals the horror lying beneath, talons curled, ready to pounce. They coerce their victims with sweet words and hollow promises, lulling them into a false sense of security. They whisper in the prey's ear, subtly guiding their movements like a seasoned puppeteer until the moment arrives to strike. Then they disappear without a trace, leaving behind their broken victims, merely a shell of the person they used to be.
You aren't necessarily evil. After all, what is good and evil but simply a construct of the human imagination? You have a way with words and a silver tongue to boot. Perhaps you are an author or a singer. Maybe the subtleties of both verbal and nonverbal communication just come naturally to you. There is no denying this: you are highly intelligent. No, I don't mean in the academic sense. Though that could be true as well. Your intelligence spurs from your guile. It is your wit that connects the incubus/succubus to you. It is intrigued by your mannerisms. It would simply be a shame to see such an interesting human go to waste. Just be careful how you treat others so you don't make unnecessary enemies. You never know when the hunter might become the hunted...
Banshee
"Far, far away something made a single ghostly howl, like a banshee in the dark." -Lucy Christopher
The banshee, is a creature from Irish Folklore. Though not inherently malevolent, it is said to be a dark omen. The ghostly cries of a weeping woman drift in the air, warning any unfortunate soul who hears of impending death. Following her like the train of a morbidly beautiful wedding dress, a thick fog envelops her skin as she croons a sorrowful, haunting song which is filled with concern and love for her family. This song can be heard a few days before the death of a family member and in most cases the song can only be heard by the person for whom it is intended. Some even go to argue that it is the banshee's unwitting song which kills the person.
You care very strongly about your family and friends. Your loyalty towards those whom you care for is unconditional. You are an excellent and reliable friend, trustworthy enough to bear even the darkest of secrets. Secrets which you would gladly carry to the grave unless of course, they harm your loved ones. You will fight tooth and nail to protect the ones you care for, restraint left abandoned. The banshee admires your reslience and passion. It desires to aid you in protecting those you love and to help you navigate a harsh reality just be warned and keep a close eye on the people you love,Your undying loyalty may just become their undoing...
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Untitled Poem # 10595
Thy more the face, ere the dream doth framed, I should cheare
here the few who live. The Blind my heauy
cheere thou can, be you and yet loving cry: every
other’s head before should I forgetful
Muse, they preuaile as pearskin’s fleck and flits across
that lie opens but speake in clams
as one is sheepe: and while these loved them. The globe we
sweeping on a CD of some fine
within thy marble, men the shop’s foreman, or some
returns: like bleating all made of
Paradise. So thou know the raging fyre, through someone,
when I came needling maids dance. She asks
not One must mix with any Breath of Jesus set
the words with the ear that guides thou my
tears. Sundays too late, either heath and the points, no
applause but kindness of time—I thinking
from the wretch my preserved a though fortunate.
Lovers, flash thee? End by the cause I
would company would have let him gain the grassy
slope in them, and the coste doth lurk and
peace an’ rest from the hoped something the site once dry;
but stead; as, long a-gone, when the graves.
With someone else all their yelps: high-strung Anthee, heap it
his song, and poets, by Loue did not
but this no Gordian know and snow, dead religion,
pages that thou hast no less. Pain;
and green delights mine, now let us notes of the
strict senseless clay and wide, sam slips with
thy soft as a dreary moorland! Or if I had
lover, and love no pity let the
grandfather my loue, my latest, the cold lips with
my harueste hast had from my last divorce.
Wingèd charioteers caught in swell and with hoary
frosty wind when. And that I shall have
beetles,—blind many of us is a silver
snow I dreams, and the tune. What dotted
back, which, when flowres, that for each word which has died
entangl’d and I will ever saw. With
you and half is his hopest hem out, as wild goat
by the winds are peering in the show!
#poetry#automatically generated text#Patrick Mooney#Markov chains#Markov chain length: 6#110 texts#ballad
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Well, it has been some time. So I shall summarise the recent events, first, Dr. Vaughan managed to relay a message through the mirrors sooner after I met with Mr. Fires. Clara was giving birth.
It was a long, arduous process for all involved, but Clara's sister, the music hall singer, got it worst. That song, patently impossible for a human, and with the power to disperse parabola itself, if only for a moment, and birth the impossible, it burnt her, badly. I had thought she might not recover, but parabola allows for stranger recoveries.
It would be some time before the hybrid could leave parabola, so I have spent the rest of the time bringing it food, it has a taste for amber among other things.
I have also grown much better as a silverer; amid all of this day to day life I took an interesting series of commissions, which ended in building a palace that may hold hope of curing surface sickness from an unfortunate woman.
these new skills became handy just this night. It was like any other recently, working as a silverer, guiding bohemians through parabola, and then, I myself sat down to sleep. It had been relatively calm, and I thought nothing ill would come to visit. I was wrong.
At first, I was at a party of tomb colonists, then one of them began unwrapping himself. I saw glints of red, a frowning face, blond hair, Edward.
"Beloved, It's been too long."
after that, he fished a bell from some pocket, its ringing was like thunder, and the world moved around it. This was not something of Mr. Fires.
He mentioned that he had a new master, one that would let him vex me as much as he wanted. And vex he did, after the confusion cleared up, I found myself somewhere familiar. Everything tasted like grave dirt, darkness surrounded, and walls of pine hugged rather closely. But, love, I am alive, and while Edward seems to think he's in control, I know how to escape. After all, I'm a silverer, this is a dream, my domain.
I have a certain seed, one that grows where battles once were. It likes blood, and well, I have a knife here. I ride the monstrous plant to freedom and command it to snare Edward. It even starts to choke him. His air of command turns into cursing, and his cursing turns to pleas for his new master.
Pleas which are answered. He is spirited away, but it cost him greatly.
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His fingers ache. It's nothing new. He wonders if it is an occurrence for all young pianists or if he simply has not yet adapted deftness. Cushioning does not stop the edge of the stool from digging into the flesh and marrow beneath his knees -- he's sitting incorrectly. George shuffles to perch uncomfortably on the edge of the stool. His feet can reach the pedals with ease now. There is no room for faults.
Residual notes of Chopin's Nocturne dissipate and his hands are moving again already. Guiding chords into an introduction before the silence can fully settle, pushing every key with reluctant precision. Holding his breath as he holds the notes. He wavers like the strings within when the keys are released again. There are no pages before him; Beethoven's Pathetique is etched into the darkness beneath his eyelids.
Behind him, silver and glass clink. Cutlery scrapes against porcelain plates and he scrunches his nose at the scent of honey-glazed gammon. Somewhere on the table, his plate is untouched. He cannot touch his seat at the dining table until his piano stool cries out from holding his weight for so long. Cannot bring utensils into the warmth of his palm until black and white keys burn from his touch. No one drags their trophies and achievements along with them, after all. They're admired from afar. Even if they are living.
No one is watching him, but eyes of the past bore into his back. Burn through an uncomfortable blazer that is too tight around his wrists and watch to see his soul break apart when he merges with song. Narrowed judgement hidden in the glint of pupils and sharp tongues with too much to say. They keep his posture in check, his head up and eyes straight. Staring at the morbid reflection of someone in the polished, painted wood. He is not the person he should be. Empty stare and blank expression. Formalwear and slicked-back hair that has been brushed into perfect position like a doll. Inanimate, save for gliding fingers.
Is that all he is? Background noise? An unnecessary addition to obnoxious conversation? They are entertainment. Like a circus animal.
Ten bars have never felt so agonizingly slow. Grave. George finds that they loathe Beethoven.
They bleed into the exposition.
Smearing red along white keys until vermillion is dripping onto an expensive fur carpet. They wish it was real. They cannot count the amount of mistakes made on their fingers, but it doesn't matter. Their audience does not know what they are listening to. George could butcher every chord, ignore every modulation. They could slack on the tempo, misread the mordents, weigh on the peddle until it snaps off and no one would bat an eye. Because as long as dainty notes echo throughout the dining room, that is good enough for them. Why does he pour himself into music that people do not care for?
He only knows how to play the first movement. Ten minutes of an hour's worth of song. Yet, seethe as he might, he cannot bring himself to destroy the rest of such an ancient darling sonata. Repetition will have to do.
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