#A Circle of Uncommon Witches

[ash-and-books]

Rating: 4/5

Book Blurb:

A witch generationally cursed to never find true love sets out to break the spell cast on her family, and must team up with the last person who wants to help her – the witch who set the curse in the first place.

Doreen MacKinnon is doomed to die of a broken heart - if she can’t break the centuries old curse placed on her family.

Three hundred years ago, Ambrose MacDonald, a powerful male witch, fell in love with a MacKinnon. And when the MacKinnon witches forbade him from seeing his love, by secretly hiding her away, he retaliated by cursing the family and its future generations to never find love. But it wasn’t without a cost. Now, Ambrose is imprisoned by those same witches, trapped in a tempest and doomed to outlive everyone he has ever loved.

But Doreen isn’t like the other MacKinnon witches. As the 13th generation of the MacKinnon line, Doreen is one of the most powerful witches in centuries… and one of the loneliest. So when she discovers where Ambrose has been trapped, she releases him to help her break the curse, once and for all. Ambrose agrees to help, but with his own motive: vengeance. He plans to use her as bait to enact his revenge on her family.

Together, they enter a series of trials, which take them to a castle in Scotland, off a cliff, and into a world beyond their wildest dreams. As they work together, sparks start to fly, but soon Doreen must choose how far she is willing to go to break the curse, and what she's willing to sacrifice.

Paige Crutcher's A Circle of Uncommon Witches is a story of adventure, romance, and destiny, that asks: is true love worth the cost?

Review:

A witch determined to break her family's generational curse of never finding true love must break the curse of the very witch who set the curse on her family... while trying to avoid falling for him. Doreen MacKinnon is doomed to die of a broken heart if she can't break the centuries old curse placed on her family by Ambrose MacDonald, a powerful male witch who fell in love with Doreen's ancestor Lenora and cursed her family when they hide her from him. But every curse has a cost and in order to curse thee MacKinnons, Ambrose was imprisoned by the witches and doomed to live eternally... until Doreen frees him. Doreen figures that if she can break him out he can undo the curse he put on her family before her 30th birthday because in her family if she doesn't marry by 30 she will die and she is determined to marry for love only... but in a family where she can thrall people she can never know if they truly love her or are under her thrall. Doreen knows she can't trust Ambrose and that he has his own agenda for going along with her.... but she has no choice and as they embark on a series of trials Doreen realizes that she is falling for the very same witch that is head over heels still obsessed with his ex who is a ghost and destroying her family.... but the more time Ambrose spends with Doreen the more he begins to question whether or not he truly loved Lenore or if the impossible has happened and he has found himself another witch to fall for. A story filled with trials, ghosts, family wrongs, and broken hearts... this story also shows the hope of new love, of fighting for your heart, and of doing everything you can to chase what you want. I've been a fan of Paige Crutcher's books for. along time now, ever since I got my first arc of her very first book, I've had a fun time reading every single one. She writes such soft magical and lyrical romances that just feel so whimsical but so much more. There is a depth to her characters and her stories and I would absolutely recommend this for someone looking for a read that is more than just romance but of growth and family.

Release Date: February 25, 2025

Publication/Blog: Ash and Books (ash-and-books.tumblr.com)

*Thanks Netgalley and St. Martin's Press | St. Martin's Griffin for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

[sorchiadubois]

S.K. Reviews A Circle of Uncommon Witches by Paige Crutcher

I was probably in a snarky mood because the setup did not captivate me at first—A witch generationally cursed never to find true love sets out to break the spell cast on her family and must team up with the last person who wants to help her – the witch who set the curse in the first place. But, snarkiness aside, I am always in the mood for witches and curses, plus we are going to Scotland in this…

[jolieeason]

July 2024 Wrap-Up

Here is what I read, posted, won, received, and bought in July. Let me know if you have read any of these books and what you thought of them. Books I Read: Books Reviewed: Ladykiller by Katherine Wood—review here Catch and Keep by Erin Hahn—review coming October 15th, 2024 Perfect Fit by Clare Gilmore—review coming October 29th, 2024 Given Our History by Kristyn J. Miller—review coming…

[aesethewitch]

And you know what, I'd be so bold as to say that a lot of witches need to learn how to advertise ethically and effectively! Even folks whose services are 100% legit and genuine can be (or come off as) extremely shady. It's a problem! You don't have to be an expert or anything, but understanding what makes a good product listing and how to ethically advertise your goods and services is absolutely critical.

Having done marketing and advertising work for a Major Company with Many Advertising Regulations, these are the extremely basic hallmarks I look for in a good advertisement or product/service listing:

Language is clear and concise, focusing on the specific product or service in question *

Language is engaging but not inflammatory **

No typos, misspellings, or grammatical mistakes

All products and services are clearly described, and the consumer knows exactly what they would receive if they were to purchase from you

If applicable or possible, at least one quality photo of the product is provided (more than one from multiple angles is preferred, but one very good photo is sometimes enough)

Provided images appear legitimate (not AI, not stolen from the internet, etc.) and product descriptions appear to have been written by a real person ***

Prices are clearly stated and appear fair when compared to other sellers offering similar products and services, or which are otherwise explained (for example, if prices are unusually high, it may be because the seller only has limited stock or is providing a unique, high-effort service; this should be clearly stated in the listing in a simple, matter-of-fact tone)

The method of delivery is clearly described, including delivery timelines and whether tracking will be provided

If not provided elsewhere, or if it's a long list of available products/services, contact information and instructions are provided somewhere obvious and easy to access for questions and concerns

Disclaimers are clearly marked, and the consumer's rights are clearly explained (for example, if it's a commission for a custom spell, could the consumer publish the spell instructions on their blog, or is it for private use only?)

The refund policy is clearly described either in the listing itself, in the sales terms, or elsewhere on the page (so long as it's easily found)

It isn't explicitly about listings, but one other big thing I look for is whether the seller has a presence other than their shop or marketing space(s). This could be social media, a physical location, or a personal website. Basically, I want to see that they're obviously a real person doing real work in the field they're selling in, not just a grifter cashing in on what's popular.

I wouldn't buy cakes from someone who isn't obviously making cakes. Why the hell would I buy a tarot reading from someone who, as far as I can tell, has never done a tarot reading except in closed DMs when paid to do so?

* If you're advertising a specific product or service, the post, listing, or whatever else should be focused ENTIRELY on that specific product or service. Avoid extolling your virtues in excess.

What I mean is, your listing should not be 65% sucking your own dick about how long you've been doing the thing you're doing and how great you are. It should be about the product or service, not you. The place for that (and it does have a place, imo) is in a masterpost of services, a pinned post about yourself on your blog, and/or in the "about" section on your website/sales page.

** I mean inflammatory in the way of pushing the reader into a heightened state of emotion. These listings are purposefully manipulative, intending to take advantage of particular types of people. It's not an uncommon tactic, but it is a pretty scummy one, especially in spiritual circles, which attract non-experts who are desperate for relief, comfort, and results. Consider this example:

A listing for a tarot reading about future love saying, "Discover the future of your love life!" would be generally fine. A listing saying "Your love life DEFINED!! Once in a lifetime LOVE!!! SOULMATE CONNECTION? Is HE the ONE? Don't be fooled by NARCISSIST SOCIOPATHS!!" is inflammatory, intent on targeting a specific type of person who is likely to fall for the urgency and the particular language used here. You see the difference, no?

*** There are always cases of folks who aren't so good at words or taking pictures or who aren't using their first language and so forth, and it's important to take that into consideration. But for the most part, even those cases stand out from the bullshit artists, whose only goal is to take your money and run.

[creature-wizard]

Hello, your special interest in conspiracy theories might prove insightful for my predicament.

i've been having very strange things happening to me from a young age, and only in the past few years have i begun to accept them and embrace them. however, whenever i try to search for any information about them, i find these new age conspiracy rabbit-holes that as you've made clear are just thinly veiled white supremacist nonsense.

I wonder if transcendent experiences (in my case having direct, regular and positive interaction with a caring nonhuman entity as well as accurate premonitions for largely mundane future events) are not that uncommon but we either push them to the back of our mind and make them out to be wishful thinking or odd quirks of the brain.

That therein I think may be one of the reasons why the new age cult is the monster it is today: a vacuum of explanation and community for the very real and unexplainable experiences people leads them to new age sooner or later. In these rabbit-holes I often found people speaking of very similar experiences to mine but immediately attributing it to explanations provided by this cult, ones that i felt very deep in my gut to be bullshit.

Do you think the apprehension to discuss & believe genuine spiritual experiences for fear of a loss of acceptance by your peers is detrimental to non-new age spiritual communities? I observe that online pagan, witch, etc circles are rife with this apprehension, of either accepting their or others experiences, either actively or passively by adjusting language used to appeal to the assumed skepticism of the audience. New age, on the other hand, appeared to be far more accepting of the reality of these experiences.

A general unwillingness to consider strange and seemingly inexplicable events (spiritual experiences, UFO encounters, etc) without trying to apply a "rational" yet wholly inadequate explanation is absolutely a problem. The people who do this aren't even necessarily trying to be dismissive, but it can still often feel that way.

Meanwhile, New Age and the conspiracysphere in general will usually provide some sort of explanation that at least feels adequate, especially to those who aren't particularly scientifically or historically literate. (Although some people are so desperate that they'll set aside their scientific and historical knowledge.) New Age alien mythology, for example is of course chock full of nonsense, but it's still more validating than "you hallucinated it" or "you just saw a normal aircraft."

That said, I also don't think this is the only problem. People in general are just uncomfortable with not having answers, and don't really understand how having no answer is better than having a bad answer. Furthermore, people often perceive scientists as waffly and ignorant because scientists have a much better understanding of how much they don't know than the average person, and are therefore more hesitant to give firm answers; whereas conspiracy theorists, who are often incredibly ignorant as to how much they just don't understand, will just trumpet their beliefs with absolute certainty, and thus feel more likely to be right.

Overall I'd say there's a big cloth mother/wire mother problem going on, where New Age conspirituality often provides comfort and validation where more critical viewpoints typically do not.

Sometimes, people's egos just get in the way, like the person who has an incredibly vivid experience where they perceive a divine being telling them they're the reincarnation of Jesus Christ, and doesn't want to hear that maybe their experience shouldn't be taken at face value, and maybe they shouldn't go and start a cult over it.

So yeah, I'd say it's a combination of factors, and I think overall it could be helped by everyone coming to terms with not needing to have an answer or a solution to things like this all the time. We don't need to always assume that we already have enough information to adequately explain things like this, and that it's better to not have an answer than to come up with a bad one. And I think it could also be helped by understanding that just because the current "rational" answer is wholly inadequate, doesn't mean that the conspiratorial or spiritual one is any better. And I think we all need to be more aware of people's need for validation and comfort, and do our best to be more compassionate and understanding in general.

[freyofthewoods]

Freja Hallows

Meet Freja Hallows!

Druid of the Circle of Dreams~

Info about my AU beneath the cut:

In my AU, the Soul Riders are missing, and the Druids are separated into Circles. Specifically three sets of three Circles. They're separated into three subsets. Common, uncommon and rare. A Druid is gifted their horse, their Soulsteed, when they join the Druids. On their 16th Birthday they go through a ritual to manifest their Familiar, which grants them their Circle. If a Druid joins later, the sooner they are given this Ritual the better. But, they have to have bonded to their Soulsteed before they can gain their Familiar! A Druid of the Circles can Soul Bond to multiple horses! But never to a Magical Horse. (A Druid of the Circles is also called a Witch~)

The Familiar determines what Circle they belong to, as the Familiar comes with it's Name. It's Name is what determines what Circle the Druid is a part of. The Circles are as follow:

Common:

Elemental

Storm

Song

Uncommon:

Ritual

Guardian

Divination

Rare:

Creation

Celestial

Dreams

With each one more rare than the last, culminating in Dreams being the rarest of them all.

An example of a Ritual Circle Familiar's name is "Sage" as Sage is often used to cleanse a ritual space. An example of a Guardian Circle Familiar's name is "Obsidian" as Obsidian is a protective stone.

Freja's Familiar's name is an example of a Dream Circles Familiar's name: Valerian. Valerian is an herb that is commonly used to help with sleep and dreams.

This leads me to Freja~

She is a Circle of Dreams Witch at the age of 21. She moved to Jorvik from Colorado at the age of 13, moving in with her 'Uncle' Martin, who later she would find out is actually her dad! Her mother is a wealthy CEO, and her "dad" wasn't really present in her life. Her mother came from Jorvik, and moved to Colorado to get away from the Magic that she had been a part of, but with the news that the Soul Riders hadn't been chosen, she knew that her bloodline would be needed as darkness would begin rising on Jorvik. And so she sent her only daughter to be trained in the family magic. Frey originally thought her last name was Halloway, but would find out was Hallows, as she uncovered that Martin was her true father and the letter jacket that her mom gifted her before sending her to Jorvik was his.

She bonded with Darkdancer, Dancer for short, on a ride through a blizzard when he finally spoke to her. This was near her 16th birthday, and the Druids thought that she would never bond with him, and would never be able to officially become a Druid.

At the age of 16 she summoned Valerian, Val or short, her Raven Familiar. He is a persnickety fellow, and very vocal. He bonded her to the Circle of Dreams. She is one of only two other Circle of Dreams Druids currently on Jorvik. She spends half her time in a sleepy state, daydreaming as she weaves her magic and sees into the dreamlands to see visions and the dreamworlds. The dreamlands are in parallel to Pandoria, and almost add a structure to the chaos that is Pandoria. But only minorly. She can influence the dreamlands, but only when she's sleeping. The Circle of Dreams is a dangerous Circle, but also a tough Circle to be a part of.

I have a lot more thoughts on this AU, but it's late and I like. Don't have them organized. If y'all have any questions please feel free to ask me!! I'd love to answer them!

[snootlestheangel]

A Guide to All Things Snootles

Primarily a COD blog but it's just straight brain rot. Lotta reblogs but also some very nifty homemade stuff. I am super friendly, I promise! Feel free to send any kind of ask/dm, I'd love the interaction :D

Here's my side blog dedicated to my OG work: @snootlessimperfectworld

Snootles-made ask game

Shadow Company OCs found under "Snootles's Shadow OCs" Initial Post and Ask Reblog; Ness Dump; Flash Dump; Truck Dump; Woody Dump: Here is Art of Ness and Here is a Comic ft. Ness I FUCKING LOVE THESE ARTISTS

The SoapGaz Bromance Series: 1st Post, 2nd, 3rd

Girl!Dad Price: OG Post; Incorrect Quotes (based on a work, see WIPs further down); Random Thing; Another Girl!Dad thing

Things for To Love, To Let Go: Post One, Some Things, Worldbuilding

Sleeptalking!Soap: The Reblog; The Ask

Gaz Has A Twin SIster: Proof, Further Evidence

Soap is Lightning, change my mind

Random YouTuber AU ft. GazAlex: AO3 Link, OG Post, Next Post, First Drabble;

My Posted WIPs:

Silence is Golden But Consequences are Red ;a SoapGhost fic; alternate universe; angst; slow-burn; features the SoapGaz bromance

Of Earthly Things ; SoapGhost fic, Cryptid!Ghost, Cryptid Hunters 141 AU; Cryptids, monsters, witches, demons: anything you heard fairytales of or anything warned about by the elders are very much real. Very real and very much a part of everyday life.The 141 is a small, private group composed of researchers and other cryptid enthusiasts that specialize in monitoring the inhuman populations around the UK. They offer their knowledge and resources to assist those dealing with issues regarding those that aren’t human. It isn’t uncommon for the 141 to help get rid of a goblin infestation, or relocate a fae circle to one of the designated areas. And life is pretty normal for the small team. At least, it is that way before the new hire. Something about him just doesn’t seem to be quite human…

Guardian of Mercy and Men : A Price x f!OC; Price encounters an old friend of his that he had fallen in love with all those years ago; some angst and fluff as they navigate their feelings for each other when she is assigned to the 141 as a combat medic.

To Love, To Let Go : Self-indulgent fic where, after an apocalyptic event in the US, Price meets a kid named Bailey Gray who has lost everything since The Incident. Together, with the help of Nik and the 141, they learn how to love new and let go of others.

Unending Devotion ; Dad!Price fic; he's a girl dad; NikPrice; Gaz is best big brother; daughter is animal hybrid; some angst, some fluff, and everything in between; about to feature a Graves hero arc

His Wounded Cry ; Wolfshifter!Ghost fic; SoapGhost; technically slow-burn?; Ghost gets a family again; just Ghost being loved like he deserves, okay? Here's the worldbuilding post

Dead City ; Left4Dead AU with Task Force 141 trying to survive the apocalypse. Has SoapGhost, some angst, some fluff, lots of cheesy jokes/references to Left4Dead, and Gaz being the unluckiest mf-er to ever exist

Break For Your Heart ; a GhostSoap Prison Break AU ft. Unhinged!Soap and Is Weird to Cope!Ghost; found under the tag "break for your heart" or "prison break au" or "it's unhinged!soap time"; ao3 link

Cheers to the Unknown ; Monster AU featuring Just A Dude!Ghost; random posts made here; most likely won't be full, coherent story, just ramblings all tagged under "cheers to the unknown" Here is the initial post that started this and here is the follow-up worldbuilding post

Random Short Works

It Means I Love You SoapGhost short; catshifter!Ghost

Artemis to His Apollo Gaz has a twin sister short fic

What Am I? SoapGhost angst short; comfort?

COD Boys Play A Board Game: exactly what it sounds like

Thistle A very painful short fic I did that has MCD but I used it as coping for losing a loved one

Screaming Into The Void A short SoapGhost angst fic set in an apocalyptic world

[eddysocs]

Magic Misfires — Hilda Spellman x OC

Summary: Desdemona goes and gets herself into trouble when practicing her magic, but Hilda is there to help dispel the magic and make her feel better.

Word Count: 891

Warnings: None

The morning sun filtered through the windows of the Spellman house, casting a warm glow over the kitchen. Hilda Spellman hummed to herself, content with the quiet of the morning. The peace didn’t last long, however. A loud crash echoed from the hallway, followed by a groan. Hilda’s startled expression softened as she recognized the source. Desdemona Scott, the young witch still grappling with the chaos that often accompanied beginner spellcasting.

Hilda found Desdemona sprawled out on the floor, tangled in what looked like a dozen floating silk scarves, all glowing faintly and twisting around her. The poor girl looked dazed, blinking up at Hilda with wide eyes.

"Goodness, Des," Hilda exclaimed, rushing over and gently untangling the magical ribbons of energy. "What have you gotten yourself into now?"

Desdemona grimaced as she managed to sit up. "I was trying a simple levitation spell. Just...you know...for practice. But it got out of hand. Literally." For emphasis, she wiggled her fingers, which were still glowing faintly with an odd shimmer. "Now, everything feels...off. Like there’s static in the air, and it’s stuck inside me."

Hilda’s usual warm smile dimmed with concern. “Oh dear, that doesn’t sound good at all. Let’s get you to the kitchen, and I’ll take a closer look.”

As they settled at the table, Hilda could see that Desdemona was more than just rattled. Her skin had taken on a strange hue —pale with a faint tinge of green— and her eyes were tinged with an unnatural glow. Hilda suspected that Desdemona had unwittingly crossed the streams of two spells, causing a magical backlash.

“Well, you’ve definitely got yourself in a bit of a pickle,” Hilda said kindly. “Looks like the magic’s gone haywire in you. It’s not uncommon for beginners, so don’t be too hard on yourself.”

Desdemona groaned, resting her head on her arms. “It’s like I’ve got the worst case of the flu, but with a side of magical static. Everything feels heavy and weird, and I can barely think straight.”

Hilda patted her back sympathetically. “Don’t worry, love. We’ll get this sorted out. I’ve seen all sorts of magical mishaps in my time. Now, let me brew up something to ease those symptoms while I figure out what’s gone wrong.”

As Hilda set to work gathering ingredients, she spoke gently, hoping to soothe the restless novice witch in her care. “You know, Des, it’s all part of learning. Magic’s tricky business. It has a way of turning on you if you’re not careful, but it also teaches you to respect its power. You’re learning and growing. This is just a bump in the road.”

Desdemona smiled weakly. “You make it sound like I’m just having a bad day.”

“Well, in a way you are. A magic induced bad day, but a bad day all the same.” Hilda winked as she stirred a concoction of herbs and powders into a bubbling pot. The scent of rosemary, lavender, and something earthy filled the air.

After a few moments, Hilda handed Desdemona a steaming cup. “Drink this. It should stabilize the magic in you long enough for me to do some proper diagnostics.”

Desdemona sipped carefully, wrinkling her nose at the taste, but after a few moments, the buzzing sensation began to lessen. She relaxed a bit, grateful for the brief reprieve.

Hilda took her hand, closing her eyes as she muttered a quick spell under her breath. Her brows furrowed in concentration as she felt the tangled threads of magic inside Desdemona. “Ah, there it is. You’ve accidentally created a loop in your spell. Magic’s circling back on itself inside you. No wonder you’re feeling all out of sorts.”

“So...how do we fix it?” Desdemona asked nervously.

“It’s just going to take a bit of untangling. I’ll need to create a counter spell to unwind the loop and redirect the excess energy safely. You’ll be fine, but it might be a little uncomfortable. Are you ready?”

Desdemona nodded, bracing herself. Hilda’s voice took on a melodic cadence as she chanted softly. The room shimmered with the backed up magical energy that coursed inside her as it made its way out, and Desdemona felt a tugging sensation deep within her, letting her know that whatever Hilda was doing, it was working. She gripped the edge of the table, holding on as Hilda worked her magic.

With a final flick of her wrist, Hilda finished the spell, and the tension inside Desdemona snapped free. She slumped back in her chair, feeling suddenly light and clear headed. The odd shimmer faded from her skin, and the strange greenish hue vanished as well.

Hilda smiled warmly, patting Desdemona’s hand. “There we are! Right as rain. You’ll need to take it easy for a day or two. No spellcasting while your magic rebalances itself. And remember, practice makes perfect, but don’t rush yourself. You’re doing just fine.”

Desdemona exhaled in relief, smiling gratefully. “Thank you, Hilda. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Oh, nonsense, love. You’re doing splendidly. Just keep at it. And if you ever get into a bit of magical trouble again, you know where to find me.” Hilda winked, and with that, she bustled back to her brewing, leaving Desdemona with a newfound sense of confidence and a comforting warmth in her chest.

For @sicktember

Forever Tag: @baubeautyandthegeek, @kmc1989, @curious-kittens-ocs, @fanficanatic-tw, @gcthvile, @kenjioharashotspot, @immyowndefender

Desdemona Scott: @gay-and-sad-tm, @freshmoneyalmondathlete

[charmixpower]

Here's some magic terms for my thingy!

Fairy:

Circle - Group of Faries that work together

• This is named after the fact that Fairy magic works best in even numbers

(cuz Fairy magic is based on emotions working with people you like makes convergence easier, convergence will fail if you dislike the people your working with, circles are EXTREMELY common. They used to be a big deal but now it's more of a way to denote a fairy friend group that does magic together)

Invocix - Fairy first form

• Named after how this form usually just happens after a fairy feels a strong emotion

Charmix - Fairy second form

• This is named after the fact that a recurring motif or symbol for a fairy usually appears in this form

Enchantix - Final natural Fairy form

• Fairy dust appears in this form and is a collection of pure magic, the easiest way to enchant something

Major Fairy - Connection to magi made core

• A Fairy can create an open magical source that all the local magical creatures to add into and feed off of, with the creator at the top

(The Fairy creates a large ball of magic and let's other magical creatures take from it and feed into it until it's stable. It's basically a weaker guardian Fairy but the core and everyone who feeds into it are more personal, reactive, and connected)

Guardian Fairy - Connection to all of one type of magic

• A fairy can draw extra magical power from the core but the relationship is cyclical, as if the core is harmed it will drain the fairies power

Harmonix - Connection to all of magic

• Musa named this form after how it allows the user to interact with any form of magic despite what kind it is

Nymphix - Control of all of magic

• Magi who got the elemental forms where called Nymph's once upon a time, when this form was discovered it was named after this

Witch:

Coven - Group of Witches that work together

• Word comes from how Witches often treat their groups more business-y than fairy circles

(cuz Witch magic isn't based on emotions they are less likely to form groups that they work permanently with like Faries do, so covens are pretty uncommon. Tho some witches like the Trix like to stick to the old ways of picking like 2 other people you trust and only working with them. That or some people just like working with their friend group)

Glamourix - Witch first form

• From the word Grammar, based on how Witches study to reach their forms (that's actually where the word comes from isn't that neat?)

Emblemix - Witch second form

• This is when Witches have enough control over their forms to create a magical emblem that their magic relateds to themselves

Conjorix - Final natural Witch Form

• This is also named after how witches intentionally make their magic form

Major Witch - Connection to magi made core

• A Witch can create an open magical source that all the local magical creatures to add into and feed off of, with the creator at the top

(The Witch pulls a small bit of magic from all magical creatures, creating a magic hub for them to pull from when they need more magic. It's basically a weaker guardian Witch but the core and everyone who feeds into it are more personal, reactive, and connected)

Guardian Witch - Connection to all of one type of magic

• A witch can connect more deeply with magical power from the core but the relationship is cyclical, as if the core is harmed it will drain the Witches power

Concordix - Connection to all of magic

• Musa named this form after how it allows the user to interact with any form of magic despite what kind it is (Tecna helped)

Nymphix - Control of all of magic

• Magi who got the elemental forms where called Nymph's once upon a time, when this combined form was discovered it was named after this

Wizard:

• There is no name for like a group of Wizards that work together because thankfully such a thing has never happened! *Chough Chough* I wonder why the planet Earth has basically no magic on the surface and has never made intergalactic contact with us? It's probably nothing

If there WAS a name it would be very dramatic

• Wizard magic is inherently unnatural (being made from a fairy and a witch core being smashed together, and getting your magic core removed kills you. To make a wizard at least one person gonna die) and follows its own steps of power, leading to the naming system being completely different

Magus - Wizard first form

Mage - Wizards second form

Archimage - Wizard final "natural" form

• All are named after Magi, the broadest term for magic user

Warlock - Connection to all of one type of magic

• Breaker of Oaths, not trusted to protect anything

Devil - Control of all magic

• Wizards due to their nature of being formed form a Fairy or Witch that stole a core of the other type cannot have a balanced form, their magic naturally takes (This has never happened before but people are, rightfully, terrified of it)

Elemental forms -

Dryadix - The elemental form of Earth. Named after the witch Dryad. A boon of the Earth Dragon, gifted to magi by the Rustics

Naiadix - The elemental form of Water. Named after the Witch Naiad. A boon of the Water Dragon, gifted to magi by the Selkies

Auraix - The elemental form of Air. Named after the witch Aura. A boon of the Air Dragon, gifted to the magi by the Sylphs

Avernaix - The elemental form of Fire. Named after the Fairy Averna. A boon of the Fire Dragon, gifted to the magi by the Loji

Hesperix - The elemental form of Aether. Named after the Fairy Hesper. A boon of the Aether Dragon, gifted to the magi by Pixies

(the stupid little bonding creatures have a purpose now! Yaya!)

[pagesandpothos]

Anticipated Releases: February 2025

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Enemy of My Dreams by Jenny Williamson | Historical

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February 11:

Emily Wilde's Compendium of Lost Tales by Heather Fawcett | Fantasy

Les Normaux by Janine Janssen | Graphic Novel 🏳️‍🌈

But Not Too Bold by Hache Pueyo | Novella 🏳️‍🌈

The Dollhouse Academy by Margarita Montimore | Mystery

The Sirens by Emilia Hart | Historical Fiction

February 18:

A Curse for the Homesick by Laura Brooke Robson | Fantasy

Upon a Starlit Tide by Kell Woods | Fantasy

Cursebound by Saara El-Arifi | Romantasy 🏳️‍🌈

February 25:

Greenteeth by Molly O'Neill | Cozy Fantasy

The Prince's Heart by Ben Chalfin | Romantasy 🏳️‍🌈

Famous Last Words by Gillian McAllister | Thriller

A Circle of Uncommon Witches by Paige Crutcher | Romantasy

Something in the Walls by Daisy Pearce | Thriller

Swordheart by T. Kingfisher | Rerelease, Romantasy

The Amber Owl by Juliet Marillier | Fantasy

[ggren-mainz]

Umineko - question arcs playthrough -> ep 2 - 7

last part - All parts and episodes - next part

Big break huh. Expect this again lol. My objective is to finish umineko in one year - that's how long it took me to finish Higurashi but i might not succeed. Still, a year and a half should be enough

a will????!! And who will be in it, Beatrice??

:( ....oughhhh Jessicaaaaa.......Kaaanoooooonnnn.....

I love how both of George's and Battler's parents just died and they're just daijoubuing each other. This is not a daijoubu moment.

oh does this mean... we're cherishing mommy's dearest wish too...?

ok i already decided the magic circles are just for show, an intimidation tactic to scare/send a message. So now I have to figure out, who does them? Is that the actual reason behind them?

now idc about the whole blasphemy part, but i didn't think about it, but could Maria's name have any linkage to Mary? Their names in general, could they not be random, and instead refer to certain people? Well i doubt it matters this much, maybe just for some parallels, but still. Never thought about it.

Foolish monolingual gets totally roasted by gorgeous multilingual queen

Ok but why is everyone talking as if Beatrice didn't just stroll in the house like one day ago???

Heeeeeelllll yeaaaaaa! He said the word guys!! He said it!!

Most pitiful excuse i have ever heard that i unfortunately have to agree with because i also can't tell how they could've done it :C

I have...thought about this too.... and i wouldn't say its the craziest statement. If the church could be closed from the inside without a key it wouldn't be impossible at all, it would become actually too easy so I'll say probably no. A second key? Wouldn't be improbable but again, too easy. The culprit could've escaped through one of the multiple windows, used a lockpick to open and close to door (they can do that, right??) and or hidden under the table, not like anyone would've checked.

Oh yeah wait it's really not uncommon for old chappels to have hidden trapdoor, and underground tunnels now is it? And if the table was put right on it....

oh yeah i didn't even doubt they entered through the door, we had that moment where they were shown the witch's powers, and they seemed pretty willing to be there. So they def entered normally, or the proof the witch showed them was making them pass through the door lol. But i suspect it's something different. something...more important.

(also is this where hey introduce the red truths :D???)

not written the same, i do not believe this one.

LETSGOOOOO WOHOOOOO

YESSSSSSSSSS

Now it's gonna get good, can't wait to try to find loopholes and make mental gymnastics around these!!!

Ok so now the first part is also in red, which means my first theory that they all went in there alive and willingly could be wrong. Will reconsider.

Proof? It came to me in a dream. It was a sign from god.

so true queen, keep them guessing.

me when the witch says something but it's not in red *smug smirk * (her reasons were complicated and she has not carried out any crime)

Battler keep up, i already discarded this idea 7 screenshots ago, me personallu, i would not embarrass myself like this in front of such a gorgeous woman.

interesting, very well. First i'd like to mention how the magic part is not red, so i'd actually say magic couldn't open the door either. hah such a rookie mistake Beatrice, but Battler won't catch on huh. Anyways, my current theory is this. The door wasn't locked when they entered. The door was locked after all fo the 6 people were already inside. We know for a fact that door was opened at one point since Rosa left. So either the witch was courteous enough to open the door for her, or it was open. I believe it was closed later. But yet...this doesn't really explain her outburst. Tho we have to keep in mind that her seeing the witch open the door with magic would make her outburst unexplainable as well. So we'll have to put a pin on that one. For now this is my theory, no more red truths pls.

again Beatrice, you're just kicking down your own defense. geez.

Idiot. (everyone knows who we're refering to)

Ok i take it back he's mildly competent. Yes that way, I haven't thought that perhaps the key wasn't with Maria, but you're right. We've already established that the narrators are unreliable, and who could be more unreliable than Rosa? she just bleeds insecurity, repression and self-delusion. Almost as much as her daughter.

top 10 most loophole-filled statements ever.

feels pretty incomplete to me. Can't pinpoint exactly where, but something is missing somewhere.

yeeeppp this was it. Letsgooo Battler!!!!

Well seems like he was right, good job battler, nice to see you can be competent when you try. All the people who I have made see the play might've hated you for being annoying and dumb, but I always trusted you.

Next part

[kintsug1kitsune]

battle in the low market

The lower-city market was dark even given the world's eternal night.

Concrete pavement meshed with cobblestone and brick, messy walkways twisting through the depths of the city, which towered all overhead, bridges and highways and towers and skyscrapers, all netted together in a neon-lit, hologram-strewn tangle.

Down here, only simple streetlights lit-up the darkness, but still many crowded about, all walks of life come to this gray place to find uncommon and illicit wares. Neverborn beside dolls beside hollows, reapers and Daughters and wildborn, those with wolf heads and animal parts.

I came to this bazaar for a particular type of ether, distilled shatter, a liquid emanation useful in my Mistress's more destructive spells. I hardly dressed-up, a lacy combat thread crop-top and shorts, dangling with knives and sewn with intricate lunar designs. My six arms were free to fiddle with each other as I perused various stalls, searching for my quarry--

And finding a different objective altogether.

My tail whipped the air twice, long and porcelain-plated and sharp-edged, and my five eyes locked with another combat doll's set of two. My rubies to its sapphires. But that was negligible--what actually stood-out was the musical notes printed across its cheek, the symbol of the Witch of Winds. The two of us recognized each other, me from its mark and it from the etchings and paint of cherry blossoms and flowers across my right side and arm.

We chattered in combat-dollspeak, a sharp and cutting dialect that nonetheless rhymed and twisted and chittered beautifully in our language.

"Target found," I said, stalking towards the other.

"Received. Target found," it said, lumbering towards me. It was taller than me, 215 centimeters to my 190, and built thick, strong, tree-like arms and legs made of fine ceramith, ablative porcelain like me. Mine alabaster-white, its own a bluish color, covered by a long white combat dress.

I looked up to it, about a half-meter away, and we eyed each other, taking one another's measure. "Identify," I asked.

"This one is the Wallbreaker," it responded; a title, something storied combat dolls kept among themselves, earned from high deeds. "Identify."

"This one is the Ashveil," I answered. "Confirm threat."

"Confirmed."

We began circling one another, my tail caressing the air, its built-in organ pipes whistling as it flexed its heavy fingers. The market crowd began clearing out a circle for us, everyone looking in on the combat dolls squaring-up, muttering amongst each other, taking bets; it was a gritty enough part of town that no shops closed-up, but instead their keepers watched on.

"That one's Witch is enemy to this one's," I hissed to my opponent, raising my hands into a lax combat stance, top two arms on defense, lower sets open with their voidkrystal claws extended, glowing magenta softly. "This one will prove Her superiority."

"Received," Wallbreaker answered, and smirked, jaw splitting along its cheeks to show a gaping maw of ritesteel fangs. "That one will fail."

In a split second it dashed at me, throwing its arm at my face, a column of battle-ready ceramith--I batted it aside and followed-up, punching at its chest with all three of my right-side hands.

In a core-tick it rose its leg and clenched its other arm down, forming a wall that my fists bounced off of, porcelain clattering against porcelain--then Wallbreaker swung around its ramming arm to try to catch me from behind, reaching around my back.

My eyes caught it, and I felt all my gears click perfectly into place, pistons sliding within me as I ducked the blow--then my enemy's knee came to strike my face; I crossed all of my arms and blocked the hit, sliding back across the pavement but keeping firm.

But Wallbreaker pressed, charging at me again to ram me with its whole body--I leaped to the side, dancing around it, and we ended up a few meters apart, staring each other down again.

"Form 01," I commented, "Classic style." And without warning, I jumped--my legs hissed through the air and battered Wallbreaker with a flurry of flying kicks, all blocked; I fell to the ground, pivoted, and jumped straight up with my leg extended, slipping under its guard and smashing it in the chin, sending the other combat doll reeling back.

In the same motion, I spread my wings and took to the sky, sharp and silvery feathers around spell circles--without stopping, I drove an assault into the enemy with my legs, whirling through the air and kicking, slashing at it with my sharp high-heels.

As I rebounded off it, Wallbreaker stared up at me and hissed. "Killing Rapture? That one has trained with angels."

"Received. False," I hissed back, "It has killed enough angels to learn the style."

No more talk--the other doll crouched and flung itself up, boosters in its feet propelling it into the air to try and piledrive me out of it; I easily flitted back and dodged, but as Wallbreaker fell, it wheeled around and out of its wrist shot a bundle of taut metal cables--they wrapped my legs and yanked, hard.

The wind whistled in my horns as I crashed to the ground, leaving a web of cracks in the pavement and none in me. Across, Wallbreaker landed, hitting the stone with a thud--I was still tangled. Thinking fast, I channeled witchfire from my core and melted out of the cables, instantly springing to my feet.

Just in time--my opponent was howling, jaw split and gaping wide to devour me as it charged; it tried to hammer down on my head, I weaved aside, and it grabbed my top-right arm.

I grabbed its own right arm with my top-left and let loose the claws on my two lower-right sets--and drove them into Wallbreaker's side, tearing apart blued ceramith with voidkrystal sharper than diamond.

It shrieked briefly and rose its leg--stomped it down, trying to break my foot. I slid out of the way, still holding its right wrist, and went to dig my lower-left sets of claws into its other side.

But Wallbreaker had none of it and suddenly slammed its head into mine, getting a wild scream from the crowd watching--I was undeterred. My jaw split, three-way, and I bit at my enemy--it bit back, a gnashing of metal fangs as our heads wove around each other, bodies tangled together, grappling close.

Abruptly, I whipped my head and slammed my horns into Wallbreaker's head, sending it reeling--this was my chance! I threw myself forwards, gears shrieking, and shoved all six of my fists into its frame--chained the move into a roundhouse-kick, and spun, slashing across it with my tail, throwing it to the ground and leaving a massive gash across its porcelain.

I looked down at my defeated foe. "Breaking Demon Hand," I explained. "This one learned it from neverborn pirates."

Wallbreaker lay on stony ground, organ pipes hissing weakly. "…This one learned it from its siblings. This one yields to retreat. Disengaging."

"Disengaging," I answered, giving a chitter. "Good fight."

The crowd rattled amongst itself, bets cashed-in, as I walked off into it, folding my wings back into my body. Now, where could I find some shatter…?

[anxiuscoffin]

Frolicking and Fornication

This is a fanfic for my friend, it’s with his oc and a fem y/n

Klams x fem!witch!y/n (smut)

WARNINGS: 18 + MDNI! PnV sex, cream pie, hair pulling, biting, claws, against a tree, kissing/makeout, fingering, a bit of praise and degradation, dirty talk. Demon x mortal

Not proofread!

(Very badly written because I wrote it but hey, it’s something. )

Y/n was a witch that lived in the depts of the woods. She had a small cozy little cottage with a garden to grow her herbs, spending the days making potions, brews and spells for the folk in the near buy village.

One day she had to venture in to the forest to grab some more uncommon ingredients for a spell she was making for the blacksmith. She had been searching for hours at this point and was ready to go home and give up for the day, but as she was ready to leave she heard the snap of a twig and saw something in the corner of her eye.

“I already heard you there is no use hiding. Show yourself” she says, her voice firm and eyes scanning the area. She got her wand ready in case of danger and that’s when he stepped in to the light of the setting sun from behind the trees

He was tall, long dark ruffled hair with large protruding horns from his head, amber coloured shining eyes and a lean strong physique. She had never seen a creature like him before. Her curiosity peaked as she studied him from head to toe

”See something you like little mortal?” He said, his voice deep and rumbling. She huffed at his comment as she crossed her arms over your chest. “What are you and why are you here?” She asked, and he laughed at her fearlessness. “I am demon and my name is Klamstrakur, i visit this mortal realm once in a blue moon to get some delight from the souls that reside here” He says amused as he stares at the girl in front of him with curiosity.

She walks closer to him circling him as she studies him clearly fascinated. She had never seen a demon in the flesh before, she only ever read about them in the scrolls of dark magic. “I’ve never met a demon before, my name is Y/N I’m a witch, I live here in the forest” she looked up in to his emerald coloured eyes as she studied his face “Ah, a witch, how fascinating. Well, it’s quite the pleasure to meet you, Y/N. Tell me, how does a captivating witch such as yourself end up residing in a forest?” He asks seeming to be as curious of her as she is of him “I like the forest it feels like home, I’ve always felt connected to nature so it’s only natural that I would want to be within it” she says in a matter of fact as she gently touches one of his horns curiously “Well, your affinity for nature is something to be admired, Y/N. The forest is indeed a beautiful place, one full of life and mystery. But I must ask, does it not get lonely living out here all by yourself?” He says, a small smirk in his lips as he steps closer to her, twirling a lock of her hair.

She blushed, not expecting him to be so bold, but he wasn’t wrong. It could be rather lonely at times. She nods slowly, holding eye contact. He chuckles, his voice smooth like velvet, “ I thought as much. Poor thing how long has it been since you felt the touch of another?” He says as he gently pulls her closer to him by the waist, and the other stroking her hair. She had no idea why she would let this strange creature near her let alone touch her but for some reason it just felt..right.

Klàms smirk grew wider as he leaned in, their lips almost touching as she felt his breath on her, she made the final move as she leaned forward and captured his lips in a gentle kiss. He let out a deep hum of approval as he deepened the kiss, pinning her against the tree he was hiding behind before.

She hadn’t felt this in so long she had almost forgotten how good it could be, she couldn’t care less that he was a hellish creature she wanted him and she wanted him now. She wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him closer as he lifted one of her legs, wrapping it around his waist.

They pulled away for air and then he attacked her neck, sharp teeth gracing her skin as a shiver ran down her spine. She whined softly as she clung to him, needy and wanting as she tangled her fingers in his long black curls. Her breath coming out in short pants “please..” she whined, a deep chuckle rumbling from his chest as he pulled back to look at her “Use your words little one, I might be a demon but I don’t read minds” she huffs in annoyance as she gives him a slight glare “please just touch me..I need it..” her voice trembles with desperation, her eyes filled with need as she clung to him.

He kissed her again, this time with more passion as he hiked up her dress around her waist, gently rubbing two of his callused fingers along her panties. “My…already so wet and I have barely touched you. Such a needy little witch I’ve found myself” he said as he trailed his lip down her neck, she was moving her hips against his fingers, trying to get some sort of friction as her blown out pupils met his. A deep growl came from within his chest as he slid her panties to the side and slid one of his fingers in to her.

A soft moan left her lips as she held on to his shoulders for support. “More..” she whispers in to his ear and he chuckled, sliding in another finger as he curled them up in to her spot. Her eyes practically rolled back in to her skull at the pressure as she moaned louder, grinding down on to his fingers “such a pretty girl..and to think you would be this desperate. It must have been ages since you felt something quite this good hasn’t it?”

She whines as she kisses down his collar bone, her soft lips tickling his skin and he hums in amusement as he speaks “Greedy little thing, hm? Still not satisfied even as I’m knuckles deep in to your dripping cunt?” He tangles his fingers in her hair and pulls her head back gently to meet his gaze, his other hand unbuckling his belt and freeing his hard cock, long and girthy with a prominent vein along it, pre-cum already dripping.

He lined up his tip with her wet entrance as she squirmed slightly. He moved his hips forward sinking in to her warmth as his clawed hand dug in to her thigh, her body still pressed up against the tree as she threw her head back, a loud moan ripping it way out her throat.

He was so big, stretching her out and filling her to the brim. “F-fuck, Klams..!” She exclaimed in a breathy moan as he began to thrust in to her, her leg pulling him closer in my the waist as she wraps her arms around his shoulder. He gently bit down on her shoulder, his sharp teeth threatening to puncture her delicate skin

He growled as he pulled out and flipped her around, pressing her front to the tree as he spread her legs, plunging back in to her, he tangled his claws in to her hair as he pulled it, ravaging her as he leaned down to whisper in to her ear ”Y/N..fuck you are taking me so well..filthy whore, practically creaming all over my cock already” he moans as he keeps thrusting in to her, a hand on her waist as the other keeps pulling her hair.

She was a mess, her face contorting in pleasure as she moans and whimper his name out like a prayer, she was getting closer to her climax as she started moving her hips back against him. He smirked as he felt her grind in to him in time with his thrusts as he started pounding in to her harder. The hand on her waist reaching down to rub at her clit while the other moved to play with her sensitive nipples.

She clenched around him at the sudden change of pace, a yelp followed by a loud moan made its way from her lips as she dug her nails in to the bark of the tree. “Cum for me slut..cum on my cock like the filthy harlot you are” he growled in her ear and that was her undoing

She came harshly, squirting as her juices dripped down his balls and covered his lower abdomen, her slick running down her thighs as he kept thrusting in to her, his pace quickening as he was also at his limit. Tears of pleasure rand down her face as she moans, the overstimulation was getting to her. It was to much and she could feel the coil inside of her starting to unwind again

With a final thrust he pulled her back up against his chest by the hair, pressing her close to him as he plunged in to her as deep as he could. He came deep inside of her right as she reached her second peak and came with him.

She was flushed, breathing heavily as she leaned back against him. He was also panting, holding her steady. After a while he pulled out of her with a grunt, a small whimper leaving her lips at the feeling as she leaned forward to hold on to the tree again. Klams stepped back and admired their mixed cum running down her leg, her tired eyes looking back at him over her shoulder.

They both got dressed again as she looked at him with a satisfied smile, he felt non the different from before if not just a little less pent up

“Will I ever see you again?” She finally says after a long silence. She wanted to know more about demons and definitely wanted to experience him more after the way he handled her

He smirked down at Y/N, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Only time can tell, but something tells me we will meet again very soon, little witch” he said as he slowly started making his way in to the shadows of the trees again

She stood there a bit stunned after the whole ordeal but she was exited at the possibility of seeing him again…

To be continued ..?

(Idk what tags to use man)

[oddinarinote]

exposing my irresponsible spending by sharing a template to my manga collection notion page !!

i haven’t logged in here for a while so i just saw that  @finalgirlkobeni asked for this template days ago, my apologies lmao.

you can find the template here: https://arimoma.notion.site/Manga-Collection-Template-f8e9ceb9859d4930a2934bdd595abe2e 

simply click ‘duplicate’ to add to your notion workspace. the layout goes as follows:

one page per series / standalone volume, inside the page a checklist with the released volumes, check the ones you own to keep track of which you need to buy next !

tag property, including: “finished/publishing” aka if the series is done being published and all volumes are available to purchase or not / “completed/ongoing” for if you own all the volumes or not / “high prio/paused” i use this for the ones i want to buy as soon as i can versus the ones i have no hurry to get / “standalone” self explanatory / “special ed” for series i’m buying in uncommon formats (ex. kanzenbans) or that include stuff with new releases making them more expensive (ex. witch hat atelier always includes some merch in my country)

‘owned’ property, to display the cool circle thingy of the percentage u own

‘price’ property, i use this to sort by how much each series’ volumes cost and manage my budget better

the thumbnail of each page is the image on said page’s cover, helps find the series quickly

everyone feel free to duplicate, edit and share the template !! no need to link back to me so don’t stress if u delete my credits at the bottom lol. (however if u try to profit off this i will hunt u down xoxo) also if u improve the format and add cool equations and stuff tell me i’d love to see !! yipeee

[mermaidsirennikita]

The State of the ARCs: What I Gotta Read

And what I'm so excited to read, of course, but you know. Sometimes you have to keep yourself honest, even when you're excited!

Pub Date: 1/21/25

The Legend of Menaka by Kritika H. Rhao. Fantasy romance. Harper Voyager (Avon Harper Voyager). Currently reading, and it's quite good so far!

Earl Crush by Alexandra Vasti. Historical romance. St. Martin's Griffin (St. Martin's Press).

Boudicca by P.C. Cast. Fantasy (romance?). William Morrow.

Those Fatal Flowers by Shannon Ives. Historical fantasy romance. Dell (Random House Publishing Group - Ballantine).

Pub Date: 2/4/25.

A Tropical Rebel Gets the Duke by Adriana Herrera. Historical romance. Canary Street Press (Harlequin Trade Publishing).

Kingdom of Claw by Demi Winters. Fantasy romance. Delacorte Press (Random House Publishing Group - Ballantine).

Pub Date: 2/18/25.

Wooing the Witch Queen by Stephanie Burgis. Fantasy romance. Bramble (Tor Publishing Group).

Hungerstone by Kat Dunn. Historical paranormal romance. Zando.

A Cure for the Homesick by Laura Brooke Robson. Historical fantasy romance? MIRA (Harlequin Trade Publishing).

Pub Date: 2/25/25.

The Prince's Heart by Ben Chalfin. Fantasy romance. Rising Action (Rising Action Publishing).

A Circle of Uncommon Witches by Paige Crutcher. Paranormal romance. St. Martin's Griffin (St. Martin's Press).

Pub Date: 3/4/2025.

A Harvest of Hearts by Andrea Eames. Fantasy romance. Erewhon Books (Kensington Publishing).

Pub Date: 3/11/25.

A Gentleman's Gentleman by TJ Alexander. Historical romance. Vintage (Knopf, Pantheon, Vintage, and Anchor).

Pub Date: 3/25/25.

Exquisite Ruin by AdriAnne May. Fantasy romance. Gallery Books.

Pub Date: 4/1/25.

Crash Landing by Annie McQuaid. Contemporary romance. Avon (Avon and Harper Voyager).

Pub Date: 4/8/25.

The Gods Time Forgot by Kelsie Sheridan Gonzalez. Fantasy romance. Alcove Press.

Pub Date: 4/29/25.

My Best Friend's Honeymoon by Meryl Wilsner. Contemporary romance. St. Martin's Griffin (St. Martin's Press).

When the Tides Held the Moon by Venessa Vida Kelley. Historical fantasy romance. Erewhon Books (Kensington Publishing).

Pub Date: 5/6/25.

Silver Elite by Dani Francis. Dystopian romance. Del Rey (Random House Worlds).

Pub Date: 5/27/25.

A Fate Forged in Fire by Hazel McBride. Fantasy romance. Delacorte Press (Random House Publishing Group - Ballantine).

Pub Date: 6/10/25.

If I Told You, I'd Have to Kiss You by Mae Marvel. Contemporary romance. St. Martin's Griffin (St. Martin's Press).

Pub Date: 6/24/25.

Cruel Summer by Maisey Yates. Contemporary romance(?). Canary Street Press (Harlequin Trade Publishing).

Pub Date: 7/1/25.

This Much is True by Vivienne Lorret. Historical romance. Avon (Avon Harper Voyager).

Of these, as far as I'm AWARE, 7 are queer romances, whereas the rest are m/f.

[adndmonsteraday]

Gemstone golems, also called gem golems, were beautiful but deadly automatons created from various precious gems. The three most common forms of gemstone golem included those made from rubies, emeralds, and diamonds.

“We have discovered that Zulkir Thrul's gemstone golems do indeed exist, and they are highly resistant to the magic of Rashemen. Even if we manage to defeat the Thayans, it may be at such a terrible cost that we will be helpless against their next attack.” — Nythra of the Seven Rivers, a witch of Rashemen

Owing to having the appearance of being carved from glittering precious stone, the average gemstone golem had a decidedly more delicate and agile look than the average golem. This was deceiving, however, as a gemstone golem could easily weight up to 3,000 pounds (1,400 kilograms).

Each type of gemstone golem was said to embody the power of that specific stone's gem magic, a lost and imprecise form of the Art:

Ruby golems were said to embody healing and the powers of earth

Emerald golems were said to embody teleportation magic and were able to open gates

Diamond golems were said to embody perfection

However, just as gemstones may be flawed, so too were gemstone golems, and these flaws led them to diverge from the intentions of their creators and the powers which they were intended to embody.

By the 14th century DR, gemstone golems were controlled almost exclusively by the Red Wizards of Thay, although many had since gone somewhat rogue, wandering the lands to fulfill partial or garbled versions of ancient commands. And it was not uncommon to find them in Mulhorand's Land of the Dead, acting as guardians of the various pharaohs' tombs.

Creation of a gemstone golem did not require that the entire body be carved out of a certain precious stone, as was a widely believed myth. Instead, the golem could be cobbled together from many semi-precious stones, however the golem's "heart" did need to be a large and valuable specimen of ruby, emerald, or diamond. This heart became the magical locus of the golem's construction, and could cause the other component materials to meld into a facsimile of the same gemstone. If the creation process failed, the heart would be lost but other materials could be reclaimed to try again.

A gemstone golem would collapse into a pile of rough cut precious gems and powder when slain. The gems were quite valuable and the powder could be used by wizards for spell components.

The first recorded creation of a gemstone golem was by the god-kings of Mulhorand. The secrets to their construction was lost for centuries, until in the Year of the Banner, 1368 DR, when the Red Wizard Zulkir Aznar Thrul discovered the ancient Mulhorand manuals that detailed the process of their creation. He went about unleashing them upon the Rashemaar, against whom they proved highly effective as they were largely resistant to the Wychlaran's spells as well as Rashemen's natural magics.

Thrul also experimented with creating golems from gemstones other than diamonds, emeralds, or rubies but the results were always mixed. The original means of crafting gemstone golems was only half-remembered, and there was reason to believe that Thruls modern methods were based on a misunderstanding of the original Mulhorandi texts. A number of Thrul's notes and texts were kept in the library of the Chambers of Twin Burnings.

After a few successful raids which left no survivors among the Rashemaar, Thrul prepared for a major assault. He prepared to amass a force of 100 gemstone golems by Nightal 15 for use by his allies, the Zulkirs Lauzoril and Nevron, to lead against them, with the ultimate goal being to win prestige in their ongoing efforts to undermine Szass Tam. However, the Simbul intercepted a document which detailed both the plan as well as the gemstone golems' weakness, namely that they required a circle of a dozen wizards to maintain control over them. She entrusted this information to a group of adventurers, who rushed to aid the Rashemaar The gemstone golems clashed with the Rashemaar in the Battle of the Gorge at the Gorge of Gauros. As the golems crashed through enemy lines, their command circle, led by Zulkir Nevron himself, was broken (although it was unclear whether this was because of efforts by the adventurers or thanks to Tam loyalists within the circle), and the entire gemstone golem army was freed of their control.

Soon after, Thrul found that we was not able to control his remaining army of gemstone golems either, and they too broke away, scattering across Faerûn via the gating abilities of the emerald golems. By the Year of Wild Magic, 1372 DR, they wandered the land as semi-independent constructs, many still following faint echoes of their last commands.

Source: https://forgottenrealms.fandom.com/wiki/Gemstone_golem