#sweet and bitter magic

[sapphic-book-tournament]

So, based on your votes, coming up next is our Sapphic Enemies to Lovers tournament! Tell me which books you would like to see on the bracket!

[bookishlyvintage]

Picnic Stack (fantasy edition)

Where we are: the House in the Cerulean Sea

When is the picnic: Tonight

Who are we with: Belladonna (and her eclectic companion she calls Death)

What's in the Sandwiches: Sweet & Bitter Magic (leave it to Witches to be vague)

What's the weather: Wild

What are we listening to: The Sunbearer Trials (and here I thought this was a date)

[thereadingchallengechallenge]

JOMP BPC - May 20th - Caused an All-Nighter

staying up late to read Sweet and Bitter Magic by Adrienne Tooley while on a busy road-trip holiday was not the wisest decision I’ve ever made but it was so worth it to see how this brilliant standalone fantasy ended

[dykes-on-books]

What is up, bookworms! Chapter Two of Dykes on Books is now live on most major platforms, give it a listen and shout out what you think of it! Enjoy!

[lottiesoka]

Sweet and Bitter Magic by Adrienne Tooley

[phoenixkaptain]

Sometimes I reimmerse myself in Moomins and I can’t recall what I was going through but I remember the emotions that sparked from these characters. There was a sense of, “ah-ha.” And part of that was from watching the stop-motion version before anything else because I was recommended it on YouTube randomly, if I recally correctly, and part of it was that I was very into Hannibal at the time and Mads Mikkelsen playing Sniff will never not be funny and there was something so pleasing about little adventures where the importance was solely based on the characters and their desire to adventure.

And part of it was Snufkin and Moomin, because I couldn’t help but long for that type of relationship. One in which you think fondly of each other when you’re apart. You can spend hours watching clouds or listening to a river or simply talking about nothing and yet you still don’t get bored. The physical affection is brief, but the emotional affection is so tangible as to become physical. They are a sail on a boat, flowers in a vase; they don’t need each other they want each other. In a very “I could have been made for something else, but I chose it to be you” sort of way.

There was no greater romance, in my mind at the time. There was nothing more romantic than simply being reminded of someone by looking at something that person enjoys, or wondering what someone is thinking or doing, or simply. Waiting and being waited for. As Orpheus can’t resist the urge to look at Eurydice, Snufkin and Moomin both can’t resist the urge to know, to learn about, to love each other.

It may be romantic or it may be platonic or it may be interpreted differently by every single person who sees them, but it is, to me, the type of relationship I long to have. Not quite romance, more than friendship, different from siblings, everyone you know assumes that you know where the other is at all times… it’s something soft and delicate, fragile and sweet, and it was so different from romances I had read about in the past.

I suppose one could say that there’s a reason I love couples who laugh with each other, who take time to smile, who talk about meaningless trivialities, who are content just to lay side by side, feeling the wind and the grass and listening to the trees and the birds. It’s so full of yearning, so bittersweet, so hopefully pining, so carefully cradling. It enraptured me then, and it enraptures me even now.

[fangirlforthewin]

LGTBQ+ Protagonist Book Recommendations

Mostly young adult, but they're still good and highly recommended. These are all mostly fantasy because that's all I read, so I hope you like fairies, and prince/princesses, and pirates!

Please feel to add your favorite recs to the list!

The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller

Carry On by Rainbow Rowell

Captive Prince by C.S Pacat

Iron Widow by Xiran Jay Zhao

Sweet & Bitter Magic by Adriene Tooley

Girls of Paper and Fire by Natasha Ngan

Huntress by Malinda Lo

Of Fire and Stars by Audrey Colthurst

Breaking Legacies by Zoe Reed

A Song of Silver and Gold by Melissa Karibian

[givemeabreakimbig28]

bitter sweet is really gonna be reuniting the whole My Engineer cast im so excited

[between-the-pages657]

I thought this book was an enemies-to-lovers trope, but it’s more like grumpy/sunshine.

[skittytales]

“Her cloak flaring out behind her like a cape” girl what does that mean.

[sapphic-book-tournament]

Here we are! The bracket for the Sapphic Fantasy Book Tournament! Polls will start going up Tomorrow!

Edit: I see the spelling errors now, they’ll be fixed next round.

[frankmayo]

Harry Hewitt McCoy (1893-1937)

[goldengodcannibal]

Enjoying my final hours on TikTok

[dykes-on-books]

What is up! We just finished recording our next episode here, covering Sweet and Bitter Magic! The episode drops the 27th, but if you can't wait give us a follow here and on Patreon so you don't miss any bonuses! If you haven't given it a listen, our 1st episode is on most major podcast apps!🌈📚

Let us know what you think, and spread the word! This podcast is a silly passion project, but I hope that people will enjoy hearing us ramble about queer themes!

[ennabear]

loser! sev getting all whiny and pathetic when she eats you out, rutting her hips against the mattress, cumming in her pants, accidentally overstimulating you like crazy because she's just loves it so much.

accidentally overstimulating HERSELF from eating you out?????? GODDDDDDD

HEHEHEH i said i was gonna respond to these as small little thoughts but i wanna write a real blurb about this because. wow. so true and real it brought tears to my eyes. THANK U FOR THISSSS i wish i could keep it in my asks forever hehehe… 18+

your wife has had one of the worst weeks of her life. the undercity has just completely gone rogue ever since silco has passed, and every effort she’s made to have everyone band together against topside is just worthless. nobody wants to listen to her, too obsessed with their own personal drama to see the bigger picture.

to make matters worse, she’s had to keep jinx under control too. when sevika imagined silco’s death, she didn’t imagine him leaving jinx in the will. and as if the sudden addition of jinx into her life wasn’t enough to stir the pot, jinx has found her own stray now too.

she’s exhausted. sick of sleepless nights spent erasing and rewriting silco’s mistakes, the bitter frost lingering in the streets leaving everyone in a tense and irritable mood. of fucking course she’s the one who has to deal with it, nobody else wants to take a stand or set things straight.

seeing her this way breaks your heart. she barely comes home anymore, usually to be found slumped over silco’s desk with a half empty bottle of whiskey at her side. her arm thrown across the table, an empty promise of getting it fixed and reattached hanging over her head. what she really needs is a new arm, but she refuses to take smeech up on his offer.

god damn it, your wife is so fucking stubborn. it turns you on immensely. because she’s loyal. she’s offered a brand new arm with all of the bells and whistles she could ever ask for, as long as she turns in jinx. easiest job ever, and she’s never liked the blue haired kid anyways. yet, she stands her ground. instead she’s been taking insults like “a bird without wings is just a funny lookin’ rat.” and trying to navigate her life with only one half of herself.

but tonight, she’s gonna make her absence up to you. she wanders home through the dark streets and alleys of zaun, straight to your shared doorstep. one could barely call it a house, as there weren’t really any dwellings that have survived this long in the undercity without being overtaken by moss and vines or crumbled to pieces— but it certainly was a home. especially when she gets to walk in and see you looking cozy and domestic.

you stare up at her when she saunters through the door, a crease between her brows and wet, red eyes painting her face as usual. she sighs, walking over to you and joining you on the couch. in an instant, she’s in your arms again. just the way you like it. without a word, you massage her temples as she nuzzles her face deeper into your hold. your touch is magic, she can feel the month long migraine she’s had suddenly disintegrating.

before she can stop it, before she even realizes what’s happening, hot streams of tears leak out of her eyes and roll down her cheeks. you coo at her and swipe them all away, kissing the top of her head repeatedly as a reminder of your love. yeah, it’s been a day or two since you’ve seen her, and sure, it’s been even longer since you’ve been on a date or had any sort of alone time, but you know that it isn’t personal. she’s trying her best, even if that means stumbling over her words and tripping over her feet.

“bad day, huh?” you ask, another kiss to the top of her head.

“bad week, bad month, bad year…” she responds with a sniffle. “i just wanna be close to you.”

she peeks up at you though her wet eyelashes, some of her black eye makeup smudged around her eyes. you giggle at her, she’s so fucking adorable. and so sweet, so hardworking, so gentle. before you can muster out an ‘i love you’, she bolts forward and catches your lips in a sweet kiss, pinning you to the couch.

“sev, god, you’re so needy.” you pant when she finally releases your lips to catch her breath.

“i’ve missed you, shit. wanna taste you so bad.”

with that, she shoves your pants down, already eagerly sucking bruises into your neck. you groan, you’ve forgotten how good your wife’s touch feels. a big, warm hand wraps around your own, and although they’re rough and cracked, you’ve never felt anything softer. tears threaten to spill out of your own eyes with the amount of love and adrenaline pumping through your veins, but sevika grounds you by shuffling on top of you.

you think she’s about to sit her cunt on top of yours as she strips herself of her pants, but you’re mistaken, and you realize this when she whimpers out a little “hand me that” and nods toward one of the pillows behind you.

confused and turned on as you are, you do as she asks and hand her a throw pillow which instantly gets shoved between her thighs. she wastes no time in diving forward to lick up all of your arousal, her eyes growing starry as a little string of white connects itself from your clit to the tip of her nose. you almost faint. fuck, you’ve missed her face, even more what it can do to you. so you buck your hips up and slowly grind yourself against her face, sevika matching your pace with her own hips.

in an instant, she’s lost in the pleasure— more specifically the taste of you and the slow grind of her cunt against the pillow. moans vibrate through your folds as she buries her face between your spread legs, and you whimper, already embarrassingly close to the finish line.

surprisingly, sevika cums first, the pillow cradling her wet cunt as she humps against it in time with her licks and sucks. that doesn’t stop her, and she doesn’t even stop after you cum and start yanking her head away out of intense pleasure. she can’t stop, though, not now. she’s in too deep. literally. her tongue is buried inside of you and her nose runs over your clit with every thrust, her mind absolutely racing with emotional thoughts and horny feelings.

“sevika, please!” you grunt, her grip on your hips is relentless. “babe, i already came, that’s enough.” but judging by the way she completely ignores you, you wonder if she even heard you at all.

she whines when you tug on her hair or push her shoulders away with the heels of you feet, her face completely melted to your cunt. she never stops fucking her pillow, and now her clit is red and rubbed raw by the cloth. she doesn’t know how many orgasms she’s had, it could range between three and twenty. she lost count when she came for the umpteenth time after you pulled her hair and moaned her name at the same time.

tears spill from her eyes again, but this time they’re happy tears. god, she’s missed you, and she doesn’t ever wanna stop. you take her face in your hands when you notice the sobs and sniffles she’s letting out, along with more whimpers and groans. this time, she relents, slowing her own hips first and then licking up the rest of the cum and spit between your thighs.

“sev, baby, what’s wrong?” you ask, concerned that maybe you hurt her or she hurt herself.

“i just missed you…” she starts. “and i love you so much.” she crawls up your body and lays her head on your stomach while you both catch your breath, the pillow being discarded on the floor. your fingers work wonders on her scalp, and she almost falls asleep after half an hour of matching her breathing to yours.

“don’t fall asleep yet.” you warn, although you’ve been yawning more than she has. “you still need to carry me to bed and tuck me in like a gentleman.”

“you might have to be the gentleman tonight,” she giggles. “i don’t think my legs are sturdy enough to carry us to the bedroom right now.”

[a-tarnished-soul]

These are all such great ideas, aw man

Very curious what Crimson and Cerulean flask taste like, what do you guys think?

My mind wants to say it's warm bc of the Grace sight being light, but is it fruity? Is it medicinal? I'm so curious