#the Violet fairy book

[enchantedbook]

From 'The Violet Fairy Book' by Andrew Lang, 1901, illustration by Henry Justice Ford

[folklorique]

Illustrations by Henry Justice Ford for Andrew Lang’s Violet Fairy Book (1906)

[prinsomnia]

sisterhood of the fleur ⚜️⚔️✨ my fairy-filled illustration for @dameszine, Fantasy Warriors! thank you so much for having me 💖🌞 the kickstarter for this project was funded so fast, super grateful for the overwhelming support!! ✨ its not over yet, though — the stretch goals are rly lovely, so please do check it out before you miss out on the campaign!

[pass3ra]

cressida's storyline was genuinely shameful tbhhh it's like they started rewriting it in the first half of the season then completely forgot about the changes they'd made to make it fit the book plot and it just ends up making everyone else look bad😐 every character in the second half got a "penelope did nothing wrong" lobotomy so we ended up with eloise completely ignoring cressida being sold off to an horrible man (when she made every effort to support her in the first half of the season) and for some reason resenting her for pretending to be lady whistledown? Then they somehow frame her ignoring colin's offensively bad pleas as it being her turning away from redemption when all she's trying to do is escape being trapped in the country with her likely abusive aunt... and it ends with her meeting her horrible fate and it still being framed as tragic only to immediately juxtapose it with the bridgerton family winning the idgaf war while gleefully seeing off francesca and her future dead husband. The bridgertons were the villains of the season frfr

[onceuponed]

“I don't believe in anything that supposes it knows me better than I know myself.” ― gina chen, violet made of thorns

[book--brackets]

[my-strange-attraction]

Not me searching up the rainbow magic series on here (for possible tattoo inspo? These books were responsible for so much of my personality/ how I turned out now) and finding out my weird obsession with those weeks was very much a lesbian thing I did

[turquoiseskye]

Lang’s Fairy Books ~ Paperblanks Journals in Violet and Olive

[iphigeniacomplex]

have apropos of nothing in particular decided that i actually love college and being in it and never want to leave this campus and it has absolutely NOTHING to do with the availability of a physical copy of the aarne-thompson index that i can just check out from the library

[e-adlirez]

Which book is your favorite among the Treasure Seekers trilogy, and which book is your least favorite among the Special Editions?

First, MMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH WHY MUST YOU ASK ME THIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSS BOOK 2 AND 3 ARE SO ICONIC WITH THE BIG-BRAIN MANEUVERS UEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Tie between Compass of the Stars and Legend of the Maze for now

Secret of the Crystal Fairies is a disappointment, you cannot convince me otherwise. It's so disappointing, Steven He is a prodigy by comparison (Steven He is a legend, I just don't think his dad would think the same). So underwhelming that it makes Mulan 2020 look decent (no it doesn't Mulan 2020 is still bad). So generic it makes every brown/black-haired anime protagonist look revolutionary. So blatant and obvious with its storytelling it makes Raya and the Last Dragon look nuanced and subtle.

Goldfire's arc isn't an arc, it's a water balloon that was so pathetic the water just leaked out before anyone even did anything. Diamond isn't the tragic character clown, he's the entire tragic character circus. Bella Swan could look at Esmeralda and say "geez you're flat as cardboard" with a straight face. Arbor isn't a deus ex machina, he's the ultimate simp ex machina. The girls should by all accounts be dead by now, but plot took a look at that and said "no because I said so". Fang is so underrated, the wolf boi doesn't deserve to feature in a plot as underwhelming as this. Violet got her life put in danger for the 123,351,848,748,257,823,379th time and she didn't even receive the dignity of a badass moment to balance it out. Nicky's general OPness shows so much the only reason no one talks about it is because of Esmeralda existing. Pam is just there. Paulina is just there. Colette ends up in a weird situation that doesn't contribute to much besides plot, but other than that, she's just there. Overall, an underwhelming pile of rocks from start to finish.

[laurenfoxmakesthings]

I got myself this as a sort of Editor's notebook for Agents of C.A.M.P.

I was going to get it later, after I written my book. But due to that foundation news, I figured I should get it sooner to write down anything important they're going to say.

[the-evil-clergyman]

Among the flowers were lovely maidens calling to him with soft voices, from The Fairy of the Dawn for Andrew Lang's The Violet Fairy Book by Henry Justice Ford (1906)

[itsswritten]

shadow violet

Pairing: Fairy x Azriel

Word Count: 2.2K

Summary: Some fluff between your favourite couple (pre bond snapping)

Wings Universe - More from this world.

Something had brought Azriel to the city that morning, an invisible string pulling on his heart that had himself and his shadows restless. So he found himself walking the hard cobblestone streets of Velaris under the rising sun, its rays shifting through the gaps on the townhouses. His shadows gracefully dancing between the tall dark silhouettes they created on the ground as Azriel walked through the heart of the city.

His hands stuffed into his trouser pockets, black shirt tousled and buttons undone at the top, in a casual way that was fitting for a Sunday and somewhat unusual for him.

Azriel had never been the casual type, not in style, not in persona, nor in actions. However in recent years Azriel had to learn how to adopt a more casual way of living, especially now peace had settled over the land. The highly acclaimed Spymaster and his services weren’t as in demand as they once were. Weekends became a time he could actually indulge in, however the notion quickly became monotonous and well…lonely. The lone Shadowsinger had no one to share this extra time with. 

Azriel would often pick up extra work, begging Rhys to give him some scouting or research mission so he didn’t have to spend another weekend alone. His family were busy now, had their own lives filled with littlings or mates to fuss over, and Azriel would never be the type to express discern. He couldn’t selfishly confess his feelings of isolation, trap his loved ones in guilt when all they were doing was pursuing exactly what the Mother had intended. 

So he carried his woes silently, like he always had.

Azriel was really looking forward to Solstice though. A time he knew he would get with all his family, and of course, you. He couldn’t deny to himself that he was especially looking forward to seeing you.

He hadn’t seen you in some time now, such a dutiful fairy always working hard that only in a few lucky moments, he had managed to catch you in passing. When you were dropping something off for Rhys, swapping a book with Nesta, or the rare night you were able to join him and Mor at Rita’s. He was missing you, and judging by his restless shadows they were missing your company too. It was like an itch that couldn’t be scratched. An addiction that would only be satiated by your presence.

Azriel knew what that meant. He had lived in this world for over 500 years now to understand the feelings that had grown for you, but despite his plethora of worldly experience, being honest about his growing infatuation that had so clearly turned into something more was too hard to confess.

Azriel strided towards the morning market, some stalls still setting up as he felt himself come to a stop. Something physical compelling his steps to halt in their tracks, drawing his attention to turn.

To look elsewhere. 

A pull tugging him towards something– you.

There you were. 

Wind blowing your hair gently in the soft morning breeze while you sat soundly on a bench by the Sidra. Your head rolling to the side, chest breathing deeply.

With quick strides Azriel followed his shadows, who were always quicker than him when it came to you. Flurrying closely around you, they vibrated inches away from your skin but without permission wouldn’t dare touch you in your sleeping state. 

Azriel crouched by your feet, gazing at your soft face, your lips slightly parted as you snoozed. You looked so angelic in the morning light, in any light in fact. In light, in darkness, you were always so beautiful. The effect you had on him, was like nothing he’d ever experienced in his life before.

He scrutinised over you, hands coming down to the bench either side as he was kneeled, his arms caging you in a protective but gentle manner.

Had you been overworking yourself? Azriel questioned, taking in your working garments covered in soil and a large basket by your side that seemed to be filled to the brim, a cotton cloth covering the top. 

He didn’t like the idea of you overworking yourself so much that you’d actually fallen asleep in the city. Despite Velaris being somewhat safe, the idea stirred a fear deep within his gut. You were always taking care of everyone, the meadows, creatures and people that lived on this land, that Azriel for the first time wondered who took care of you.

The notion had him reeling at a possibility that maybe it could be him. That he could be the one so lucky to take care of you. Making sure you got back from your night shifts safe, ensuring you had a nutritious meal at the end of a hard day’s work, indulging in morning lie-ins with you on his plentiful-empty weekends— he was getting carried away.

But the desire remained, he wanted to take care of you.

It was something he fantasised about often, a life with you. If he was ever brave enough to cross that blurred line of friendship you both always seemed to dance along.

Gently he reached up, moving the pieces of your hair that had fallen in front of your face with a soft whisper of your name. His fingers grazing the strands behind your ear, fingertips dusting across the skin of your cheek.

The feather-light touch stirred you, brows furrowing while a soft sleepy noise left your lips. Your eyes fluttered open with a frown.

“Azriel?” You slurred softly in a dreamy state. 

Azriel often appeared in your dreams. Dreams so addictive that at times lulling yourself from slumber for work felt arduous. 

Your fingers moved on their own accord, driven by that sleepy illusion that blurred boundaries. Your hand coming to cup his face, thumb grazing the peak of his cheekbone while your eyes adjusted through their haze. Azriel felt his own lids shut for a moment, indulging in the rare touch you offered him. An intimate gesture that wasn’t always common in your friendship, although over the past couple years, there had been a few soft grazes and touches. Fleeting and secretive, moments that you both locked away for none else to see.

Moments Azriel hoped meant just as much to you as they did to him.

Azriel watched as your lids blinked heavily, the drowsy lull evident in the way your lip rolled into your mouth. Lashes fluttering as you looked down at him in a way he often dreamt about.

He could have stayed in that moment, savoured it for longer. Though, it was the innocence in your touch that stopped him indulging. Reluctantly lifting his hands to yours, his scarred fingers softly wrapping around your wrist that was now caressing his cheek.

In a fleeting moment he pressed the corner of his lips to leave a small kiss on the palm of your hand before pulling it fully away.

“You fell asleep by the river y/n,” he said softly, concern lacing his tone.

“Oh,” you replied confused, a hard frown pressing over your brows as you seemed to adjust to reality. “Oh…my…” you suddenly realised, his words finally waking you as your eyes widened.

“I was…I was waiting for the market to open,” you told him, a rosy flush spreading on your cheeks as Azriel’s soft intimate touch seemed to burn your palm. 

You could still feel the kiss he left on your skin.

For a moment of composure, you quickly glanced over your shoulder, the morning market now bustling as the noise of shopkeepers and sellers drifted down the Sidra.

“Oh stars, I must have fallen asleep while I was waiting,” you huffed with a smile, turning back to look at the beautiful male who was still kneeled by your feet. “I’ve been on the night shift in the meadows.”

“I know,” Azriel replied, his lips pulling a smile in return.

Of course he knew. He always knew everything you were doing. He hadn’t seen you in what felt so long because of your damned shift pattern and he’d been missing you terribly. 

He always missed you, he realised. Maybe it was you he had been missing his whole life.

Azriel had known you for almost two years, a presence that had completely consumed him that the mere thought of you not being in it was enough to make him shiver. Thoughts like these were enough to convince him to confess, but it was the risk of rejection. The risk of ruining the special friendship you had built that trapped him.

Your usual happy tone rang through his thoughts, your sleepiness clearly gone and an excitement spreading across your face. “Actually it’s a good thing you found me...”

Azriel quirked his brow in question.

“I’ve got something for you,” you beamed.

“For me?” His voice cracked.

You nodded sweetly, tapping the space beside you before guiding him from the cobblestones to the bench.

“Now you mustn’t tell anyone about this Azriel,” you warned him with a small bite of your lip, your finger pointing at him.

“I won’t, I swear it” he replied. He’d do anything you asked he realised then, take secrets to the grave, kneel by your feet— anything. 

“Okay,” you had grabbed something from your basket, silk fabric folded on your hand concealing something.

“Have you ever heard of a Shadow Violet Azriel?”

Azriel shook his head, his eyes watching the way your lips formed his name. How your tongue sang the syllables in the sweetest way. He’d never considered his name beautiful, but coming from your lips it sounded heavenly. 

Actually anything you spoke sounded that way.

“It’s a flower that blooms once every millennium, if that” you continued, your tone shifting to one Azriel recognised. A tone he had quickly become enamoured with whenever you went off on a spiel about nature, or meadows, or animals.

“It’s only small, one might miss it if you don’t know where to look.” You shifted closer to the Shadowsinger, eyes glancing up as you continued. “It’s a flower that blooms in the shadows. Flourishes and grows to become its own source of light even in the darkest crevices of the forest.”

Azriel listened intently.

“It’s so magical and marvellous Azriel, and last night...” you leaned in closer, your words coming to a hush.

Azriel’s heart skipped a beat.

“I found one.”

Azriel watched as you carefully unfolded the soft fabric to reveal a beautiful flower. It’s petals an iridescent sapphire that glowed in the morning  light. A glow, that Azriel felt resembled something of you. A radiance that he could only compare to the female sat next to him.

And even though he made that comparison himself, found it so easy to make the connection between a flower and someone he found beautiful, what left your lips next struck deep within his chest.

“And when I saw it Azriel, I thought of you. A flower blooming in the shadows…a source of light, even in the darkest corners. Even in the most crowdest rooms, with the dimmest faelights I always find you, your light always reaches me…” your words drifted off, the sentence had just rolled off your tongue like honey before you noticed how under every letter there was some kind of unspoken confession.

Azriel felt his breathing falter for a moment, your eyes connecting with his as the silence between you seemed to speak of so much. You looked so vulnerable to him in that moment, that had him thinking of the first moment he met you. That night in Rita’s when you’d gotten all flustered after meeting all of them.

Azriel breathed your name. 

With haste you stood, folding the silk over the flower and pushing it into Azriel’s hands. A vibration hazing over his skin at the touch. 

“Anyway, I wanted you to have it.” Space was put between you both quickly, and Azriel watched as you seemed to brush the moment off with humour, “Just don’t let the fairy council know you have it, they’ll be really annoyed with me that I haven’t taken it to the archives.”

Azriel blinked.

You grabbed your basket “I must go, I need to exchange some bits at the market before getting some sleep.”

Azriel stood in a flurry then, watching as you began to walk away. Calling out your name, you stopped, glancing over your shoulder to look at him.

“You’re joining us for Solstice right?”

Your smile stretched to your eyes, cheeks rosy as your head bobbed a quick nod “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“I’ll see you then,” Azriel smiled.

You smiled back, your hand stretching a soft wave before you hurried up the market. 

Azriel watched till he could know longer see you, his shadows whispering about the stall you had headed to.

He looked down then, taking another look at the flower wrapped in silk between his hands. A symbolic version of him, a version of him you had seen. Something no one else had ever compared him to.

No one had considered him equal to something so beautiful. It was that moment he decided.

At Solstice he would confess his love for you.

a/n: Oh hey strangers...sorry I've been so mia! I guess this is what having a big girl job is actually like :( I miss writing so so much, and miss these characters and worlds. I just sadly don't have the mental capacity to write as much as I did. That being said, if you're still lingering around I hope you enjoy this little installment. Please ignore any grammar mistakes, like I said I haven't been able to write in a while and I can really tell, so this is not my best work. But I thought posting was better than nothing! <3

Forever tags: @sleepylunarwolf @daily-dose-of-sass @amberlynn98 @marscardigan @illyrianbitch @lilah-asteria

Wings tags: @minaethrym

[laurasimonsdaughter]

This illustration for The Nine Pea-hens and the Golden Apples from Lang's Violet Fairy Book absolutely delights me.

Just look at it! This scene is described in the text as "out flew a dragon, who snatched up the empress just as she was returning from her walk, and carried her off". But later in the story it turns out this is one of those fun Eastern European dragons (Serbian in this case) who, while definitely being a dragon, also lives in palace and rides horses. So clearly illustrator Henry Justice Ford went "well he may be a dragon, but he's also a gentleman".

And in consequence this woman looks less like she's being abducted (which she definitely is in the story, she used to keep that dragon imprisoned in her cellar) and more like she's leaving a noisy party with her grumpy introvert boyfriend.

[onceuponed]

"They don’t tell you this part in the storybooks. They go on and on about true love, even though no one can explain what it is. They don’t tell you where your hands go when Prince Charming just wants to fool around. They don’t tell you that his red, wet, wanting mouth is the ruby fruit, nor whether it’s poison or bliss—or both." ― gina chen, violet made of thorns

[jiarkives]

julia’s favorites ! (v)

♡ - fluff ; ♤ - angst ; ♕ - nsfw ; ☆ - series

jujutsu kaisen

♡♤ throughout heaven and earth - gojo satoru

♡ drunken angel - nanami kento

↳ @chuluoyi

♡ sleepy!megumi x shy!reader - fushiguro megumi

↳ @just-jordie-things

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top gun maverick

♕ slow ride - jake ‘hangman’ seresin

↳ @vivwritesfics

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marauders

☆ time warp - james potter

↳ @astonishment

☆ what we were, what we are - james potter, sirius black

↳ @jimblejamblewritings

♤♡ opening about past sa (tw!) - remus lupin, sirius black (poly!)

♡ talking to a cat - james potter, remus lupin, sirius black (poly!)

♤♡ temper tantrum from draco - sirius black (cbbh universe)

↳ @ellecdc

♡ blurb - james potter, remus lupin, sirius black (poly!)

↳ @moonstruckme

♤♡ say don’t go - james potter

↳ @pretty-little-mind33

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a court of thorns and roses

☆ suspicious - azriel

☆ mate - azriel

↳ @blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms

☆ everything is not as it seems - azriel

♡ cassian: the annoying brother - azriel ft. platonic!cassian

♡♤ use somebody - azriel ft. platonic!lucien

♡♤ capture the mate - azriel, pregnant!reader

♡ i know something you don’t know - azriel ft. platonic!cassian

♡ snapshots of time - azriel ft. platonic!cassian

♡ your little hand’s wrapped aorund my finger - azriel ft. platonic!cassian

♡♤ hickeys and the marks we leave - cassian

♡ save your tears - eris vanserra ft. lucien vanserra

↳ @daycourtofficial

☆ low on hope (tw!) - azriel

↳ @violet-shadows

☆ untouchable - azriel ft. brother!rhysand

♤ falling apart for you - rhysand

↳ @serpentandlily

☆ arrows and ashes (tw!) - azriel

☆ forget me not (tw!) - azriel

↳ @assassinsblade

☆ of oblivious minds - azriel

♡ all over again - azriel

♡ by the book - azriel

♤ to feel at home - azriel

↳ @pellucid-constellations

♡ what we make of what we’re made - azriel

↳ @illyrianbitch

♤ take them all down (i) — (tw!) - rhysand

♤♡ take them all down (ii) - rhysand

↳ @danikamariewrites

♡ forever and a day - rhysand

♡♤ love and loathing - rhysand

↳ @ughthatimagineblog

♡ colliding visions - rhysand

↳ @cherhys

♡♤ false confessions - azriel

♤♡ how we survive - azriel ft. platonic!rhysand

♡ home to us - rhysand ft. nyx

↳ @writingsbychlo

♤ in this shirt - azriel

↳ @utterlyotterlyx

♤ in every lifetime (i) - azriel

♤♡ in every lifetime (ii) - azriel

↳ @shadowdaddies

♕♡♤ all my dreaming (i) - azriel

♕♡♤ all my dreaming (ii) - azriel

↳ @theeveninghour

☆ flame, shadow, beast - azriel

☆ the artificer - azriel

♡ heads will roll - azriel

♡ he feels safe with you - azriel

↳ @florencemtrash

♤♡ was any of it true? - modern!azriel

♡♤ second chance - cassian

♡ you drew stars around my scars - azriel

↳ @flickering-chandelier

♡ bumps, blunders & baby kicks - azriel

↳ @acourtofmishapandmistakes

♡ finally - azriel, fairy!reader ft. platonic!cassian, platonic!nesta archeron

↳ @itsswritten

♤ escapism (tw!) - azriel ft. past!lucien

↳ @thewulf

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dc

♡ count on mom - bruce wayne ft. bat family

↳ @alisonwritesimagines

♕♡ still wanna play? - jason todd

♡ meet the family - jason todd ft. bat family

♡ guard dog (i) - jason todd

♡ guard dog (ii) — (tw!) - jason todd

↳ @mostly-imagines

♕ divider — @bunnysrph