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arofili · 1 year

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Hi! I hope you're doing well and congrats on the 4k followers! If you're still taking prompts, how about Autumn for #7 with Daeron and Maglor?

“Don’t let it end like this,” Maglor said softly.

Daeron clenched his fists. “Don’t,” he growled.

“Daeron—meldo, please—”

“Don’t you dare!” Daeron snapped. “Every time, I swear—you beg and plead until I pity you, but it’s never enough to fix anything. I mean it, Maglor—I am leaving this time. You promised to change. But you haven’t. I won’t stand for it any longer.”

“You ask me to change the past,” Maglor cried. His burned hand reached out to grab Daeron’s arm, and he could feel the heat of the forever-maimed flesh against his skin, a constant reminder of Maglor’s failure. “I cannot go back and stop myself from wronging you and your kin. All I—all we can do is move forward—”

He had a way of twisting words, of pulling at the heart’s yearnings, of drawing people close and filling them with sympathy. He was a master of manipulation. Daeron knew that, even had some skill with it himself—but though they were both powerful musicians, Daeron was always more of an instrumentalist. Words, lyrics, poetry—that was Maglor’s domain.

After this long, Daeron should be able to resist him. But he was weak at hart, and always had been. He loved too easily, and never learned to close himself off despite the pains of loss and betrayal.

“You always do this,” he whispered, Maglor’s pleas stirring up his grief and bringing tears to his eyes. “I want—I want remorse. Yes, you cannot change the past, but you can change how you feel about it. And not just how you speak about it.”

“Daeron. Meleth.” The endearment, in Daeron’s own tongue this time, was precisely calculated, but even knowing that, it worked on him all the same.

Maglor cupped his cheek with his good hand and turned Daeron’s face so they looked deeply into each other’s eyes. His own gaze shown with that Lachend-flame, eerie and powerful. But Daeron of all Iathrim knew well such a Light, for it was in Lúthien’s eyes also, from Elu her father and Melian her mother.

(For Daeron, love and horror had always gone hand in hand.)

“I cannot dwell in the past,” Maglor murmured. “But the reason I cannot is—is because if I do, I will lose myself in regret, in remorse. I have done—so much evil. But I cannot let that define me.” His war-callused thumb brushed a tear from Daeron’s cheek. “Was it not you who taught me that?”

He couldn’t help himself. Damn him, he couldn’t let Maglor go.

“Aye, I did,” he admitted, and let himself lean into his lover’s touch. “But...Maglor?”

“Yes, melindo?” Maglor’s voice was tinged with smugness, for he knew he had won. But Daeron would not let himself be the loser, even so.

“This isn’t over,” he warned. “Not you and I—but not your reckoning, either.”

And to Daeron’s immense satisfaction—and relief—the triumph in those shining eyes wavered.

“I know,” Maglor sighed. “I would love you less if it was.”

#silm #silmarillion #silm fic #daeron #maglor #daemags #daeron x maglor #my writing #my fic #tefain nin #prompts #yellow feathered faerie

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tilions · 2 years

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Finduilas Faelivrin · Princess of Nargothrond

colour palette challenge · #12 radio waves → requested by @yellow-feathered-faerie · I hope you like it <3

#edit requests #yellow feathered faerie #finduilas #finduilas faelivrin #the silmarillion #silmarillion #tolkien #noldor #arafinweans #house of finarfin #nargothrond #silmedit #tolkienedit #my edit #poster edit #tuserosie #userlyndeth

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wren-of-the-woods · 2 years

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Ooh ask game - 1, 10 and 20?

1. What font do you write in? Do you actually care or is that just the default setting?

Usually just Arial. I think I used to change it up more, but once I started writing a lot of ficlets, it became a pain to change all the settings every time I made a new doc so I tend to stick with the default. I do play with the text color sometimes when I need to spice it up!

10. Has a piece of writing ever “haunted” you? Has your own writing haunted you? What does that mean to you?

Ooh, interesting question! I think I tend to be haunted by my unwritten ideas more than by my finished pieces, with the occasional exception of my poetry. Other people's writing can haunt me every now and then (Tolkien is particularly good at it, but other fics and novels do it as well).

20. If a witch offered you the choice between eternal happiness with your one true love and the ability to finally finish, perfect, and publish your dearest, darlingest, most precious WIP in exactly the way you’ve always imagined it — which would you choose? You can’t have both sorry, life’s a bitch

I think I'd have to go with eternal happiness, mostly because that would probably involve a lot of writing anyways! It's a very difficult choice, though 😂

(From this ask game!)

#maybe i should play with writing in different fonts #sounds fun #wren talks #yellow feathered faerie #asks #thank you fae!! :D

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almaren · 1 year

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@yellow-feathered-faerie

CHAPTER 20?????????

I've spent way too long on this to call it a sketch, but it's not a decent finished piece either

Someone (Fëanor) somewhere (Mandos) wishes he could be the one to teach Curufin calculus but he's 1- dead and 2- an asshole so he doesn't get teaching priviledges

The pages aren't empty, everything was just written in invisible ink and no one except Mairon can see what's there (sorry Curufin)

Probably the best drawing I've made in regards to portraying my Mai✨design

Based on:

#double braid giant glasses mairon lives in my head rent free #mairon #sauron #curufin #atarinke #feanorians #tolkien #silmarillion #yellow-feathered-faerie #this is my sideblog btw #my art #i referenced a painting but didn't look for its title or anything

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an-eldritch-peredhel · 2 years

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Ok ok fic title ideas (I'm always up for fic title ideas)

- Yours Sincerely, A Friend

- Many Are Dreams of Men

- All or Nothing

Title ask game!

Yours Sincerely, A Friend: An anonymous letter is written to Tuor in Valinor, with a return address of a random post-box in Cyr-Dyrathan. He strikes up a strange friendship with this mysterious wandering elf, who seems alternately gladdened and dismayed by the strangest things and is clearly ex-Beleriandrim. The letters continue, revealing more details and pieces over time (there's a support group the elf goes to sometimes? a really big one?? not just for the reembodied???) and eventually revealing the reason for that first letter: the elf had known and loved Tuor's cousin. Yes I phrased this for as much ambiguity as possible lol- it's the Beleg & Tuor friendship I never knew I needed until literally just now.

Many Are Dreams of Men: AU where it turns out that the human afterlife includes the opportunity to watch over a child you would have been close to- but you died before they were born. In my Arda, Elured and Elurin are born shortly after Beren and Luthien die. You bet they're sticking around for their grandkids! Includes lots of ghostly grandparent fluff, ample use of half-maia powers in ways that Namo would disapprove of, horrific amounts of kinslaying angst, more worldbuilding than I'd like to do as E^2 1.0 survive and wander (pursued by grandparents), reunions, Peredhil Choice Angst, separations, and more reunions. This would be an absolute monster of a multi-chap, and very bitter-sweet.

All or Nothing: I struggled with the other two but the moment I saw this my brain went "Finwean shenanigans in Valinor" so. Finwean shenanigans in Valinor. This would be a great title for one of those Russingon "Oh no, for politics we have to get married what a shaaameee" "fake" dating aus, but that felt slightly uninspired so another option:

It's the fourth (or whatever) age. Everyone is back and reembodied and healing. Interpersonal dynamics are in the process of being worked out. No one is quite sure who starts it, but a web of bets begins to emerge amongst the Finweans (and Co.), regarding who (and how) everyone is going to make up, break up, or hook up with their (ex) spouses (or others). Aredhel, being just responsible enough for everyone to trust and Soundly Uninterested is scorekeeper. There are So Many flowcharts and conspiracy boards. There are schemes, and fake dating, and "fake" "dating". There are lots of awkward situations involving nosy cousins and newly made-up spouses. There are at least two weddings and six vow renewals. It's Noldorin drama at it's finest: everyone is yelling and angry but having lots of fun. The grand reveal? The mysterious person who started it, not-quite pulling the strings this whole time, offering benevolent and less-benevolent advice?

Maedhros and Fingon, the dear, responsible older siblings, sick of being gossiped over and finally in a safe enough space to enjoy a little chaos as they sip martinis on Tol Eressea after a very (very (very)) quiet elopement, having bet all or nothing on the very situation that has resulted. Caranthir is pissed.

#asks #yellow-feathered-faerie #title ask game #this was really fun #i want to write all of these now

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burning-quesadilla · 2 years

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Ok ok husband, one night stand, best friend: Revan, Malek, the Exile

oooh tough... I'd probably say one night stand exile, husband malak, and best friend revan

#thanks for the ask!#ask #yellow-feathered-faerie

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swanmaids · 2 years

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Hi! I saw you had an oc ask game and I wanted to ask, for Signy as I do love her, 5, 11 and 31?

Thank you!!!

5. On an ordinary day, what can be found in this character’s pockets?

This question is so Gollum-coded ANYWAY, pre-erebor quest it would probably be small change, a handkerchief, a cool rock she likes to hold to self-soothe, house key. Post quest, various small gems/gold pieces, TWO handkerchiefs, the same cool rock, and keys to her new house and the three taverns she and Gloin own.

11. In what situation was this character the most afraid they’ve ever been?

Either during her illegal abortion or when she left Ered Luin with baby Gimli in a sling and was ambushed by a group of goblins who tried to snatch him :(

31. Describe a situation in which this character feels most comfortable.

Sitting in front of the fire in her family home in erebor with Gloin after a good day’s work while they take each other’s braids out and comb each other’s hair :)

#ask game #yellow-feathered-faerie #my ocs #Signy

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tarninausta · 2 years

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Ooh ask game? How about Elrond, Elros or Elwing?

Elwing! Blorbo from my books, my fave, my babygirl, she's on my mind 24/7

This is Elrond (Him! Spectacular!)

Elros from when I did him here. Yes I'm still ashamed of myself 😥

#🌟 asks #yellow-feathered-faerie #only barely scraping by the everyone else is wrong about them #square with elwing because a lot of people in my direct surroundings on this webbed site are absolutely correct about her #anyway! thank you for these!#(oh and the dynamic is their entire family tree. i love it so much best family)

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genderbinaryisforlosers · 2 years

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everyone give it up for knickolas pterodactyl hob. rue certainly has

[id: Two digital drawings depicting a scene from A Court of Fey and Flowers; Hob, Andhera, Binx, and Rue meet in the abandoned tailor’s shop. In the first image, Andhera and Hob stand side by side, with Andhera touching the back of his neck and smiling at Hob as his stormcloud brews, and Hob standing with his hat tucked under his arm, nervously saying, “The K in K.P. stands for Knickolas.” In the second image, Rue rests their face on their claw and above their head in cursive script, surrounded by hearts and peonies, are the words, “I Love Him.” At their side, Binx looks confused, with question marks gathering around her head. /end id]

more detailed description under the cut

Andhera is a young Unseelie faerie with dark plum-coloured skin, extremely long pointed ears, and ember-red irises on black sclerae. His hair is in messy curls flopping down to the side, and streaked with dark grey. He is wearing his usual gold and black robe, exposing his chest, which is shiny from the drizzle raining down from their cloud. He is wearing a gold circlet on his head and several matching earrings in their extremely long ears. He is smiling gently with his eyebrows raised, looking in Hob’s direction. Their cloud is dark, subtly cracking with pink-purple lightning, and some of the peaks look like the tops of hearts.

Hob is a fluffy brown bugbear with large fangs and tall pointed ears. He is dressed down, wearing a plain navy-blue greatcoat with his cavalry hat tucked under one arm and his other behind his back. His brow is furrowed, and he is looking towards the ceiling, with comical droplets of sweat jumping off his forehead. His eyes are luminous yellow in the dark.

Rue is a gigantic owlbear (bipedal, top half owl and bottom half bear) with a barn owl’s face and dark talons. They have yellow-green-tinted feathers that become dark khaki as they get longer. They have big, shiny black eyes, and pink speckles around them. They are wearing a multicoloured quilted jacket over an ornate red doublet, and a single-shoulder forest green cape with a leather pauldron. The pauldron is engraved with golden peonies, and pink peonies also bloom around their thought of “I Love Him.” They are also wearing a dark pink floppy cap with a peacock’s feather stuck in it.

Binx is a very short moth faerie, with brown moth wings folded at their back. She has dark purple, short-ish messy hair and purple eyes. She is dressed in dark purple and bronze, with detailing like damselfly wings. Her ears are medium-sized and pointed, and she also has fluffy moth feelers. She is covered in pinkish blotches on her cheeks and shoulders, and her skin is otherwise light brown. Their eyebrows are styled in dots, and they are wearing purple lipstick and a paperclip as a hair clip. The question marks around them are purple, and resemble streaks of paint.

The tailor shop is darkened, cast in a blue hue with only vague shapes behind the foursome. Shafts of light come through on Hob’s and Rue’s sides, leaving Andhera and Binx in shadow.

/end id

#kp hob #delloso de la rue #binx choppley #andhera of the unseelie #ruehob #battlemaster of ceremonies #a court of fey and flowers #acofaf spoilers #d20 art #dimension 20 #image described #my art #things i made #fortpolio

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sorryimananti-romantic · 6 months

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Lore Concept: 'An Empire of Dreams and Illusions'

[faerie prince au!ateez]

Faeries

first faeries were created from the purest kernels of magic

physical appearance ranges from almost human-like features to having animalistic features like horns, tails, wings, scales, etc.

every faerie possesses at least a small affinity for healing magic, if nothing else

their power elements are usually nature-inclined but some tend to deviate towards the 'unnatural' elements

every faerie can sense at least someone with similar magic as themselves

some faeries possess an animal form, which differentiates from faeries who are shapeshifters and can wear any skin

all faeries possess better senses than humans- which includes heightened vision, hearing, and smell

a few faeries that share darkling blood may possess darkling characteristics as well- physical or magical

Darklings

first darklings were created from the darkest (but not evil) kernels of magic

physical appearance is just like faeries- what sets them apart is the darkness of their aura and magic

but dark does not mean evil- just like all darklings are not inherently evil, all faeries are not inherently 'good' as well

also possess healing magic

their power elements are usually the 'darker' aspects of nature, hence more dangerous than faeries but that's debatable as well

just like faeries have elemental magic, darklings also possess elemental magic but their difference is in their wielding techniques

most of them can shapeshift into animals

also possess heightened senses but they can sense danger better, and can sense the unnatural better than faeries

their wings usually resemble bat wings

High Healers

the elite class of healers who work for the royal courts and reside in the castles to serve their ruler

they are usually born with major healing magic which is why they choose to excel in this field

however, someone with another elemental magic but a good affinity for healing may also choose to direct their energy and power to become a healer

usually rely on their magic but also depend on natural remedies

make sure the course of nature is not changed as they heal

create the medical records for the library

some work solely for research and advancement in the field

when healing is their major focus, they can sense ailments and disorders

can 'unheal' as well but that's the dark side of their magic

The Panthers of Soca

ancient creatures, forgotten with time

helped in the creation of faeries and darklings, raised the first of them as well

strive for balance and harmony in nature to maintain the natural time flow

can travel between dimensions through portals

speak a language that is no longer understood by anyone but themselves (except the 'bridge')

shifted to Mirinae but in an alternate dimension, way before faeries ever shifted to that same planet

appearance is feline with yellow or green eyes that often glow, wings huge and either batlike or with feathers, pointy claws and tail. often possess scaly skin

their dimension is mostly smoke and ruins and they feed on the energy of the nature itself- they're immortal

if someone messes up with the flow of nature, it is their job to make things right and choose the best possible path for the future

Mirinae [Geography]

[parts of worldbuilding were inspired by Dreamcatcher's Deja Vu!]

As of the first book in this series, Mirinae dates to be only two decades old since fairies started inhabitating in it.

The planet Mirinae was made to look as much like planet Earth as possible, with its geography and land and seas and oceans, lakes and rivers, the plants and animals, the weather, etc.

The technology is mostly magic-fueled hence lack of pollution.

There are 4 continents- Aries, Scorpio, Leo-Gemini and CaLiSa. Fomalhault is considered more of an island than a continent.

There are 7 kingdoms named after the stars of the princes and the princess. The Kingdom of Aries is shared by Seonghwa and Yunho. The Kingdom of Gemini is split into two states- Castor and Alhena- for Yeosang and his twin.

There are 7 seas named after the birthstones of the princes and the princess (ex. diamond for seonghwa and yunho). The stones can be found reflecting in the sea.

There 2 rivers in Mirinae- one in the Kingdom of Scorpio called River Noor (meaning 'light') and the other flowing through the three kingdoms in CaLiSa called River Al Ard (meaning 'of earth').

There is only one desert which is in the Kingdom of Fire, stretching from Denebola to Algieba.

There are 3 mountain ranges- one in Bharani in Kingdom of Aries, one in the Kingdom of Scorpio stretching from Jabbah to Antares, and one situated where the three kingdoms in CaLiSa meet. Bharani hosts the highest mountain range.

There is one volcano range in a small island near Regulus in the Kingdom of Leo.

There are 2 suns in Mirinae- the purple sun often called the moon by the Princes and the orange sun. The orange sun resembles the sun from planet Earth and it shines during the day but dims during the night, letting the purple 'moon' take over and cast a purple but dark glow in the sky

The weather is controlled by a group of faeries in every kingdom specifically working to maintain a suitable climate for their kingdom.

Currently, the animals and birds inhabiting the planet were 'exported' or manufactured from the planet Earth.

Mirinae [Magic and Facts]

Apart from the major 9 elements of Dark, Light, Water, Space, Spirit, Earth, Fire, Air and Nature, there are a number of 'minor' elements and powers unique to their users.

Among them are shapeshifters who can shift into any skin, healers whose sole purpose is to heal through a variety of means, etc.

Reproduction/fertility rate is low for faeries compared to humans.

A daughter is rare. Identical twins even rarer. Fraternal even more. Fraternal with one son and daughter? Rarest.

The royals who hold power over one element hold a wide range of magical variety, some of which is left unexplored too.

Darklings are dark in nature but not necessarily evil, though they have no one but themselves to blame over their bad reputation.

Each of the castle built for the royals is unique to them in its decor and layout, reflecting the vibe of the owner and containing secret passages and rooms known only to the owner and their trusted few.

The system of monarchy currently runs the planet but rebel groups exist as well.

Much of the court system and laws are influenced from humans though some laws are unique to the faerie-kind. For example, necromancy is forbidden and punishable according to the gravity of the crime as judged by the courts created to deal with this nature of crime.

The currency is gold, silver and bronze coins and is universal.

All faeries are considered to be equal despite their age, gender or position. However, discrimination may occur at certain ocassions (turns out faeries aren't all that different than humans).

The favoured means of travels is through carriages or animals mixed with a little magic to increase efficiency.

Communication occurs the same- fire letters, water messages, telepathic signals.

Educational institutes are found in every city with studies focused on magic related subjects, history, running-the-kingdom politics, etc.

Again, most educational, religious and cultural aspects the faeries brought to this planet are the ones they once shared with humans since two decades ago, faeries, darklings and humans coexisted on planet Earth. But in the end, the faeries unite because for their existence, they have to depend on each other and function as one, putting aside any differences.

Naturally, the languages are human as well, depending on the faeries birthplace, but the faeries are able to understand a multitude of languages through magic.

Glossary

[the scenes that directly inspired the beginning of this lore- from Dreamcatcher's Deja Vu!]

Original Dimension - the time-space the story takes place, the 'real' time-flow

Alternate Dimension - a layer over the original dimension with different time-space properties

The 'Other' Dimension - The one Yeosang and the royals casually refer to when they address the dimension of Yeosang's domain, the one where souls come to before moving on or deciding to stay

Portal - a gateway to a different time-space, where one or both could vary

Anti-nature - the term ateez use to refer to Gaeul's magic that literally seems like anti-nature since it turns into ash and does worse than kill now, even burning souls and sucking life out of the living things

Anti-magic - another term ateez used bc they're confused lol

Black hole - a mass of energy created due to an event that does not flow in its original time-space flow occurs

'Glitch in the matrix' - an irregular occurence

'Water has memories' - a 'vague' concept of certain memories linking to the water bodies they occur in so they can be accessed by other water users

Yin-yang bloodline - the prestiged bloodline of Nature users, kept secret. They are able to access an element other than their original nature element, usually earth since it's the closest in its properties. Some can access even 2 more. The yin-yang users can connect with their soulmates to access their element as well.

Cold fire - perhaps an element of its own, resembling fire in its original plasmic state and ice in its colder temperatures. Can burn like fire but with its extreme cold temperatures. Can also manifest as ashes resembling snowflakes

#lore: an empire of dreams and illusions #fic: take me home #fic: horizon #ateez au #ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #ateez fluff #ateez angst #ateez smut #worldbuilding #seonghwa x reader #choi san x reader #hongjoong x reader #yunho x reader #yeosang x reader #mingi x reader #wooyoung x reader #jongho x reader

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violettadecalda · 1 year

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Elements: Air Edition

About the air element: The air element is linked to things such as divination, concentration, visualization, and prophecy. Air teaches us how to hone our scattered energy and focus it toward what we want. It teaches us to use our intention. Air can be a big cleanser and also a big charger. Just stand outside for a few momenrs on a windy day, letting it blow around you and play through your hair, and you will feel renewed.

Air in magic: The air element is often used in combination with smoke, feathers, trees, flowers, and plants. It is common to use the air element in both spells that require letting go, and in spells that bring you new information. After all, rumors can travel on the wind. Aromatherapy, hanging objects up, playing the flute or other woodwind instruments, and tossing things to the wind are all examples of using the air element in magic.

Forms of air include: wind, still air, breath, vibrations

Some air spirits include: Sylphs, zephyrs, faeries

Color: Yellow

Direction: East

Tools: Censer, athame, sword, wand

Tarot suit: Swords

Zodiac signs: Gemini, Libra, Aquarius

Symbol:

Air in daily life: The most obvious form of air in our daily lives is the air that we breathe. Everyone does it, everyone needs it. Speaking requires the element of air as well, as it carries the vibrations of our voices. We use air to cool off, and every time we look up at the clouds in the sky, we are interacting with the air element.

Air in the home: Similarly to how fire is used to keep our homes warm, air is used to keep them cool. Whether you are opening a window, turning on a fan, using an air conditioner, or fanning yourself with the playbill for your little brother's school performance of Legally Blonde in the stuffy auditorium, you are using air to cool yourself down. Air can also be very healing. How many times have you stepped outside to get some fresh air and take in the breeze while you were feeling sick?

Air in the kitchen: Though it may not be obvious at first, there are some cooking methods that utilize the air element. Perhaps the most common is drying, whether you are drying meat for jerkey or herbs for tea. Then there is cooking with convection heat, which is growing more popular, or cooking with microwaves. Also popular, as seen by the amount of fizzy beverages and whipped toppings available, is carbonation and aeration. There are several foods and ingredients associated with the air element, including~

Almond, anise, bamboo, brazil nut, caraway, chicory, dandelion, endive, hazel, hops, lavender, lime, mace, maple, marjoram, mint, mulberry, parsley, pecan, sage, acorn squash, artichoke, bitter melon, broccoli, cauliflower, eggplant, fennel, okra, rhubarb, spaghetti squash, alfalfa, cannelini beans, lima beans, mung beans, celery seed, chamomile, rosemary, scallions, amaranth, puffed rice, rye, apple, apricot, blackberry, currants, lingonberry, pear, pineapple, tamarind, pomegranate, black tea, chocolate, coffee, white vinegar, cabbage, celery, grape leaves, mustard greens, daikon, sunchoke, parsnip, hibiscus, macadamia nuts, walnuts, stevia

Herbs associated with air: Frankincense*, myrrh*, pansy, primrose, vervain, violet, yarrow, dill, clove, acacia, aspen, beech, benzoin*, bodhi, bracken, bromeliad, clover, fern, goldenrod, horehound, houseleek, mistletoe*, papyrus, pine, slippery elm, tobacco, rose petals

Stones associated with air: Fluorite, moonstone, turquoise, amethyst, rhodochrosite, topaz, pumice, alexandrite

Animals associated with air: Doves, hawks, eagles, foxes, turtles, ravens, spiders

Incense: Lavender, lemon balm, linden, frankincense, myrrh, violet, anise, chicory, mace, pine

Air on the altar ideas: yellow feathers, feathers in general, bird imagery, incense, censer, bells, flute, objects hanging above the altar

Divination with the air element: Nephomancy, austromancy, alveromancy, feather divination

Air work for spoonies:

Open up the window to watch the sky

Collect feathers or scatter them to the breeze

Keep a handheld fan nearby for when you need to create a breeze of your own

If you dont have your own windchimes, ring bells or listen to recordings of chimes on your phone

Use yellow pillowcases, blankets, sheets, curtains, or wall decorations

Hang beads or ribbons in your window

*Some herbs are unsafe or even deadly to ingest and can be dangerous to use. ALWAYS do research.

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harmonie-writes · 1 year

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Endless Sol Teaser

Poly dragon!Ateez x fem! reader

Warnings: typical things that happen in raids (burning, potential death/depictions of death, abductions, forced enslavement), language, violence, blood.

AN: italics are telepathic bonds, thoughts

If you enjoy my work, please consider reblogging as tumblr is based on reblogs and not likes. (The likes are appreciated, though).

Word count: ~1.5k

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There's a place called Eris, where magic runs deep in the lands. A place where creatures of high nobility live, like elves and humans, even warlocks and faeries. Up in the mountain and deep in the caves, some dwarves dwell, that mine and smelt gold. There are even monstrous species, such as dragons and behemoths. Yet some species are slowly going extinct, like the phoenix.

Eris is a world of myth and magic, it was also once a place of peace and prosperity. Unfortunately, the plague of greed waged war for the land, and some species sought out those who could be bent to their will for their gain.

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The human king, King Ainar, of Deimos, sought a cure for his ailing wife. His court physicians couldn't figure out what was wrong. No treatment seemed to work. Every remedy they tried failed. So, he sought out warlocks, witches, and the fae folk. The results were the same. No potion, tonic, or balm seemed to ease the illness that befell the Queen of Deimos. Over a year, many had failed to cure the queen, and she remained husk-like in her bed.

And then, there was one last chance the King had, a rumor at most, but it was a small grain of hope for him. There is an island called Thelea, home to the phoenix, which is a land made purely of volcanic rock and ash, except when spring arrives then there is life on the island.

King Ainar took the only lead he had and readied a fleet to storm Thelea. But why search for the phoenix? There was a myth that the bird of flames could cure or heal any ailment with a single drop of their golden blood.

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Rowboats scratched against the gravel of the shore of Thelea in the dark of night. The knights that King Ainar had sent out have finally reached the land of fire, and secured as many of the phoenixes as they could.

The sound of iron boots and chain mail could be heard as the knights began the raid.

Homes were set aflame and the air turned rancid with smoke, all in attempts to flush out some of the phoenixes from their homes and out into the open. It wasn't long before startled screams and shouts filled the air, and the sound of iron nets being cast as they clinked against each other.

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Small soot-stained hands clawed at the floorboard under them trying desperately to escape the support beam that fell from the rafters of her family home. Every gasp and cough that left her as she struggled left her lungs burnings. Her eyes stung from the smoke and she could only see orange and yellow flames behind her bleary eyes.

It was only a matter of time now. She knew these were probably her final moments. She could hear her parents' screams get farther and farther away.

Feeling the last of the strength leave her body, she feels heat ignite from inside her chest. It's instantaneous, the rapidly growing fire consumes the small feathered girl and leaves a pile of ash in its wake.

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A small thunder of dragons flies overhead, getting ready to head back to their home in the Mountains of Altair when they notice the smoking ruins of Thelea.

"Look over there," a silver female wyvern pointed out, craning her neck in the direction of the smoke plumes.

The large black dragon at the head of the group angled his wings to land in the ruins of Thelea, the rest of the group following his lead in the descent.

The black dragon touches down first closely followed by the silver female. It's not too long after that four small hatchlings stumble upon their landings.

Among the hatchlings, there is a crimson scaled dragon, it's dark scales shimmering brightly like the lava pools in Thelea. A dragon with scales as black as the night sky and eyes that compare to the emeralds that the dwarves of Erbor mine. The third hatchling to touch down is a dragon with gold scales like the large wheat fields that cover most of Diemos. The last one to land is the youngest, a snow white wyvern, who stumbles the most out of the hatchlings since he only has two legs.

The unmistakable sounds of bones compacting and joints popping reach the ears of the thunder, and before them stands a motherly woman with silvery hair in a long braid, and a plain pleated dress.

"Amia, what are you doing?" The black dragon's voice vertebrates inside her head. It's almost loud enough that it feels like his words are bouncing off her skull.

"Looking for survivors. This isn't natural," she insists and begins to make her way to the center of town.

More popping can be heard and a mop of straw colored hair is bounding after the woman.

"Yunho!" The dragon calls, but gets ignored by the hatchling and soon the other three are following his lead.

Shaking his head the elder follows suit, quick to hurry after his wife and the four hatchlings who were supposed to be doing flight training.

Amia picks up the dress of skirt as she picks her way through the deserted town. Distress evident on her face as she walks up to one of the charred remains of a home and spots a small doll laying in a puddle, covered in soot.

The male, known as Izar, walks up to his wife, eyes scanning everything. Hoping for a sign of life, or something that'll explain what happened.

"It doesn't look like any of them are here," Izar states, placing what he hopes is a comforting hand on his wife's shoulder.

The four hatchlings have wandered over to the other side of the town square. A weird tug pulling at each of them in the direction of a house with a collapsed roof.

Seonghwa nudges Hongjoong's ribs and they share a look with each other before slowly stepping into the threshold of the house. Calculating eyes searching, but they aren't quite sure what they're looking for.

Yeosang stands on his tippy toes to look over Hongjoong’s shoulder and points at a pile of ash on the floor.

"What's that?" He asks, carefully stepping out from behind his elder.

He receives a shrug and the four of them begin to make their way to the center of the room and together the four lift the center beam.

Yunho bends down, about to touch the pile when they all hear their names being called by Izar and Amia.

"Time to go," Seonghwa mumbles, picking his way back to what would be the front door.

As the four of them begin to turn away from the strange pile of ash, they feel heat warm their backs. The heat isn't harsh, but it's warm and inviting and it makes them freeze in their place and turn around. Stunned they watch as the ashes reignite before their eyes, and in the orange glow of the fire a shape starts to take place before the fire dies out. Eyes wide and mouths agape they stare as a small bird with burgundy and gold feathers with brilliant blue eyes.

"Guys," Hongjoong looks at the other hatchlings.

Swallowing thickly, Seonghwa carefully picks up the phoenix and cradles it between his palms.

"So, what now?" He asks, turning around.

"I guess, we bring it to Amia," Hongjoong answers, leading the way back to the center of town.

The four boys hurry to find their caretakers and call out to them.

It doesn't take long for them to notice the new phoenix in Seonghwa's hands, and Amia is hurrying over to see the young one.

"Oh, Mother," Amia whispers, her hand covering her mouth.

Izar takes another look around the place before letting out a heavy sigh, "I guess we will take this one home with us. Seonghwa, will you be alright holding onto them while we fly home?"

Seonghwa nods his head, his arms holding the bird a little bit more firmly without crushing it.

"Well then," Izar announces right before shifting, "Let's head home."

Five dragons take off from Thelea heading West towards the Mountains of Altair, and perched on the back of the Izar, is Seonghwa holding the small bird made of sol.

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I feel like I am cheating by doing this but oh well! How about "tears" for the ask game?

"I miss him," she confessed weakly, soaking her Master's robe with tears.

Ahhh feelings, sad feelings. Fae why do you do this to me??

#this is from chapter nine #it's not a happy chapter #i feel bad for putting ahsoka and anakin through all this #asks #yellow feathered faerie #mutals <3 #writing related stuff

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Hello hello hello, it has been a while since we last chatted but you are still my resident Witcher mutual and I know you have impeccable taste in fanfic - so I was wondering (if you wouldn't mind) if you could rec any fics about Jaskier's family? Either blood-related from Lettenhove or found family from bard-ing, I'm really unfussy! I'm just very invested in where the bard came from before meeting his Witcher...

Anyway, hope you're doing alright and no worries if this isn't something you're interested in!

Hello Fae!! It's lovely to hear from you! I absolutely do not mind and was delighted at the chance to make another reclist. I hope you find some fics you like!

As always, I would love to hear if anyone reading this has their own recs. Do you know a fic that fits the category? Want to promote one of your own stories? Go for it!

Without further ado, here are a bunch of lovely fics featuring OCs for Jaskier's family!

his hair was like the strands of gold by underlay Rated G, 6k The Count de Lettenhove has been away from home for several months. Meanwhile, a Witcher has arrived, part of a new protection deal between the Witchers and the Northern Kingdoms. When the Count gets home, he finds a lovesick Julian and a Witcher who isn’t quite what he was expecting. (I have yet to read it, but this one has a sequel that also looks very good!)

for she had done mischief by @whatkindofnameisvolta Rated T, 43k After unexpectedly becoming a father to a demi-god, Jaskier returns to Lettenhove for much needed parental support. There he finds half-a-dozen of his niblings, all with far too much curiosity for their own good. Meanwhile, on the run from Nilfgaard, Geralt, Yennefer and Cirilla also make their way to Lettenhove, to find sanctuary amongst Jaskier's family.

A Mother of One's Own by ohnoesidontknow Rated M, ~1k (one of multiple ficlets posted as the same work) Jaskier's mom adopts Geralt.

enough to drive a man mad by @contemplativepancakes Rated T, 6k Jaskier convinces Geralt to pretend that they’re dating when they visit his parents.

So Inviting (I Almost Jump In) by @happyjuicyfruit Rated G, 5k Geralt accompanies Jaskier to his sister’s wedding. Jaskier’s family is not what Geralt expected.

You, Forever by inanoldhouseinparis Rated G, 16k Geralt and Jaskier pretend to be engaged in Lettenhove.

You've Been Deprived, Haven't You My Dear? by Bedalk05 Rated T, 7k Jaskier is a shifter and Geralt finds out. (Featuring Jaskier’s mother! I have yet to read the rest of the series, but it looks wonderful.)

Kingdoms Come and Kingdoms Go, Rivers Run and Rivers Flow by @dancinglassie Rated T, 62k Jaskier's start in life was unfortunate, but sadly not unheard of. He was put in a sack, less than an hour old, and chucked in the river. For many in his position that would of been the end of it, but the Yaruga heard his cut off wail and swept him into her loving embrace. Less than an hour old and Jaskier had already died and been reborn as the newest child of Mama Yaruga.

Wicked Things (orphaned) Rated M, 101k This is the story of how Jaskier helps to save the world. Jaskier is twenty when a rift opens and an army of Fae pour through it. Bloodthirsty and mindless, they sweep across the Continent, devastating human settlements and pushing them into smaller and smaller communities. Jaskier finds himself trapped in Lettenhove, having to deal with his father's gradual decline into madness and protecting his family and his village from the threats outside their walls. He meets a Faerie, trapped in a Faerie Ring; the rest, as they say, is history. (Jaskier’s family is there a lot, especially in the beginning, but heed the tags! There are a lot of other things going on here and a lot of them are horror-y.)

Now, here are a few AUs where Jaskier is related to someone from canon.

of music and motion and love by WriteThroughTheNight Rated T, 12k Jaskier comes from a far humbler background, and would really like to know why Yennefer never came back for her youngest brother. (The sequel is also wonderful!)

Soft Deceitful Wiles by boopboop Rated M, 23k Jaskier is Renfri's son, and ten years is plenty of time to prepare a suitable punishment for the Butcher of Blaviken.

Bonus: this one isn't really what you asked for, but it has brief appearances from Jaskier's parents, beautiful found family vibes throughout, and I love it far too much not to mention it!

speak the language of love (like you know what it means) by @restmyheadatnightcontent Rated T, 35k Julian Pankratz, one of the Continent's most famous playboys, always invited to the hottest parties, always seen with the best of the best, is enjoying his lavish life in his huge Cintran apartment when he suddenly gets cut off by his parents and is sent to live in the middle of nowhere. It might turn out to be the best thing that ever happened to him.

More of my reclists can be found here.

#jaskier #the witcher #geraskier #julian alfred pankratz #witcher #fic rec #reclist #the witcher reclist #the witcher fic rec #fic recs #wren recs #yellow-feathered-faerie #i think i actually found 'for she had done mischief' because you recced it to me but it fits the category so here you go again XD #also! i assumed you were looking for fics that explore jaskier's family in a nuanced/positive light #so i didn't include the ones where they're mean/abusive #but i have those too and can find more so if you want that too let me know!#i haven't made a reclist in ages and i needed something chill to do this evening so this was excellent #i should look through my drafts #i might have some half-finished ones lying around

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A final curse

The king and queen's new baby was a huge affair. People came from miles within the kingdom just to see her. Allies from outside the kingdom came too to give gifts and celebrate.

A cloaked figure walked through the crowd, seemingly like a ghost. Despite how no one was dressed in such earthen colours and certainly no one held a staff like hers, no one seemed to think her odd either. That is until the king caught sight of her.

"Stop her." He ordered his guards.

The crowd parted immediately as the guards descended on her. She just stood, lifting her staff and slamming it into the ground, sending all the guards, and some of the guests, flying.

"I think not," she said, voice clear and filling the room, "your king has made a grave error that must be rectified." She continued her approach, stopping just short of the crib. “Oh how fitting.” The baby moaned at the commotion and the woman drew a single gold feather from her sleeve, letting it glide over her soft, pale skin.

“Ah,” the baby gurgled, reaching for the feather with a bright smile. She dribbled over the feather but after having it in her mouth for a couple seconds, she began spitting it out. The baby gurned more as the feather had gone soggy,

“Leave her alone.” The king stood up from his throne drawing his sword to the woman's neck. The sword merely kissed her skin but the iron caused it to burn a soft, red mark where it touched her.

“You don’t have the power here.” She used the staff to push the sword away from her throat gently. “Such a shame this child was born to you; a father who knows no loyalty or commitment that doesn’t benefit him wholly.” She turned to the queen who still sat on the throne.

The queen's body was stiff but both hands were still on the arms of her thrown, tensed into fists. She lifted her chin to the strange woman, the only act she could manage with a strong face.

“And what of her mother, who has no voice outside of her husband. Indeed it is a tragedy for this child.”

“You will not take her!” The king tightened his grip on his sword.

“Oh no, I wouldn’t. I’m not that kind of faerie.”

“Why?”

“Why? You were clearly never taught about faeries. I’m only teaching you now before you make any more mistakes.”

“The only mistake I made was letting you live.”

The faerie undid the clasp under her chin, letting her cloak fall to the ground. Her dress was backless, giving the crowd behind her a good view of the two vertical scars running parallel on her back. The crowd broke out into gasps and murmers.

“You’ve made a far greater error than that.” The faerie glared at the king, eyes glancing back at the baby, “but since you expect me to curse her, I will. I curse this child with intelligence, with tact and with kindness. I curse her to have a voice, to be stubborn and not easily swayed.” The king and queen were quiet, exchanging glances as the faerie continued to speak. “Did you think I would harm this child for your sins?” The woman huffed, “never. But I will say this, she will be a wise ruler; wiser than you. You will not silence her voice nor force her decisions. She’ll choose her path,” she took a step towards the child, smiling as she bent over the crib, “a path that is not yours.” She waved a hand and a yellow mist enveloped the princess.

"Are these not gifts?" The queen asked.

"These are gifts to the child," the faerie nodded, "but you will know no peace. You will not be able to control her."

By now, the palace guards had recovered from the spell on them and all started running at her. The faerie simply smiled and tapped her staff to the ground, disappearing just as the guards all lunged.

She escaped to the safety of the forest, staring down into the pool. The picture depicted the whole throne room in chaos after she'd left, the king ordering his men to spread out and find her while he also forced the guests out.

The faerie smiled down at the picture, whispering as if she was telling the pool her deepest secrets. "The princess will be a beautiful one and smarter than any king’s advisor. She will rule and all will love her. All, except for you."

The faerie touched her staff to the surface of the water and the picture faded. She held her chest as her breathing picked up, leaning on her staff as if in some pain. She ran a hand through her golden hair, catching a handful of it as it started to fall out. She was fading.

Warm hands wrapped around her shoulders, "sister, don't strain yourself. Come rest."

"Rest will do me no good," the faeries smiled wryly, looking over a similar looking woman with dark hair and huge, black, feathered wings on her back. She was wrapped up in another cloak and led to a large nest made out of twigs and lined with multiple feathers.

"Don't say that, Sunny" another faerie said, this time with white wings and hair. Her wings were the softest and the warmest so they were the ones to wrap around her as she sat down with her sisters. "You'll break our hearts."

"You'll survive, you just need to limit your magic use," the night faerie said.

"My magic is fading whether I use it or not." Sunny said.

"Then we should fight," a final sister said, already with a sword in her hand. She had shorter, brown hair that was tied back and large, mottled brown wings.

"Willow," Sunny shook her head, "if we were to go there again, we will die. The castle guards are all armed with iron." She rubbed at her throat that was already starting to heal.

"Well we can't just sit here and watch you fade. He has to be keeping your essence somewhere."

"No more of us needs to die," Sunny's eyes started to close, "I just need some sleep. Maybe later we can plan something, yeah?"

Willow lowered her sword, exchanging sad looks with her other sisters before nodding. "Sure, we can talk later. Get some rest." Her wings drooped and she looked scared.

While the rest of the sisters didn't know when it was going to happen, Sunny could feel herself fading. She knew how much time she had left. It wasn't much, perhaps only a few years but she would drag those years out for as long as she could. If not for herself, then for her sisters.

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