#old mother shipton

[kvetch19]

Primrose Hill

For a great view of the city have a look from this location. Old Mother Shipton, the infamous 16th century prophetess, had a few things to say about Primrose Hill, then situated in the fields outside the city. When London surrounded the hill, she predicted, the city's streets would run with blood.

[icelogged]

Old Mother Shipton's Cave, 🧸 🚲

[dont-offend-the-bees]

Spinning on That Dizzy Edge

So I was NOT gonna write one today. But then I had a train ride, a notes app, completionist tendencies and no self control. So I'm gonna keep the commentary short and sweet, as I am writing/posting all of this on my phone xD

Short, sweet, somewhat suggestive (the M rating is probably over-cautious, but Charles is feeling frisky!), no warnings off the top of my head. Bon appetit!

Title/various lyrics referenced in the fic are, of course, from Just Like Heaven by The Cure. The other lyrics referenced are A Little Respect by Erasure!

1k, M-rated, also available on Ao3. Thanks again, @painlandweek !

There was a haunting at the old Lamplighter's Arms. 'Least that's what the locals said.

It was an ancient place, older than the dirt, all bare brick and low beams. Inside there was an old upright piano, and it couldn't have been as old as the building, but no one could actually prove that. Dark wood and centuries of drunken etchings, a little warp and wonk in the keys that lent it a honky tonk air. No one knew how it had survived so long, and no one had ever had the heart to replace it. Or the courage to disturb a piano that, supposedly, on a dark and stormy night, was known to play itself.

Urban legend had it that it was the spirit of Susie Shipton, the old innkeeper's daughter - mournfully playing for her husband who went to sea, never to return. Singing sweet songs to lure his wandering spirit home from the troubled depths.

Unlike most pub-haunting legends Charles had come across, this one was actually bang on. Or at least it had been. They'd met Susie Shipton last year; lovely girl! And with a little help from the Dead Boy Detectives, she'd been able to shuffle off to her lovely afterlife. Hand in hand with that wayward soul she'd been singing to all those years. It was dead romantic — Charles might've had a bit of a cry about it.

Susie had moved on, but the Lamplighter still had a haunting. It had just swapped the one resident ghost for a couple of part-timers.

"Bit gloomy this one, innit?" said Charles, swaying on the spot. It was about as close to dancing as he could do when the tempo was this bloody wistful.

Edwin hummed, not looking up. His hands spidered effortlessly along the old wooden keys, picking out interesting little harmonies like it was nothing. He handled the notes like he was crafting a spell. "Mother used to play this one." His brow furrowed. "At least, I seem to recall..."

Charles leaned on a table, smiling at the back of Edwin's bowed head. He remembered the way Edwin's eyes had lit right up when they first spotted the old upright piano. How he'd watched Susie's hands on the keys with barely-disguised envy. He'd been eyeing up her spot on that piano stool since the moment he clapped eyes on it.

"The legend of Susie Shipton has long been a staple of this establishment, Charles," he'd said, all pretending to be casual, as he'd suggested what they ought to do with the first stormy night since solving the case. "It would be a pity to let it die out, don't you think? One must consider historical preservation..."

They'd been coming ever since, showing up with the thunder and lightning. It was one of Charles' favourite things to do. Dancing around, having a laugh. Or even just lounging against the bar, listening to Edwin's music pattering along with the rain on the rattly old glass windows.

Edwin lifted his head a little, tilting his ear back like he was listening for Charles. Then, his playing shifted, smoothly. Slow, meandering melodies gradually becoming faster, more repetitive. Sketching out a familiar riff...

Charles laughed, clapping his hands together. "I tried to discoooover!" he sang, cheerfully off-key.

"A little something to make me sweeter," Edwin joined in softly, throwing a smirk and a twinkle of his eye over his shoulder.

"Oh baby refrain! From breakin' my heeeeaaart!"

Edwin chuckled as he played, watching Charles dance around out the corner of his eye.

"Mate," Charles gushed, a bit breathless after belting out the chorus. "When'd you learn to play this one?"

"I'm quite good at picking things up by ear," said Edwin, smiling as he threw in a few little flourishes that weren't there on Charles' record. "And you've certainly listened to it in the office enough."

"It's brills," Charles grinned, sloping on over to drape an arm round Edwin's shoulders. "You're brills."

Edwin smiled, a lopsided flash of his teeth, and he played on - finding ways to work in some more of Charles' favourite eighties riffs into some sort of medley. When he meandered into The Cure, Charles, tongue in his cheek, tucked his face into Edwin's. Sang the words into his ear, quiet and personal.

"Show me, show me, show me how you do that trick, the one that makes me scream, she said..."

Edwin shivered, just a little, eyes dark as they flickered to him. "Charles," he said, sternly. "You're being very distracting."

Charles grinned. "God, I hope so." He stepped up close, fitting himself into the sliver of space between the piano and the stool, pressed as near to Edwin as he could manage. Fingers teasing the hair at the nape of his neck. "Show me how you do it, and I promise you, I promise that —"

"I'll run away with you," Edwin chorused, smiling eyes and smiling voice.

Charles felt fizzy on the inside, like someone had grabbed him by the heart and given it a shake. Sometimes Edwin just had to look at him, and all Charles could feel was bubbles. "Oh, oh I'll run away with you!"

Charles let him finish the first chorus without interruption. But before Edwin could sidle into the next verse — the proper sad one — Charles took his face in his hands and kissed him.

Edwin's hands came down in a clumsy thonk on the keys, before getting with the programme and getting all over Charles, instead. Well, not quite all over — so far, he was keeping them settled oh-so-politely on his waist.

Charles made to lean on the nearest thing — which just so happened to be the keyboard — but Edwin stopped him with a pointed clear of his throat at the first hint of discordant notes. Edwin reached around him, with both hands, and carefully lowered the wooden lid over the keys.

"You may proceed," he said primly.

Charles laughed, propped himself up on the piano lid, and got right back on the job of tempting Edwin into doing some very impolite things to him on it.

Give him a minute or two, he'd have Edwin forgetting his manners good and proper!

~~

Thanks for reading beloveds!! I shall see you tomorrow for the grand finale of Painland Week! 💛💛💛💛💛

[wunderlass]

Went to a place called Mother Shipton's cave this weekend, a place that:

a) claims to be the oldest tourist attraction in England and

b) I last visited as a 6 year old and it's haunted my nightmares since then.

The gist is that in the 15th century, a 15 year old girl gave birth to a baby in a cave during a storm, and that baby grew up to be known as a woman called Mother Shipton. She predicted the future and was supposedly a witch.

Her mother refused to name the baby's father, so she was banished from the town and gave birth alone. They lived in the cave until the little girl was two, when the mother went to a nunnery and the girl was fostered out. She was 'hideously deformed' (hunchback, walked with a cane, crooked nose) but learnt how to heal using plants from the local woodland. She married a local man at age 21 and he died two years later, and both events were claimed to be as a result of her witchcraft. She lived a long life for the time, eventually dying at age 73.

Now, bear in mind, there is no real evidence she actually existed. She never wrote her own prophecies down. But the tourist attraction sprang up not long after her death, and consists of the cave she was supposedly born in, down by the banks of the river. It's still in a stretch of woodland and is next to a petrifying well - water runs down over the rockface and has such a high mineral content in it that anything in its path gets coated and eventually turns to 'stone'.

It's both a beautiful, peaceful place, and very eerie. You can understand how people would have attributed the petrification process to witchcraft or sorcery.

Anyway, it got me thinking about the story of this woman, which has survived for over 500 years. From what we know:

A 15 year old girl was forced to give birth alone in a cave

Her daughter was disabled, and it's not unreasonable to assume that this second point might have been the result of the first thing

There was probably a reason the father went unnamed, and it's highly unlikely to have been a good reason

A man married her, despite her disability, and the local people do not seem to have considered that it might have been out of love.

When she died, it's said that friends buried her, because she was refused a place in the churchyard. Which means she was liked and respected enough to, y'know, have friends.

So what we have here is a woman cast in what we now consider as the archetype of a witch, who may have just been a disabled woman who never did any harm to anybody? Who may have actually helped people?

Not sure what my point is here. Something about the intersection of ableism and misogyny, I guess. At least the people who run the visitor attraction do seem to treat her memory with a certain amount of respect.

[moths-daily]

Moth Of The Day #71

Mother Shipton

Callistege mi

From the erebidae family. They have a wingspan of 25-32 mm. They can be found on a range of open, grassy habitats, including downland, heathland, low moorland, flower-rich hay meadows, woodland rides, verges, embankments etc. They can be found throughout most of Europe, SIberia, the Russian Far East, Asia Minor and the British Isles. The moth is named after a witch from the 16th century who lived in Yorkshire, Old Mother Shipton.

[theladyofbloodshed]

Hi, just saw that you posted about one of the stories in A Very Fantasy Christmas and I can say that I was very surprised to see one of the characters named Muma Pădurii. Very pleasantly surprised, I mean.

What inspired you to go and look into Romanian folklore for that specific story? Because I love to see the folklore I grew up on represented. Have a great rest of your day/night!

Hello!

Firstly, I am a huge fan of folklore and mythology. This is my little collection at home and I borrowed every single folklore/myth collection from my local library over the years. I try to weave pre-existing folklore into my stories and add my own twists. In The Story of Old (another series of mine), I had the Leshy (Slavic), Makara (Hindu), dryads, shapeshifters, griffin, chimera, dragons, Ankou (Cornish/Welsh), Sedna (Inuit), norns (Norse), witches, illuyanka (Hittite) as well as some traditional Scandinavian tales. I also have Black Annis (British), harpies, werewolves, and banshees in The Eddanor Chronicles.

For this book, I narrowed down the types of fantasy creatures I wanted in it. With The Great Hag Bake Off, I knew I wanted hags in it. I first looked at British folklore. In the story, Jenny Greenteeth plays the main role but there are also mentions to Nelly Longarms and Mother Shipton. For the second character, I wanted a hag but one different to the British ones as they tend to be wizened old women. Baba Yaga seemed like an option, but so many stories already featured her. I delved further and found Muma Padurii. I saw this image of her where she is depicted as young rather than old and ugly so went for that route with her instead.

As a side, I have always wanted to go to Romania - Peles Castle especially. I think it's rich in storytelling. I've also taught lots of Romanian children who always tell me about the food they have at Christmas and I need to try it for myself!

[wishesofeternity]

Edward Despenser was fortunate in making a prosperous marriage to a tenacious businesswoman. Elizabeth (de Burghersh) was skilled at upholding her rights on the estates and worked hard to protect the lands of her two-year old son after Edward's premature death in 1375. There is abundant evidence of her willingness to maintain, even augment, the enormous Despenser inheritance and she combined shrewd business acumen with a clear awareness of the problems that a long minority could bring. This was a time when widows, as well as wives left at home during military campaigns, needed to be able to manage property. The French noblewoman Christine de PiZan wrote in The Treasure of the City of Ladies of the need for preparation for this task- 'they should have the responsibility of the administration and know how to make use of their revenues and possessions ... [and] they will be good managers of their estates'. It was a call for female entrepreneurs, and Elizabeth Despenser was a woman after Christine de Pizan's heart. The trust that her husband placed in her is made apparent by his choice to remain in Italy when Bartholomew Burghersh died, trusting his wife to look after the enlarged patrimony. Ten Suffolk manors fell to the Despensers - Carlton, Middleton, Clopton, Little WeInetham, Blaxhall, Swilland, Witnesham, Cock-field, FenhaH and Chesilford - together with Ewyas (Heref.) and Bosworth (Leics. ), and the patrimony was greater than it had ever been.

After Edward's death Elizabeth vigorously pursued lands farmed out by the crown and within five years recovered control of Shipton, Burford, Sherston, Kimberworth, Caversham and Great Marlow, collectively worth over £100 per year. She also obtained seisin of lands of her Despenser relatives, Gilbert (d. 1382), and Thomas, her brother-in-law (d. 1381). From Gilbert came the keeping of Broadtown (Wilts.); from Thomas various Lincolnshire lands and two-thirds of the manor of Mapledurwell (Hants.), which she later demised to her esquire Henry Yakesley. Via her daughter Anne, married to Hugh Hastings, came the Norfolk manors of Gressenhall and East Lexham. In 1392 Elizabeth obtained the wardship of Peter Veel after the death of his mother Eleanor, a tenant of the Despensers in Glamorgan. She held onto this as long as she was able, and it was fully ten years later when Henry IV ordered her to release the lands to the heir. In the meantime, Elizabeth had convinced Richard II to re-grant the Irish manor of Killoran, county Waterford, that had originally been held by her husband. At the same time, she had to contend with paying out two major annual sums. The first came in 1378 when £200 from the farm of Glamorgan was ordered to be paid to Sir Degary Says. Says had sustained losses in Aquitaine and also made forced loans of gold to the crown for the upkeep of the English armies, and King Richard's regency council decided that recompense should be made from the Despenser estates. The second came two years later, when Edmund earl of Cambridge, son of King Edward III, was awarded Thomas Despenser's wardship and 500 marks per annum. from Elizabeth's dower lands. Shortly before his death Edward Despenser spent his final military campaign in Brittany with the earl and it is possible that an arrangement was made at this time about Thomas's guardian. In 1384 Richard II gave permission for Thomas and the earl's daughter Constance to be married, and Elizabeth was then required to pay for her daughter-in-law's upkeep. Some idea of the considerable annual turnover of the Despenser estates may be found from documents dated between April and October 1391, where expenditure on annuities alone totalled 1016 marks (£677 6s 8d).

Elizabeth was vital to the continuing presence of the family in the last quarter of the century. Had she remarried after 1375, her dower lands would have been demised to her new husband and the Despenser inheritance impoverished. As it turned out, the ease with which Thomas took over the estates owed everything to her tireless efforts. She continued to pay annuities owed to members of Edward Despenser's retinue, and the fact that a number of these men served the family throughout this period tells us much about the advantages of continuity in estate management. We know that she held court in Glamorgan in 1393, and doubtless did so on other occasions. Her name also appears on two charters of 1397 confirming the privileges of the burgesses of Cardiff and Neath. However, Elizabeth's longevity was eventually to cause problems for Thomas who never enjoyed full possession of his inheritance. When he died at Bristol in 1400 she was still in possession of her dower as well as her own Burghersh inheritance. Other properties, such as Mapledurwell, had been safeguarded through grants to retainers or were held by cadet branches of the family. Only after Richard Despenser's early death in 1414 was the entire inheritance reunited under his sister Isabel and her first husband Richard earl of Worcester. The survival of the patrimony was due in no small part to Elizabeth Despenser, whose efforts, in the context of incessant Marcher power struggles and the Glyn Dwr revolt of 1400-8, should not be underestimated. It is a testament to her ability in the eyes of successive kings that in 1375 and 1400, unlike in 1349, no royal justices were appointed in Glamorgan to hear pleas of the crown. Everything was left to the Despenser women. Like her earlier kinswoman Elizabeth de Burgh, Elizabeth Despenser proved the value of a dowager administrator.

- Martyn John Lawrence, “Power, Ambition and Political Rehabilitation - the Despensers”

[sassasafreeaction]

This might have been rattling around in my brain all day. I may or may not do more with it. I'd at least like to get to some parts with Rick - I mean Crowley. I actually have a lot of other character's plotted out too....

While the Museum of Antiquities wasn’t as comfortable as his bookshop in London, there had always been a certain appeal to higher academia that Aziraphale Fell found himself unable to resist. Even now, when they had him acting as a glorified librarian instead of having him actually translating texts, the original reason why he thought that they had bothered to summon him to Cairo, he couldn’t help feeling like he was on some sort of... adventure. 

“Ignatius Sybilla, St. John the Divine of Patmos, Mother Shipton...” Aziraphale rattled off as he balanced the stack of books in his arms. He shifted them before climbing higher up the ladder to nudge that book between two others, returning it to his rightful home. His glasses shifted down his face as he looked further down his list. “Robert Nixon?” he asked, quirking a brow. “Well, this certainly isn’t where you belong.”

Bouncing the books in his arms again, he glanced around the room, trying to figure out where exactly the Ns were organized. The archives weren’t anything to brag about though, or at least their genuine books and literature weren’t anyway. They had plenty of records, which hadn’t actually been of interest to him. Looking over his shoulder, he realized that the only place left for the Ns to be was directly behind him. He glanced at the distance between him and the other side and ultimately decided that if he stretched himself out just so that he could reach without having to climb down and move the ladder. 

Setting the rest of the stack that had been in his arms on top of the bookcase, he spread himself out across the aisle. The ladder creaked in protest. When that didn’t work, he lifted one foot off the rung. He gained a little more distance, but still not enough to actually reach. Then, all of a sudden, the ladder leaned away from the shelf. Aziraphale shouted in surprise. He dropped the book all together, hands flying forward to balance himself. He had to walk the ladder out toward the middle of the aisle, but he was still standing safely at the top. The only problem being then that it was a long way back down. “Come on, old boy,” he said to himself, carefully shuffling back to his original side. “Steady.... Steady....” 

Aziraphale leaned the ladder forward, but his eyes went wide as he realized immediately that the force of it would be too much. He tumbled into the bookcase, knocking the entire thing down, scattering books and papers and signs everywhere. He scrambled to his feet, forced to watch as the rest of the shelves dominoed down after the first, going around the arch of the room until the final shelf fell on top of the initial one that he had knocked over. He stood for a moment then, too stunned to do much else. 

“Oh, bother,” he murmured then, hearing someone rushing down the hall, probably to figure out what all of the commotion was about.

The curator, Dr. Metatron Jacobi, stepped into the room, having no choice but to go over one of the shelves on his way to him. “Hells bells, Aziraphale. What happened?”

Aziraphale covered his mouth briefly, eyes darting away before he folded his hands neatly and offered him a tight smile. “I um... I was shelving some things and...”

“And what?” he pressed. “I haven’t got all day.” Dr. Jacobi raised a brow, looking less than impressed. 

“I’m terribly sorry.” Aziraphale sunk down, ducking his head so that he didn’t have to look him in the eye. “I’ll clean all of this up. I promise.”

A thought hum and then a nod. “See to it that it gets done then. After all, I hired you to organize my shelves, not destroy them.”

He tucked his lips in for a moment before offering another smile. Aziraphale seemed to reach out and then pull his hand back in. “Um.. actually I believe you hired me on because you needed someone on your staff who could read and write in ancient Egyptian and decipher hieroglyphics...” 

“I hired you because your mother is our finest patron,” he corrected him. “Now, get this cleaned up, and don’t dawdle.” 

“Yes, sir...” Aziraphale murmured, watching him turn around and head back the way he’d come. 

He sighed then, taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes. Aziraphale went to put them back on, knowing that he was going to be reading the titles of the books again after he righted the shelves, but he thought he heard some loud shifting from the back room where the museum stored some of its artifacts. 

[liebelesbe]

Hi, if you're still doing insect picture requests could I ask for Gryllotalpa gryllotalpa, Psyllobora vigintiduopunctata, Apatura iris, and Nymphalis antiopa?

BTW I put the scientific names not to be pretentious but because if your book's in German the common names will be different to English ones I think? So yeah not trying to be a know-it-all, just thought it might be easier

Also would you mind posting Callistege mi? In the UK it's called the Mother Shipton moth, because the pattern on its wings looks like the head of an old witch character in English folklore (called Mother Shipton). I'd be interested to know what it's called in German! Sorry to keep pestering you but thought you might find that interesting

Yessss ofc requests are still open <3 images are coming soon, I couldn't find Psyllobora vigintiduopunctata, but everything else was in the book :)

[covenawhite66]

Agatha Soothtale, was a poor and desolate 15-year-old orphan who had fallen under the influence of the Devil and engaged in an affair, while some legends suggest that Agatha was a witch that summoned the Devil to conceive a child.

After her birth, Agatha was dragged before the local magistrate, but refused to reveal the identity of the father, leaving both Agatha and her daughter to be ostracised from society and forced to reside in the cave for shelter. There she studied the forest, the flowers and herbs, and made remedies and potions as an herbalist for the townsfolk.

Shipton retreated to the woods, continuing her craft in herbalism and embraced her reputation as a healer, soothsayer and prophetess. Her prophecies may have even caught the attention of King Henry VIII, who wrote a letter in 1537 to the Duke of Norfolk where he mentions a “witch of York”.

She was described as deformed with a hunchback and bulging eyes, cackling away at the rumbles of thunder that caused the raging storms to dissipate.

[bertiebusyt]

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[allthingsdarkanddirty]

IT'S A NORMAL LIFE... RIGHT?A Normal Midlife by Lia Davis and L.A. Boruff is live!!

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Something’s gone wonky in Shipton Harbor…

Widow, author, and mother Ava Harper should’ve never moved back to Shipton Harbor.

Her mom and dad have been driving her crazy, and it’s so crowded in this old farmhouse on a cliff by the ocean. It hadn’t been big enough as a child and it wasn’t like it had grown while she was in Philly. If anything, it seems smaller.

After her husband Clay died, Ava couldn’t stay in the house she’d shared with him, so she packed her old Hyundai and drove home.

Regrets, regrets, regrets. Her life is so normal. Despite having family around, she’s lonely. Lately, it feels like something is missing. Even after running into her childhood best friend, Sam, Ava can’t shake the feeling that something isn’t right.Her life is fine. It’s normal, if a little boring. Why can’t she shake the nagging feeling that she’s missing something very important? #releaseblast #releaseday #newrelease #bookbirthday #nowlive #newbooks #pwf #paranormalfiction #paranormalwomensfiction #witchyreads #spookyreads #witchingafterforty #lifeaftermagic #anormalmidlife #midlifeheroine #midlifemagic #readers #booklovers #bookbuzz #booknews #booksbooksbooks

About Lia

USA Today bestselling author Lia Davis spends most of her time writing racy romance and witty women's fiction, the majority of which takes place in fantasy worlds full of magic and mayhem. She prides herself on her ability to craft strong and sassy heroines, emotionally intelligent alpha heroes, and rich, expansive universes that readers want to visit again and again. She is the mastermind behind the bestselling Ashwood Falls Series and the co-author of the beloved Witching After Forty Series. She currently resides in Florida where she's working on her very own happily-ever-after with her supportive husband and spends her free time doting on a pack of feisty felines and her loving family.  

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LA (Lainie) Boruff lives in East Tennessee with her husband, three children, and an ever growing number of cats. She loves reading, watching TV, and procrastinating by browsing Facebook. LA’s passions include vampires, food, and listening to heavy metal music. She once won a Harry Potter trivia contest based on the books and lost one based on the movies. She has two bands on her bucket list that she still hasn’t seen: AC/DC and Alice Cooper. Feel free to send tickets.

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[justmoreocs-writing]

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Rowan Austin (Scream OC). Rowan never really wanted to move to Lakewood, but in the middle of his parents’ messy divorce he decided it was better to go live with his grandmother than it was to stay in the house. Not that he and his grandmother see eye-to-eye on a lot of things - and she refuses to accept the fact he’s gay which causes more tensions between the two of them. But, as the Lakewood Slasher rears their head, and Rowan finds himself spending more and more time with Audrey and Noah in the hopes of figuring out what the hell he’s moved into with this town, he just has to hope he’s kept a low enough profile not to become a target himself.

Justin Ingram (Noughts + Crosses OC). Nephew to Jack Dorn, Justin’s found himself to be something of a local legend off the back of that relationship. Not that he enjoys it, far from in fact. Justin hates what his uncle is doing to try and change things, hates that there needs to be that kind of violence. So, when he hears about the program to get Noughts into Mercy Point, he takes the opportunity and seeks refuge with an old friend elsewhere in the city.

Ryder Jessup (Doom Patrol OC). To most, Ryder may look ordinary. But an explosive temper isn’t just an irritant to him, it literally explodes. Following a fire at his school, Ryder almost died but was saved by Niles. Unfortunately, as a way of preventing him from dying, some of the fire had to be kept in him; whenever this temper overcomes him he is out for a few hours to recuperate. Larry is the one who helps him the most, but losing The Chief makes it even more difficult for him to keep these negative emotions under control.

Dmitry ‘Dima’ Kovalev (Grishaverse OC). Born to a low family, Dima always wanted to make something of himself and thus did everything in his power to become a guard. When he was younger, he crossed paths with Nikolai Lantsov and they ended up in the Infantry together as Ravkans. While his friends did all they could to escape Os Alta, he is the only one to return, and to train to be a guard. So, when the Darkling starts to show his true colours, and the Sun Summoner arrives in the city, Dima wonders if maybe the others didn’t have the right idea by getting out when they could.

Griffin 'Griff’ Quintero (Red Queen OC). Red Griff works in the castle as an undercover agent for the Scarlett Guard. Despite Cal’s attempts to be kind towards him, the amount of times he proves that there is more to some Silvers than meets the eye, Griff never truly lets his guard down. He tries his best to keep an eye on Mare when she arrives, and is always seen nearby despite knowing that she can look after herself; especially as she gains control over her powers.

Mason Shipton (The Larten Crepsley Saga OC). When Mason was younger he was nearly killed by a rogue Vampaneze, however upon realising how useful his affluent family links might be, another Vampaneze decided to turn him in the hopes of saving his life. Life as a half-Vampaneze is something that he doesn’t enjoy, and by the time he finally finds it in him to run away, he stumbles upon the Cirque. While there he meets Larten, and is blooded as a vampire by Paris Skyle - though, no one fully explains to him about the possible risks.

Kyle Yuris (Divergent OC). As far as anyone knows, Kyle Yuris is dead. He died in an accident when he was young, before he got the chance to go to the Choosing Ceremony. But that’s not true. At an early age, Kyle showed signs of Divergance and was removed from the city in the hopes of understanding a little more about why he presented so early. Keen to learn more about everything that’s happening, Kyle can usually be found in the labs - in keeping with his Erudite training. As he gets older, he works alongside Matthew.

Edison 'Eddie’ Zeller (All For the Game OC). Like most of the Foxes, Eddie’s life hadn’t been great. An abusive mother and alcoholic absent father meant he spent most of his life on the street, practicing Exy. He is a backliner but has tried in every position to see how well he does, to push himself at bettering his game by understanding the other positions. Despite being the year below the Upperclassmen he is closest to them - the others scare him a little with the exception of Nicky. Eddie has dyslexia, and occasionally Matt helps him with work when it’s all getting a little too overwhelming.

Penn (Zombieland OC). Penn lived near Columbus’s University dorms and the two of them are working together to get back home, despite not really knowing each other or even getting along. Where Columbus is nervous, Penn has the confidence that only a younger teenager can have; the conqueror of the world feeling that is something Columbus reminds him will get him killed. Despite their differences, however, it is obvious that the two of them look out for each other as well, having worked out a sibling-like relationship.

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#Repost Deborah Harkness FB page SHADOW OF NIGHT Read Along, chapters 37, 38, & 39 “There’s less call for magical weapons.” “Worlds change, Diana.” Goody Alsop fixed her attention on some distant memory. “My teacher, Mother Ursula, was a great weaver. I was reminded of one of her prophecies on All Hallows’ Eve, when the terrible events in Scotland began—and when you came to change our world.” Her voice took on the singsong quality of an incantation. “For storms will rage and oceans roar When Gabriel stands on sea and shore. And as he blows his wondrous horn, Old worlds die, and new be born.” -SHADOW OF NIGHT) “Mother Shipton, born Ursula Soothtell, lived in England in the middle of the fifteenth century. A number of her contemporaries praised her abilities as a seer and a prophet with extraordinary powers to describe future events. For instance, she predicted the deaths of prominent figures, including Cardinal Wolsey, with astonishing accuracy. Her story has been passed down to us through the oral tradition among witches, as well as from scattered references to her from human observers, including the English diarist Samuel Pepys, who mentioned her predictions regarding the Great Fire in London in 1666. Mother Shipton’s Prophecies were first published in 1641, nearly a century after she died, and for the next several centuries her prophecies were reissued (and, suspiciously, they were often updated with new predictions).” -THE WORLD OF ALL SOULS, pg 465 👉Let’s discuss. What did you notice when you read these chapters? In the comments below, please share your observations, favorite quotes, musings, questions, half-baked ideas, or deep dives with the rest of us! If this is your first time reading SON, what did you think? What are your questions? If this is your 2nd, 3rd…100th time reading SON, did you discover anything new? Did you discover anything new with your dive into THE WORLD OF ALL SOULS? https://www.instagram.com/p/ClzMI3HsOk2/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Lil Pumpkin is visiting the Museum of Witchcraft and Magic!

In Boscastle, in Cornwall, England.

Here is Lil Pumpkin looking at images and writings about Old Mother Shipton.

This is photo number 311 of 365.

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