#the uninvited thirteenth

[majesticallyunmagestic]

The problem with having aroace spec partners is

ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOTHING

I LOVE MY AROACE SPEC PARTNERS WITH MY ENTIRE EVERYTHING

@maggotpoolautism and @tangerinetime69

SHOUT OUT TO THOSE TWO LOSERS(/AFF) BECAUSE THEY ARE THE BEST THING EVER FOREVER AND EVER AND I WILL SQUISH THEM SO MANY(<-affection aggression)

[princesssarisa]

The next tale in Heidi Ann Heiner's Sleeping Beauties is the German tale that truly codified Sleeping Beauty as it's usually told and adapted today, more so than Perrault's version: Dörnroschen (Little Briar Rose) by the Brothers Grimm. This is followed by a lesser-known story of a sleeping maiden from the Grimms' collection, The Glass Coffin, and an Austrian tale called The Enchanted Sleep.

*The Grimms' tale of Briar Rose is so well-known that it needs no summary, but I'll provide one anyway just to highlight its differences from Perrault's version. The king and queen long for a child, but then a talking frog foretells their daughter's birth to the queen. When the princess is born, the king gives a great feast and invites twelve "wise women" (the Grimm's usual term for fairies, less "French” and more "Germanic" than the latter word), who give magic gifts to the baby. But the kingdom's thirteenth wise woman goes uninvited because the king has only twelve golden plates. Just as the twelfth wise woman is about to give her gift, the thirteenth appears and curses the princess to prick her finger on a spindle and die at age fifteen. But the twelfth softens the curse to a hundred year sleep. The king has every spindle in the kingdom burned, but all the same, on her fifteenth birthday, Briar Rose finds an old woman spinning in a tower, tries to spin too, and pricks her finger. The king and queen (unlike in Perrault's version, they're spared) and all the rest of the court instantly fall asleep with her. Over the years, a hedge of thorns grows around the castle, and many princes try to break through and reach the princess, but they become tangled in the thorns and die. A hundred years later, however, one last prince approaches the thorns, and they turn to flowers and part for him. When the prince finds Briar Rose, he kisses her lips (for the first time in the tale's history), and she wakes, as do her parents and all the others. This is also the first variant of the tale not to include further adventures and perils after the awakening. Briar Rose and her prince simply marry and live happily ever after.

**Allegedly, the Grimms considered rejecting this story because it was so obviously derived from Perrault's Sleeping Beauty and therefore more French than German. But in the end they included it because of its Germanic origins in the Brynhild legend.

*The Glass Coffin is a decidedly stranger tale, in the way that so many of the lesser known Grimms' tales are strange. A poor tailor gets lost in a forest, where he sees a bloody battle between a stag and a bull, which the stag wins. The stag then picks the tailor up on his antlers and carries him to a stone wall, in which a door opens. Inside, the tailor finds a hall filled with glass bottles containing a blue vapor, and amid them are two glass cases. One contains a miniature castle surrounded by farmland, while the other is a glass coffin in which a beautiful maiden lies sleeping. She wakes and begs the tailor to let her out of the coffin, and after he does, she tells him her story. She's the orphaned daughter of a rich count, who was raised by her devoted brother. A wicked magician asked for her hand in marriage, but she refused, so he turned her brother into a stag. When she still refused (and tried to shoot him with a gun, but in vain thanks to his magic), he cast her into an enchanted sleep, shut her in the coffin, shrank her castle and the surrounding lands, locked them in the other glass case, and turned all her servants into blue smoke and imprisoned them in the glass bottles. But now the tailor's arrival has broken the spell. He helps her to free all her servants and return the castle and farmland to their natural size. Then the maiden's brother arrives, restored to human form: the bull he killed earlier was the magician, so they're now safe. The tailor and the maiden are married.

*The Enchanted Sleep is really a variant on The Water of Life from the Grimms' collection, but with the tale's aspects that parallel Sleeping Beauty enhanced. A count with three sons is blinded by dust in a windstorm, and in turn, each of his sons sets out to find a castle that contains a spring of healing water, which will allegedly restore his sight. The first two brothers meet a group of black men (period-typical racism, unfortunately), gamble with them, lose their fortunes, and are reduced to the black men's slaves. But the youngest resists the temptation and frees his brothers by paying their debts. As they journey forward, the youngest brother hunts, but he spares the lives of several animals who promise to come to his aid when he needs them. When they reach the enchanted castle, the two older brothers are too afraid to go in, but the youngest brother does. There he finds a king and queen, their court, and a beautiful princess asleep: he writes down his name and adventures on some paper he finds, kisses the princess, and then leaves. Then they find the healing water, but the two older brothers are magically unable to take any: only the youngest can. Out of envy, the older brothers murder him and burn his body, then take the healing water back to their father. But the animals arrive, and with "all manner of salves and herbs" they revive the young hero, who goes to work for a farmer. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to him, his kiss broke the sleeping spell on the princess and her family and court (which is never explained). After reading the notes our hero left, the princess sends word to the count that one of his sons woke her and is her destined husband. Each of the two older brothers comes in turn, but the princess strews the road with diamonds, and when neither older brother will ride over them so as not to damage them, she knows that neither one is her savior because neither one really loves her. But when our hero gets word of this, he rides straight over the diamonds to reach her. They're joyfully wed, and when the hero's father is informed of his two older son's crime, he has them executed.

Next, we leave Europe and move on to Egypt and India.

@ariel-seagull-wings, @adarkrainbow, @themousefromfantasyland

[a-d-nox]

baldur, god of purity and joy (asteroid 4059)

this likely my favorite mythological story that i have ever stumbled upon its the story of how mistletoe got it’s meaning and why friday the 13th gets its bad wrap (please dont listen to the tiktok people who say its about sex and love because "friday is freya’s day" - friday is for frigg - plus when have any gods ever needs a rare day of the year in order to have sex lol)

on to the myth of baldur.

Baldur (sometimes written as Baldr) was the son of Odin and Frigg. He was thought to be beautiful and just and thus was a favorite of the gods. Baldur had a nightmare one day in which he saw his own death - Frigg too had the same dream. When the gods learned of this, they grew worried - Odin rode to Hel to talk with an oracle about the dreams. Upon his arrive, Odin found a dead seer, völva, and Odin using his power of resurrection to bring her back to life - she confirmed that Baldur would die but did not specify how. When Odin returned to Asgard he shared the knowledge that Baldur would die and that the seer didn't say how - immediately Frigg was upset and began to look for a way to save her son. Frigg resolved to approach all living things in existence and have them promise not to harm Bladur. When Loki learned that Baldur could not be harmed by anything, he was outraged and plotted a scheme to cause Baldur's and all the gods' greatest misfortune. Loki transformed into an old woman and asked Frigg if all things had sworn to do no harm to Baldur and Frigg responded that she hadn't asked or demanded mistletoe to do no harm to her son as it was a harmless weed. Frigg knew nothing of the lady's true identity. Loki however immediately located mistletoe and built a weapon (sometimes an arrow, other times a spear). To celebrate Baldur's invulnerability, a dinner of twelve guests was held and Loki (an uninvited thirteenth guest) arrived with the weapon. The gods had made a game out of throwing things that would normally do harm to a god at Baldur - they were having fun apart from Hodr, Baldur's blind brother. Loki approached Hodr and handed him the weapon telling him to throw it like a spear - Hodr did so and mortally wounded Baldur. All the gods surrounded him as he laid dying. Frigg demanded that someone travel to Hel and demand she give Baldur back - Hermod, Baldur's brother did so. For nine days he rode in search of Hel and when he found her, she stated that she would return him to the land of the living so long as everything wept for his return - all but a giantess named Thökk (Loki in disguise) wept for Baldur. Thus Baldur was forced to stay in Hel; his wife (Nanna) died of grief and the gods set their bodies ablaze. As punishment, when Loki, was found out to be the reason for Baldur's permanent death, Loki was bound to the infamous rock with a snake hung over head to drip poison on his brow - the next event to take place was Ragnarok (a misfortunate event - making Baldur's death story in which a thirteen guest was the cause of his death, Frigg's (Friday's) worst nightmare and a day of misfortune - she also swore that mistletoe would always be an object of love and never one of harm from that day on). IN MY OPINION Balder in your chart can represent a) where you are loved by all (except for the sign/planets your loke is in and/or aspects), b) where you have precognitive powers, c) where others would do anything to save you, d) where you shine the brightest for others before a period of darkness, and/or e) how missed you are in death.

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[fullofgutsndopamine]

bullshit hasan fic i'll never finish below oops

enemies to lovers summer neighbor au (maybe a series at some point, who knows)

between the steady slam of a half deflated basketball across gravel and the salty sweat currently threatening to drip into your eyes, you were approaching your thirteenth reason why

"just two more fucking seconds-"

you're trying to grin and bear, to get this over with and move onto the other million side jobs that are left around this too small cottage.

the sound of someone missing the ball and it rolling away across gravel almost makes you lose balance as you crane your neck, but determined to finish this job, you focus ahead.

"Hey! woah! stop-"

the sudden noise alone, abrupt and loud, borders on a yell from a deep sounding voice is enough to almost make you fall oft the ladder.

"Hey dumbass!" he rolls his eyes, shoving the basketball on his hip, "a ladder is on gravel is actually a horrible fucking idea-"

"i can handle it, jackass." you yell back, heat rushing to your face as you think joe right he is, how the ladder bobs and dances on the uneven gravel.

"well now you're stuck with me," he comes closer with a huff, "i can't be a witness to this and not help you, i think that's a crime."

"i'll be fine," you tell back, "i was fine before you and i'll be fine after.”

"well now you're stuck with me," he comes closer with a huff, "i can't be a witness to this and not help you, i think that's a crime."

"i'll be fine," you tell back, "i was fine before you and i'll be fine after."

he rolls his eyes: "tough."

When he's close under you, it's easy to really see him for the first time: he wears short shorts that ride low on his hips, sweat covers his entire chest: when he's close you can see the freckles on his cheeks that linger over them-how long his hair is, now pushed back by an old headband.

unsatisfied by this, you huff something, hoping he doesn't hear it:

"you need a haircut."

finally, a high pitched giggle out of him that makes little lines by his eyes appear, obviously enjoying this:

"what the fuck?"

but the smile lingers as he holds onto the ladder, can hear the clink of beaded bracelets he wears on his wrists-can't make out what they say, but can hear them.

"you're welcome, by the way." he finally huffs out again, "for saving your life and whatever."

"you came onto my property uninvited," you hammer the nail in, "pardon me for not being more excited to get help from a literal trespasser.”

"it's hasan, by the way."

his voice is quiet, probably the quietest you've heard so far, it hangs in the air for a second.

"hasan," you repeat back. you're silent for a second, "thanks."

it comes out as a grumble, obviously still irritated.

he's quiet for a glorious minute before he speaks, and his voice borders on a giggle:

"it's crooked, by the way."

[scattered-irises]

GREETINGS! I TOO POSSESS A PRESENT FOR MICHAEL!

Like the uninvited thirteenth fairy to the sleeping princess' birthday, I present an unwanted gift.

A story, yes, a story! Based off of the extremely gory and beautiful Iron Maiden and Dreamy Princess song, I present to you OOParts Iron Maiden and the Dreamy Prince. (It has been staring at me from my storage since 2021)

Heed the tags, I beg you. Eventually, it will be moved to an Explicit category due to the sheer amount of blood and violence. There will be sweet moments. There will be ugly moments (most of it is pretty ugly). But in the end, justice will be served.

[vintageviewmaster]

Caption: "SHE SHALL PRICK HERSELF ON A SPINDLE AND FALL DEAD!"

Booklet Description: SCENE ONE As the frog had foretold, so it happened. The queen gave birth to a daughter so beautiful that the king in his great joy ordered a great feast. He invited not only his relations, friends and acquaintances, but fairies from every corner of his kingdom to bring favor upon his child. Now, there were thirteen fairies in his kingdom, but since he had only twelve golden plates, one of them was not invited. The feast was celebrated in all its splendor and as it grew near its end, the fairies, one at a time, came forward to present their wonderful gifts to the child: one bestowed virtue, one beauty, a third riches, and so on giving everything in the world there is to wish for. When eleven of them had spoken, in came the uninvited thirteenth fairy, burning to revenge herself. Without greeting anyone, she cried in a loud voice, "In her fifteenth year, the princess shall prick herself with a spindle and shall fall down . . . dead!" Without another word she turned away and left the hall. Everyone was terrified at her dread words, but the twelfth came forward. Though she could not prevent the evil prophecy, she could soften it. She said, "The princess shall not die, but will fall into a sleep lasting a hundred years!"

Brand: View-Master Packet Title: Sleeping Beauty, Pied Piper, Thumbelina Reel Title: Sleeping Beauty Reel Subtitle: N/A Reel Number: FT-10 Reel Edition: N/A Image Number: 1 Date: 1953

[pansexualkiba]

"Kacchan… St-Stop being mean!" Izuku cried.

"Oh yeah, Deku?" Bakugou smirked, hands popping dangerously, "Or what?"

"Or… Or else…" Izuku stammered, before he squeezed his eyes shut and screamed, "OR YOU'RE UNINVITED FROM MY BIRTHDAY PARTY!"

Bakugou froze, then immediately began to tear up over the prospect of not being invited to Izuku's thirteenth birthday party.

[writer59january13]

Inextricably rooted with hair fixation

As a lad in grade school, yours truly, (a diminutive, intuitive, oversensitive, and vegetative potato head kid, whose voice exhibited a severe nasal twang) felt envious at other boys, especially those young bucks who sported budding antlers plus thick thatch of hair. Even now as a grown man of three score plus three earthly orbitz, (come January thirteenth add another Roman Numeral one), I (an aging long haired pencil necked geek) idolize guys genetically gifted with a full - high scoring rack plus luscious non dreadful locks. Mine grungy unkempt appearance immediate trademark characteristic feature for more'n half my existence on terrestrial plain, represented antiauthority, familiarity, insularity, minority, peculiarity, security, and vulgarity (nah), which most likely undermined my quest acquiring gainful employment, encouraging heterosexual monogamous relationships (prior to meeting the missus), and unearthing the Holy Grail. Analogous to Samson courtesy thru poetry, I exercise

futile search for Delilah;

She most likely wants nothing

from an old quacking geezer alternate self appellation for no particular rhyme nor reason;

Now bring unto one donning barren

“fake” trumpeting Caesar

seven salad dressings

deep in ego freezer

and lettuce deign at your plea azure.

Underneath façade of mien scruffiness can be found amazingly graceful fella with boyish good looks, innocence and naiveté to boot, especial body dysmorphic disorder regarding chicken legs re: spindleshanks, (which serve as laughingstock of dis hair reed ole coot) oft times clad with deep purple polka dotted sweatpants don nontrumpeting Norwegian bachelor galoot.

Asian old wise owl chimes and utters embarrassing non repeatable hoot, thus even bestowed with ample loot to purchase peloton bike would be laudatory suggestion, nevertheless vigorous exercise point iz moot cuz said skinny limbs foregone conclusion impossible mission anatomical feature aye, (nor anyone else could ever troubleshoot). See them dang toothpick spindleshanks aforementioned limbs accoutered for walking permanently stunted on par with boy build courtesy anorexia nervosa, I experienced during prepubescence wood comprise subject of mooch talking especially if yours truly wore shorts, or even daresay skivvies out in public. Both above listed portion of poem I write surprisingly, truthfully, and aye preferably, and uncomfortably uninvite today January 8th, 2023 actually tonight to rendezvous somewhere in cyber space/time after posting preposterous poem

electronically date/time stamped

01/8/2023 4:23:21 PM

present to these myopic eyes a scary sight

regarding regular instances I shower as occurred earlier... quite lamentable, these twiggy body parts gave Lesley Hornby Dame Lesley Lawson DBE legs her stock in trade, but blink to fast, and she becomes an oversight born September 19, 1949 still going strong, flitting light

to and fro, hither and yon an English model, actress, and singer renown during the nineteen sixties approximately 5′ 6″ in height widely known by the nickname Twiggy got serious money by the pound, when upstart me ten years her junior totally unbeknownst to her if so, she would serious take flight. Matthew Scott Harris bejesus, he tried (think self starvation) nearly successful being unseen, yours truly set his permanent physique as one wimpy, scraggly, and nerdy teen unlike above faded former star regaled as Twiggy on silver screen, yet his posthumous fifteen minutes of fame encompasses

poetic style like (like for real) never see arose during 2020 pandemic i.e. coronavirus COVID-19 quarantine and commenced quirky endeavor crafting slapdash poetaster faux philistine nonsensical, heretical (rather hair reticle), and atypical ridiculous rhyme wondering if ye keen find any redeeming quality courtesy this human haz been.

[deancaspinefest]

Fallen

Author: Chi Yagami | Artist: bihuntersandgayangels Posting on Tuesday March 22

Once upon a time during the days of old, an angel with dark feathers cursed a human child, and ever since, black wings have become a symbol of the Fallen - angels who curse newborns instead of blessing them.

Burdened with ebony feathers, Castiel has never tried to bless a child. He knows humans will fear him. But with a push from Gabriel, Castiel attends his first Blessing, and everything goes exactly as he suspected - the humans believe he is there to curse the child. But brave little Dean Winchester begs to have Castiel curse him instead of his baby brother. Although well-intended, Castiel bestows Dean with a forbidden gift.

In doing this, he forever alters Dean's timeline.

Keep reading for a sneak preview!

Once upon a time during the days of old, in a faraway land, there lived a king and queen. For years, they had wished for a child, and, finally, a daughter was born. A holiday was proclaimed in her honor across the kingdom, and everyone was invited to attend in honor of the princess's birth. Everyone, high and low, came from far and wide. From the country... and the skies, as was tradition.  Being a royal celebration, twelve angels were invited, each with a different blessing to bestow upon the child. However, a thirteenth angel, uninvited and spurned, arrived at the castle with ill intent. His name was Lucifer, and he wore dark robes and bore giant, black wings. As revenge, the angel had not come bearing a gift... but a curse. The princess fell into a permanent sleep upon her sixteenth birthday... and she never awoke.

Despite thousands of years having past, with Lucifer having fallen from Heaven as a result of his actions, the story is well-known among angels and humans alike. Angels with black wings are feared and detested. Even birds with dark plumage are said to bring bad luck on the day of a child's birth. “You know the story as well as I do, Brother,” Castiel argues for fifth time.  “How can you still insist upon this ill-advised arrangement?” His brother, one of hundreds, is to attend the birth celebration of a child in two days. Gabriel, the social creature, has other plans made and now holds conflicting obligations. “Cassie, I fail to see the problem here,” the other angel responds, uncaring. “You have always wanted to bestow a gift upon a human, and here I am, offering you the chance on a silver platter.  How are you still arguing?” “I have said it before, and now I say it again – quit calling me 'Cassie'. It's Castiel,” he replies, frustration growing.  “And you know as well as I that I will be removed from the premises as soon as I arrive. I can't exactly hide the color of my wings!” Gabriel rolls his eyes. “Look, these people...” He grabs the invitation scroll from where it has been sitting innocently on the table between the two. “The Winchesters, they aren't exactly royalty, all right?  Not even Joneses.  John Winchester is war veteran who works as a mechanic.  His wife comes from a more prominent family – if you're counting peace officers.” “Which means the gift should be special, a Blessing from a true angel,” Castiel argues grumpily, but his brother expectantly ignores him. “And what are you then, Twix in a Snickers wrapper?  These are nobodies from nowhere – in Kansas of all places. You're not Blessing the Queen of England.”   “What is your point, Gabriel?” “My point, Cassie,” he contends, throwing an arm around his younger brother, “is that these parents are lucky to have you. They should feel grateful an angel even bothered to accept. It's not like the old days, when invitations were rare.  Now, it's as if every human has enough wealth to call upon us. We're busy as it is.” Castiel shrugs away from Gabriel.   “I still think you should go, considering it was you who officially accepted.” Gabriel winks. “Sorry baby bro, but Queen Kali of India invited me to the ceremony for her sixth child. There's no way I'm missing that!  She knows how to throw a party.” “Exactly, you were present for her first five children. I think you can spare a day for the celebration you already committed to beforehand.” “Castiel.” Gabriel rarely uses his full name unless he is completely serious. He claps the younger angel on the shoulder. “We've been brothers for ages, and we've been close for decades. I've noticed you, Castiel.” Gabriel's eyes stare into his with affection, and a little pity. “You have watched many of our brothers and sisters receive assignments for Blessings. You've seen others, like me, be specifically requested.  You have watched and yearned for years... since the practice began, probably. No one here is stopping you from accepting an assignment. But you've never even tried.” Castiel lowers his eyes to the floor, knowing his brother speaks the truth.  He had accepted his dark-colored wings and their unfavorable perceptions on principle.  He knew, from the beginning, that humans would not welcome him into their homes.  Castiel never received an assigned invitation... but he never requested one, either.  He has merely watched – and wanted – in silence. “That fairytale is ancient,” Gabriel continues. “Do some humans still fear dark wings? Yes, they probably do. But you know what?” Glancing back up, Castiel meets his brother's kind smile. “A lot of humans don't follow religion these days, but they still join in on the festivities. Events like Christmas and Blessings are celebrated by a variety of believers and non-believers alike. I bet there are some humans who would love to be Blessed by an angel, any angel, even one with black wings. Once they meet you, and you explain things, I'm sure everything will run smoothly.” But of course, things do not run smoothly, contrary to Gabriel's prediction.

[continue reading on Ao3 on Tuesday March 22]

[princesssarisa]

Sleeping Beauty Spring: "The Sleeping Beauty" (1954 silhouette animated short)

Lotte Reiniger, whose career spanned from the 1920s through the 1970s, was one of animation's great pioneers. Her delicately beautiful silhouette animation, a form of stop-motion that she created by backlighting flat cutouts of paper or wood, was some of the first animation used to tell serious stories rather than just for comedy. Her 1926 film The Adventures of Prince Achmed is the oldest surviving full-length animated feature, predating Disney's Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs by more than a decade. Over the course of her long career, she made two versions of Sleeping Beauty: one in 1922 in her native Germany, which is apparently lost, and this 10-minute short from 1954, which she produced in London after relocating there.

Despite being British-made, The Sleeping Beauty reflects Reiniger's German origins by following the Grimms' version of the tale, with only a few light embellishments. It opens with the King and Queen overjoyed by the birth of their daughter, Princess Beauty, and planning a celebration. But they find that they own just twelve golden dishes, so one of the kingdom's thirteen fairies goes uninvited. The next day, messengers venture out into nature to invite the fairies – beautiful, floating female figures in wispy dresses and with flowers and leaves in their hair, who sit on flowers or tree branches. At the castle, they accordingly give the baby princess their gifts. But far away, a tiny dragon-like creature informs the thirteenth fairy – a witch-like figure with a long nose and chin, clad in a spiky dress, and associated with thistles – that a feast is taking place without her. She promptly flies to the castle and curses Beauty to prick her finger and die on her fifteenth birthday. But the small, young Rose Fairy softens the curse to a hundred-year sleep. Nonetheless, the King orders all spindles destroyed, and his soldiers are shown taking spindles from weeping peasant women in town.

Fifteen years later, on her birthday, Princess Beauty is wandering in the garden, when she discovers a strange tower a short distance from the castle. From the window, an old woman beckons her. It is, of course, the thirteenth fairy in disguise; Beauty finds her spinning with a drop spindle and sits down to try it herself, only to prick her finger. When she falls asleep, the rest of the court instantly falls asleep too, and majestic snake-like briars surround the castle.

A hundred years later, the Prince discovers the castle, and an old shepherd tells him the legend of Beauty. When he approaches the castle, the thorns part, and he soon discovers the tower where Beauty sleeps in her chair. He kisses her, the spell is broken, Beauty joyfully introduces her Prince to her parents, and the final image shows the outside of the castle as the briars magically vanish.

Like most of Lotte Reiniger's films, this short is silent, but with a male narrator telling the story in voiceover. But while the tale is simply told, the visuals make this version stand out. The delicate beauty of Reiniger's silhouette world, with fluid animation and with intricate details of leaves, flowers, clothing, and Gothic architecture standing out despite the medium of black cardboard cutouts, is perfectly suited to a fairy tale. These visuals are perfectly complimented by the gentle, delicate musical score of Freddie Phillips.

Short and silent though it is, this lovely Sleeping Beauty is a must-see for anyone who loves fairy tale adaptations and uniquely captivating animation.

@ariel-seagull-wings, @faintingheroine, @thealmightyemprex, @the-blue-fairie, @themousefromfantasyland, @reds-revenge, @comma-after-dearest, @autistic-prince-cinderella, @fairytaleslive, @paexgo-rosa, @thatscarletflycatcher

[sunsoothed]

hair(care)

remember this post? yes i wrote the fic. with some angst and backstory as a treat! family bonding time and people learning to love. the ao3 summary is "Yohan first learns affection through money, then oil." which i think is really really funny.

word count: 1696

read on ao3

apologies for any errors, and enjoy!

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The first time Yohan tries, it is before everything. He’s allowed to err here and there, require an entire braid to be unwound and redone. He’s allowed to experiment with the clips and the ribbons and decide when the act is complete and present his art to his niece and his family. Elijah is rightfully fawned over, cheeks bright and smiles brighter, holding onto her uncle and hiding her face in his shoulder with glee.

That was, of course, before everything.

-

If Yohan has touched a hair on Elijah’s head since, it is only to make a promise or only in her sleep.

The doctors will take care of you, don’t worry. Samcheon is here. I won’t let them hurt you any more than you already have been.

Midnight, in that agonising few months of hospital rooms and the claustrophobic rehabilitation centre. When Elijah is able to perceive nothing but her breath, Yohan, hands reverent; soothing his own fears through comforting his niece. Things will be okay. We’ll be fine. A few grounding breaths are never enough, not after he learns what those monsters took from his niece.

And when Elijah cries. When she first asks after her mother and father, why they aren’t by her side, why is it just samcheon everyday? When Yohan’s tears ring before hers, for the first and last time. I’m sorry, so is declared. I’ll fix this, so is promised. He holds her as close as he can permit himself to, and vows to burn down this world if she asks him to.

-

Elijah, once, four years since, on her tenth birthday, asks him, “Can you help me?”

Yohan will pretend like he hasn’t been starved of hearing those words. He follows her to her room, honoured of her trip halfway across the house.

“The girls at school,” Elijah fumbles about, wringing her hands together, “that… they wear their…”

He stands in her doorway, somewhat uninvited, waits for her to finish.

“They wear their hair, kind of… like this,” Elijah mimics some variation of a hairstyle best she can, two locks of her hair held in her hands, the parting off. “I was just…”

Yohan, unfortunately, understands little. “Do you need a haircut?”

Elijah’s hands fall, as does the thin hope upon her features. “It’s nothing,” she dismisses. “I only called you because ahjumma wasn’t in today. It’s fine.”

Yohan blinks. “I can help if —”

“It’s fine,” Elijah hisses. “I was mistaken.”

-

If there is any chance of that ever happening again, time will have to be reversed. Elijah turns twelve, and things change, and Yohan notes his laptop has been hacked.

He buys her a cake for her thirteenth birthday that finds itself smashed against a wall and a demand for no such recurrence.

Yohan will never disobey her. Not with things that she can control.

So he buys no cakes, but buys her a building and channels the affection he allows himself to feel once a month in an allowance that shocks Ms Ji despite the lifetime she’s spent in this family.

Once, there is a package of hair care products with their usual shipment of essentials, which Ms Ji makes a show of putting in Yohan’s way. When he relents, it only takes a tilt of head to the east of the house for her to get the hint. He never knows if Elijah uses them, but the list goes on to include some products out of the large batch he’d purchased, and Yohan considers buying another building.

-

On her sixteenth birthday, Yohan asks, “Do you want to have a birthday party?”

Elijah asks, “Who will we call?”

Yohan nods, for that is an apt answer.

-

When Kim Gaon comes, Elijah hates him more than usual. That, Yohan had expected. What he hadn’t was that this hatred would melt away faster than ice when met with fire.

The frist time Elijah sports a more delicate hairstyle than the usual ponytail, Yohan thinks it’s a trick of the light. But she turns her head when retrieving cereal, and her hair is still parted that way and a short braid runs from behind her ear into the clipped-back hair at the back of her head, and Yohan pauses to stare.

Instead of their noncommittal acknowledgement of each other each morning, he asks, “When did you…” and gestures to the back of his head.

Elijah shrugs, looking over at him impassively for a moment before pursuing her breakfast once again. Kim Gaon slides into view, grin perpetually etched into his face, asks, “Elijah, did it stay?”

To which Elijah smiles back, and now Yohan’s eyebrows remain shot up.

Kim Gaon continues to talk, “It’s experimental. We’ll try a different style tomorrow. Your hair’s long enough to make an intricate bun.”

Yohan ensures Elijah watches him conspicuously eye the both of them.

“Kim pansa,” he says, breaking the moment. “We need to go to work.”

-

The next day, and the day after that, Elijah wears her hair in different styles. Once it is a high bun with some small braids, once it is a different parting and a new set of clips. Yohan observes critically over breakfast as Elijah holds her head a certain way to ensure it doesn’t fall into her food, and thinks, how impractical.

She catches him looking, so she hoists a sour look, to which Yohan responds with an exaggerated tilt of his head, aiming to mimic her.

“Don’t make fun of her,” Kim Gaon’s imposing voice interrupts. “Elijah looks fantastic today.”

Elijah beams. Yohan is disarmed of a biting reply for he hasn’t seem her teeth take on anything but a stubborn baring of power in front of him. He spends the rest of the day replaying it.

-

When things so south and north again, when Elijah acknowledges, begrudgingly, that her uncle did not have it out for her father, Kim Gaon mediates harmoniously.

He spends an evening making them both chase the cat around the house.

It’s an inane idea, even Elijah hates it, but he tells them the reason Kkomi starts throwing things off their desks at four in the morning is because she’s understimulated, and that even a cat needs to exercise.

So it’s Elijah’s job to get her rilled up enough to run — in a cat’s terribly comic way — away from them, and Yohan’s to ensure she keeps running around.

He’s insane, is what Kim Gaon is. Elijah’s more than sure this borders on some ethical offense. Yohan sure seems to find some pleasure in making the cat scared for her life.

Gaon congratulates them both with a mid-evening coffee and snack break. Elijah actually, voluntarily, asks for Yohan to pass the plate of biscuits across, and thanks him — thanks him! — when he does.

Before they all retire to bed, after another shared meal, Elijah calls for him from down the hall.

“Yohan!”

He turns, maintaining what he thinks is a smile.

“Can you try and get some coconut oil?”

“What for?”

Elijah scrutinises him, gauging how he doesn’t understand something so obvious. “For my hair.”

Yohan nods, still not on the same page, but very much wanting to be. “I’ll get it,” he assures.

He doesn’t blink twice at the astronomical shipping price.

-

It’s a tall bottle, imported and primly packaged, that greets Elijah when she returns home from her weekly ice-cream run with Gaon.

She eyes it, suspicious, before their resident busybody stands in her doorway and says, “Oh, bujang-nim actually bought it for you.”

Elijah blinks at Gaon innocently. Yohan does listen to her sometimes.

“Material wealth,” Gaon seems to understand. “We’ll put it in your hair tomorrow, okay? Keep it in for a few hours.”

“A few hours?” Yohan voices, having just turned the corner, dressed as he usually is at home.

“What are you doing here,” Elijah mutters, shooting a scowl at Yohan as he stands in her doorway as well.

He scowls back, never one to back down from a challenge, as Gaon goes on about the benefits of oiling hair behind them.

-

“Don’t pull,” Elijah hisses.

“I’m not,” Yohan insists, but puts less force into his actions nonetheless.

Gaon and Ms Ji are monitoring them, mirroring each other with their arms crossed and leaning against opposite sides of the doorway.

Yohan sections Elijah’s hair into three parts after brushing through it, the fine-toothed comb surprisingly sparse of broken hair.

“Gaon has been helping me take care of it,” Elijah had explained, when he errantly asked. “What, did you think I’m some sort of wild animal?”

Yohan carefully collects some oil in his palms, completely foreign to this, eyes flickering up to Gaon for guidance. Gaon is absolutely no help.

So he trusts his instincts and starts at Elijah’s scalp, rubbing oil in, and ends with oil down his forearms and Elijah’s hair in a thick braid. She’s fast asleep.

“That means you did a good job,” Gaon whispers to him.

Yohan would smile, but such affection hardly suits his face. He pats Gaon’s face with an oily hand, leaves him spluttering, and grins to himself as he tries to wash the oil off.

-

It barely becomes a routine, because despite Gaon’s somewhat vast knowledge on hair care and what Elijah read online, washing oil out of your hair can be a nightmare. But Ms Ji and Gaon have observed their two sulking overlords interacting with an increasing frequency, even if it is sometimes just to disagree about an arrangement of clips or parting of hair.

Gaon had supposed, somewhat, that his bujang-nim had at least an understanding of style. In his discussions with his niece, though, when somehow colour schemes and draping becomes relevant, Gaon admits he’d underestimated Kang Yohan.

Later Elijah will decide she wants to dress for dinner as well, and Yohan will be the only one diligently obeying the formality. So much so that he will leave a guest in the company of the villainous home to attend to his niece’s requests. No one will ask about the pink bow in her hair, but it’s more than enough for Yohan to know that he tied it up.

[riversofmars]

Really very random one for Day 18! I love imagining what happened in between The Traitor and Time's Horizon and I have this HC of Thirteen hiding away from the universe while coming to terms with the Timeless Child stuff, so here we are!

Prompt: Doctor's Visit

Fandom: Doctor Who

Characters: Liv Chenka & Thirteenth Doctor

Rating: G

Summary: In order to join the Ides Institute's Orpheus mission, Liv is required to provide a clear bill of health. As any official exam would have flagged up her poor medical condition, she seeks out a physician-for-hire in an unsavoury part of the Frontier Colonies.

Doctor's Visit

Liv checked the address on the piece of paper she was holding and compared it to the one of the uninviting shack she found herself in front of. She wasn’t sure what she had expected to find. The slums of the Frontier Colonies were notorious and under different circumstances, she wouldn’t have ventured this far off the beaten track. Unfortunately, she had run out of other options, so here she was.

The Ides Institute had insisted on a health report - from a doctor other than Liv herself - to attest to her health, to confirm that she was fit for service... but of course she wasn’t; she was dying. Eight months in the bowls of an isotope carrier had shredded her metabolism and given her Theta ray poisoning. While the effects weren’t necessarily visible, the condition was terminal. Liv had no way of knowing how much longer she had. That sort of radiation poisoning was unpredictable, her body could give out at any time. Regardless, she had no intention of dying here, in the backend of beyond. She didn’t want to spend what little time she had left around people that knew who she was or in fear of the Daleks catching up with her. No. She had to get away.

The science vessel Orpheus would be a perfect escape: a one way trip to the end of the universe. What did she have to lose? She might as well try and see something before she kicked it. She could be sure her past wouldn’t catch up with her there. Of course she hadn’t shared any of her motivations with the Ides Institute. As far as they were concerned, she was a brilliant med-tech and well-qualified for the mission. They were interested in having her, all she needed was a clean bill of health. In her own medical opinion, her condition was compatible with cryogenic sleep so all in all she deemed it a risk worth taking. She just needed a doctor to sign her off.

She knew that in the Frontier Colonies anything could be accomplished at the right price so she had asked around. Now, she found herself in front of a shack that supposedly belonged to a doctor that should be able to help her.

“Let’s do this then…“ Liv mumbled to herself, checking the inside pockets of her coat one last time: blaster pistol and a wad of credits, whichever way the conversation went she would be prepared. She stepped forward and knocked on the door.

“It’s open!“ A female voice called and slowly Liv pushed on the door that gave way easily.

Liv took a deep breath, preparing to state her business, but she lost her train of thought when she stepped inside the hut. The place looked nothing like any doctor’s practice Liv had ever seen before. It resembled, perhaps, an alchemist’s den. There were herbs hanging down from a wooden beam, jars of mysterious contents on high shelves. In stark contrast there was a workstation that donned advanced medical equipment. All sorts of artefacts that she couldn’t place were scattered around. It was a lot to take in.

“Hiya!“ The owner of the voice appeared far less threatening than Liv had feared on her way here. “I’m the Doctor, how can I help?“ She was a petite woman with short blonde hair. Her clothes were colourful, her smile bright. Not exactly what she had expected of a dodgy physician who offered medical services for credits.

“The Doctor?“ Liv echoed, a painful memory resurfacing immediately. The last person she had met by that name she still cursed, even nine months later. The Doctor was the reason she was here. Life on Nixyce VII had been dreadful, barely surviving under Dalek occupation, but she almost longed for the simplicity of it now. If she hadn’t met the Doctor, things would have remained bearable, but following the Doctor’s interference, there was no way Liv could have stayed. The Daleks had set out to teach them a lesson, to break them, to draw every last bit of hope from the population so they would never dare to rise up again. And at the same time, the people had turned their backs on Liv, refusing to accept her help, united in their view of her as the Traitor. The terrible thing was that Liv now believed them. The Doctor had made her an accomplice to his treachery. He had helped the Daleks. She couldn’t forgive him for that; and she couldn’t forgive herself either. So she had run away and here she was. How ironic to be reminded of that now.

“Yeah, just the Doctor,“ the woman carried on.

“Right, of course, no names…“ Liv nodded, accepting that it was just a coincidence.

“Is there something I can help you with?“ The Doctor asked, as she seemed to sense her hesitation.

“Yeah…“ Liv shook off her memories and focused on the task at hand. She reached into her bag and pulled out a data pad. “I was told you can help me with this.“ She held it out to her.

“Medical report?“ The blonde raised her eyebrows and examined the device. It was made of reinforced glass and displayed a document.

“Need a qualified doctor to sign it,“ Liv explained.

“Are the qualifications absolutely necessary?“ The Doctor asked sheepishly.

“I suppose not. Just so long as the Ives Institute accepts them,“ Liv replied. She didn’t care what sort of medical knowhow this doctor did or didn’t have. So long as they had the accreditation to get her into the Orpheus program, she wasn’t bothered.

“So you don’t want me to examine or heal you?“ The Doctor questioned and Liv gave a bitter laugh.

“Bit late for that,“ she retorted. She had made peace with the prospect of her death. She wasn’t about to let some random woman who may or may not be an actual medical doctor examine her.

“Right,“ the Doctor hummed, her expression surprisingly concerned, given the fact that they didn’t know each other.

“So are you gonna do it?“ Liv pressed on. She wanted to get things over and done with. She didn’t want to waste any time, especially when she didn’t know how much of it she had left. “I can pay you.“ She reached into her coat pocket in search of her credits.

“Ah no, don’t worry about that, you might need it,“ the blonde woman shook her head.

“I also need this report signed,“ Liv retorted, bewildered at the odd response. This was not how she had expected the business negotiations to go.

“I’ll get that done for you,“ the Doctor smiled and started swiping through the date pad, until she reached the confirmation screen. She pressed her hand to the surface, allowing her hand print to be recorded as a means of verification. Liv was surprised at the ease and confidence with which she did it. Her credentials seemed to be more genuine than Liv would have anticipated. “Is there anything else I can do for you?“ She smiled as she handed the pad over.

“You’ve just helped me massively, thanks,“ Liv was slightly stunned at how easy this process had been.

“I mean… are you okay?“ The Doctor tilted her head a little, looking the med-tech up and down.

“Course.“ Liv forced a smile.

“Something is weighing you down,“ the blonde observed, her voice concerned.

“Are you a soothsayer too?“ Liv joked to brush over her insecurity of wondering whether her emotional state was that obvious to everyone.

“Just an observation,“ the Doctor stated matter-of-factly. “We’ve all done things we’re not proud of, Liv. That’s why I’m here. Just… hiding away from the rest of the universe for a bit until… things make a little more sense I guess.“

“Do we know each other?“ Liv frowned as a weird sort of feeling came over her, like an odd sense of deja vu almost.

“Oh no.“ The other woman shook her head with a chuckle.

“Then how do you know my name?“ The med-tech frowned.

“It’s on the form,“ the Doctor shrugged and Liv couldn’t deny that.

“Right…“

“You’ll be fine, Liv, really, you will be.“ To Liv’s surprise, the Doctor reached out for her hand. It was a gesture that should have felt uncomfortable and invasive from a stranger and yet seemed oddly comforting and familiar. It only served to reinforce the hopelessness of her situation.

“I’m going to the end of the universe to die. One-way trip to where no-one knows me. Fine? Doesn’t really sound like it,“ Liv retorted, pulling her hand back.

“But it’s what you want?“ The Doctor asked.

“What I want, Doctor, is a different life. One where I can be the person I wanted to be. Not a disgraced shadow of…“ Liv broke off, laughing bitterly at how ridiculous the conversation was turning out to be. “Why am I even telling you this?“ She shook her head to herself. “I wanted to see the universe. Ever since I was a little girl I wanted to go and see the stars. Worked out so well…“

“I’m sure you will, Liv. In fact, I know you will,“ the Doctor took her hand again, holding it firmly this time, forcing Liv to look at her and pay attention to what she had to say: “You will see the universe and you will do impressive things and you will help people and people will want to be with you, you will have friends, you will have love, you will have… a life, after all this.“

“Are you a priest or something?“ Liv huffed but she couldn’t deny the uplifting effect her words had on her. She was wrong of course, with what little time she had left, most of those things were well out of the realms of possibility. She would, however, see the universe. Now that she had her medical records verified, she would be allowed to join the Orpheus and travel to the end of it. And that, at least, was something.

“No. Like you, I’m a doctor and I help people,“ the Doctor smiled.

“Thank you. You have… helped me… even if I don’t believe a word of what you just said,“ Liv managed a small smile and gave her hand a squeeze before they both let go.

“Guess you will just have to wait and see which one of us is right. Best of luck, Liv Chenka,“ the Doctor smiled. “See you soon.“

[unwelcome-ozian]

Why are the number 31 and 13 important in satanic groups?

The Moon travels an average of 13 degrees a day and there are 13 weeks between the equinoxes and the solstices.

On October 13, 1307, that Friday the 13th would become a day meaning bad luck. The Knights Templar raid occurred on this date.

The number 13 became a number of fear and superstition because the 13th card of the Tarot is the card of Death.

13 was the characteristic number of participants in many orders and occult groups, including sacred meals. Some modern covens may have 13 members, but most range in size from four to 20 members. Covens usually conduct their meetings at the full moon, which occurs 13 times a year.

In the occult science of numerology the belief is, “He who understands the number 13 will be given power and dominion. It is a number of upheaval and destruction; a symbol of power which, if wrongly used, will wreak havoc and destruction upon itself.”

In Norse mythology, Loki causes chaos as the uninvited 13th guest at a feast for the gods. In the Bible, Judas Iscariot is the 13th person at the Last Supper.

Thirteen was also important to the Egyptians, who believed that life has 13 stages, the last of which is death -- the transition to eternal life.”

Genesis 14:4, “Twelve years they served Chedorlaomer, and in the thirteenth year they rebelled.” The number 13 represents rebellion.

31 doesn’t have much meaning in the occult, it’s the reversal of the number thirteen and on October 31 is Halloween.

In the Gematria 3 = Divine Completeness 31 = Offspring

Oz

[jcmorrigan]

Critical Hit!

The F/O? Giovanni Potage from Epithet Erased. The S/I? Rachel Scribere - mundie, writer of much fanfiction, independent contractor supervillainous minion who has also given up on adulting. (Most of those things apply to me IRL!)  I’m only YT-current, not VRV-current, and it’s been four episodes, so I’m well aware this ship could get sunk at any time. I’m just having fun while I can. This was a ventfic I made after a disagreement with a loved one (which happens from time to time; I love my mother very much despite our occasional friction) because my self-esteem is shit! Self-indulgence is self-care, friends!

***

“WHAT? WHO MADE YOU CRY? I’LL CLOBBER ‘EM!”

           I stared, wide-eyed, at the frantic man before me. “No!” I screamed hurriedly. “You can’t clobber my mom!”

           “WHY NOT?”

           “BECAUSE SHE’S MY MOM! WOULD YOU WANT ME TO CLOBBER YOUR MOM?”

           “…No.” He deflated. “So what happened?”

           “I just – we had a disagreement,” I choked out. “I know she didn’t mean it, but now I feel like I just fucked up, and she told me I wasn’t a fucking failure, but I know better - “

           “Teleports behind you.”

           The whisper in my ear was the only warning. Of course, Giovanni couldn’t exactly come up behind me, given that my back was pressed to the headboard, but he did rather suddenly come to sit right beside me, pressed close, one arm hooking around my waist to pull me in.

           “You know you’re not a failure, Composer,” he said in his usual cheery tone. “Would I employ a failure as my minion?”

           “Yes.”

           “What the – no! It just LOOKS that way because all my minions think they’re failures, too! But none of them’s a failure! They’re trying your best, and you really, REALLY try your best, Composer!”

           I didn’t believe him. I just started sobbing harder.

           That was when I found my face pressed to his chest, both slender arms around me now. “It’s okay, Composer,” he said softly. A very particular tone. The “ASMR voice,” I jokingly called it. You would think that his rather loud and harsh-sounding voice wasn’t capable of sounding dulcet, but…if you think that, you obviously weren’t listening to the title cards where he reads the show name. “You’re a fighter, just like me! This adulting stuff is really scary, but you’re already doing so much better than me! Believe me, you don’t wanna know about my insurance situation. Changing subject: you know what I am really good at? Being there for my precious minions! And I’m gonna be there for you all three hours, no matter what! You can’t escape my Deadly Embrace of Immoral Support!” He paused, musing. “How many times did I hug you today?”

           “I don’t – I don’t know – “

           “Because if this is hug number twelve, that means the thirteenth hug is gonna be critical.”

           “I thought that only worked for your attack power.” At least I wasn’t sobbing anymore.

           “No, it totally works for hugs,” he said flippantly. He remembered, then, how well I responded to back rubs, and acted accordingly, his palm moving in steady circles. “You’re gonna be okay, Composer. And if you can’t fight, well, I’ll fight for you! Your stupid insurance agent can taste my soul-slugger doom-bat!”

           When I started convulsing, he must have thought, at first, that I was crying harder, because he froze. But then I made it quite clear I was laughing. “Fuck, Gio. I don’t deserve you.”

           “Sure you do! I’m the best thing anyone can deserve!”

           “No. I mean you’re TOO good.”

           “Which means I’m exactly right for a perfect person like you!”

           I shifted to look up into his eyes – with their usual debonair expression, a brow raised for dramatic effect. “Thank you,” I whispered.

           “Anytime, Composer,” he told me. “Man, look at the time, though. Don’t you usually hit the hay earlier than this when you gotta wake up early for grown-up stuff?”

           “Yeah…but I just…”

           “Go on, lay down. You’ve earned it.”

           I let myself be weak. I let him guide me into a lying position, let him pull the blanket up over me and settle it around my shoulders, let him set my glasses on the bedside table.

           “Don’t you worry about a thing,” he said gently as he lay beside me, stroking my face with a finger. “When you wake up, I’m gonna be right there with you, and we’re gonna be SO awesome! And then, at the end of the day, we can par-ty hearty! Maaaaaybe go steal a few shiny things? Crash someone’s bouncy castle uninvited? Oh, oh, how about we break into the library after hours and ‘check out’ all the books you want without actually using your card!” He snickered to himself. “I’m so evil, I impress myself.”

           “If we get through this,” I told him, “we can do whatever you want.”

           “And that means you promised we could do whatever I want, because you’re gonna get through this!”

           I softly shut my eyes. “Night, Gio.”

           “Night, Composer.” A long pause. Then, softly: “I love you so much.”

           “I love me too.” I smiled. “And also you.”

           He settled into position, arm draped around me, one leg hitched up to intersect with my own knee. I thought I heard him mutter the number “twelve.” And that was the last I knew for the night.

[primusliber-traduzioni]

Alesana - Where Myth Fades to Legend, traduzione testi

La vita non ha senso senza di te

Che magnifica tortura sa essere l’amore

Mi si spezza il cuore desiderandoti

Che deliziosa tortura sa essere l’amore

(da: As You Wish)

1. Alesana – This Is Usually the Part Where People Scream, traduzione

Questa di solito è la parte dove la gente urla

   Dici che mi batti?

Fatti sotto, fatti sotto

Dici che salverai la situazione?

Fatti sotto, fatti sotto

Sei pronto?

Fatti sotto

Te le faccio vedere io un paio di cosette

   Tu penserai anche di essere furbo, ma non lo sei

Comincia pure a tirar fuori le bare

Credimi, ragazzo, stanotte ci dormirai dentro

Non abbiamo nessuna certezza di uscirne vivi

Piantala di frignare e diamoci dentro

Caro mio, è ora di prepararsi a combattere

Piantala di frignare e diamoci dentro

   Benvenuti allo spettacolo

È una storia che avete già sentito mille volte

Per cui mettetevi seduti e immergetevi insieme a me

Non smetteranno mai di tramandare questo racconto

Benvenuti allo spettacolo

È l’occasione di salvare il mondo o perdere la ragazza

Salviamo il mondo

Gli eroi salveranno la situazione

   Tu penserai anche di aver vinto, ma ti assicuro che non è finita

Tu penserai anche di aver vinto, ma ti assicuro che non è finita

   Potrebbe essere la nostra ultima occasione per ribellarci finalmente

Siamo qua e siamo pronti a combattere

Nessuno di noi fuggirà davanti a qualcuno

Arrivano tempeste

Non abbiamo nessuna certezza di uscirne vivi

Piantala di frignare e diamoci dentro

Dobbiamo essere superiori e combattere

Diventeremo eroi

   Benvenuti allo spettacolo

È una storia che avete già sentito mille volte

Per cui mettetevi seduti e immergetevi insieme a me

Non smetteranno mai di tramandare questo racconto

Benvenuti allo spettacolo

È l’occasione di salvare il mondo o perdere la ragazza

Salviamo il mondo

Gli eroi salveranno la situazione

   Questa è la parte dove in teoria dovete urlare

Questa è la parte dove in teoria dovete urlare

Questa è la parte dove in teoria dovete urlare

Questa è la parte dove in teoria dovete urlare

Quando urlerete, noi diventeremo eroi

   Benvenuti allo spettacolo

È una storia che avete già sentito mille volte

Per cui mettetevi seduti e immergetevi insieme a me

Non smetteranno mai di tramandare questo racconto

Benvenuti allo spettacolo

È l’occasione di salvare il mondo o perdere la ragazza

Salviamo il mondo

Gli eroi salveranno sempre la situazione

Salviamo il mondo

Gli eroi salveranno la situazione

Salviamo il mondo

Gli eroi salveranno sempre la situazione

       2. Alesana – Goodbye, Goodnight, for Good, traduzione

Addio, buonanotte, per sempre

   Fa la sua brutta comparsa la gelosia

Non le dimenticherò le cose che hai detto prima

Addio, buonanotte, per sempre

Ricordati la mia faccia quando proverai il dolore

   Aiutami a dormire

Aiutami a dormire

   Ora combatto con gli occhi chiusi per le cose che ho lasciato andare

Viene fuori un soffio di fiato dolce

Strozzati con le bugie che hai detto durante l’ultimo addio

Senti la mia voce mentre dormi

Dormi bene, buonanotte

Strozzati con le bugie che hai detto durante l’ultimo addio

   L’addio mi aiuta a dormire senza il tuo ricordo

E i miei sogni distrutti fanno la polvere sopra quella che un tempo era una bugia

Non mi tormenta più

E ora te ne sei andata, mi hai lasciato solo

Non mi sbagliavo quando sentivo dentro questa cosa

E allora addio, buonanotte, per sempre

   Ora combatto con gli occhi chiusi per le cose che ho lasciato andare

Viene fuori un soffio di fiato dolce

Strozzati con le bugie che hai detto durante l’ultimo addio

Senti la mia voce mentre dormi

Dormi bene, buonanotte

Strozzati con le bugie che hai detto durante l’ultimo

   Ci trovo gusto nel sapore della tua decomposizione

Ti guardo fremente che scompari

Non saprei spiegare cosa succede dentro di me

Mi rifiuto di andare avanti a lottare contro di te

So solo che devo assicurarmi, assicurarmi che non ti sveglierai mai più

La pelle tenera cede sotto una mano tremante

   Due occhi stupendi vengono cuciti per sempre

Un filo feroce soffoca la luce

Due occhi stupendi vengono cuciti per sempre

Un filo feroce soffoca la luce

       3. Alesana – Seduction, traduzione

Seduzione

   La luce del sole mi riscalda il viso solo quando sogno te

So che mi aspetterai, è passato troppo tempo

Occhi stupendi, bugie stupende per lenire il dolore

Occhi stupendi, bugie stupende, mi uccidi

Aspetterei degli anni anche solo per sentire di nuovo il tuo contatto

Io senza di te morirò; e tu, amore mio?

Occhi stupendi, bugie stupende ti escono dalla bocca

Mentre dici il suo nome con un grido, mi uccidi

   Dalla tua dolce voce sfuggono grida mentre ti bacio un’ultima volta

Ti ricordi di me e della nostra stupenda storia d’amore?

Guardami negli occhi e dimmi sinceramente che il nostro amore non c’è più

Perché mi hai voltato le spalle?

Un giorno ti sveglierai e capirai che errore che hai fatto

   Nelle vene mi scorre il ghiaccio mentre mi ritrovo di fronte a quella che mi ha rubato tutto

La compassione non è un’opzione

   Dalla tua dolce voce sfuggono grida mentre ti bacio un’ultima volta

Ti ricordi di me e della nostra stupenda storia d’amore?

Guardami negli occhi e dimmi sinceramente che il nostro amore non c’è più

Perché mi hai voltato le spalle?

Un giorno ti sveglierai e capirai che errore che hai fatto

   Nell’amore siamo una cosa sola, inseparabili

Piacere patetico, in questo modo crolliamo

Ho visto i tuoi occhi, ti ho asciugato le lacrime, ti ho aspettato

   Chi vedi ora con gli occhi ben sigillati?

Come sposa avrai il rimorso

Come sposa avrai il rimorso

Addio

   Ti ricordi di me e della nostra stupenda storia d’amore?

Guardami negli occhi e dimmi sinceramente che il nostro amore non c’è più

Perché mi hai voltato le spalle?

Un giorno ti sveglierai e capirai

Dalla tua dolce voce sfuggono grida mentre porto a termine l’opera del mio addio

       4. Alesana – A Most Profound Quiet, traduzione

Una profondissima quiete

   Dovremmo procedere ad ammazzarla all’istante

Ma guarda che occhi adorabili che ha

Non vedo l’ora, immaginati quanto soffrirà

Qualcuno può dirmi che non sono tanto a posto?

Come hai potuto farti ingannare dalla mia affascinante messinscena?

   I giorni si dileguano, ma dentro di me brucia ancora il senso di colpa

Mi sembra di essere il responsabile

Perché non riesco a capire quanto i pezzi paiono incastrarsi?

Mi sembra di essere il responsabile

   Ma lei lo sa che prima di incontrarla, tutto quel sangue me l’ero solo sognato?

E allora perché mi tenta?

Le vedi le immagini del dolore?

Come potrei? È possibile?

Devi consegnarmela

Sono stanco di lavarmi via dalle mani ciò che ho fatto

È nel covo di un assassino che ti sei cacciata

   I giorni si dileguano, ma dentro di me brucia ancora il senso di colpa

Mi sembra di essere il responsabile

Perché non riesco a capire quanto i pezzi paiono incastrarsi?

Mi sembra di essere il responsabile

   Qualcosa in questa stanza vuota mi dice che dovrei fuggire

È ora di toglierci la maschera

Che cos’abbiamo fatto?

Ci siamo affezionati troppo

Non possiamo lasciarla scappare

Ce la siamo lasciata scappare

È l’ultima volta che ci dobbiamo rivolgere la parola

Lei non è più tua

Non possiamo lasciarla scappare

È tutta mia

   I giorni si dileguano, ma dentro di me brucia ancora il senso di colpa

Mi sembra di essere il responsabile

Perché non riesco a capire quanto i pezzi paiono incastrarsi?

Mi sembra di essere il responsabile

   Ma lei lo sa che prima di incontrarla, tutto quel sangue me l’ero solo sognato?

E allora perché mi tenta?

       5. Alesana – Red and Dying Evening, traduzione

Rosso di sera morente

   Hai finito di usarmi

   La tua parvenza di innocenza non ti proteggerà dall’odio della mia collera

Hai finito di usarmi, prenditela con te stessa per la fine che fai

Ti meriti ogni lacrima che scende

Strappati gli occhi e il sangue ti inonderà di rosso e io ti lascerò lì a morire

Una deliziosa serata agghindata di rimpianti

   L’ombra della giustizia ora ti inghiotte mentre due mani fredde raccolgono il dolore che hanno seminato

Hai finito di usarmi, prenditela con te stessa per la fine che fai

Ti meriti ogni lacrima che scende

Strappati gli occhi e il sangue ti inonderà di rosso e io ti lascerò lì a morire

Una deliziosa serata agghindata di rimpianti

   Morta per sempre

Il sapore della tua morte ha preso il posto dell’odore del tuo fiato

Una deliziosa serata agghindata di rimpianti

Soffoco la tua voglia di vivere con il mio dolore

Come ti sei fatta sedurre facilmente dall’avidità

Non le sentivi proprio le mie mani indurite che ti si avvicinavano alla gola

   Svegliati nell’incubo che è diventato il nostro amore

Che le tue urla possano non cessare mai

Hai finito di usarmi

   Non tutti i cavalieri senza macchia e senza paura possono far avverare i tuoi sogni

       6. Alesana – Better Luck Next Time, Prince Charming, traduzione

Sarai più fortunato, Principe Azzurro

   Le ombre mi danzano attorno mentre corro da solo a perdifiato

Non avrò riposo finché lei non sarà fra le mie braccia

Così vicina, eppure così lontana

Un semplice bacio per riportarla in vita, per mettere fine a questa storia

   Non tutti i cavalieri senza macchia e senza paura possono far avverare i tuoi sogni

Lui non è poi tutto quel principe azzurro che sembra

Vieni a reclamare la tua regina

Vieni a reclamare la tua regina

Vieni a reclamare la tua regina

Vieni a reclamare la tua regina

Vieni a reclamare la tua regina

Vieni a reclamare la tua regina

   Le bestie selvatiche sono fameliche, ti divoreranno presto

Ululati tetri fanno eco a urla di rabbia, ma quelle orecchie non li sentono

   Non tutti i cavalieri senza macchia e senza paura possono far avverare i tuoi sogni

Lui non è poi tutto quel principe azzurro che sembra

Vieni a reclamare la tua regina

   Sei patetico, a cosa servi?

Lei si fidava di me, ero la sua unica speranza di fuggire

Un veleno intenso e sottile accoglie i suoi occhi immobili nel sonno eterno

Se mi fossi mostrato, lei sarebbe mia

Chi è la più bella del reame?

Dimmelo di nuovo, dimmelo di nuovo: sai bene che sono io

Un semplice bacio per riportarla in vita, per mettere fine a questa storia

   Non tutti i cavalieri senza macchia e senza paura possono far avverare i tuoi sogni

Lui non è poi tutto quel principe azzurro che sembra

Faremo avverare tutti i tuoi sogni

Faremo avverare tutti i tuoi sogni

Vieni a reclamare la tua regina

       7. Alesana – The Uninvited Thirteenth, traduzione

Il tredicesimo ospite non invitato

   Avresti dovuto evitare di insultarmi

Non succederà più

Dormi, farò finta che sei morta

E mentre dormi, che tu possa essere privata della giovinezza

Dormi, tesoro mio, cara Rosaspina

Che gli incubi ti siano compagni

La vendetta è mia

   Ci dev’essere qualcosa che è sfuggito a tutti

La fine si avvicina, è proprio quello che temevo

Comincio a chiedermi se questa cosa mi tormenterà

Nonostante i dubbi, devo spezzare l’incantesimo

Che giornata stupenda per farsi torturare dai sogni dove compari tu

   Ora che si sveglia, la guarderò finalmente negli occhi

Mio splendido premio, sappi che non resterai mai più sola perché ci sono io con te

   Risvegliare le sue pallide labbra è tutto quello che desidero

Il tempo a disposizione è quasi scaduto

Sono arrivato fin qua, ormai non si torna più indietro

Ho la spada sguainata, l’unica scelta che ho è di combattere

Ormai non c’è nulla che mi possa fermare se non me stesso

   Spezzerò l’incantesimo

Salvatemi, qualcuno mi aiuti

Chiunque, vi prego

Mi sentite?

I miei occhi

Vedrò più la luce del giorno? Mai

   Ora che si sveglia, la guarderò finalmente negli occhi

Mio splendido premio, sappi che non resterai mai più sola perché ci sono io con te

   Non sfuggirete mai

Non sfuggirete mai

Rimpiangerete entrambi di non essere morti

Lui non spezzerà l’incantesimo

   Che giornata stupenda per farsi torturare dai sogni dove compari tu

Mia principessa, mi tufferò fra le spine

   Ora che si sveglia, la guarderò finalmente negli occhi

Mio splendido premio, sappi che non resterai mai più sola perché ci sono io con te

   La mia dolce principessa finalmente sveglia

       8. Alesana – Sweetheart, You Are Sadly Mistaken, traduzione

Dolcezza, purtroppo ti sbagli di grosso

   Credi a me: la fine di questa notte è ben lontana

Risparmiami le tue minacce e le tue osservazioni inutili, per favore

Avanti, vediamo se osi

Fai un altro passo verso questa gabbia, tesoro

Ti faccio vedere cosa intendo

Non posso farmi sopraffare dalla paura

Continua a sorridere e ben presto la pagherai

   Chiudi gli occhi e lascia che la mente fugga in un mondo di sogni

Io non ti sveglio

Chiudi gli occhi e tienili chiusi

La parte che sta arrivando non sarà molto bella da vedere

   Lascia perdere stanotte, domani arriverà presto

E noi saremo impegnati a cantare “La strega cattiva è morta”

“C’era una volta” fa parecchio favola

Ma mi sa che per noi è vero

   Chi è che ride adesso?

Il sangue esce a fiotti dalla sua bocca riarsa mentre implora pietà

Senti come urla

Se pensi di ottenere il mio perdono, dolcezza, purtroppo ti sbagli di grosso

Non ci dovevi portare

Non ci dovevi fare del male

Tu non hai la minima idea di cos’hai messo in moto

Ma credimi, quando avrò finito te ne accorgerai

È ora, tesoro

   Chiudi gli occhi e lascia che la mente fugga in un mondo di sogni

Io non ti sveglio

Chiudi gli occhi e tienili chiusi

La parte che sta arrivando non sarà molto bella da vedere

   Lascia perdere stanotte, domani arriverà presto

E noi saremo impegnati a cantare “La strega cattiva è morta”

“C’era una volta” fa parecchio favola

Ma mi sa che per noi è vero

   Ti conviene correre molto più veloce

Lo so che sei spaventata, ma lo sono pure io

Non osare girarti

Tieniti più forte che puoi

Lo so che hai paura, ma ce l’ho pure io

Non c’è tempo per piangere

Corri fino a non sentirti più le gambe

   Chiudi gli occhi, chiudi gli occhi

Chiudi gli occhi, chiudi gli occhi

   Lascia perdere stanotte, domani arriverà presto

E noi saremo impegnati a cantare “La strega cattiva è morta”

“C’era una volta” fa parecchio favola

Ma mi sa che per noi è vero

   Chi è che ride adesso?

Il sangue esce a fiotti dalla sua bocca riarsa mentre implora pietà

Senti come urla

Se pensi di ottenere il mio perdono, dolcezza, purtroppo ti sbagli di grosso

È ora, tesoro

       9. Alesana – And They Call This Tragedy, traduzione

E questa la chiamano tragedia

   Mi fai schifo

   Li strappo via quegli occhi di diamante che non sopporto di vedere

Uno schizzo di rosso sulla pelle bianca come carta

Questa la chiamano tragedia

Mi vengono in mente le sere che mi sussurravi dolcemente

“Per l’eternità il mio cuore è tuo”

Mi rendo conto che quelle parole sono morte

   Mentre la vita si spegne nei tuoi occhi

Quello che posso dire è che forse non è ancora troppo tardi

   Se io non posso essere amato, allora non lo sarà nessuno

Penso a questo mentre do un altro tenero bacio alle tue labbra incrostate di sangue

Questa notte questa cosa che chiami amore muore

La tua faccia mi fa ribrezzo

Sorrido e sopporto i tuoi occhi

Questa fiducia tradita decreterà la tua fine

   Mentre la vita si spegne nei tuoi occhi

Quello che posso dire è che forse non è ancora troppo tardi

Riprovaci, fai una cosa perfetta, rendimene degno

Oppure crepa, per quello che me ne frega

   È da parecchio tempo che rimando questa cosa, ma non è mai troppo tardi

Mani bianche che si stringono e occhi rossi che si infiammano

Adesso stringo i denti e porto a termine quello che so che va fatto per ammazzare il tuo ricordo

E hai detto che sarebbe durata per sempre

Hai detto che sarebbe durata per sempre

   Dopo oggi ti tormenterà il silenzio

Non può esserci alcun perdono per quello che hai fatto

Dopo oggi ti tormenterà il silenzio

Non può esserci alcun perdono per quello che hai fatto

E hai detto che sarebbe durata per sempre

E hai detto che sarebbe durata per sempre

       10. Alesana – All Night Dance Parties in the Underground Palace, traduzione

Feste da ballo per tutta la notte nel palazzo sotterraneo

   Splendore, lo sai che mi lasci senza fiato quando incroci i miei occhi

Il mio cuore appartiene a te, angelo mio

Non hai proprio alcun motivo di farti rattristare dalla vita

Ti prego, vieni con me, ti faccio vedere

   Lo so che a volte si può far fatica a lasciarsi andare

Piccola, stasera le preoccupazioni lasciale a casa perché è ora di festeggiare

   Per tutta la notte canterò e ballerò con te, mia dolce principessa, solo se tu ti fidi

Dammi la mano e seguimi

Ti faccio innamorare

Per tutta la notte canterò e ballerò con te

   Ogni volta che ti guardo, non riesco a credere quanto sei magica

Le stelle appartengono a te, angelo mio

Fuggi con me in un mondo dove il tempo non sembra esistere

Te lo dimostra il sorriso che ho stampato in faccia

   Lo so che a volte si può far fatica a lasciarsi andare

Piccola, stasera le preoccupazioni lasciale a casa perché è ora di festeggiare

   Per tutta la notte canterò e ballerò con te, mia dolce principessa, solo se tu ti fidi

Dammi la mano e seguimi

Ti faccio innamorare

Questa notte finisce solo quando smettiamo di ballare

   Mia dolce principessa, canterò e ballerò con te per tutta la notte

Le stelle appartengono a te, angelo mio

   Per tutta la notte canterò e ballerò con te, mia dolce principessa, solo se tu ti fidi

Dammi la mano e seguimi

Ti faccio innamorare

Questa notte finisce solo quando smettiamo di ballare

       11. Alesana - Endings Without Stories, traduzione

Finali senza storie

   Stavolta muoio

   Il nostro amore rovinato dalla tua malignità

Frammenti rotti di sentimenti ora sono solo ricordi contaminati che rimangono

Sogni meravigliosi che portavo nel cuore ora fanno schifo mentre con una morsa ti privo della luce

   Ho guardato che ti passava il sorriso dal volto

Hai perso tanto di quel sangue che nelle vene non c’era più niente

Ho le mani macchiate di sangue per non dimenticarti

Ormai è tutto finito, quindi asciugati gli occhi

Non c’è alcun perdono, abbi paura di morire

Ho le mani macchiate di sangue per non dimenticarti

   Scendono le lacrime mentre le tue grida di angoscia imperversano nei cieli nel mezzo della penitenza che devi scontare

Accarezzo questo proiettile mentre gli occhi vicini ai ricordi dolorosi che mi hai lasciato consumano quel che rimane di me

L’immagine che ho di te è diventata polvere, il tuo sorriso di porcellana è sparito

   Ho guardato che ti passava il sorriso dal volto

Hai perso tanto di quel sangue che nelle vene non c’era più niente

Ho le mani macchiate di sangue per non dimenticarti

Ormai è tutto finito, quindi asciugati gli occhi

Non c’è alcun perdono, abbi paura di morire

Ho le mani macchiate di sangue per non dimenticarti

   Ti sei liberata di me

Ti sei liberata di me troppo presto

“Ti amo” sono parole vuote che sfuggono mentre ti taglio la gola

E io ti taglierò la gola

       12. Alesana – As You Wish, traduzione

Come desideri

   La vita non ha senso senza di te

Che magnifica tortura sa essere l’amore

Mi si spezza il cuore desiderandoti

Che deliziosa tortura sa essere l’amore

   Salirò in cima alle colline

Sfodererò la spada e toglierò di mezzo chiunque cerchi di sbarrarmi la strada

Ti prego, sappi che non fuggirò mai senza portarti fra le mie braccia

Un giorno gli innamorati sogneranno questo bacio immortale, non Romeo e Giulietta

I racconti sulla nostra storia d’amore non moriranno mai

   Ho ucciso gli esseri più immondi, ho sopportato un dolore formidabile

Finalmente sentirò di nuovo la tua carezza

Ho affrontato i mari freddi e solitari, ho soverchiato i pronostici

Del resto

   Salirò in cima alle colline

Sfodererò la spada e toglierò di mezzo chiunque cerchi di sbarrarmi la strada

Ti prego, sappi che non fuggirò mai senza portarti fra le mie braccia

Un giorno gli innamorati sogneranno questo bacio immortale, non Romeo e Giulietta

I racconti sulla nostra storia d’amore non moriranno mai

   Mi perdoni per quello che ho fatto per darti quattro cavalli bianchi?

Mi perdoni per quello che ho fatto per darti quattro cavalli bianchi?

Mi perdoni per quello che ho fatto per darti quattro cavalli bianchi?

Mi perdoni per quello che ho fatto per darti quattro cavalli bianchi?

Mi perdoni per quello che ho fatto per darti

   Un giorno gli innamorati sogneranno questo bacio immortale, non Romeo e Giulietta

I racconti sulla nostra storia d’amore non moriranno mai

       13. Alesana – Obsession Is Such an Ugly Word, traduzione

Che parola orribile ‘ossessione’

   Mi giro e mi rigiro e non riesco a dormire

Mi tormenta, devo sapere il perché

È che sembra troppo facile

Cosa c’è dietro quella porta?

Facendo un passo indietro, mi chiedo, potrei prendere e girare la chiave?

   Guarda da un’altra parte, girati dall’altra parte

Dovrei ricordarmi che nulla è come sembra

Per una volta nella mia vita resisterò

Si è rifatta viva la tentazione

   In fin dei conti, magari non riesco a non pensarci più se non so cosa c’è lì dietro

È il desiderio che mi comanda ora

Sarò abbastanza forte per non sapere mai più cosa troverei?

Devo tirare dritto?

   Sento quasi le grida d’angoscia dei sofferenti

Benvenuto ai corpi

Dovrei scappare, dovrei scappare

Credo di non riuscire a muovermi

   Guarda da un’altra parte, girati dall’altra parte

Dovrei ricordarmi che nulla è come sembra

Per una volta nella mia vita resisterò

Si è rifatta viva la tentazione

   In fin dei conti, magari non riesco a non pensarci più se non so cosa c’è lì dietro

È il desiderio che mi comanda ora

Sarò abbastanza forte per non sapere mai più cosa troverei?

Quale estasi peccaminosa mi attende mentre la chiave gira?

   Ormai è fatta, la chiave è stata girata

Quello che resta è il mio abbraccio

Trema così tanto che mi fa perdere la testa

Le sue urla quanto sono inebrianti

Occhi gonfi di lacrime si sforzeranno di vedere

Eccoti a casa, io sono la tua prigione

[rainy-autumn-day]

10 Books To Read This Autumn & Halloween

1. The Secret History' by Donna Tartt

I think it’s fun to read campus novels during the fall and winter, and the twisty, murderous stylings of Donna Tartt's The Secret History bring the perfect air of mystery to your fall reading lineup.

2. The Wicked Deep by Shea Ernshaw

i read this myself in the summer I loved it and can't wait to read it this Halloween with it's theme of witches, a cursed town and death the story takes place in summer but to me it felt far more like fall then anything else, like walking in a old mystery.

3.The House of the Spirits By  Isabel Allende 

This family saga centers on the descendants of Clara del Valle, a Chilean woman whose psychic powers allows her to predict the misfortunes that will befall her family. This book was lyrical, magical, and at times frightening, as the author describes the horrors that followed them.

4. Harry Potter By J.K Rowling

I put this on the list last year but let's face it, harry potter is one of those books you have to read at laset once a year and autumn is the best time with it's witches and wizards, magic, spells, cats, and good vs bad it's the perfect series for this time of the year.

5.The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer by Michelle Hodkin

Mara Dyer doesn't know if she is crazy or haunted--all she knows is that everyone around her is dying. i read this series a few years ago and it's stayed with me with it's haunteding, beautiful, but also horror and mystery.

6. Night Film' by Marisha Pessl

Unlike many of the other books on this list, Marisha Pessl's Night Film is actually set during the fall. This mystery novel begins with a body discovered on an October night, a body that turns out to belong to the director of grisly cult films.

7.   A Small Revolution' by Jimin Han

A Small Revolution blends the decidedly fall feeling of college romance with the tension of a horror-thriller. After taking a tour of 1980s South Korea with other college-bound Korean-Americans, Yoona returns to her studies with a romantic interest on the horizon and a kinship with that boy's friend. But when a car crash kills one of her new acquaintances, Yoona lands in the sights of the other, who has grown delusional with grief. i've just put this on my tbr list and i can't wait to read it, it sounds amazing.

8. Another Brooklyn' by Jacqueline Woodson

In this semi-autobiographical novel, Brown Girl Dreaming author Jacqueline Woodson transports readers back in time and space to 1970s Brooklyn, where her protagonist, 11-year-old August, bonds and grows up with three other girls: Sylvia, Angela, and Gigi. The memory of Another Brooklyn captures fall's retrospective nature, so be sure to get it on your nightstand before winter rolls around.

9. The Uninvited by Cat Winters

a masterfully crafted story of love, loss, and second chances. Set during the fear and panic of the Great Influenza of 1918, The Uninvited is part gothic ghost-story, part psychological thriller, perfect for those who loved The Thirteenth Tale by Diane Setterfield or The Vanishing by Wendy Webb. Twenty-five year old Ivy Rowan rises from her bed after being struck by the flu, only to discover the world has been torn apart in just a few short days. This was an amazing read. I didn't expect much, but it blew me away. There are some really amazing twists and I have rushed through it.

10.   First Frost by Sarah Addison Allen

Lose yourself in Sarah Addison Allen’s enchanting world and fall for her charmed characters in this captivating story that proves that a happily-ever-after is never the real ending to a story. It’s where the real story begins.

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11. The Witch's Daughter by Paula Brackston

My name is Elizabeth Anne Hawksmith, and my age is three hundred and eighty-four years. Each new settlement asks for a new journal, and so this Book of Shadows begins.. taking place in two time periods  one is today and other one we see through the main characters memories is 17th century.  this story is about a woman who lived in days when witches were hanged and who ended up being turned into a witch herself. Ever since the demon made her into a witch she has been sorta promised to him and he has been following her through the time. I have read a lot of Witch books and I have to say that this book is one of the best! It’s a perfect read for everyone who likes to be transported back to old magical times and away fantastic unique worlds. It really is a good piece of historical fiction!