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Cardan Greenbriar
Description : Cardan gets jealous when someone tries to flirt with his wife
warning : jealousy, flirtation, mentions of passionate encounters
Cardan Greenbriar, the High King of Elfhame, sat regally on his throne in the grand court hall. The room was filled with faerie nobility and members of the court, their elegant attire shimmering under the soft glow of the chandeliers. Y/n, his human wife, stood beside him, her fiery spirit contained within the delicate beauty of her features.
As the court meeting progressed, a young faerie nobleman named Alistair approached Y/n, a smug smile playing on his lips. He was known for his flirtatious nature and overconfident demeanor, thinking himself irresistible to any woman.
Alistair leaned in closer to Y/n, his voice dripping with arrogance. "My lady Y/n, I must say, you look even more stunning than usual today. I can't help but be captivated by your beauty."
Y/n raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by his attempt at charm. "Save your flattery, Alistair. I have no interest in your idle compliments."
Undeterred, Alistair persisted, his voice filled with arrogance. "Ah, but my dear Y/n, wouldn't it be thrilling to experience a night of passion with someone of my caliber? I assure you, it would be an unforgettable experience."
Cardan's gaze narrowed as he caught wind of Alistair's audacity. He was well aware of Y/n's allure and the attention she attracted, but his love for her burned fiercely, and he was not one to let such insults slide.
He rose from his throne, a predatory glint in his eyes, and spoke in a velvety, dangerous tone that echoed through the hall. "Alistair, my friend, it seems you have forgotten your manners. Let me remind you that Y/n is my wife, and I assure you, our nights together are nothing short of passionate and unforgettable."
The courtiers whispered among themselves, the tension in the air thickening as Cardan's words hung in the room. Y/n felt her cheeks flush and her heart quicken at Cardan's bold proclamation. She shot him a glance filled with equal parts surprise and desire, momentarily forgetting the presence of the court.
A mischievous smile danced on Cardan's lips as he continued, his voice a low murmur that carried only to Y/n's ears. "Darling, do you remember the way your body trembled beneath me, your gasps of pleasure and cries of ecstasy echoing through our chambers? How you squirmed beneath my touch, unable to resist the pleasure I bestowed upon you?"
Y/n's breath hitched, her eyes widening at Cardan's audacious words. She fought to maintain her composure, feeling the heat of embarrassment rise in her cheeks. She stole a glance at the court, noticing their shocked expressions and scandalized whispers.
Clearing her throat, Y/n composed herself, her voice laced with a touch of sarcasm. "Oh, how could I forget such passionate nights, my love? I'm sure our guests find our tales of intimacy utterly fascinating."
Cardan chuckled, the sound sending shivers down Y/n's spine. "Indeed, darling. They should count themselves fortunate to witness a glimpse of our unbridled passion."
The courtiers shifted uncomfortably, some casting disapproving glances, while others couldn't help but be intrigued by the intensity of Cardan and Y/n's connection. The scene had taken an unexpected turn, their courtly decorum shattered by the unabashed display of their love.
Amid the murmurs and whispers, Cardan extended his arm to Y/n, a playful gleam in his eyes. "Come, my love. Let us leave this tedious court gathering and retire to our chambers, where we can explore new heights of pleasure, far away from prying eyes."
Y/n smirked, her eyes glinting with a mixture of challenge and desire. She placed her hand in Cardan's, allowing him to lead her away from the court, their exit accompanied by a mixture of gasps, hushed whispers, and stolen glances.
As they disappeared from the grand court hall, the echoes of their passionate night lingered in the air, a reminder that love, desire, and defiance had found a home within the heart of the High King of Elfhame and his human queen.
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#cardan greenbriar#the cruel prince#cardan imagines#cardan greenbriar imagines#cardan x reader#cardan greenbriar x reader#cardan greenbriar x fem reader#the folk of the air#the wicked king#the queen of nothing#the high kings#the high king of Elfhame#high king of elfhame#elfhame#fae folk#fae au#jealousy#x reader#reader insert#female reader#tfota#tfota fanfic#high king cardan#cardan fanfic#imagines#book boyfriend#holly black#jude x cardan#jurdan#fictional boyfriends
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absolutely love finding songs written before gay meant homosexual. Gonna start a collection. (all the summaries are wildly re-interpreted for comedic affect)
"Step we gaily, on we go
Heel for heel and toe for toe
Arm in arm and row in row
All for Marie’s wedding"
-a song in which everyone is so happy and wishing every blessing apon their darling lesbian finally finding love. Not once is a groom referred to.
"And the young English soldier was passing her way / He saw the young girl with her banner so gay / He laughed and he joked and got off his machine / He turned to capture White Orange and Green"
-a tale of a young gay rebel girl scaring off a homophobic English soldier by casually mentioning just how much blood would be spilt if he actually tried.
"As the streets are paved with gold / Sure, everyone was gay"
-sung with such confidence, of course everyone in Britain is gay
#pire.txt#Marie's Wedding#The high kings#Long way to Tipperary#White Orange and Green#There was definitely a song we'd sing at mass back when I still went that also used gay to mean happy#When I remember it I'll add it.#Irish music
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Story time
Yesterday I was in Exeter, and there was a busker singing. I love buskers, I always stop and listen if I can. This one was an older guy, maybe 60, looked like he’s slept rough at least a few times. Had a guitar and some equipment he was lugging around in an old pram. I swear to you he opened his mouth to sing, and suddenly it was 20 minutes later and I felt compelled to give him a fiver. I’ve never met anyone who was so much the personification of an immortal being disguised as an old beggar.
Anyway this was the song, and it’s Guy’s song of course -so I did the *normal* thing and spent all day making a video to add to The Playlist
Hope you like it, it’s the first time I’ve done a video edit like this.
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#richard armitage#guy of gisborne#The High Kings#mine#robin hood bbc#Ride On#my❤️guy#Youtube#Guy’s playlist
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R is for "Red"
For some reason this one didn't want to photograph well, so I've got one photo showing the shiny and one showing the colours and the details
The colour palette on this one took a lot of experimentation and I ended up having to mix most of my colours, but it was definitely worth it. Thank you to @morgan-is-here for suggesting this quote, without which I would still be putting this off
[ID: An illuminated letter R in the style of a Celtic manuscript. The letter is coloured in bright red, grey, turquoise, blue and green, with silver illumination. Panels within the letter contain drawings of rowan, stars, myrtle and bracken. The empty space of the letter is filled with Celtic motifs. The letter forms the beginning of a quote, the rest of which is in a simple bright red font. It reads "Red her cheeks as rowans are, Bright her eyes as any star, Fairest of them all by far Is our darling Màiri". /End ID]
#art#illumination#calligraphy#illuminated alphabet#mairi's wedding#Marie's wedding#the high kings#folk music#màiri bhàn
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I feel like being melancholy so here, have a beautiful sad song I love
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Did I travel four hours south just to see an Irish folk band? Yes I did. It was glorious!
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Четверговая соль 🎶
Сегодня поздравляю всех причастных и непричастных с наступающим днём Святого Патрика (праздную его с детства - совпадает с моим днём рождения;)) и ставлю вам ещё немного своего любимого околофолка!
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Эта песня так хороша, что в честь неё сняли одноимённый фильм! И он тоже неплох, а саундтречную версию люблю за то, что она придаёт некоторую уверенность в себе: слушаешь непрофессионалов и понимаешь, что сам(а) поёшь не катастрофически хуже.
К делу: композиция написана в вальсовом ритме на одной теме с вариациями, что в куплете, что в припеве. У песни долгая история, в более-менее современном виде она закрепилась в 1950-х (конечно, усилиями конкретного автора Фрэнсиса МакПика), а ранее её адаптировали в XIX веке, но корнями она уходит всё равно в народ.
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Знакомо с первых нот! Говард Шор и правда вдохновлялся приёмами XIX века (откуда есть-пошёл Wild Mountain Thyme) плюс использовал вид флейты - вистл, тоже из тех времён. Медно-духовые инструменты добавляют эпичности, а струнные передают хоббитскую суетливость и оптимизм (но у меня они больше ассоциируются с французским королевским двором века эдак XVIII).
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Ещё одна композиция, которую можно сыграть, если вы сильно зафальшивите Wild Mountain Thyme и сделаете вид, что так и задумано. Классическая композиция для рубежа XX и XXI веков: два куплета, два припева, аутро. От начала к концу нарастает громкость, подключается всё больше инструментов (только в инструментальном бридже наступает небольшое затишье перед бурей финалом).
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Снова кино! На этот мотив написана ещё и песня, которую исполняет Дана Гловер, но там больше ударных и других современных фишек, а вот эта "сказочная" версия стилизована под общую условно средневековую атмосферу мультфильма. Как и Wild Mountain Thyme, подходит для вальсов благодаря трёхдольному метру. За характерное "средневековое" звучание отвечают духовые инструменты и арпеджио вверх-вниз, где вначале происходит небольшой скачок, а потом берутся близкие звуки (и наоборот).
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Возвращаемся к фолку, а также к морской тематике - лирический герой плывёт из Ирландии в Нью-Йорк. Мелодия известна с XVIII века, а текст переписывался много раз (и High Kings тоже добавили в него много своего). Очень интересен минимальный аккомпанимент: в первом куплете это только гитара, причём исключительно арпеджо на сильные доли, которое затихает до следующего удара. Постепенно появляется постоянный тихий бой, а вот в ярком сочном бридже в аккомпанименте звучат одни ударные, мелодия полностью остаётся в вокале. Заканчивается песня - нет, не ферматой (когда ноту тянут сколько угодно), а мощным ударом барабана - для той же эпичности.
#Youtube#sco четверговаясоль#21 nations#govard shore#celine dion#harry gregson williams#the high kings#folk#irish#st patricks day#музыка#звук#wild mountain thyme
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wish i could fully articulate just how much the beginning harmony here fucks me up
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For the music asks, 3, 5, 6, 7, 10, 12, & 16
Rattling the cage again, bestie. 👀👀
3. Song for summertime. Hmmm, I feel I've got to give it to a sea shanty for this one, one that I played to death on the beach last year: The Last Shanty by The Celtic Connection. Sea Shanties for Thots is the best playlist anyone has ever made.
5. Song that needs to be played LOUD. Drumming Song by Florence and the Machine. If you aren't playing it loud, then how the hell are you playing it? Really, this applies to all Florence songs, even the soft ones. Play them all loud, let them heal your spirit.
6. Song that makes me want to dance. Two interpretations could apply here: songs that move me to dance and songs that make me wish I knew how to dance. Dancing with Myself by Billy Idol will always make me dance, but Lone Digger by Caravan Palace makes me wish I could dance properly.
7. Song to drive to. Honestly, sea shanties are best for this too. Barrett's Privateers by The Real McKenzies.
10. Song that makes me sad. It has to be Green Fields of France, specifically the version by The High Kings. The singer serenades the grave of a soldier named Willie McBride. I can only listen to it sparingly because it makes me cry almost from the first line "Well, how do ya do, young Willie McBride? Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside?" Like, I'm tearing up just talking about it. It just moves you like that.
12. Answered here! But, if I had to pick another one, My Heart by Paramore. Do I have to say anything else? I don't think so.
16. A favorite classical song. Hold up, let me throw on Slavonic Dance, Op. 46: No.8 in G Minor and fcking vibrate out of my skin real quick.
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Former Pogues Bassist Darryl Hunt Dies at 72
- “We are saddened beyond words,” band says
Darryl Hunt, longtime bassist and occasional songwriter for the Pogues, has died, the band said.
“We are saddened beyond words,” the band said on Twitter. “Our Darryl passed away yesterday afternoon (Aug. 8) in London.”
Hunt was 72. No cause was given.
The High Kings eulogized the bassist as a “gifted” musician and said his song “Love You ’Till the End” is “a true classic.”
“We extend our deepest sympathies and condolences to his family, friends, bandmates and many fans,” the High Kings said on Facebook. “Rest easy, Darryl.”
Hunt joined the Pogues in 1986 and remained until their 2014 disbandment.
“I am very very sorry that Darryl has passed on, he was a really nice guy and a great friend and a great bass player,” Pogues singer Shane McGown said in a separate statement. “We will all miss him. May he have a happy state of eternal bliss.”
8/9/22
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Intoxicated Love
Cardan Greenbriar
Description : Drunk Cardan flirting with his wife
Warning : Drunk Cardan 🍷
Cardan stumbled through the grand halls of the Elfhame palace, his steps unsteady and his laughter ringing out. He had consumed more than his fair share of the potent faerie wine, and it had taken a toll on his balance. Despite his intoxication, however, his mischievous dark eyes glinted with amusement as he spotted his wife, Y/n, coming towards him.
"Daaaaaarling~" Cardan slurred, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He sauntered to her, his tail swaying lazily behind him. "Come to rescue me from my own debauchery, have you?"
Y/n's eyes sparkled with mirth as she approached him, her footsteps purposeful and confident. "Rescue is a strong word, Cardan," she retorted, her voice laced with a hint of sarcasm. "More like keeping an eye on you to ensure you don't embarrass yourself too much."
Cardan feigned offense, a hand clutching his chest dramatically. "Embarrass myself? Never!" he exclaimed, his words accompanied by an unsteady sway. "I am the High King of Elfhame, after all. Embarrassment is beneath me."
Y/n raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Beneath you, huh? Just like the wine you've been drinking tonight, I suppose." She reached out a hand to steady him, her touch firm but gentle.
"Careful there, love," she said, her voice tinged with a mix of concern and a hint of sarcasm. "Don't want you stumbling and breaking that pretty face of yours."
Cardan's eyes flickered with amusement as he leaned into her touch, his tail swaying lazily behind him. "Oh, but my dear Y/n, even if I were to break my face, I trust you'd still find me irresistible," he slurred, a playful smile tugging at his lips.
Y/n raised an eyebrow, an amused smirk dancing on her own lips. "Irresistible might be a stretch, my love," she countered, her tone laced with feigned indifference. "But I suppose there's a certain charm to your drunken state."
Cardan chuckled softly, the sound reverberating through the room. "You wound me, my love. Here I am, pouring my heart out, and you mock me."
She chuckled, unable to hide her own amusement at his antics. "Well, pour your heart out more soberly next time, and maybe I'll take you seriously."
Leaning closer to her, Cardan's voice dropped to a husky whisper, his breath warm against her ear. "But where's the fun in that, Y/n? You know I can't resist teasing you, especially when you react so delightfully."
"You know," he slurred, his words whispered into her ear, "you're quite lovely tonight. Always lovely, of course, but tonight, especially so."
Y/n rolled her eyes, but a faint blush tinged her cheeks. "Flattery will get you nowhere, Cardan," she replied, a hint of teasing in her voice. "Especially when you're inebriated."
Y/n crossed her arms, studying him with a mixture of exasperation and fondness. "You never cease to amaze me, Cardan Greenbriar. How is it that a king can stumble around drunk in his own palace?"
Cardan grinned mischievously. "Because, my love, being a king can be rather dull at times. And what better way to bring some excitement to my kingdom than by being a charmingly tipsy ruler?"
Y/n's lips twitched into a playful smile. "Is this your way of suggesting a dance, my intoxicated king?"
Cardan bowed dramatically, offering his hand. "Would you honor me with a dance, my cunning and beautiful wife?"
Y/n took his hand, her fingers intertwining with his. "Only if you promise not to step on my toes, Your Majesty."
Cardan laughed, his eyes alight with affection. "I make no such promises, my love. But I will do my best to keep up with your graceful steps."
They moved to the center of the hall, the music of the fae filling the air. Cardan's steps were unsteady, but Y/n guided him with practiced ease. They twirled and spun, their laughter echoing through the grand chamber.
In that moment, they were not a king and a human girl hated by the fae. They were simply Cardan and Y/n, two souls entwined in a dance that defied the odds. And as they laughed and teased each other under the moonlit sky, their love shone brightly, casting a light that even the darkest shadows of Elfhame couldn't extinguish.
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Not me drowning in the imagines of this beautiful fae
#cardan greenbriar#cardan imagines#high king cardan#cardan x reader#cardans tail#cardan greenbriar x reader#cardan greenbriar x fem reader#the high kings#high king of elfhame#the cruel prince#the wicked king#the queen of nothing#the folk of the air#fae folk#fae au#royal ball#x reader#reader aesthetic#reader insert#female reader#book boyfriend#tfota#tfota fanfic#imagines#oneshot#holly black#married couple#jude duarte#jurdan#jude x cardan
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Every Nico Di Angelo fan focusing more on the background of the episode than the actual plot
#I wanted something!#I understand why they couldn’t show them#but a girl’s voice calling ‘Nico!’ or even a ‘Ghost King’ high score#(shhh I know that wouldn’t work with the timeline but nor does the entire episode)#edit: thank you to the people who pointed out that we hear him (so glad he’s Italian too!)#pjo#pjo series#pjo tv show#Percy Jackson#Percy Jackson spoilers#pjo spoilers#Nico Di Angelo#solangelo#also for the record I didn’t make the picture I saw it on Twitter and knew the perfect use for it
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Watch Green Fields Of France on YouTube Music
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Why the Speed of the Workday Is So Variable
It is no wonder that some employees find the workday to be so boring, dull, monotonous – throw in all the words you know for humdrum and drone. That’s what the workday is. Nothing exciting. A perfunctory day with nothing new and no one to spark interest in the day. But that’s where we wonder: what factors make the workday so variable, and how do we negotiate with Mr. Time himself to make the…
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#case study#dad joke#double paradiddle#emergency#music#paradiddle#speed#The High Kings#theory#variable#work
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Still riding the high from this marvellous concert (in a church no less!). These gentlemen are talented af, live even better than recorded, and, ugh, I felt so much yearning for Ireland in my heart.
#i even cried during their rendition of ''the town i loved so well''#otherwise a big smile was plastered on my face the whole time#and i was dancing and singing along more often than not#there was also this cute lad called eduardo who was brave enough to sing a-capalla in front of all of us#it was magical#the high kings#1845#music#ireland#personal
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desperately craving weird surrealist arthurania. Knights with no faces wandering through the mists. Seams between Christian and pre-Christian Britain gaping like open wounds. Beafts and visions. Maybe a monk. Maybe the monk is gay
#This post brought to you by remembering that The Green Knight exists#and longing to live in the alternate universe where it launched a whole genre of high quality queer indie arthurania retellings#craving themes of guilt honor repression wildness etc etc#bonus points if it includes critique of the whole divine right of kings English empire imaginary that can accompany Arthur retellings#I would write it myself but alas! I have no brain#Mine
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