Everyone go read The Raven and the Reindeer by T. Kingfisher, y'all it's so good.
It's a retelling of The Snow Queen, and T. Kingfisher is a master with words, it's truly magical. (also these two lovely ladies are so sweet)
This fanart features the main characters (left to right), Gerta, Janna, and the Sound of Mouse Bones Crunching Under the Hooves of God (a.k.a. Mousebones).
The Raven and the Reindeer by T. Kingfisher
When Gerta’s friend Kay is stolen away by the mysterious Snow Queen, it’s up to Gerta to find him. Her journey will take her through a dangerous land of snow and witchcraft, accompanied only by a bandit and a talking raven. Can she win her friend’s release, or will following her heart take her to unexpected places?
When Gerta’s friend Kay is stolen away by the mysterious Snow Queen, it’s up to Gerta to find him. Her journey will take her through a dangerous land of snow and witchcraft, accompanied only by a bandit and a talking raven. Can she win her friend’s release, or will following her heart take her to unexpected places?
What a lovely way to begin the new year! T. Kingfisher's The Raven and the Reindeer is a perfect retelling of Hans Christian Andersen’s "Snow Queen", drawing on the original but giving it its own spin, adding more depth and grounding it more to reality while also enriching the supernatural aspects of the fairy tale. At a little more than 200 pages, it's a delightful novella that ends with the timeless simplicity of fairy tales, giving the reader just enough information to glimpse the happily ever after.
The book truly shines in the worldbuilding: there are talking animals - each species with such distinctive voices - and stunning bits of sacrificial magic, and two long passages about the deep connections of roots and plants and their dark, hungry power; but, also, their gentleness. Gerta moves about with her big heart and her simple kindness, gathering allies all the while and almost losing herself in the reindeer skin. There's a brutality in some scenes, eerie and necessary; in the butchering, in the knife freeing her every night.
Her relationship with Janna, a nameless servant in the original, develops organically enough. There's perhaps a touch of discomfort in the beginning, when Gerta is held captive, but the author is quick to move on and show the differences with Gerta's hopeless infuatation of Kai. Like in the original, Kai doesn't have a heart and treats her abysmally, but here it's not anyone's fault but his own; he's just a standoffish, cruel kid, more interested in his puzzles. Janna is a well-rounded character, not perfect but certainly kinder, with a dark past of her own that gives her depth.
The Raven and the Reindeer is a great retelling of a cult classic, better than the original.
✨ 3.5 stars
[You can find more of my reviews about queer speculative fiction on my blog MISTY WORLD]
Early 2018 I made daily drawings for a little while. Photo studies scribbled in the edge of my notebook, with a short something about the day. I wasn't in the best of places back then. A few days ago I came across that notebook again. I still love those drawings so I wanted to share some with you. Perhaps they can mean something to you too.
crows use tools and like to slide down snowy hills. today we saw a goose with a hurt foot who was kept safe by his flock - before taking off, they waited for him to catch up. there are colors only butterflies see. reindeer are matriarchical. cows have best friends and 4 stomachs and like jazz music. i watched a video recently of an octopus making himself a door out of a coconut shell.
i am a little soft, okay. but sometimes i can't talk either. the world is like fractal light to me, and passes through my skin in tendrils. i feel certain small things like a catapult; i skirt around the big things and somehow arrive in crisis without ever realizing i'm in pain.
in 5th grade we read The Curious Incident of the Dog In The Night-time, which is about a young autistic boy. it is how they introduced us to empathy about neurotypes, which was well-timed: around 10 years old was when i started having my life fully ruined by symptoms. people started noticing.
i wonder if birds can tell if another bird is odd. like the phrase odd duck. i have to believe that all odd ducks are still very much loved by the other normal ducks. i have to believe that, or i will cry.
i remember my 5th grade teacher holding the curious incident up, dazzled by the language written by someone who is neurotypical. my teacher said: "sometimes i want to cut open their mind to know exactly how autistics are thinking. it's just so different! they must see the world so strangely!" later, at 22, in my education classes, we were taught to say a person with autism or a person on the spectrum or neurodivergent. i actually personally kind of like person-first language - it implies the other person is trying to protect me from myself. i know they had to teach themselves that pattern of speech, is all, and it shows they're at least trying. and i was a person first, even if i wasn't good at it.
plants learn information. they must encode data somehow, but where would they store it? when you cut open a sapling, you cannot find the how they think - if they "think" at all. they learn, but do not think. i want to paint that process - i think it would be mostly purple and blue.
the book was not about me, it was about a young boy. his life was patterned into a different set of categories. he did not cry about the tag on his shirt. i remember reading it and saying to myself: i am wrong, and broken, but it isn't in this way. something else is wrong with me instead. later, in that same person-first education class, my teacher would bring up the curious incident and mention that it is now widely panned as being inaccurate and stereotypical. she frowned and said we might not know how a person with autism thinks, but it is unlikely to be expressed in that way. this book was written with the best intentions by a special-ed teacher, but there's some debate as to if somebody who was on the spectrum would be even able to write something like this.
we might not understand it, but crows and ravens have developed their own language. this is also true of whales, dolphins, and many other species. i do not know how a crow thinks, but we do know they can problem solve. (is "thinking" equal to "problem solving"? or is "thinking" data processing? data management?) i do not know how my dog thinks, either, but we "talk" all the same - i know what he is asking for, even if he only asks once.
i am not a dolphin or reindeer or a dog in the nighttime, but i am an odd duck. in the ugly duckling, she grows up and comes home and is beautiful and finds her soulmate. all that ugliness she experienced lives in downy feathers inside of her, staining everything a muted grey. she is beautiful eventually, though, so she is loved. they do not want to cut her open to see how she thinks.
a while ago i got into an argument with a classmate about that weird sia music video about autism. my classmate said she thought it was good to raise awareness. i told her they should have just hired someone else to do it. she said it's not fair to an autistic person to expect them to be able to handle that kind of a thing.
today i saw a goose, and he was limping. i want to be loved like a flock loves a wounded creature: the phrase taken under a wing. which is to say i have always known i am not normal. desperate, mewling - i want to be loved beyond words.
After being chosen to carry on the legacy of his members and company colleagues, Lee Heeseung finds himself having a wonderful time hosting Music Bank every Friday. What he did not expect was falling in love with his rookie MC partner.
GENRE&AU १ short social media au, coworkers / friends to lovers, mutual pining, comedy, fluff!
FEAT १ enhypen, purplekiss yuki & chaein, billlie sheon, xg jurin, txt hueningkai, ive gaeul, stayc isa, aespa ningning, @taejays raven + some occasional idol mentions!
STATUS १ completed — sep 6 2023 – apr 7 2024.
WARNiNGS १ kys jokes, cursing, profanity, typos, timestamps aren’t important! mc akong will be used for visualization + pinterest girls :) the pics aren’t supposed to describe the reader’s features.
TAGLiST १ taglist is closed!
MiC ON १ ETHANNNN i’m in love with this man (real) 😓 hope u all have a good time reading litvw!! <3
Author's Note: Zoro's turn to be an ACTUAL daddy (although he's a daddy to most of us... lol). Fluff again. Warnings: Hard birth because having babies ain't easy peasy.
Zoro
You were about to have your child by the time your crew reached Wano. Zoro was happier it worked out that way with Chopper being present. If he was going to have anyone oversee his wife through childbirth it would be the blue nosed reindeer. You had both agreed that your mutual adopted son would be the one to bring your child into the world.
What had not been anticipated was the labor portion. The child was stuck and Chopper was doing what he could to save you both. Zoro had made a decision within himself that if it came down to the two of you... he'd pick you. As much as it pained him to possibly lose a child, he would deal with it and drag you out of whatever pit of Hell you'd drag yourself into if the baby was lost. You had been going through labor for HOURS now and your strength was failing you.
"Zoro..." Chopper cried, "I don't know how much longer she can hold out..."
"Take me to my wife...", the swordsman quietly stated, "She needs me..."
The small reindeer shook his head and led the green haired man to you. Upon entering the room, Zoro had to steel himself, not just for his own composure but for you as well. You were crouched down in the middle of your shared bed holding onto ropes that had been tied to the rafters above. You were soaked in sweat screaming in pain as you bared down again with the next contraction.
"Don't give up on her or the baby...", the man growled as he climbed onto the bed behind you.
"Let's try a different position..." Chopper immediately turned back into doctor mode, "Y/N back up and lay down against Zoro!"
You barely heard his instructions before your husband was taking you carefully into his arms. He leaned back against the headboard with you securely tucked between his legs.
"Baby I know you're tired and I know the baby is giving you Hell, but I need you to focus....", the swordsman gently whispered against your ear as he pulled your long raven locks o er his shoulder and began wiping your forehead with a rag that Robin provided. He began cooing in your ear, "you got this, Baby, we can do this..."
You nodded in the affirmative and squeezed his hands as you bared down again.
"I see the head!" Chopper shouted as he signaled Nami to wipe your face with a cold rag.
"I think a couple more good pushes and the baby should be out!" The small doctor joyously shouted as he instructed Nami to get more towels to swaddle the baby in.
"I don't know if I can do this..." you whispered between breaths as another contraction hit you.
"You're a Roronoa now... you can do anything... you could before too.... you're the strongest woman I know... you got this, Sweetheart..." Zoro encouraged.
You bared down again and Chopper said he could pull the baby out at this point. Relief hit you as you felt the child being pulled from you. Exhaustion immediately overtook you and you passed out after Chopper got the baby.
A few hours later you woke up to Zoro passed out at the side of your bed. You felt as though you had been chewed up, spit out, chewed up again and than spat on a sharp rock ravine. You silently yelped as you tried to move but woke up your lover.
"Baby..." he cooed as he suddenly stood up and crawled I to bed to hold you. "I know it hurts but... I need to hold you..."
The sound of his voice stopped your heart for a second. It was weak, needy even... nothing like the swordsman or first mate voice you were used to... softer and sadder than even his bedroom voice.
"Lover?" You quietly questioned as you tried to wrap your arms around him. He knew your intentions the way he knew your body and gently wrapped your arms around him as he knew you wanted. "I thought I'd lost you... you wouldn't wake up..."
You felt warm drops of water on your collar bone as you turned your head. Your Warrior was silently crying against you, causing your tears to well up as well, "I never meant to scare you... "
"You scared the hell outta me and the boy... he's still waiting to meet you..." the green haired man chuckled as he tried to gain his composure, "Little man deserves to meet his mother.. especially after the shit he put you through..."
You silently giggle at the admission. "I would love to meet the only other boy who could steal my heart...."
"In the morning... please... for now... I need to hold you... know you're real and here..." Zoro whispered as he held you closer, "Let those idiots of ours take care of him for now..."
You softly giggled. "They can't be too bad if you trust our son with them..."
"Shut up...." he quietly growled as he tucked you further into him while placing his chin atop your head, inhaling your scent, "Just give me a bit longer... please..."
His voice was still hoarse... you vaguely recall hearing him scream... you did your best to squeeze him to you with what little energy you had. "For the record... I need to train for the next baby..."
"This is the one and only.... I'll not risk you or a child again..." he said deadpanned as he stared down at you. You simply smiled knowing he was still raw from the possibility of losing you both, "Yes my love..."
A few minutes later their was a screaming baby being brought to you. Zoro walked ever so slowly as he awkwardly held your son. You couldn't help but smile. "Come here baby... is Daddy scary?" You teased looking up at your husband's annoyed look. You held the green haired babe close to your chest at first, cooing at him until he settled down seconds later. You fed him from your breast until he was full, burped him and changed his diaper before you made Zoro sit, shirtless next to your bed in your reading chair and hold the boy to him. "What shall we call him?" You whispered half asleep. He groaned at how annoying this situation was even though he smiled at the fact that his son was so relaxed in his arms.
"You can ask Robin as well... babies love skin to skin with Mommy but Daddy too... " you smiled as your infant son snuggled into his father's warmth. Zoro gently telling him all the different sword styles he'd learn and about the swords he'd inherit. "Alexander.... Xander... ", you yawned as you closed your eyes, "It means 'defender of man'.... a true warrior..."
"Alexander? Xander... Roranoa Alexander... alright... And you're main job besides being the greatest swordsman in the world is protecting your mother..." the swordsman quietly whispered thinking you were asleep, seeing your eyes closed, "Your mother is the most precious thing you will have in this world... and it's your job now to help me protect her... and when you find someone like your mother.... you hold onto her tight... just like my Sensei taught me, and you protect her too..."
You gently smiled as you heard your husband settle your son down. You gave a satisfactory moan as he curled into your shared bed and pulled you close. His strong arms around you and his breath coming through his nose at the top of your head. "I love you...."
"Hnnn" he groaned, readjusting you to face him, "I love you too... " He kissed your forehead and then your lips before wrapping you into him. "By the way... six weeks is bullshit..."
You giggled as you nuzzled into his chest. "I have to heal... plus you want me pregnant again so soon?"
"We'll test this one out first but I'm gonna say a hard NO for now..." he sighed.