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[lionofchaeronea]

A little something for the Halloween season, about the Unseelie Court. Enjoy.

TEXT:

The Seelie love the fairy ring, To step and turn and turn and sing, And every bright and gleaming thing-- But we are otherwise.

The Seelie on their seats of gauze Have bound themselves by ancient laws To slay no mortal without cause-- But we are otherwise.

The Seelie choose to bargain fair, To honor what they once declare, To tweak the proud, the humble spare-- But we are otherwise.

We who hide in slits of night, We red-capped spawn of spit and spite, Whose every breath conveys a blight-- Oh, we are otherwise!

[canisalbus]

My absolute favorite thing about your blog, even more favorite that Vachete, is the care and interest you put into each response. Be it an ask or an art piece, you always eloquently break down each individual aspect and comment on them. It always makes me smile.

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[marshmallowgoop]

I combined footage from my Detektiv Conan Blu-ray with audio from my Case Closed FUNimation DVD and made an HD English dub clip compilation for Episodes 57-58, "The Holmes Freak Murder Case."

[detroit-become-moomin]

Hey there! Completely forgot to post about this here, but - charity project for trans kids!!

POINTY THINGS, a folk horror collection written by me, illustrated by @ehlihr, and edited by @nimagine is now available for purchase online through Pride 2024. All revenue raised during the upcoming year will go to LGBT+ mutual aid orgs defending trans youth! In this collection you'll find:

55 pages & 22k+ words of story

unsettling megafauna

a trans take on red riding hood

fun facts about 16th-century beheading practices!

deeply unsexy vampirism

haunting-as-dysphoria

3/5 stories brought to life in spooky, atmospheric detail by elisar's illustrations!

The charities we'll be donating proceeds to include Equality Texas and the Transgender Education Network, but I'm also keeping an eye out for other mutual aid orgs defending the rights of trans youth in the American Southwest.

🩸PURCHASE HERE (GUMROAD) 🩸

🩸 OR HERE (KO-FI)🩸

[sorawritesstuff]

yes he's a villain but what if he's in love with me

[ominous-feychild]

✦ OC In Three Tag ✦

Following an open tag by @creative-author!

Like them, I decided to do a few characters and have borrowed images straight from my characters' Pinterest boards! I'll admit, it was a challenge picking out just three pictures each... and since I was avoiding using artwork, it was incredibly hard to try to encapsulate Them™, but I think it went well, haha!

GENE | "VOLOS"

TAZIN | "SVAROG"

MISLAV BARAN

I'm ngl, after calling Gene and Tazin by their, ah, criminal names (Volos and Svarog) in the "felony tag" post, I've remembered just how much they added to their aesthetics, haha. I might just keep tagging them with those names alongside their actual names for a while... but also maybe not! Idk, haha!

OC In Threes: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 Part 6 | Part 6.5 | Part 7 | Part 8

Gently tagging: @the-golden-comet @honeybewrites @yourpenpaldee @the-letterbox-archives @fantasy-things-and-such

@darkandstormydolls @mysticstarlightduck

ngl, I'm probably going to make more of these... 👀

[the-letterbox-archives]

file (1)ALL-56-0190: most likely to

i've been sent this one a lot, glad i finally got around to it! this is a 'most likely to' tag game, where you answer which of your characters is most likely to do a certain thing as per the prompt. everyone's in the ring for this one!

thank you @the-golden-comet, @drchenquill, @urnumber1star, @willtheweaver, @ominous-feychild,

@paeliae-occasionally, @moltenwrites, and @gioiaalbanoart for tagging me!!

(warning: very long post)

1) most likely to faint

laszlo is pretty-fainting-victorian-woman coded, so i’d have to say him. sorry, bud.

2) most likely to enjoy art

if we mean creating art, it’s sunny (i hc she does nature/animal drawings in her spare time), if we mean appreciating art, it’s yaromyr (because he’s a softie and loves a good painting).

3) most likely to hate sports

daphne all the way. she has faked many sicknesses to get out of pe.

4) most likely to freeze if faced with something scary

either sunny or laszlo in the canon of their stories, but overall i’d go with ven.

5) most likely to eat the last bite of something

eira, he’s always got to have the last piece.

6) most likely to start an argument

so many of them. faye, sunny, sissy, sinon, danareth, eira, austine, maybe laszlo, and dulcinea, to single out some of the worst offenders.

7) most likely to own a cat

ven is a cat person for sure, theophania as well, though more in spirit, since it’d be hard for her to take care of one.

8) most likely to swim across a large river/channel without getting fatigued

possibly faye could do it with enough adrenaline, but sinon could fly over it…

9) most likely to not be a morning person and hates getting woken up too early

THIS IS LITERALLY VEN’S EVERYDAY LIFE.

10) most likely to learn a subject a day before exams (and still nailing it)

darcy does it on the regular.

11) most likely to pick up a stray animal

faye, because she’s adopted many frogs, but darcy and laszlo would if given the opportunity.

12) most likely to fall for a prank

sissy’s entire life is a prank.

13) most likely to pull an accidental all-nighter

tie between daphne and dulcinea, they are not good at self care.

14) most likely to get stranded on an island and thrive

sinon, he could use the privacy.

15) most likely to get bullied by a random child

johnnie, but she deserves it.

16) most likely to win an athletic event

hnnngh, nobody?

17) most likely to become a con artist

theophania, although she doesn’t really want to (she often is, though).

18) most likely to get lost in their own home

danareth, for the sole fact that the miyokav castle is HUGE and he never quite got his head around all of it.

19) most likely to burn something while cooking

laszlo, faye, willow, and austine can’t cook to save a life.

20) most likely to stop a robbery if they see it taking place

nobody i think, it’s entirely likely that they’d all either think it’s a) not their place, b) the robber needed the money, c) think they couldn’t do anything or d) it’d be funnier if it happened.

21) most likely to not tell people they’re sick until they really need the help

laszlo and sunny in canon, willow, alastair, and theophania by virtue of their personalities, and ven (without meaning to).

22) most likely to crush on their villain/enemy

sasha (it’s the stockholm syndrome).

23) most likely to skip breakfast

all of the teenagers.

24) most likely to have a niche obsession

danareth and yaromyr, also alastair!

25) most likely to steal what they need on moment

all the dumaresq kids.

26) most likely to start a fight

sissy and sinon whenever the other is in the same room as them.

27) most likely to do something that they’re gonna regret later

*side eyes all the protagonists*

28) most likely to arrive ridiculously early

sinon and laszlo, those meticulous mfs.

29) most likely to be in a relationship for less than a week

daphne WISHES!

30) most likely to secretly be really good at music, but just not tell anyone

lady, but mostly because she has no one to tell.

leaving this one an open tag, feel free to use the prompts i was given or make up your own!

tag list for the sillies: (avoiding double tag but i may have missed some)

@wyked-ao3, @48lexr, @melpomene-grey, @thecrazyalchemist, @thecomfywriter,

@.moltenwrites, @yourpenpaldee, @glassfrogforest, @.the-golden-comet, @.gioiaalbanoart,

@.paeliae-occasionally, @.ominous-feychild, @.drchenquill, @tc-doherty, @corinneglass

[clumsydoodles]

colorful trippy folk

[viivdle]

“Even after I met you – especially after I met you – I didn’t want to fix my heart. You made me want to tear it into even more shreds than it was already in. Gods, how I despised you. I think I still do.”

the ninth, and final, chapter of my jurdan fanfic bloodshed, crimson clover is out now!! i may cry over this i can't lie

[the-garden-of-electric-light]

Killing Cupid. I shot cupid.  Knocked his halo down.  Tore his wings off.  Turned 'em inside out.  Now, he’s just like me. 

[boldweepy]

I Am Doomed

I begin my days crawling up through the crust of the earth

to be hanged, drawn and quartered.

Twigs snap beneath my fingernails and flecks of wet soil

fly from my teeth as I let out a cry so ugly, my mother 

locks the doors from the inside. Inside, sterilized, safe

from a destiny so cruel, my father sinks like a stain into the carpet.

It had long been set in the stony eyes of fallen angels - the sinners

that swarmed my delivery room, scooped me into their arms, 

and christened me Doomed.

The karmic lasso around my neck tightens as I grow

into a foreign body. Time ticks miserably behind my ears, scoring

the misfortune that strikes each second acutely.

Someday, a bomb will erupt, and my heart will be catapulted into

new life, leaving behind the aged pieces of me.

Time is horrifying, I respect it.

I was doomed from my first bubbly breath 

to choke down sea-blue shots of decidedly so, 

pleading with unimpressed strangers until I evaporate from their

recent memories. Give me one more drink, one more chance

to tell you who I was mere hours ago. Expect something of me.

Don’t leave before resurrecting the human in me.

Doomed to rejection, I sway rhythmically into a safe state of apathy.

Lashes frozen in ancient mascara flutter rapidly.

I can only go down from here, and the universe knows this.

As my window of persuasion closes for the unforeseeable

future, the floor splits open. Gravity gathers me up like an 

eager collector. Is there any value wrapped taut in my

weathered skin, any transaction worth my saving?

Regardless, the earth will only return me to survive tomorrow.

The tick of time booms from deep within

the iron core as I’m dragged

politely to my doom.

-

by yours truly, @boldweepy

[lionofchaeronea]

This is just for fun. I hope you enjoy it.

TEXT:

THE GREEN MAN

The Green Man's not so far to seek: By glinting brook or flashing creek, You'll hear his chuckle easily In grass and flower, fern and tree.

If you're lucky, you might spy Him from the corner of your eye – But if you look at him straight on, A blink or two, and he'll be gone.

How old is he, this laughing soul? Before the plowshare took its toll, Before the soil began to bear Wheat and barley, he was there.

He leaps above, he creeps below, He makes the twining ivy grow, He calls the blood-red holly too: He makes the sleeping earth anew.

Tread lightly, all who dare to come Into the Green Man's forest home. Spare the axe and spare the knife, Claim no gentle creature's life--

Lest, straying from the wiser path, You rouse a deep and ancient wrath. For once the Green Man pulls you in, No man will see your face again.

[watercolorfreckles]

Of Oak and Sparrow

(Part 2 of The Girl Called Sparrow)

Sparrow returned to the fallen oak tree one final time.

To her, it was a skeleton. A creaking spine wrapped in an armor of bark that, in the end, wasn't strong enough to keep the true monsters at bay.

The sleeping hill was a graveyard beneath the weight of the tree that once crowned it.

Its branches reached toward the sky like bony fingers. The wind whispered through its foliage to pluck down the browning decay. Those same leaves crunched beneath the sole of her boot. She imagined her faerie's hair muting into an earthy brown to match it.

Sparrow traced the scars in the exposed wood. Each mark splitting the stump was an open wound. Its roots and its core were a bleeding heart, severed from the rest of its great height and graceful limbs.

In the tree rings, she saw his fingerprint. Her Kind Oak. The fae who'd held her heart in his hands and treated it with gentleness.

Her tears soaked into the wood's cracks and grooves, fingers tightening around the acorn that promised her a chance at a future.

The encroaching winter drained the life of the forest away. When Sparrow left her home, it felt as a hollow corpse.

She walked until her feet ached and her body swayed with exhaustion. She sank down against the cover of a mossy knoll, eyelids begging for rest. But it would be of poor manner not to acknowledge her hosts.

Sparrow picked three long strands of grass and weaved them into a ring, testing it on her own finger before sliding it off and tucking it into the knot of a tree.

She spoke aloud to any fae that might be near. Listening. Waiting. "I apologize for my intrusion. I am merely passing through, and am most grateful for your hospitality as I take a night's rest. I left you a gift in the hole of that tree. I hope you take no offense to my presence."

Shivering even beneath the thick wool of her cloak, she let her eyelids drop closed as the night swallowed her up.

Sparrow awoke to a pale sun and frost on her lashes. Her breath formed clouds in the morning chill. Scrubbing the sleep from her eyes, her hand slipped into her pocket, seeking the familiar comfort of her Oak's acorn.

Her heart lurched. She checked again. It wasn't there.

Straightening, she scrabbled through the crust of frost coating the ground around her, searching with a despair that made her dizzy. "No- Where--"

"Tell me, I am dreadfully curious, what is so valuable about this acorn?" spoke a voice like crushed velvet.

Sparrow jolted, swiveling around. Her breath caught.

Before her was a fae that glistened like a winter star. His eyes held the glint of cold steel. A knife's edge, harrowing and beautiful all at once. The gently falling snow avoided him in its path.

Pinched between his moon-pale fingers, was her acorn.

Sparrow's heart gave another awful tug.

She reached for it before she could stop herself. The acorn disappeared into the fae's fist as his lips lifted into a flash of pearly teeth. A little too sharp and a little too amused. Something about it reminded her of the maw of a hungry cat.

Sparrow swallowed. She dropped to her knees. "Forgive me. You startled me."

"Such a pretty gift," the faerie murmured. He lifted his other hand, the ring she'd offered up wrapped around his index finger. Surely he was mocking her. It looked terribly simple against the porcelain of his skin. "It is refreshing to meet a human who still knows the old ways. Are you going to answer my question or do I need to repeat myself?"

Sparrow's fingers twisted in her lap. Her blood ran cold. "I need that acorn to resurrect one who is dear to me."

The fae hummed, holding up the acorn again and glancing it over. "This is magik born of the fae wilds."

Her stare tracked his hand as if he were carelessly handling glass. "I have no knowledge of its origin. Only that the tree this acorn fell from was tethered to a fae who could not leave its shadow. The tree was cut down. I need to plant that acorn to give him renewed life."

The fae's smile was that of a predator toying with its prey because it found the creature's helplessness against it adorable. He crouched in front of her, nimbly balanced on the balls of his arched feet.

His head tilted. "Give me your name and I'll return your precious acorn to you."

"That, I cannot give you," Sparrow said softly. "My acorn is no use to me if I am too intoxicated by your sway to plant it."

"What difference does it make?" The fae's cadence was the crackling of a candle flame; the sparks that rain down from a shooting star. "Even if you plant the seed, years will pass before it grows tall enough to harbor your fae in its shadow; a great many years longer than if this were an ordinary acorn. Magik born of the faerie realm behaves as the fae wilds do. Time is of little consequence there. A moment is stretched for decades.

"Humans age in an instant. What will your dear one think of you when time creases your face and steals your youth? What will happen when you fall away to dust and your love is trapped alone in the confines of a shadow?"

It took the taste of metal in her mouth to realize she'd bitten down on her lip. Her insides swam.

Her mother's voice was clear in her head:

Do not make dealings with the fae.

Follow the rules of fae etiquette.

Do not owe anything to the fae. They will always collect.

But if he could magik a better way... If she could see her love again...

Sparrow forced the fear from her voice. Fae hated weakness, her mind screamed. "Will you make a deal with me?"

The faerie's wicked smile split further across his perfect face. "I was hoping you'd ask."

Look at meeee, i posted twice in a little over one week

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[natalyabby]

~ 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝟣𝟧+ 𝓂𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒽𝓁𝓎 𝓈𝓅𝑜𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓇𝓈 ! 🪷🥀♡🌊🎶

It truly means so much to me to think that my music is connecting with people enough for them to feel inclined to listen, save, add to their personal playlists, comment, etc. 🫶🏼 I am incredibly grateful and excited about the opportunity I have to reach people through my own art🤍

If you're coming across this post & you don't know who I am- hey, I'm Natalya & I make musicc :) ♡ I have been involved with music my whole life + writing songs all through my teen years, and I've finally started actually releasing music which is awesome :) If you would like to listen to what I create & potentially find a new 'underground' artist you enjoy; here's my Spotify! :

TikTok - @natalyaros3

IG - @natalyaros3

💕 my YouTube 💕

[saintmichale]

Flora and Fauna ~ the undead heart of winter ~ winter prompt list 2023

This year I went for a little bit a wild card, and didn’t choose an MCR theme for my prompt list. This is an attempt to make this more inclusive to a growing audience, but also a personal choice. For the longest time, I have always dreaded the coming of winter as a cold sign of dark nights and the death of world around me. I desperately awaited the arrival of spring. But this year I’ve tried to focus more on the things that are still alive, the evergreen parts of the world that live on through harsh conditions. Some plants thrive most in the bitter frost, and some creatures become king of the sleeping forests. So this year for the prompt list I wanted to hone in on that world and bring it all to you for this year’s winter prompt list.

Dont fear the dead

Xoxo McKay

[holopossums]

While I do think there is a small problem with people not engaging with or sharing creative work/fan work on here (or other sites that don't run on algorithm like AO3), I don't think the answer is to be ridiculous about it either.

A much better way to address it is leading by example: reblog/share and add positive comments yourself! People will catch on that it's cool, that it's okay and they have nothing to be anxious about, and start doing it too.

Wagging fingers or complaining tends to do very little. Thankfully, people emulating those they admire is a powerful thing. You can simply model behavior you want to see and some people may start catching on.

But it won't get any better if you don't do your part too. So don't worry so much about others. Focus on what you're doing and how you engage with creative works and fandom. Be a positive force yourself and the rest will follow.