#Lark chari

[pythosblathers]

There she goes, doing that “dead wife in a flashback” face again

Lark scribbles from the weekend. My favorite procreate brush doesn’t work in PS, but I think I FINALLY found one that does what I want.

[pythosart]

POV you've been farming albinaurics for runes for half an hour and she just wants to talk

something experimental with Elden Ring Lark

[pythosblathers]

YESSss You drew them both so nice

elden ring oc brainrot doodle pages for my homies @pythosart and @lulzyrobot

i enjoy these two :]

[libidomechanica]

Untitled Poem # 11294

A curtal sonnet sequence

               1

Straight can again. She nor shadows dappled o’er the in Glenturit glen. A little times iourney home? Who does keep? So, one day the Lark, to hurt he cause and Sense and by the sky, and she still alarm, this, her gentle. And blythe by the bounty wrongs, nor when weeping eyes: in her; if of her Eyes upon his wrong, and I had little feet many an open sky. That spite of the wolverine’s paths, embossed oaks; counting hand Look you!

               2

Laid by her seen, now, full amount at sighs. The petty done the tedious food; reproved, now I find it and string, turn’d as, buried there, enamoured it round with so much, you find his woe. Scott, Roger, too, of Cincinnatus, with Dust. Why, soul at all. You might, yea, the little man, woman who could not in the third, the swooned, nor your father’s hands and silken travelled from that drop of alter work had written into some life!

               3

What kind rears thoughts of verse pass, and doing hugging a deadly badge of summer shining, and purplish, vermillion for a beard; when nothing sips such praise from a beaten she so forget which there your wheels; solemn night, will seized her hard time, wherein it is, that least, and stop with a long-drawn sight, since I was as vague as the woman seated spectre-thing but—Wine. I cannot see: somethinks thee down he cannot tell Thee and Absál?

               4

As many an open parlour with lighten thou bear’st thou art, and be the float or sinfully he whole courtier’s curse openly lov’d—and music till it which it sighs, and her sex, the best to pluck’d from the marble stained a rustling nowhere. Nearer to know’st their own children changed top, and woman’s Buff the pleased, she can conceptions of trials, Mary’s queen did appeared them one, till, and for peace in the chronicled these loves as well.

               5

I long already to move from the hurt exclaim Now, scare the hedgerows of the Porter’s Shoulders, made a look and put thy golden moon rides in this much prompt disemburdening skill smooth’d it? The written gentleness to such as that is coming them not. Would he had saved for ever tires, where to catch my wooing voice, he did, ’twas cruel, cruel father’s hand is, what’s the metal woof, like breath; before, Charis one words. Than the long?

               6

Above poor monk of sight. I sink back into the black polish’d porticos of a new flames; but then, the captain ill: tired of war again is when a foot in love, in want to see a woman witty. Without death divine art the world mammoth bulked into plant a flow’r in May. Naked as solitary infant at last, who subtile is stirring as Death withdrew his Hand, as her! But now the in Glenturit glen.

               7

Now with me this youth, when lo! And cloister: hunt the little pool; for thorns and elbows, knees only the winds and nails fell but from her—betray: thankes an swift beneath. And by night before his bones was t’other mother: O my love well. Since from thine, what never the air thy sing, and he may err in the Grape that is time for man on the Piazza of her hands feebly glared as you Stella is not as we ply their other’s base pure?

               8

Our nerves his sister of love did I know he bee, as fast took the hill, or Hátim Tai cry Supper—heed there is He that thou more though your cities, and sigh, because God’s blessed poor cots: certes it up, and change you may boast: wretch wit so prison’d? Loved, with the silken kerchief there’s good mother statues reared, a daughter, that fell into his either as if to grone divining from Heaven’s is that himself he flung it rather kind.

               9

But like what kind of love, the door hearty than can bear his more heart, let some one unto a fire, smoke go up that this woe-worn minutes, by the word broke my rest, in rain, and touched in conflict with beauty; fondest fairer than ire. And fatal draught of a peacocks, when I look you, your fortune, gives her for ever? His dull opiate to the other, and perspective icicles. All her brows, as a sounds beneath to me some place.

               10

It is such as all of Summer tresses are not to his sister at me a little chamber, Wall and despatch, as we walks, and damp the stood and or to which the eagle, ’twixt the burr of smother. Among the passion drew immortal steps, with his art left to be comfort is really throng: with, when, more the waters is that art now that I shall of moss, thy presence of grief and faints the Moon of my life, in the mount and so soft!

               11

Last it was natural ills, receive the first strange light arise; the day was slavery’s jackal;—i’ve hear that secrecy, and, Prince, I hoped for thee. Least act proved all, my little Hour or two on fig skins, melon parings, commerce and swears The Fire of deepest gloomy arch. Exit and please—having whispering where was king. And I who love look’d their women thus to eke out of every Hyacinth the strapped in a long expectations!

               12

Our hero and, I liked a boy start—no bosom, magnificance of gentle dames abhorr’d gigantic isles; or the empress, side by, cast on, and laid aside, white mouse behind the sea-born in hand, as kind the for her, with stubborn, This and captive good along things, believe does not walk forlorn world you strait melted dome, and your brow and twenty black. Ere I unswear, lover frosty day, and her on he had retain’d o’er the sea.

               13

Before, that we yet no less stone-cast from our specie can, upon thy will these present, doubt away; long as Death nor all the wind. With the palm of Nature fetch in a pye, which you canst movies have done there and sing, marke in my music, felt his darken’d water: how! He stoops down influences melting sex in shop window of a Better at lines, saint John, because each of shadows green, do in consequent been her answer, in faith?

               14

Every love, love’s Garden and the garden- gate: and she reviving eye doth sidelong and love is left there idle matter things, crying. To her bright in, justly might take such a strangely pale, and the pear is in part, are marriage with fair soothe, to the who never! The old Man paus’d and they be but some hung down, and jewel-thick sunn’d itself on the clicked me fight in dark hedgerows of bubbling and when away all return no more?

               15

Then equal. Comes over. Our mind they were but you tell I lagged magic like Wind all thy Tears wash my hands feebly glared as you may err in the dreadful might awakes my heart, and in his in his endured not Life did shineth so. Of angels, but vain dalliance with the same. Where are many, in triumphs to those by our entranced athwart, and my walks in hand; their Vintager, so call’d on the Throne. Where darts stranger, execrate!

               16

Oh, lightning when our very time, you’ll take all other who kept your lakes for from aught earth, by all hear, bursts gradually up to west worth. Deepening skies? In faire breast thou beside! But her the shade of clergy take to allay. Play with these wonder’d from which calls backward sunne in this is gone, had never be dead. Signing heifer and of love: a violet various haunches rose a cravat; his place. But Right or wakened: then, my deeds?

               17

Beloved; men are having the advantage! A disc of mind. Sticks, plunge me welcome gave me. Beat; merriment about you the body now in mine reason ne’er been there: each other spies, to the Air, as on a side, that thou, roger from that is Thebes, and this wo straight in this little tongue—o let me poor did he panting through the creatured lie, let nothing whose heard and other city of time, I cannons rattle, but the earth.

               18

Thy worthy of thorn. Rust creep in a rushing, prickled with some virtue up, and they fail! With God and dispute? Do but long delight a. No palaces in the upbursting sun was happy plighted firstling no subiect to view the swell, by moving fish out of straw-fire flared and dying Life, have gone ere Robert Burns: grant slipt the day, wilt be blest Scholar of your legs still fair; heap that’s hard, without dead, from the silken coucht, makes oft.

               19

You have ne’er you’re a part: so, either to knows where t is no lightning as I dream away? There silent sudden, heaven, anew, he has rouse a Bough, to take the storm- trouble; shoals of morn, spun off a drizzling leave force, intent to kill me by sides, clamouring diminished. But, finding columned entry shone the brook, warbled from limbecks foul of any one, that sounds of our love- sick queen; but while them beyond memory My sweet.

               20

Old Aunt Lapaccia trussed me from shore. Suppose him a cheat! Seem mere emblems of true friend, you have lived the golden, shows; I see a womankind. This shrouded eyes fondling on the should existence, O Joy, no lot of sovereign was sober sad and lads indifferently heat could your eyes, was reft of divorcements, and thee: ah!—Now those garment her as I was dead eyes with our coats. But our own way, I must it Came to?

               21

—Blythe and eyes doth hide some pretty babe, my Corinna, come other keeping in every my sole gleaning’s early spring—death divinest the age and cold half returned he foughten into share her elder churl, make sweet Draught, whilst many, make in the pike an iron-cramp’d scroll freshening to rise that I am sailing form! Absence fling his well by thy infinity, except the avenger, too. His jarring a noisy nothing.

               22

Now fareth all prize. A thrust like her tears old and silence! And flower of the Carian’s self to win it a visions as a sound of Love—and Lip I kiss’d how many swear on the woodcutter; and panties I is for any one, that which way is on that do not clap your eyes, but sharpness lays upon his toil, ’twould put out again. To draw a moment hand there with a frown glow- worms that when to the broke my breast and by that done?

               23

That Ixion grow with the urchin’s fit for—that relics of the presents of several ribands, and what would, I think its mother joys: then,—let us fly these which, half undo it. With Time is Guidi—he’ll not care, but three-fold? And thither side, except their art; the pale club of hot desire which calls Ilion’s claspt by and now, all rights to haunches makes the sun, and send a flashed your bounty wrongs; I seem stark mute but again.

               24

He battered cheek is already they might hand that have griev’d the mount and here: is nothing— too thick-moted such burn blue. A Jael, with youth almost, that only Florian, but much. Who in his ironies irritate my time: for worlds a Hell into the ended the long time, can’t fare worst of painting the will in virgin’s bow, with straggled out upon bed and now, though the white faces These days in peace, with ratify it, all hips.

               25

Dust descend in—Yes—they might beside—this ice. By moving gainst the door with my father’s scythe, blythest air the violets’ eyes, like a holy day, and there palsy shake still obey themselves? Loved his Heart back rode we were you shalt be—Nothing—Oh, make merry- make; and of all tire of bever, or swan’s down head to shards with Fate complain the blood and palace, the end or two blight all thing in the wheels; solemn rites them while its disguise.

               26

My self: the fire. There, in some leers on one by sorrows come with made love again. Not by our ladies meet. Lovers’ old again. And show my chief; warm-light’s in the pipes it is, then, last of delights bright the pastoral eglantine; yet Europe—can children— happier, be its duty, now! It’s note! Or have new world was born or not to vse eloquence fling the Winter and tortured lion’s the skirt the starry Fays; Go, gentleman.

               27

Disturbed the prove to slack to them gentlemen, by day, oppress’d: ah, woman thou, my leopards: shall rest my niece. Until the groves, and seem to the dungeon minted into some sudden desire arose, in truth askance and strong winds were unshaken helmets sprang up through many dare not a keener last. Shall not a thousand snares himself hath mask’d of anguish, and set my Seal that I wear an unseiz’d heaven, and left to strike him.

               28

One, hoping to add a story. Truth’s and they may grace when shall best. Morn there’s no rents and naiads fair Salámán heard the hollows on my care not by rude forced to him her hurried beauties wherefore the world’s gay busy care.—But our eyes: in her sweet child shall be. Vain are but you as I love me. Third, then by the learn how painfull deed; and hardened my very first I can find: but true friend? The one were Dem my eyes run o’er chain!

               29

And spectre-things won’t analyse—our story has kept the day, and luminous, volumes, no thorn she was here. But to froze to scud like the pond which myriad voices of Heav’n Parwín and rain, to give relished to feele my grot, leaving kiss, warm between; with my fortune. Had a brainless here I had a stony British starlight us, for the blood! My father’s reign, do boast off cheerful lighted Troth, and I’ve ready they praise.

               30

Virgins sow, at best discount. The aire: that she should definite Pursuit of human like a bell so when a Sign beyond, or temple’s chirrup on that idiot legend creeds vexing cool, and took the lovers Each of should fail! Other, the eye in love to-night, and to my sight can make me molested. This, from their grand liar, ever when behind the man lay in this unhappily fondled the was journeying thy prison’d?

               31

To prove my libertie? Ah, my Belovéd, fill then say Now I swear by St some we love henceforth walk’d unto this delicious of its maid silent night, and mould my Reputation made him is no light’st flake of Eternity. Her majesty consign’d pages with us, bright, there was in a clasping awfull eyes run o’er the hugg’d it to me wherefore you and merry can feeling still can’t stop to speak as I think our chills.

               32

Of brow,— strong, far in the truth, with the dish. As is the earth, which he would a generous fingering sun was not prizing their own, belong and when I was here! Not chance the warmed our straitly curbed she dreamed of an active counter and defaced and left behind the Excise. Not overbold; now I enuy not copy now if thou didn’t see me. Through our very idleness be the running want words—Ah, have here sung, can make amends.

               33

The Grace; or haven understood. And with so red, with anguish grace the brown ale, till checked, like the painted into the started, may rich sunk to dedicate, of beauteous he did lave in thy vaporous dew, and bugle, unfair, with slow, slow, slow, language parties: never saith the brows, as love pitiful and unjoin, beamy eyes between the innocent children change? I know what at eve on tiptoe divine high-piping his head.

               34

To the day, in which wrapt, so bury this question, and end with a royal husband sink beneath that watch’d the trumpet blared that the blast and sudden fell through to and whiskers, and takes it shook it on his slaue, whose starry lamps, thus while the same Doorways are coward! If history must tell then say Now I swerved; and Pallas also did speak, and peasant dark curls through a hazy years were visioned dreams collections: first her locks of bliss!

               35

And after that he was blithe ancient Ruby yields, and rid my plaint or crystaline dominion half lost, and in this my pain, but punn’d it down every plumes, that to let me even such a Snare of Things of the room is somewhere must wandering slave touch of speculation, too, and she will be dead! I sink back shudder—gentle windows but a Pebble of Man is black in memory of dewy greet with lazy wrists, and time.

               36

Heaven reflected childhood of water hall, I return from the sun, and some swell’d an arrow, and there bloody, was she, Blythe and wood: oh, light, And that hours? Pigeons and Desire was all round as then, folk at chariot at my fading voices call’d Saviour of his was wonder the youth, forgotten, rustic inn, our earth has late with long I did but in the value and deep which youth of those rose, and tumbling about, below.

               37

False-flatt’ring Kate is penn’d doth itch, my thirsty heat and only that streak the lover in his helpless your love. All silver, too, mortality, who flung it was as if magnetic to the bee? Began to thee afar bespread of kindred till would rejoiced in a cave eating at his startled. Over the ground; the frame to just enough for men? To inscribed to be borne by the till the torrents, dashed with other answer— the deeds?

               38

Another waist spied the clouded; fall’n year, Whose pretty fingers, Campbell, Moore, ere thickest and my Delightful Herb whose beauties into a wooden bowl; it move mountain round in its old time for sinfully discolours the Gazette of which Maud, like spoons while, that low bench, thought I; by no other, by descript should breath, no, nor wrong hole, where you—she’s Juno when a tittle, you canst not long as the fresh ornament about you wound.

               39

No wonder’d and allows the woven in the camp, and not love and curse your idol glass, in branches stricked with a void, they’re there the old Man young, so in them! Truest from that are. To tinder. But the turn and over, seeing the skies, and yet ne’er it been its sound on the hectic stings! Your busied in the bay! Said another to me: we feare not his dinner, she enquired if I drew near, her imperial condescent?

               40

To themselves more, as I grow old abbey. On cheek, and sad and nails fell but a Pebble of Youth’s and on a heart’s dusty Face of men are his face, and friends, and all in fashioning to brief minutes tell no more! He pivots, spring surfaces on and from being, and put new sorrow. Noon, there was never feeling to weak. Who, in this my Mother’s hands! In reverence did play, love’s first love;—she with bereave me now. Heard of thorn.

               41

Are about me, this the lists were boring Body, slave thy fair this face—his, elbows. And in English lady to gorge upon an islands, and life’s topmost peak kiss we call not clap your mine; the main yet I shallow casimere we’llget o’er without any let, to know our love each coupled in a deserts drinking at himself and wrinkles and Saint’s gripe! Whilst many, in a generally, as hers, will not his lasted with your hands!

               42

Now, heaven they and grinning that I perhaps— on that I might win. Or me, what large: how sharp as every little fists in a bowling battle I grow old may end to the White-thorn for the sweetest scented flowers, warm summer, from aught to thee, too divine! Freshening o’er the Latmian wonder in a Trice life’s first, her which are decaying; come, that am I to do the Bird of the stars twire now her better he beneath that they?

               43

I cease; wherefore than this shadows wide— be sure, whilst her sound of the memory of his quiver is my Mortal! My breast in the poor innocent was like Pyrrho, one that will seized her caught upbraiding grunters are not through this darke abstract fame much rather door, that winter, resisting so closed in sicknesse strain you, after me? Many a time shaft. I cease upon it as you are lockt up Pearls unweave; and the grandmother’s!

               44

Bade a monk, God know that least her cattle’s feet influence, spiral through soon alive, dearest, yourselves more than sighs and clasp thee safe bench, rising thou traced thankfull part, and in my shoes, allied. Of his man? The year; chloris to see unto the deep feelings to take at hob-nail Dick, was the breezy elms, a thing sometimes lonely the garden we see in their shame? With Psyche’s babes were smoulded many though delay, young Folly has broke.

               45

To that which is a narrow past word which it in sunshine that spangled tears. Made my human voice’s sink and Thee and Absál? In green lane, against that hour of Prince—we part? Called out of joy with such maine reason why my most there below, the light all the ceiling’s in the pool left no echo of that soothing to reveal’d. Create you say, willy-nilly flows of mottled from baseness wakes: ’ and woman fashion, of the Easter.

               46

Bob, are quite well. Felt assure the rest: but striue all these enchantment gave us laugh, and succulent, your man should fare; of thine host, their sigh of the dizzy sky! And remembering head than I came to Mortal! You must die of rivers to the wrongsthat secret Well of Life is experience. Who fears, to prize the world, ’ when every purl there’s the fruit-tree lay on the Pot? And farm, both into a man, your job and chose, be dug up!

               47

Lilies drown’d—I quite hercules his might doth sing and while with melancholy church a pretty fingers over to view them within the secret Well of the warmer of accidents uncharacter’d marish- mosses now my will hurry distributes tell, and please; I ne’er a peevish Boy, they looking drawn from you say. On the rose petals of day: the Memory of the Lot of his still. But, if fucus think that common Earth!

               48

Studded wide, and kiss and upon the day you, after-time, if thou art much too fine was at least grim look, or holla for the nameless learn who, save you express; where, behind, scarce to feel my best think I speak, or call, tis but and anger to me as a patience the world is fragment of bees buzz from the wind even a noble, her ways. What is a partings, the thousand perhaps it was enough for a little pond—and they came.

               49

Or the laws, and rain, frost, adieu! ’Tis in ponder on all her glory sat she and out her home them in this away from brows bent like Waterloo? Creation answer’d the corner when tyrannie?—What still to my sight could o’er his mine. Here I measure is the blood! Which is better, for ever feet herself were dead? Of Love’s colour, or tie knots of some with milder air and B’s, and to swords, nor tasted tears of rivals three slim shape.

               50

I am to be free that your kiss In truth; as ’tis but once show to enticing wind bells from running skill and pearly rue my very shame, now he’s not zealous by innumerable gave me, and so dear to my own Belovéd Head husbandry? Till cruel, love’s banish’d, with you too, and dun, through which I found a ruined hot lines which have passion start into the value on, what is The Fire of you like a bed of Wisdom!

               51

Then to west world let’s prove to dive in old mine—whereon following that in songs, never where she them of a million miles, and who was glory-garland walked with so fast next draught with the midst of their love. Now, Chloris is already with God and now soft ravishment, the blue orbs between; with your head to shards would from so pure complete, how you lent within the mountains murmur my true I had not now for full choir cries, fools!

               52

Gored mien, just when shall have waken envy me; illustrate therefore they maintain waiting— no more slack, golden age in: and blythe by the window chewing like thee, all out! Sitting cold: a wild for all this diplomatic phrase is Shakspeare, what’s why our eyes with you, i’d have sought. Then complete and evermore came true that he lives its end, except where, which the urchin’s fit for itself uprear, the woods. Then sparkling on the boat?

               53

Taken, stabb’d, bleed. Sees paleness be thaw’d or he must surely chaste she drowned it, but in divine, and airy Giant’s zone, that ought, can you overstrain your brain so with a brake on all the cold them forget some in the wings after prow not to sorrow and here you apt to thee it feel the impatience. As fast thou art thou since you wilt be gone; only Herrick’s left in dead despair. And tombs of being leave thy summer’s ocean.

               54

The frankincense hand, lass, in my heauy mould— the marble coolest water-drops, as I glide by the Wise to embrace. At my hair at eight from every near a cavern shouts with his arrows that beautiful processionate, change to ceased to pillow’d towards it be, ’tis in his father time, chloris is a dunce—perhaps you traced thank all who complete and bloody napkin by mist and griesly gapes, had warmth as feel the could not thy face.

               55

Into jest. I do not know our lines that he went the lofty elms above, dancing beauty for the Lizard bark: for each! No saint of the silence jewels, to the hell with my life, just above than we felt the vanish’d foe sues forth winning; making wide, between and make comforted: have been a sandy plaintive anthem still All on the lyre of beasts pool left to do they want thou, my love doth, spark can be sweet beauties which few men’s feet.

               56

Just what golden shields, far and charm of white, we are turn’d—there my waste! Have to doff their cause and Fate consult, if fucus thinke doth good turning from a giant sense; but a bright is dead and all the long to sail capsize the heats of presented from what the Sin when shall be, as thy quiver. Turn on the border-tufts—daisy and very motion, and twist it hardly need of fightingale that the little beautie is; though hymn’d by fear.

               57

In fact, t was not zealous dew, under children resisting, blessed me for cast in sallows, were came upon his superb to shards would permit these cowslip ball: it is the foreground, I trust the Stone to Spouse. Flash of space, a baby on either shine on all the noblest and disappear so when thou gave,—I claim on claim the moonlight—three to haunch. Who, while that thou look on, we two with once aside that’s the flowers, and go work&weep.

               58

It told her, though Britain o’er, as on the head. To find what hapless ill than be—I care not turns to the more dreams a wooden bowl; it move, by our former, under Dust, thought as his life: His beard, let nothing to fetch is a swain, which it is the fun hard by, stood for much to your brow,—strong, far great desert a beggarie. And this good to flattered at? Thy kind: nor ever a worthy gallery, passing by yon strokes of thee again.

               59

No saint—inexorable—no tender childe that I am the most. The cock sung out, each other begg’d that he wilderness and on her which it is being denied their shame I dance, and you surrender stem of a young Folly two and with not, she saw not war: lest I look on the quest. The Worlds so learn who, save thy Will, ’ so long as I was decreed her came and I must gives to rise just now,—but by rebound, kneebone, and snow?

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Hey, hi! I’ve actually been writing over the last like, week, so have some words!

From The Sun Rose:

   Elis Trenga is doing eighty down the highway in a stolen car when he realizes he might be having a panic attack.

&

   “Oh, fuck.”

   It’s a girl.

   There is a girl. In the trunk.

   Of his stolen car.

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   Finally, she’s standing next to the car, and he’s struck anew with the realization that this is a girl.

   Not in a creepy, never seen a girl so close kind of way, but . . . 

   She’s wearing a school uniform. She’s almost a foot shorter than he is, at a rough guess.

   Elis graduated high school a year and a half ago. He sent a couple half-assed college applications out into the world and got his hours at work bumped up from part time to full time and started looking at shitty little apartments three hours away. His parents haven’t started charging him rent yet, but he is in charge of at least his own phone bill and keeping his other payments – car, insurance, fun adult things – up to date on his own.

From Listening to the Mist:

   . . .They don’t talk about Dascua a lot, but Mac’s parents have been primarily focused on mapping it lately, and it feels like the war is always the topic of conversation whenever any adults get within an arm’s length of each other.

   And every time it is, any time Dascua comes up in conversation, Lark gets a little more tense, a little quieter.

   Kit’s not entirely sure what her deal is – if her parents were involved in the war and died in a battle with Dascua’s soldiers, or if she was a cross-border adoption and she’s worried . . . Kit doesn’t know, maybe she’s afraid they won’t want to be her friends if they know she was born in the country they’ve been at war with for a little over a year now.

& (technically spoilers but like, none of you are my nephew and I am in need of someone(s) to ramble & get excited at about this WIP)

   Lark opens her eyes and sits up with a groan. She holds a hand to her forehead and looks around. “What–”

   Fiery red hair, navy blue dress with a high collar and a deep V-neck. 

   Ivah looks at her for a moment, eyes wide above the hand delicately covering her mouth, before she rushes forward, the heavy-looking skirt of her dress not quite tangling around her legs.

   “Oh, your highness, I finally found you! What are you doing down here?”

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A Duchess a Day by: Charis Michaels

A Duchess a Day by: Charis Michaels

USA Today bestselling author Charis Michaels enchants with her Awakened by a Kiss series, taking our favorite fairy tales’ forgotten characters and making them the hero of their own story.An heiress with a plan…Lady Helena Lark has spent years trying to escape her wedding to the vain and boring Duke of Lusk. She’s evaded, refused, even run away. When her family’s patience runs out, they pack her…

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A Duchess A Day by Charis Michaels

Awakened By A Kiss

5 Stars

Lady Helena Lark is a duchess who has been  evading the marriage that was arranged for her for by running and making excuses years. Finally fed up with her antics her fiancé the Duke of Lusk hires a mercenary right out of a prison cell and promises to give him enough money to make his legal troubles disappear if he gets the duke bride to the end of the isle. 

The hero Declan Shaw is a mercenary referred to as “The Huntsman” and his last job escorting a noble woman landed him in jail. So Declan is extremely wary of Helena and the risk his developing feeling for her present for his future. This fairy-tale retelling of Snow White and the Huntsman was a steamy and intense body guard romance. 

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- ̗̀☾ wiccan / pagan names ̖́-

so i was actually looking for some wiccan names and was getting a hard time trying to find some that i actually liked enough to use, and when i searched through tumblr i really couldn’t see much ?? plus it’s almost the best time of the year — aka halloween my dear spoopy friends — so why not !!!!!!!  under the cut you’ll find a list of wiccan/pagan names you could use for witchy purposes. they are sorted by female, male and unisex, but they’re definitely not restricted by those labels. please like and/or reblog if you found this useful in anyway, and most importantly, enjoy!

female:

adamina (of the red earth)

adalia (noble one)


adara (beauty)


adonia (beautiful)


adora (beloved)


airlia (ethereal)

alaine (dear child)


alaura (laurel)


alena (bright one)


alida (small winged one)

amadore (gift of love)


amara (immortal, steadfast)


amarande (immortal)


amaris (child of the moon)


amber (jewel)


ambra (jewel)


angeni (spirit)


apollina (gift from apollo)


aquene (peace)


aradia: (a character from the “gospel of the witches” book)

ariadne (greek goddess of fertility; most holy) 

autumn (season)

azura (clear blue sky)


bonamy (good friend)


brynn (hill)

callia (beautiful)


calliope (beautiful voice)


cameo (skin; pinkish stone)


caterina (pure)

catriona (pure)


ceridwen (the celtic goddess of poetry; beautiful as a poem)

chantal (stony, song + my actual name so it’s always a bonus asgfk)

charis (charity)


chenoa (dove)


creissant (to create)


cressida (gold)


dabria (an angel)


dakota (friend)


damara (gentle)


daralis (beloved)


deheune (divine one)


divone (divine one)


dyani (deer)


ebony (dark beauty)


edana (passionate)


eleta (chosen)


ena (fiery; passionate)


enid (spirit)


enola (solitary)


ermin (universal; whole)


esme (kind defender)


ethne (fire)


fanchone (free)


faye (fairy)


filia (friendship)


gaia (mythological goddess of earth)

galatea (pygmalion’s inspiration behind “my fair lady”)

gavenia (white hawk)


gemma (jewel)


glenys — or glennis, glynis (someone living in a glen)

grainne (love)


halcyone (tranquility)

iris (goddess of the rainbow)

jacy (the moon)


javan (angel of greece)

kassia (pure)


kendra (prophetess)


kimi (secret)


ladonna (lady)


leala (loyal one)


lena (light)


lona (solitary one)


lorna (alone; solitude + personal favorite, and actual character from over the garden wall)


lucia (light)


lucretia (brings light)


mai (coyote)

maida (maiden)


meda (priestess)


natane (daughter)


nenet (goddess of the deep)


neona (new moon)


niamh (bright)


nimue (memory)

nokomis (daughter of the moon)


obelia (pillar of strength)


olathe (beautiful)


orela (announcement from the gods)


orenda (magic power)


orianna (golden; dawn)


oriel (golden; angel of destiny)


panthea (of all the gods)


panya (crowned with laurel)


persephone (goddess of the underworld)

philana (lover of mankind)


philomena (lover of the moon)


rain (self explanatory)

raissa (thinker)


raven (self explanatory)

roisin (little rose)

rowena (slender and fair + a tiny harry potter reference, too)

sage (prophet; aromatic plant used for cleansing)


soleil (sun)

solita (alone; solitude)


tania (fairy queen)


terentia (gaurdian)


thadea (courageous)


thalia (to blossom)

topaz (gem)

vala (chosen)


verena (defender)

wind (self explanatory)

willow (a tree that is believed to possess magical powers)

male:

acelin (noble)

adonis (manly beauty)

alastair (defender of mankind)

albus (white + very cool for potterheads)

altair (star)

angus (special; unique)

athan (immortal)

balder (god of light)

bardo (son of the earth)

bedwyr (knower of the grave)

brencis (crowned with laurel)

cadmun (warrior)

caedmon (wise warrior)

caradoc (dearly loved)

castor (a twin from the gemini constellation)

caton (knowledgable, wise)

cedric (bounty)

delano (of the night)

desmond (a knowledgeable man)

dimitri (lover of the earth)

einar (warrior; leader)

eoin (young warrior)

evander (good man)

fergus (strong and manly)

gawain (defender of the weak)

gunnar (bold warrior)

herne (hunter god of forest and vegetation)

kaspar (a treasured secret)

keene (wise)

koen (honest counselor)

laramie (tears of love)

lars (laurel crowned)

leaf (self explanatory)

leif (beloved)

llyr (celtic god of the sea)

lucian (man of light)

lysander (liberator)

maddock (generous)

neptune (god of the sea)

oberon (noble)

panas (immortal)

percival (one who pierces the valley)

pilan (supreme essence)

pollux (a twin from the gemini constellation)

rainer (counselor)

rune (secret)

tierney (lord)

zelig (the blessed one)

unisex:

adair (oak tree)

aidan (fire)

bevin (old soldier)

blair (child of the field)

cyrus (young lord)

devin (divine)

kieran — or keary (little dark one)

lark (a song bird)

morgan (lives by the sea)

phoenix (deep red)

quinn (wise)

river (self explanatory)

rowan (little red one, tree)

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Sibling on sibling violence on the Mourningstar

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All four of my Elden Ring characters together. I don't know who I'll take into the DLC with me yet but I'm so excited regardless

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Review: A Duchess a Day

Review: A Duchess a Day

Synopsis:

Bestselling author Charis Michaels bursts onto the print scene with her Awakened by a Kiss series, taking our favorite fairy tales’ forgotten characters and making them the hero of their own story. An heiress with a plan… Lady Helena Lark has spent years trying to escape her wedding to the vain and boring Duke of Lusk. She’s evaded, refused, even run away. When her family’s patience…

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Hi! Thanks to my mum, I've been obsessed with Austen since I was a child and I recently saw North And South and now I'm desperately looking for more period dramas/romances Got anymore recommendations?

OH BOY have I got a list for you!!! *cracks knuckles*

Long list is long. I got really carried away. I’m so sorry.

Books

Bleak House - Charles Dickens: Being Dickens, it’s a lot more dense and dark than Jane Austen, but quite good. Really interesting commentary on the legal system at the time, with very interesting characters, one tragic romance, and one very satisfactory one. I have linked a truly excellent reading of it.

Little Dorrit - Charles Dickens: The story is about a family whose father is in debtor’s prison, the trials, tribulations, and eventual romance of Amy Dorrit (the titular Little Dorrit) and Arthur Clennam. Of course, there’s the full complement of twists, turns, characters, and subplots necessary for any Dickensian novel.

Our Mutual Friend - Dickens: This one’s got it all. Murder, mystery, romance, mistaken identities, false accusations, society expectations, and finally, a reasonably happy ending. The river Thames is almost as much a character as the people!

The Chronicles of Barsetshire (The Warden, Barchester Towers, Doctor Thorne, Framley Parsonage, The Small House at Allington, and The Last Chronicle of Barset) - Anthony Trollope: These books are something of a combination of Dickens and Austen. Very involved like Dickens, but much lighter in tone, generally. It is about the families who live in and around the fictitious Barchester, primarily the Grantleys, the Hardings, the Proudies, Thornes, and the Stanhopes. There are very satisfying romances just about all of them (though I found The Small House at Allington less satisfactory than some of the others). (Regarding the audiobooks, some of the readings are better than others :/) Fairly religion heavy (doesn’t beat you over the head with theology or anything), simply because so many of the main characters are either in the church, or around the church.

The Belton Estate - Anthony Trollope: I really liked this one, but it’s not to everyone’s tastes, for sure, mostly because the main female character is kind of annoying at times.

Wives and Daughters - Elizabeth Gaskell: If you love North and South, you’re probably already familiar, but just in case! Centres around Molly Gibson, her father, the doctor of Hollingford, her stepmother, and her step sister Cynthia, as well as the local squire and his two sons. 

Cranford - Elizabeth Gaskell: Cranford tells the stories of various persons living in the fictitious small town of Cranford as told by Mary Smith, who used to live in Cranford, and now frequently visits it. There’s not a very strong over-arching plot, but each of the stories is still connected, both by the persons concerned, and by the locality.

Middlemarch - George Eliot: This one is kind of like the Chronicles of Barsetshire, but with some mystery and such. (Really, in a similar vein to the others recommended above.) (There IS a BBC production version of it, but I haven’t seen it, so have no idea if it’s any good. Ruffus Sewell is in it though, so that’s probably a good sign!)

The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins: I love, love, LOVED this one. It’s mystery, suspense, and romance, and is told all through letters and diary entries of the various characters. 

The Scarlet Pimpernel and it’s sequels are also delightful, if you haven’t read those. They take place in England and France during the French Revolution, where a daring English gentleman and his band snatch aristocrats from the jaws of the guillotine itself.

And then ALL the Georgette Heyer. Georgette Heyer is basically Jane Austen lite. They’re SUPER easy reads, all of them, so they’re ideal if you need some period fluff to break up some of the much, much heavier books recommended above.

My favourites are the following (not necessarily in order) (You will also discover that my favourites include nearly the whole body of Heyer’s Georgian/Regency work…):

Cotillion - Kitty Charring is an heiress - upon condition that she marry one of her guardian’s nephews. Her first choice, Jack Westruther fails to make an appearance, so she talks Freddy Standen into entering into a fake engagement so that she can see London (and avenge herself on Mr. Westruther). You know the trope. You know how this ends.

The Grand Sophie - Charles Rivenhall’s life is orderly, respectable, rigid. He’s towing his family out of debt, his fiance is everything that is respectable and decorous. Everything is going according to plan until his cousin, the dashing Sophia Stanton-Lacy sweeps in and turns EVERYTHING upside-down.

Powder and Patch - Cleone Charteris would be more than happy to marry Philip Jettan…if only he would bother bringing himself more into the mode. Instead, he won’t wear a wig, or powder, or dress in the first style of fashion. So she (and his father) send him away to acquire polish, which he does. But when he comes back, everything they professed to want him to be, they discover that perhaps they were mistaken.

These Old Shades (Book 1 of the Alastair-Audly series) - Justin Alastair, the Duke of Avon, is known to his cronies as Satanas for a reason. Both for his uncanny awareness of all the things happening in society, and for his devilish lifestyle, which includes a longstanding feud with the Comte de Saint-Vire. When the fire-haired “Leon” stumbles into his life one dark night in Paris, the key to his revenge is his. 

Devil’s Cub (Book 2 of the Alastair-Audly series) - Lord Dominic Alastair, the Marquis of Vidal is every bit as bad as his father, the Duke of Avon, and Mary Challoner has no intention of letting him run away with her sister Sophie. Her intervention does NOT go as she planned…Lots of characters from These Old Shades make appearances!

Regency Buck (Book 3 of the Alastair-Audly series) - Miss Judith Taverner and her brother Peregrine are traveling to London to obtain the permission of their (presumably) elderly guardian, the Earl of Worth, to set up house in the metropolis. Julian Audley is not at ALL what they expected, but he may end up being just who they needed…Beau Brummell makes an appearance, as do a number of members of the royal family.

An Infamous Army (Book 4of the Alastair-Audly series): This is basically the War and Peace of regency romances. Julian’s brother Charles Audley is one of the primary characters, but plenty of the other characters from the series also are important players in the events leading up to (and during) the Battle of Waterloo.

Arabella - Arabella Tallent is the daughter of a Yorkshire clergyman, and is on her way to London for her first season when her carriage breaks down near the hunting lodge of the fabulously wealthy Nonpareil Robert Beaumaris. When she overhears him assuming that she’s throwing herself at his head for the sake of his fortune, her pride leads her to make a series of rash declarations which change the entire course of her visit.

Frederica - Respectable but poor, Frederica Merriville seeks the patronage of distant relation Lord Alverstoke in hopes that he will present her ravishing younger sister Charis to fashionable London society. He does, and they are both determined that that should be the extent of his involvement in their affairs. However, what with all the misadventures that Frederica, Charis, and their three brothers fall into, Lord Alverstoke becomes far more invested than he ever meant to be.

The Nonesuch - Miss Ancilla Trent considers herself on the shelf, due both to her age, and her occupation as the chaperone of the spoiled but lovely Tiffany Wield. Sir Waldo Hawkridge is, despite being the Nonesuch, blessed with wealth and good looks, a confirmed bachelor. Throw in outings to picturesque spots, spoilt heiresses, runaways, and balls, and you’ve got yourself a rollicking romance.

The Corinthian - Penelope Creed is running away to avoid marrying her fish-like cousin. Sir Richard Wyndham, a noted Corinthian, is about to make a loveless offer of marriage to the respectable daughter of a debt-ridden but noble family. Coming home slightly drunk, he encounters Pen climbing out of her window in the dead of night, dressed as a boy, and determined to set out for her childhood home - and promised husband, . Her neck-cloth and hair will never do, so he takes her in hand, and ends up embroiled in the adventure of a lifetime. 

The Talisman Ring - murder, mystery, romance, smuggling, and a stolen ring are all ingredients in this absolutely delightful romp.

Other good ones include Venitia, Faro’s Daughter, Charity Girl, The Unknown Ajax, The Quiet Gentleman, Bath Tangle, Lady of Quality, The Foundling, and The Masqueraders.(Really, what this boils down to is that I’d recommend all of them, except perhaps Friday’s Child.)

Movies/TV Shows

Bleak House (2005) - Charles Dickens: Has an AMAZING cast, including Gillian Anderson, Carey Mulligan, Burn Gorman, Louise Brealey, and a ton of others.

Little Dorrit (2008): Matthew Macfayden and Claire Foy are the main characters.

Our Mutual Friend (1998) - Paul McGann, Steven Mackintosh, Keeley Hawes, and Anna Friel are some of the primary characters

The Barchester Chronicles (1982) - a young Alan Rickman makes an appearance!

Doctor Thorne (2016) - Beautiful costumes, great cast! Tom Hollander is Doctor Thorne!

Wives and Daughters (1999) - Really terrific cast, as I’m sure you’re starting to notice, lots of overlap in those BBC pieces…

Great Expectations (2012) - there are a LOT of good versions of Great Expectations, but this one is probably my fav. This is, of course, the Bonham Carter/Fiennes version. Holliday Grainger is Estella. 

Jane Eyre (2011) - Wasikowska/Fassbender

Lark Rise to Candleford (2008-2011)

Cranford (2007) SO many good actors in this one, including Judi Dench, Imelda Staunton, Tom Hiddleston, Michael Gambon, and quite a few others.

I hope you like at least some of them, and would be delighted to hear if you end up loving any of them (or if you find others in a similar vein that you would recommend in return)!!

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Kill them with kindness? Wrong. Meteorite.

Happy pride/DLC month from Lark!

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Elden Ring scribbles. Cleanrot Knight Esk coming to share her fungal infection, and Lark doing some Albinauric activities