#janet fey

[meep--tm]

my new DND character name of Janet Wells. she tells everyone her name is just Jane. she's your most insufferable coworker and also the prettiest fey lady you've ever met

[criticalchicken]

Do you think they'll ever release a version of the Phoenix Wright Trilogy where Maya doesn't talk to herself?

[haute-lifestyle-com]

Maggie Moore[s], from Screen Media, presents an unpredictable murder mystery, as one bad choice creates a domino effect and snowballs into an insidious rash of violence, the local sheriff, and his deputy work to find the killer

[almightycrisprat]

from what ive heard in the original japanese apollo used a lot of teen boy slang, but the localisation didnt really translate it all that well, so he kinda sounds a bit like too similar to phoenix but trust issues. also hes 5 foot 5 so that probably doesnt help his case either, hes like the shortest adult guy in the whole series. like hes shorter than the women who like peak at 5 foot 6 bc capcom are pussies thats how short he is

AJ: AA UPDATE (TURNABOUT CORNER)

AAAAAHDSAGHABHSDHKHKNDSKABKASHGAJAAADG I CANT WATCH THIS IN SCHOOL 😭😭😭😭

SOME CREEP STOLE TRUCY'S FUCKING PANTIES?? AAHSHIDKBSKBDKS HELP NOO EWW (edit later on: ok they're a magic prop thank god)

every time i see a "???" name i get really excited and think klavier's about to be introduced just to find out it's fucking ema skye no hate but where's my gay prosecutor to my gay defense attorney?? =(

OH MY GOD THERE'S ANOTHER PANTIESTEALING CASW AHAHHADHJSK

WHY DOES EVERYONE THINK APOLLO IS A KID?? I GET TRUCY BUT IS APOLLO REALLY THAT CHILDISH?? I KNOW HE'S SHORT BUT LIKE HAGAHSHJ

OH MY GOD I SEE THE BIKE

FINALLY YES THE GAY PROSECUTORRJISBHKDBS

WAIT YOU GUYS WEREN'T JOKING?? "THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I'VE FELT THIS WAY WITH A MAN" IS LITERALLY THE FIRST THING HE SAYS TO HIM WHAT OMG

THE WAY KLAVIER STANDS IN THE COURTROOM AHDSASDSAJ HE'S SO GAY

[blueblueberryjam]

excerpt from a fey tim au

“Hello. What’s your name?” 

He doesn’t answer. Can’t answer. He doesn’t have one. 

The human child huffs. “I’m Tim-o-thy,” the child pronounces carefully. 

It’s an accident. It’s instinct.  “Can I have it?” he asks. The words spill over his lips. 

“Have what?” The child tips his head in confusion. 

“Can I have your name?” he repeats. He wants. He’s never wanted anything more in his young life. His chest aches with it. 

“It’s Timothy,” the child repeats, and the taste of the name rests lightly on his tongue. It’s plain and bland, but it eases the ache inside of him, the emptiness that he only recognizes as it dissipates. 

Greedly he snatches onto the name. Timothy. He licks his lips, and the child in front of him shudders and then starts to cry. The child’s adult runs over, concerned. 

“Timothy?” she asks, bouncing the child on her hip. The now nameless child cries harder. Timothy, newly satiated, watches. Perhaps… perhaps the nameless child feels what Timothy felt. 

Listening to the child’s wails puts a pit in his stomach, interrupting the lovely fullness there from the name. The thought of giving up the name, though, makes him want to cry instead. He can’t go back to the gnawing at his bones, gaping in his stomach, the longing in his chest. 

Carefully, he cradles the name next to his chest and breaks it in half. Maybe this will do? Immediately, the hunger returns, less than it was, but he still aches and yearns. Something in his chest, his very soul maybe, is reaching out, searching for something he only now knows he is missing. But as he relinquishes his claim on half the name, the child’s wails quiet to wimpers. 

The child and the adult leave the park. 

Janet walks over. “Do you have a name, little one?” she asks, stroking a hand possessively over his hair. 

Tim nods. 

[arendaes]

All right, so Satyr!Siani didn't work out, I'm back to playing them as a half-elf, but I am still thinking about changing their backstory a little. Or rather, expanding on what I originally intended to be their backstory.

Idk if I ever mentioned why I named them Siani, but their name is a Welsh equivalent of Janet, and when I was originally brainstorming their backstory I had thought about making it very Tam Lin-inspired (the main character of the ballad is typically named Janet.) My initial thought was for Siani to actually come from a rather poor family/village, and have a childhood friend that they were very close to and secretly in love with.

One day, their friend went missing, and Siani was able to track them down to a mysterious carnival that had appeared in the nearby woods. After exploring the carnival, becoming more and more certain it wasn't from the Material Plane, Siani was finally able to find their friend, enthralled to a powerful fey. Nothing they could say or do could convince their friend to come back with them, and it was only after Siani tried to play their favorite song on their violin for them that the archfey themselves offered them a deal - they'd let their friend go, but Siani had to stay in their place. Being young and in love, Siani agreed, convinced their friend would find a way to save them in turn.

They did not, and as the years wore on, Siani began to realize the relationship might have been more one-sided than they thought.

I still want Siani's patron to be Tasha and for the carnival to specifically be the Witchlight, so I might have to tweak some details. but honestly I think this is better than what I had initially decided on. It just needed...a year in the oven 😅

[nekoannie-chan]

Looking for fics

If have fanfics of the following characters:

Brock Rumlow.

Runaways.

Tandy Bowen.

Ororo Munroe.

Lorna Dane.

PRIDE.

Morgan le Fey.

Nico Minoru.

Clarice Fong/Ferguson.

Rogue.

John Proudstar.

Stepford Cuckoos.

Sinthea Schmidt.

Janet van Dyne.

Doctor Doom.

Mister Sinister.

Dottie Underwood.

Michael Morbius.

Ana/Satana Helstrom.

Daimon Helstrom.

Jack Rollins.

The divine pairing.

Tina Minoru.

But posted on Tumblr because I’m looking for add them to my recommend list on here as you know that’s the way I support writers on this platform. Let me know or tag me, please.

My reading guidelines here.

[purplekoop]

I haven't mentioned my DnD character Vespie in ages, and it's been so long that I think it'd be deranged trying to recap the whole thing. For the absolute bare minimum:

She's a fairy princess next in line for the throne

She's also a wasp who can summon an entire army of mini magic wasps

Take a wild guess what superhero she's based on

She also has a bee cat who doesn't do anything intrinsically useful. Her name is Majesty.

She ran away from home and then made a deal with a compass-faced fey entity for a magical compass that took Vespie from her home dimension to the normal dimension

She then fell out of the sky onto a pirate island where upon impact she broke the compass instantly. This is a problem.

She was quickly rescued by a nice snake lady who she traveled with for a bit alongside varying degrees of other people. Eventually they parted ways but god I can't go into all the other party member swaps for Several reasons but the two members of the party to stick around from day one to now are Vespie and another fairy named Yvette. She's blue and french and has a WHOLE lot of other problems but she's amazing.

Anyways after a bit the initial party forms the compass person came around to ask about that broken compass deal (not in a friendly way they turned a whole town into animals for a bit as a threat) so that's weighing on her now

A while later the party changes and all that fun stuff, more adventures and whatnot are had with the new gang

At some point it's revealed Yvette (the daughter of a pair of rich fey corporate overlords) is in an arranged marriage with Prince Benyllidae (Vespie's younger brother). Yvette's first response to a picture of him was laughing at him profusely. At this point Vespie's kept the royalty thing secret so she's internally screaming at All Of This.

Someone predicted the royalty reveal AGES ago but they left early on so nobody cared

Ironically the name of the cat didn't tip them off much

Somewhere along the line (I GENUINELY can't remember when) somehow they find out that Vespie's moms (the two queens of the underground bug fey kingdom)

More angst is had, someone steals the compass for a bit and that's not good on the mental health but she's fine I promise.

Eventually Vespie learns that her brother was just maimed to near-death, with his wings destroyed and himself barely surviving. After very thoroughly admitting she's Not Okay she also admits to everyone she's the missing princess.

At this point she gets a new edgy costume. Not necessarily because of her mental health being hacked at every few days like an axe to a log, but more so because there was a dress up event and I thought it'd be neat.

The party also all got special random mount familiars, and Vespie somehow ended up getting a hell wasp.

The hell wasp's name is Janet. She makes motorcycle sounds.

Not too long after that though one of the other party members reveals he was the one who almost killed her brother. Vespie then runs off, and calls the compass person to repay her debt for not fixing the compass because she feels so awful this might as well happen.

Turns out the debt collection method is to fix the compass's broken crystal needle by using Vespie as the replacement piece. Eventually the party bargains a way to get her back because they love the little freak so much but spirits are pretty low still

So they go on their way to start dealing with that and on the way encounter a Giant God Damn Robot

So

Right before Vespie did the stupid thing she sent her cat back home with a message to her two longtime best friends to finally wake up the robot that's been dead in the castle's basement for a thousand years but was gradually been repaired by one of the friends, and was sent to go find Yvette

So now instead of Vespie they have a giant robot

The robot doesn't have a real name and has been conscious for barely 20 hours by the time she meets the party

They give out their internal working name of "Faermaton Protomodel 1" and so for now she's just been called FPM-1 for short.

Or FPS

She can turn her one hand into an arm cannon

She also has healing capabilities and can double her size at will

Note Yvette also has a spell that can double the size of more or less anything so that brings FPM to a max of 32 feet tall whenever the hell that's needed

She knows basically nothing but the bare essentials for her intended function as a high-end security guard for the royal family and so within the first day of meeting her the party (drunk) explained to her uh. How sex works. And then gave her a smut book for further reading.

Despite this she has a programmed profanity filter

She's also vaguely similar to the more human-sized robots called Aeormatons that the party has encountered before, which hail from an ancient bygone civilization of sky elves (the ancestors of fairies in this world).

Worth noting that the guy who almost killed the prince is also a sky elf who lost his wings and was sent forward in time to the current day. He's also a were-rat. Like a werewolf but a rat. His name is Cathy and he's great too.

Just this last session, a screen on her stomach played a corrupted message from what what we assume is her creator. After this, the party opened FPM up, went inside her while she's at max size, and discovered: 1: She doesn't have a physical power source 2: Her body has an even more robotic and literal internal system that has no knowledge of what FPM's normal consciousness does, and also leaves that normal self unconscious while active. 3: This internal system somehow has information about somebody called the Void King, which was a spooky bedtime story in Cathy's time that may in fact be a real world-ending threat more serious than the MULTIPLE other powerful entities the party was already dealing with.

FPM can in fact. Run DOOM.

Also to cap off this insane rambling, reference art of:

Vespie (original outfit)

Majesty

Vespie (outfit 2.0)

And finally FPM-1 (rough sketch, had to rush this to have it in time for her debut session and have been to sidetracked to update it)

No I don't have art of Janet. I'm sorry.

[stringhq]

Mwf? This looks amazing!!!!

thank you so much! i'd love to see alexa demie, america ferrera, anne hathaway, anya taylor joy, ayo edebiri, brittany snow, carey mulligan, chase sui wonders, coco jones, courteney cox, elizabeth lail, fka twigs, halle bailey, havana rose liu, jane de leon, jenna ortega, jessie buckley, maggie q, margot robbie, melissa barrera, mia goth, rachel sennott, sophie turner, sydney sweeney, tati gabrielle, taylor russell, victoria pedretti, willa fitzgerald, and zendaya. there are a bunch of ideas under the cut too from when i was in a spooky mood!

abbey lee, addison rae, aimee carrero, alexandra jensen, alison oliver, allison williams, alona tal, alyssa sutherland, amanda seyfried, america ferrera, andi matichak, angela bassett, antoinette robinson, anya taylor-joy, ayo edebiri, bahar pars, bethlehem million, billie lourd, brittany snow, caitlin stasey, carey mulligan, celeste o'connor, chase sui wonders, chloe bailey, cleopatra coleman, courteney cox, devyn nekoda, dominique fishback, elizabeth moss, ella balinska, emily tennant, fivel stewart, florence pugh, georgina campbell, gideon adlon, gillian anderson, gina gershon, grace byers, havana rose liu, hayden panettiere, hong chau, jane adams, janet mcteer, jasmin savoy brown, jenna coleman, jessie buckley, judy greer, julie bowen, kaia gerber, kaitlyn denver, kathryn newton, katie winter, keke palmer, kiernan shipka, kirby howell-bapitiste, kristen stewart, lady gaga, liana liberato, lily sullivan, lola zackow, lucy boynton, lucy hale, maggie q, maika monroe, maria bakalova, marin ireland, marley shelton, meghan martin, melissa barrera, mia goth, michelle yeoh, mikey madison, miranda otto, myha'la, nell verlaque, neve campbell, nichole sakura, odeya rush, olivia holt, paris jackson, portia doubleday, rachel sennott, renata vaca, rosamund pike, ruby cruz, samara weaving, sandra oh, sarah snook, shabana azeez, shannyn sossamon, shawnee smith, silvina sabater, sonia ammar, sophie thatcher, sophie wilde, sosie bacon, taissa farmigo, taylor russell, tina fey, virginia gardner, x mayo, or yvonne orjii!

[feyres-divorce-lawyer]

The shatter me thing…I noticed this too a while back but never saw anyone talk about it until tumblr. I can’t speak on the how close lines or anything like that are but I will say the similarities between the way the fandom reacts to criticism and the weird double standard plot line is crazy. Aa/ron War/ner also sa’s Juli/ette and almost none of the fandom acknowledges it. I don’t think Aa/ron is quite as bad as Rhy/sand but still. The only video talking about it I found was a girl making fun of someone for bringing it up and the comments, literally just switch the names (Aa/ron for Rhy/sand, Juli/ette for Fey/re, and Ad/am for Tam/lin) exact same reactions and arguments. Total deja vu.

Ta/herah Ma/fi is the original tho so credit where credits due and I don’t think she’s wrote something like that again so at least there’s that.

sarah janet is never beating the plagiarism accusations

[ryutarotakedown]

Ace attorney? 001 for the ask game

[ask game link] ACE!!! ATTORNEY!!!!! okay im going with original trilogy for this because the prequels and sequels are both their own thing so [cracks knuckles]

Favorite character: oh god ive got a “no opinion” for the first damn question uhhh. im going to go with pearl because i think she is underappreciated. pearly pearls pearl fey i love you im sorry your mother sucks

Least Favorite character: mmmmm writing-wise would be terry fawles. in-game-wise would be morgan fey easily what a woman! i love hating her. one of the most chilling depictions of controlling parents ive come across ever

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): okay i can’t forget platonic ships this time. in no particular order: narumitsu, franmaya, nick & maya & pearl, iris & everyone but especially edgeworth, and. blanks. MIEGO I CANT BELIEVE I FORGOT THEM

Character I find most attractive: phoenix. sorry.

Character I would marry: no one in these games is marriage material thats why i love them. okay thats not true i’d probably marry bikini

Character I would be best friends with: phoenix again. charmed by his hater swag.

A random thought: recipe for turnabout was good okay no where are you going

— i just. yes the stuff with jean sucks majorly (i went in armed with janet hsu’s trivia that he is meant to be a cis gay drag-performing guy and thus had a better experience than most people did i think) but the last turnabout was fucking spectacular. i love when phoenix straight up lies.

An unpopular opinion: crap, but that just now *was* my unpopular opinion! okay uhh. i really like how godot and iris and misty have the exact same guilt complex going on. i think if you have different opinions on the three of them you are somewhat missing the point (like yes misty did abandon her children and yes godot is mean sometimes but like. at their core. they are So Much the same and that is what destroys them and also what starts off bridge to the turnabout.)

— also i think that aa4 should have been phoenix and maya destroying the death penalty because they’ve realized that the truth is necessary yes but also punishment does not work and will never get only the imaginary perfect bad person because all aa villains are human but especially in the end with godot. and then they should deal with the ramifications of the fact that this means morgan will not be subjected to the death penalty

— OH ALSO phoenix was absolutely in the right to take pearl along to investigations in jfa 2-4. can you imagine being what, 8 years old, and your only family left in the entire world is kidnapped, and your other only family left in the entire world fucking leaves you because you’re a kid and ooh kids shouldn’t be exposed to violence ooh? i would have killed phoenix wright. i don’t care if gumshoe babysits her or she gets sent to a daycare or something i would have still killed him. she deserves to be up to date on everything she deserves to see him at his most honest

My canon OTP: miego because i mean. they Are the only canon otp. unless you allow platonic otps in which case it’s nick & maya & pearl again

Non-canon OTP: narumitsu. i am basic and proud.

Most badass character: phoenix and franziska are wrestling for that spot and franziska is winning by sheer dint of the fact that she is 18 years old and fucking Did All Of That while alone and scared and 18 years old

Pairing I am not a fan of: i respect multishipping but i cannot fucking do it for the life of me so like. pretty much anything i have not listed above. wait no lanamia’s fine. everything other than the above and lanamia

Character I feel the writers screwed up: uhhhhhhh hm. not really anyone… larry i suppose? i don’t actually think they did him that badly though, im very invested in him & pearly bonding in heavenly hall. i do also think maya should have gotten some more time to shine in bridge but that’s not a fault of her characterization.

— OH WAIT NO everyone in big top who was in that love triangle except regina. i like all of them as characters and do not want any of them to be predators thanks. I genuinely think it’d be so good if ben max and bat were all 16-18 it drives in the whole “younger than you think they are” theme with franziska

Favorite friendship: nick and maya. of course. honorable mention to larry and pearl who i think discover that they are aromantic together

[sylvana-the-tsarina]

This story was just one rabbit trail of What-Ifs after another, all inspired by the tale of Tam Lin. Thanks, Red.

To Become a Lost Soul

Janet had perhaps seven years to her name when she met them.

It was a brief encounter, but a vivid one, such that she was still processing it when they met the second time. That second time was a visit, a visit from the Fey, and Janet had never in her life been so terrified and awestruck.

She’d never seen her father look so frightened either. Graeme was a large man with a solid sturdiness to him that made one think he could shoulder a mountain if he so wished, and though he had a kind soul, it was the type to be hidden from the observer behind a thick beard and stern grey eyes. Needless to say, to see him almost cowering before them was more fear-inspiring to her than the Fey themselves.

How many of them glided into the grand hall of the fort, she did not know, for the Fey leading the procession drew her eyes and the rest blurred into a muddle of sharp smiles and rustic grandeur in a certainly unnatural way. This Fey was their Queen, so her posture and crown proclaimed, and she was ethereal. A tall figure that towered over everyone, long hair that swept the floor, and such narrow beautiful features. The smile would have been friendly if there wasn’t so much teeth to it; clearly she felt at home in their wood & stone manor with its richly woven rugs and tapestries, despite her simple flowing robes and bare feet.

Her eyes swept the room once before landing on Janet’s form hiding behind her father, and the smile grew wider. Smiles should not be so terrifying, is what Janet thought to herself while her father placed a protective hand on her head. Smiles should make a person feel nice. Smiles should say they’re harmless.

The Fey were anything but harmless.

“To what do we owe the pleasure of your visit?” her father’s voice rumbled. He had solidified again somewhat — likely their interest in his daughter had triggered his paternal instincts.

“My, such a charming young man,” the Fey Queen crooned. Her voice was strange in a way Janet couldn’t place, the tone as though she wasn’t talking to them, but rather about them. “You must be her father. It is only right that such a lovely child would have a lovely father. How befitting indeed.”

The full weight of her gaze was once again resting on Janet’s face, and though her knees threatened to give out beneath her, Janet ordered her expression to morph into a properly friendly smile. No teeth, not from her.

That seemed to satisfy, or perhaps delight, the Fey, whose smile grew to truly unnerving lengths as she said, “Such a sweet-ling! Her presence in my abode to-day was quite the pleasure. She fairly brims with potential. Potential, so much potential indeed… it would be such a shame to see it wasted.”

“Wasted, fair lady?” The man’s tone was cautious.

“Why, indeed. Though she possesses charm in abundance, true grace is that of the fey’s; grace that will take her far in the world, grace that I shall bequeath her.”

“The fair lady is excessively kind in her gifts; my daughter only meant to extend hospitality as she has been taught,” Graeme said, quiet and careful.

At the time Janet couldn’t understand it, couldn’t understand that her father had just saved her from owing the fae a debt whilst giving the Fey Queen a mild push to retract her offer, without outright denying her. She couldn’t imagine the way she would turn that string of words over in her head for years to come, marvelling at the protection it had given her. Just then she only understood that it made the Fey Queen either very angry or very amused; the light that flared in her eyes wouldn’t let Janet know which it was.

The Fey Queen tilted her head and gave a little laugh, the sound like the ones the birds made when scared from the bushes. “Such a family is certainly deserving of gifts periodically. Do you not think it so, Tamlin?”

“Yes, Mother.”

That was when she first saw the boy.

He was definitively Fey; the way he flowed forward from the rest of them to stand next to the Queen when she addressed him, the paleness of everything about him (from his eyes to his hair), and the calm lack of expression on his face were distinctly not human. But while he resembled his mother somewhere in his features, he lacked her eerie otherworldliness, instead projecting a serenity and safety that eased Janet’s death grip on her father’s cloak.

Their eyes met, and though his mask didn’t move (why did she think it was a mask?) she thought she saw some curiosity and… fear in his eyes.

Why was he afraid? He was one of them. What was so scary about Janet in comparison?

This puzzled her enough that she would have missed what was said next if it hadn’t come from the Queen.

“There is much Tamlin can learn from the sweet-ling, I am sure, so I will have him present the gift,” she said, placing her hand on his shoulder in a way that would have mirrored Janet’s father if Tamlin hadn’t stiffened ever so slightly when she did. “Be a good boy and give it to her, Tamlin.”

The boy-Fey was motionless for a moment, still looking at Janet without a change in his expression. She got the feeling he was hesitating.

“Mother, perhaps-”

“Yes?” The Queen’s voice had gotten dangerously soft.

“It is nothing. I will give her the gift.”

He glided forward then, stopping a pace or so away from them, and Janet cautiously stepped forward to meet him, her father’s hand sliding off her head without resistance. Perhaps it was Tamlin’s presence that allowed it; perhaps he was the reason she could hope this wasn’t all some menacing trick.

The boy-Fey held his hands out and Janet placed her hands there, marvelling at how niveous he was. She glanced at the Queen, who was smiling eerily once more, then at her father, whose eyes gave her support, before looking at Tamlin again. It was then that she saw the apology in his eyes — and the very real fear.

Why is he afraid? she thought again. What could I possibly do?

And then it slowly occurred to her that perhaps she wasn’t the one he was afraid of.

Before she could do anything, he closed his eyes and began murmuring a strange chant that was taken up by the other Fey in the room; a chant made of sounds she didn’t understand how he could make, one that flowed around Tamlin and herself, and seemed to reach deep inside her heart, looking for something.

She was getting light-headed with the way it was reverberating around the room, ancient and otherworldly and wild. Oddly enough, though Tamlin’s expression was still composed, she could feel his hands shaking too. This did not sit right with her, so she squeezed them with what little energy she could muster, and felt him tighten his hold in response, as if he was asking reassurance and giving some simultaneously.

It found what it was looking for, the chant; found it, and then began to take it, dragging that something away from Janet. Something very important and integral to her, because it hurt and it hurt worse than fire. She would have uttered a cry, or screamed, but the chant had taken her energy without her noticing, and it was so loud, and she could only feel pain, and she couldn’t feel anything, and it was so dark, and she didn’t exist, and it was too bright, and nothing was real besides the fact that Tamlin was still holding her hands and she was holding his.

He was going through whatever she was going through, she knew without a doubt, so she kept holding on to him until she could blearily blink her eyes open and see that they had both collapsed onto the floor, sweet silence permeating the room.

It’s over, she thought with a sigh that felt strange. It’s all over.

Then her eyes closed and darkness overcame her.

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Later, her father would describe what happened as remarkable. The chant had brought out a light from both Janet and Tamlin, and their lights had flowed through the room, filling it with scents of berries and wild leaves and wet earth and stars, and livening the colours in the air, before it returned to them and everything settled once more. The Fae Queen had smiled down at the sleeping children and swept away without another word, leaving one of her entourage to pry apart their hands and take Tamlin’s unconscious form away.

Graeme had then scooped her up and brought her to her room, where her nurse (and their resident herbalist), Kenna, was summoned. Kenna had checked over her and identified nothing wrong, but the both of them had waited in fretful patience for Janet to wake up, anyway.

This all she heard perhaps a day or so after the incident. As it were, she came to in her bedroom, tucked in snugly under blankets with Kenna asleep on a chair nearby, the fireplace blazing comfortably. She lay still for a moment, a strange heaviness in her limbs, and then slowly sat up, feeling the last traces of strange dreams fade from her memory.

Something was wrong.

Her eyes skimmed the room, wondering what it was, and her uneasiness both lessened and grew when she couldn’t identify anything off. The blankets were slowly eased away, and she lightly pattered on to the floor, avoiding making any noise.

Why did she want to avoid making noise?

Janet stopped, puzzled. She’d never had a problem with being loud before. Graeme and the rest of the adults had nicknamed her a walking fireplace with how she blazed through the house, hopping about and uttering cheery remarks and filling the place with her warmth. Not that she was loud in a boisterous sort of way, she was too well brought up for that, but this sudden desire to be utterly silent was quite new.

It must be because the Fey’s visit was so frightening, and she didn’t want to distress poor Kenna’s nerves. Yes, that must be it. She was worried about Kenna.

This resolved, she glided over to where the windows were and drew the curtains aside to let light spill into the room. It was really too stuffy in here. Not enough air and light. Janet needed air and light; she couldn’t go without them.

She stopped again. Really? Were air and light so necessary? Well, however did she manage to go to sleep at night, then? Her father always closed the windows and curtains at night; it was too cold to do otherwise. Thinking about that now, though, made her feel kind of claustrophobic. What about the stars? The moon? The scent of lilies in the breeze?

Her head was aching, so she put a cold hand to it (why was she so cold?), hoping that would ease the pain. The sense of wrongness was strong — so strong. Why was Janet thinking all these things? What on earth had happened to her?

A little shimmer caught her eye, so she turned to look at what it was. That standing mirror wasn’t new, with its worn gold filigree and carved legs, and the girl it reflected back at her was familiar too…

Except…

Almost in a daze, she gently flowed forward and studied the person in the mirror. That was her figure, to be sure; small round freckled face, tiny button nose, large green eyes, and a head of thick, curly, brown-red hair. Everything she recognised as herself; everything except the expression on a face that was paler than it used to be.

That expression was familiar, though. She had seen it last on a snowy boy-Fey whose hands she’d held until they were taken apart.

Many minutes (or perhaps hours) passed as she stood there, stunned by that revelation; everything seemed suspended and still, her mind blank with disbelief. She was so absorbed that Kenna’s cry of surprise startled her to the point that Janet, the old Janet, would have jumped and uttered a cry herself, but she only gracefully tilted to face her nanny, carefully concealing every bit of dread and fear, though she did not know why.

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Everything was wrong.

He knew everything would be wrong. However, it was one thing to know and altogether another thing to experience. Wrongness could not be properly understood without feeling it oneself, and Tamlin would have preferred to go his entire life without understanding it.

The grass was uncomfortable under his cheek, and it took most of his willpower to prevent himself from shifting in discomfort. He had to understand before he did anything — a mindset he was thoroughly relieved to find still with him.

Where was he?

Ah. Right.

Still he kept his eyes closed, but strained to listen and feel everything he could from his surroundings. It was all the same- he recognised- and yet-

So new and unknown and terrifying. Off by a little margin. Dampened and hushed.

He was so scared.

Was that…. water… on his face? Why was there water on his face?

This phenomenon puzzled him enough to distract momentarily from the fear, and he sifted through his knowledge, trying to figure out what was going on. A few blurred moments later, two memories surfaced. One that was familiar, and the other that was new.

Crying. So that’s what it was. He was crying.

How strange. Tamlin had never cried before (or at least, he didn’t remember ever crying). This seemed to him to be a rather mellow kind of crying, if those other memories served him right, one where his tears simply slid down his face. There were other kinds: kinds that stole one’s breath so that it pained one, kinds that were noisy and messy, kinds that came from anger or joy. It was truly fascinating.

Although… he hoped he didn’t do any of those. Mother would…

He’d rather not think about it.

The grass was pricklier than ever, but he stayed still for about ten minutes more before allowing himself to get up, having confirmed that there was no one in the clearing with him. Opening his eyes for the first time since the ritual was a strange experience, and for a moment he panicked at his blurry vision before realising it was because of the tears. Rubbing his eyes and surveying his surroundings once more revealed that his vision was still not as good as it used to be, but it was better than he had expected.

He was too warm, he noticed. The girl, Janet, had been warm, so he supposed it wasn’t surprising, even if it was uncomfortable. Remembering her made a knot form in his chest, whether from guilt or the residual magic he was not sure. Perhaps both.

Magic. His magic.

Panic washed over Tamlin anew when he realised he couldn’t feel it anymore. Of course he couldn’t. He had expected as much, knew it wouldn’t be there. But one of the few things in his entire world that kept him safe had just disappeared, and he was scared. So very very scared.

There was the water, no wait, tears again. He swiped at his eyes again, trying to get it to stop. What would he do? Just what exactly would he do?

Inhale. Exhale. Think.

Something soft and warm bloomed in his heart for a moment before fading almost immediately. It stopped Tamlin’s thoughts altogether. Unlike the rest of the warmth, which still caused him some discomfort, that little spot of light had offered solace while it lasted.

He slowed. Closed his eyes. Breathed for a few minutes.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale.

Exhale.

And there it was again. Soft and warm, but far more present this time. The breathing continued until he was sure it wouldn’t disappear again, after which he turned his attention to it and studied it with a smudge of fascination.

Fascination that turned into a painful bit of hope once he recognised what it was.

So Janet had had magic. Was she aware of it? Well, considering how faint it was, probably not. In all likelihood, actually, it had only just awakened. With Tamlin, instead of the little redhead, which made that knot of guilt tighten again, but it was contrasted by his shoulders loosening with relief. If the magic had awakened before this, Mother would never have considered Janet at all.

Tamlin studied this new frail magic, trying to understand what it could do. Human magic was so very different from fey magic (if his own magic had been a good indicator of fey magic, that is): less wild and shifty, and more… calm. At home. It remained to be seen whether the relaxed air to him now was caused by the magic’s simple presence or by it, well, casting magic on him.

The peace couldn’t last for long, though.

Leaves rustled off the side and Tamlin tensed before turning to face the elegant, sharp Fey before him. Mother had come for her visit.

“Finally awake, are we, dear?” she said, the intonation on ‘dear’ as mocking as it had always been, her teeth sharpening in her smile. “Well? How do you fare? Happy, I hope?”

Tamlin stood and, for the first time in all his seven years, smiled back at her.

The response surprised him as much as it surprised his mother, sparking a profound relief deep in his heart and a wider smile from the Queen. To think that the friendly little Janet had hid herself behind her cheer, hid herself so well, in fact, that she had fooled even the Queen of the Fey.

Smiling didn’t suit Tamlin (this one made his face hurt because of how… much it felt to him, someone used to the barest ghosts of expressions), but it could protect him, and he was so very glad.

So he continued smiling, even as he said, “Yes, Mother.” Even as it drained his energy, even as the wrongness settled around him like fog in early mornings, he smiled.

Tamlin could protect himself. For just a little longer.

Next Chapter.

[a-palemoon-sliver]

I keep thinking about what a great yandere Tam Lin would make...

BACKSTORY:

for those who don’t know, Tam Lin (also Tamas Lin, Tam Lane, Tam-o-Lin, Tam O’Lynn, Tambling, and Tom Lin), is an old folk song from the Scottish Borders (part of Scotland directly north of England). The song is attested at least to 1549, and may be older, and it exists in many regional variants owing to its popularity over the centuries. Most versions of the song start with a warning to all maidens to avoid a particular wooded area, for in it lurks the titular Tam Lin, who takes from all maidens either the gold they wear, their green mantles, or their maidenhood. Then the song proper begins with a young noblewoman, usually named either Janet or Margaret, who decides to take a break from her sewing and go to the woods to fetch some flowers for her hat. She goes to the woods where Tam Lin live and picks a rose, then meets Tam Lin, a handsome young man who accosts her for picking a rose without his permission. She replies that she owns the woods because her father gave them to her, and she doesn’t need his permission, though he may live there. Then Tam Lin takes her by the hand and lays her down at the foot of a tree, and has his way with her, never once asking for her “leave” (permission). After they finish Tam Lin disappears, and Margaret/Janet goes back home.

A few weeks pass, and it becomes apparent that Margaret/Janet is pregnant, which is noticed by her father in some versions and a servant in others. In the versions with her father, he asks which of his knights is the father, and she replies that no earthly man is the father. Then she goes back to the woods to pick an abortifacient, and is accosted again by Tam Lin, who pleads with her not to pick the plant and kill the baby she got by him. She asks Tam Lin if he’s an earthly man. In some versions, Tam Lin tells her he’s a fairy and knight of the Fairy Queen, and in other versions he tells her he was originally a mortal man who was captured by the Queen of the Fairies while hunting one day. Regardless of the version he seems to tell the truth. Either way, he is to be sacrificed to Hell on Halloween Night as the Fairy Realm’s Tithe to Hell, which happens once every seven years. Tam Lin tells Janet/Margaret the he wants to be the baby’s father, but she must rescue him from the fairies by hiding somewhere along their route and then grabbing and pulling him from his horse as they ride by. He tells her that he’ll be changed into several fearsome animals, but she must hold on and not fear him. All this happens later that night: the Fairy Court rides by, Margaret/Janet pulls Tam Lin down from his horse, he’s changed into a lion, a snake, and then a hound and/or a red-hot bar of iron, and she holds on throughout all these things. Finally the fairies transform him into a naked human man, and she flings her mantle (cloak) over him, symbolically wedding him to herself and to the human world. The Fairy Queen is enraged at losing Tam Lin (who’s hinted to be her former lover), and she curses them both at their deception.

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SCENARIO:

Now I’m imagining a version of the story that starts off the same way. A young woman venturing into the woods, fearless of the legendary man who lurks within, intent on finding some flowers to beautify herself with. She’s accosted by a young man who’s unearthly handsome, with sharp, beautiful fey features and curly hair. He tells her off for picking flowers without her permission, and she grows incensed and tells him saucily that the woods are hers, and she doesn’t need his permission. He’s never had a girl talk back to him before, and he’s incensed in turn, but he takes a liking to her bravery at the same time, so he decides to make love to her. He comes close to her, says a few words of love, and starts kissing her. He’s so handsome that it all feels like a dream to the woman, so she doesn’t mind. She doesn’t mind either has he guides her gently down the forest floor, or that he doesn’t ask her leave either. He’s so calm and assured that it’s hard to even imagine a contrary course of action taking place. He opens her clothing slowly and gently, and massages her with practiced fingers, getting her ready. Then he enters her, and his hips thrust with a steady, erotic rhythm. He’s had a lot of practice, he knows exactly how to please a woman. He makes love to her in the forest, and climaxes inside her, burying himself deep with a grunt or a moan. He kisses her one last time, and then he disappears on the wind.

The young woman grows pregnant with his child, all according to plan. He knows he’s potent, he’s bedded women before, and not a one stayed barren under his touch. He hoped to babytrap at least one of them successfully, but all of them aborted his children, picking pennyroyal or some similar herb, unwilling to bear the stigma of bearing a fatherless child. When the young woman comes back to the forest, not to see Tam Lin, but to pick the aborting herb, like all the other women before her, Tam Lin is distraught. Happiness has eluded him too many times before, he can’t let it happen again. So he appears before her out of thin air, and begs her not to pick the herb. She asks him if he’s human, and he knows that she knows the legends surrounding him. So he tells her a story about him originally being mortal. he went hunting one bitterly cold day, and fell from his horse. The Fairy Queen, with waiting hands caught him, and stole him away to live beneath the hills with her. He lies to her. He’s lived for so long as a fairy he’s grown tired of it, and for a century or two now he’s fantasized about settling down with a mortal woman and becoming mortal himself through marriage to her. He could tell from the woman’s tone of voice that she wouldn’t marry a fairy man, so he pretends he’s not a fairy. And as a fairy, he knows the laws of Fairyland better than any mortal, so he knows of a way out. She has to steal him away, the way fairies steal humans away, and claim him for herself, symbolically wedding him to the human realm to make him human. And he knows that he’ll be among the retinue as the Fairy Queen rides on Halloween night; not as the sacrifice, that’ll be another fairy, but as his Queen’s knight.

He formulates the plan so quickly, he’s impressed with himself, and he explains it to the woman in exacting detail. She must hide along the road where the Fairy Court will ride, and steal him from his horse, and tells her which color of horse he’ll be riding. After she pulls him down, the other fairies will try not to let one of their own get away, and she must hold on as they turn him into many wild animals. If she does this without showing fear, they’ll eventually give up and turn him back, and she must throw her cloak over him. He leaves out that this will bind him to her, he doesn’t want to alarm her. And she agrees to all this. Oh, how over the moon he is that that! At last, a woman who’s willing to fight for him! The feeling is so intoxicating he wants to make love to her again right then and there, pin her down and mark her as something that belongs to him, so that she might never get away, but he limits himself to a single passionate kiss before he must disappear again, and return to the Fairy Realm. When he returns the Fairy Queen questions where he’s been. He says there was a trespasser in his woods he had to deal with. She feels a hint that he’s lying, and is angry, but she has no proof against him, so she orders him curtly to get dressed for the Halloween parade, and hurry. He doesn’t argue back, so has not to arouse her suspicion. Once, for many centuries, he was her lover, and she bestowed many favors on him for his beauty. But being a trophy lover, the beloved rather than the lover didn’t suit him, and it was centuries of the same thing, day after day after day, and he grew tired of the monotony of it all, and of his greedy heart always being left unsated. It’s been two centuries since he truly loved her. Two centuries since he’s been bedding mortal girls, hoping to find one to claim as his own.

True to her word, the young woman jumps up from the bushes and pulls Tam Lin off his horse as he rides by. The other fairies are shocked and outraged, and transform him into dangerous animals, but the woman remembers Tam Lin’s words and keeps hold of him through all the transformations, never letting go in fear. Finally they give up and transform him into a naked man, and she rips her cloak off herself and covers him with it, wedding him to the human world and binding him to her as husband and wife. And Tam Lin is over the moon. The Fairy Queen starts hurling curses down upon the two of them, but Tam Lin whispers to his love to ignore her, her words can’t hurt them. The woman’s body is tense with fear, but Tam Lin’s head is filled with fantasies of making her his wife, of fathering a family together, of living in domestic bliss. He knows she cannot escape him; she has bound him to her, unknowingly, and he will always know where she is. But he must ensure she never wants to leave him; he will fill her with his children, to tie her down, to make her his, and he will coo over her stomach every time it swells full with a new lovely thing. He will make love to her again and again, and be the most devoted husband in all mortaldom. He presses his naked form, muscled and beautiful from centuries of knightly duties, closer against her body, and wraps his strong arms around her comfortingly. He pulls her down into a passionate kiss, making her forget all those around them. She must think only of him, he must make her happy so she will never try to leave him. He stands and pulls her to her feet, and then he leads her away from the road, back through the forest, and finally to the manse where she lives, never once looking back. When they arrive the servants will awake the young woman’s father, and she will introduce Tam Lin as the father of her child. And Tam Lin’s beauty and charm will captivate her father, and ensure a warm place in his family. And they will have a Christian wedding, and he will gain an immortal soul. He knows all this in his heart, as they walk through the chill autumn night, and he guides her over treacherous twigs and tree roots. And he also knows that she is his, forever and always. Finally, he has someone to call his own.

[greensparty]

Stuff I'm Looking Forward to in January

Say hello to 2024! In addition to New Year's Day (Jan. 1) and Martin Luther King Jr. Day (Jan. 15) here is what on my radar this month:

Movies:

Mean Girls

The 2004 comedy Mean Girls has taken on a life of its own and in the 20 years since it has become a part of the lexicon ("Fetch is not happening"). Now there is going to be a remake of the Broadway musical adaptation. What makes me interested is that original writer Tina Fey has written / produced this one too. Opens 1/12.

Music:

Sleater-Kinney Little Rope

The always reliable Sleater-Kinney are back with their 11th album. The band's 2019 album The Center Won’t Hold was a polarizing album that was so polarizing drummer Janet Weiss left before its release, but I actually really dug it and I even named “The Future is Here” my #1 Song of 2019. Their first post-Janet Weiss album was Path of Wellness, which I named my #6 Album of 2021. Their newest album drops 1/19! (review to come)

Green Day Saviors

The 14th album from Green Day is being released weeks away from the 30th anniversary of Dookie. It is their first album since 2020's Father of All... and the songs I've heard so far are pretty good. Album drops 1/19.

The Smile Wall of Eyes

The last album by the side project of Radiohead's Thom Yorke and Jonny Greenwood and Sons of Kemet's Tom Skinner was A Light for Attracting Attention, an album so good I named it my #1 Album of 2022! The title song off their new album was recently released with a music video from Paul Thomas Anderson that was outstanding. New album drops 1/26!

Awards Season:

Awards season for the Best of 2023 is now in full swing and this month we have the Golden Globes (Jan. 7) and Emmy Awards (Jan. 15).

[shiverandqueeef]

adding some more info on Margaret Lindsay Suspected Lesbian Activity!

As mentioned by the original submitter, Lindsay very publicly dated Liberace and Cesar Romero, both of whom it should be noted never technically came out but were almost certainly gay. But even beyond her connection to queer Hollywood via Liberace and Romero, Margaret ran in queer social circles. Margaret was close friends with Jean Howard, Lili Damita, and Ann Page. All three actresses were known for partying with - in Howard's words - "the fey or gay boys" and were possibly queer themselves.

glamour headshots of actresses Lili Damita (left), Ann Page (centre), and Jean Howard (right)

In his 2001 book Behind the Screen: How Gays and Lesbians Shaped Hollywood 1910-1969, biographer/novelist William J Mann claims that Margaret was long-time lovers with actress Janet Gaynor

Janet Gaynor (left) and Margaret Lindsay (right)

Margaret did live with her sisters for many years, but eventually moved into a home in the Hollywood Hills with the actress Mary McCarty, whom Mann believes was her romantic life partner.

there aren't any photos of Mary and Margaret together that I could find (I'm sorry!), but literally every photo I found of Mary leads me to believe she was a fucking blast 😂

and that's it! but also here have a couple more pics of Margaret Lindsay being a certified babe <3

Propaganda

Margaret Lindsay (Frisco Kid, The House of the Seven Gables, Scarlet Street)—she was born in Dubuque, Iowa, then moved to England to make her stage debut. She framed herself as a British actress and moved back to America to try Hollywood, then starred with James Cagney in a bunch of movies. She was in the Ellery Queen movie series and The House of the Seven Gables. She never married (I suspect lesbian stuff) but lived with her sisters. She dated Cesar Romero and Liberace (I told you. Lesbian stuff.) Please include the pic of her in the tie [included above]

Mehtab (Chitralekha)—Mehtab was a popular Muslim actress who did a ton of Hindi movies. She came into prominence through the movie Chitralekha (1941) with a famous bathing scene in it. I couldn't find the clip itself but here's some discussion of the movie [video below the cut].

This is round 1 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut]

Margaret Lindsay:

Mehtab:

[courtleymanor]

[id: a large scroll superimposed over a background image of a green field with a few trees in the distance and a steep hill rising up against the clear blue skies. the contents of the scroll are a couple of rhyming verses followed by an attribution in centered text in old english font which reads: “far travailled they thence o’er hill and dell, until at last maeve bad the twa farewell, the fey janet yclept, and feyer still, her ghastly lemman. think ont what ye will, sae lang’s ye think o’ them nae ill. frae castle ruin tae old millhouse sent, yclad in rough clout tae them kindly lent, by maeve hersell, ance mare afoot they went, till footsore they became, wayworn and spent, the which in their blythe spirits put nae dent. ye ballad of janet and ye ghost girl”, /end id]