#wh Oberon

[eye-burning]

WE JOPPING!!!!

Yes! I'm still on this! To be fair I did warn it would drag on.

Cyan Includes: Nox, Felix, Slightly Off Taffy, Cerim, Florin, Brunhild, Eress, Oberon, Saella, Zett and, Chocolate Cake

[ardenssolis]

He puts one of them on Ozy's pointer finger and oberon does the same but on his own fingers.

     ❝…❞ What was this? He stared at his hand…and then stared at Oberon's before slowly lifting his gaze to make eye contact with the so-called Fae King. He didn't say anything. Nothing at all. His gaze said more than enough.

[mako-neexu]

THIS IS GOING TO FEED ME FOR MY ENTIRE LIFETIME!!!!!!

[noctisday]

Unleashing the Celestial

"Sire?"

Oberon hadn't even realized he stopped walking. He had been touring the gardens, making sure everything was still alive and thriving despite not having very much of his energy to feed off of. He wasn't overly worried, some of these blooms were hundreds of years old at this point, surviving just fine. But he had been restless today, something felt.... Off, so he looked for a meaningless distraction despite the pit in his stomach growing larger by the hour.

Until he came to a stop, eyes staring off at nothingness and a hand gripping the smooth blackthorn cane until his knuckles turned white, his heart fluttering in his chest like that of a butterfly on its last breath.

"Sire."

Molten gold eyes snapped to the guard who was accompanying him as he inhaled sharply, breaking whatever hold had come over him. No, he knew something was terribly, terribly wrong. Immediately his mind was moving quickly, sorting over the possibilities, the reasons, and the, however unfortunate, opportunities. Turning swiftly he barked commands as he stalked down the hall. There were preparations that needed to be tended to if he was accelerating the plan. A portion of the vault was to be cleared, a room set up for healing on the far side of the palace, or even find a new location for it all together. Word must be sent to the Sun court, Lady Day had the best healers.

"I am going to the human realm alone."

"Wh-My Lord?!" The guard had kept up with him but was startled by the statement, no, the order. "Please, it is still winter, take at least a couple gu-"

"No. That's final." The growl made the guard take a step back. He hadn't seen his king this angry in a long time, not since the prince had returned. But he bowed his head, not daring to retaliate further, when he straightened, his King was already gone to the other side.

Oberon didn't even bother to change into suit he normally wore to blend in with mortals. If all went well, he wouldn't be here long anyway and he had chosen a secluded place far from the city where he normally visited his son. His gaze lingered on the distant lights, the snow falling slowly, peacefully around him unbothered by how his throat wasn't closing with trepidation. There was one individual his son spoke of many times, well, two. And they were the ones that he had contemplated drawing the attention of numerous times. Problem was, he was not overly sure how to do so. He was not his son, after all, and he was no fool to think that friends of his would answer his father. Nor did he have the power to simply snap his fingers and attempt to draw them here, not that he would.

From his understanding, these beings were no fae under his command, nor were they simple humans. There were something else entirely, something that had to be dealt with carefully, tenderly, like a flower bloomed too late only to be met with the harsh frost. One wrong move, one wrong tone, could make the petals shatter.

But he had to try something. Anything.

And if the great Seelie King was going to kneel down and offer a favor to someone, he wasn't going to let even his closest guards bear witness. One simply did not find themselves having a debt from a fae often, let alone a Royal. He wasn't even sure what realm they resided in, as it didn't seem like it was either the human or the Other, but words and names held power. He above most was ancient enough to know that, so as he turned his eyes to the clouded night, he could only hope this would work.

His voice boomed into the snow-filled darkness, frozen flakes swirling around, agitated by the sudden noise. A voice that echoed but would fall on no ones ears but, hopefully, the one he yearned for.

"I call upon the one who bleeds stardust, with eyes of novas heat. The one who fills his lungs with the fury of galaxies, irradiated with suns, a magician who plucks the threads of cosmic nebulae and its many planets as easily as if it was his personal lyre. The ancient one born of destruction and existing in the folds of war. I call upon the Child of the Abyssal Sky to hear my plea, Doomstar."

@doomstarmagician

[thelampisaflashlight]

My D&D NPCs so far have been:

A half fey-elven deer man sorcerer, who is the son of Oberon and an older NPC who has a lot of lore and is a known wh- *is shot* ...entrepreneur. Started off as a bit character, who became the party's neighbor and was later saved from a vampire by, and is now in a loving relationship with another NPC the party rescued from a separate incident.

A silver dragon bard in the guise of a bunny man, who practices law Legally Blonde style, and has an apartment filled with early 2000's inflatable furniture. He's the party's lawyer, but while attempting to talk to his god/the fates, he got so high he projected into Dionysus' realm and is now on a days long bender from which he may or may not return permanently changed.

And as of last session:

A half elf fighter who is the ancestor of the deer man and his mother, who resides in the realm of the gods, and is Poseidon's prize fighter/cupbearer. He has jester's privilege, and a lot of unchecked baggage.

The first had the most thought put into him, the second was built up over time and then mostly winged in session, and the latter, once again, has thought put into him, but was developed in under a week.

The only one who has a proper character sheet is the sorcerer as well, because I largely play NPCs, and act as a conduit for character interaction/secondary voice for NPCs.

I also make props sometimes, because giving the players physical objects to hold incites chaos nine times out of ten.

[monterraverde]

Maybe it's the presence of Oberon, maybe it's her constant close proximity to Sabrina, but upon watching the parade she finds herself suddenly approached by a lone Girafarig, one that gently headbutts her core with a delighted bleat.

"Wh-? Ack! Hey, hey relax, I see you." She laughs, gently petting its snout as it tried to nuzzle her face. She scoffs, though, wondering why this giraffe of all creatures sought her out of this crowd.

As if by fate, the Girafarig winds up knocking an empty friend ball from her hip with its psychic power, and putting itself inside, absolutely insistent on going home with her. "I-... Ugh, absolutely incorrigible... Well, guess we're partners now, little girl."

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Species: Girafarig (Female) Level: 5 Name: Mara Nature: Adamant Ability: Inner Focus Highly curious

[rake-rake]

📋 { chaos hours!! Olga with Tezca or Oberon, Grim with Caster? :3c }

Incorrect quotes generator.

Olga Marie: Hey Tezcatlipoca, I’ve got an idea for how to solve this. Tezcatlipoca, pulling out a shotgun: Yeah? Olga Marie: Wh- No! That’s not the idea, Tezcatlipoca!

Olga Marie: If I didn't know better, Oberon, I'd say you were scared. Oberon: Heh, scared? *absolute silence* Oberon: DID YOU HEAR THAT?!

Caster: You’re giving me a sticker? Grim: Not just a sticker. That is a sticker of a kitty saying “me-wow!” Caster: I’m not a preschooler. Grim: Fine, I’ll take it back- Caster: No! I earned this, back off!

[ladysophiebeckett]

To be honest, I don’t understand why Margot is doing that movie. She’s massively successful and richer than ever thanks to Barbie. One would think that she can afford to be more picky about her projects (then again, there’s Reese W that is quite practically in the billions, reads several great books a month, is a critically acclaimed actress, but makes the crappiest Netflix/Amazon movies lately which boggles my mind). It sucks that people are being crappy about her looks and age, but she’s indeed too old for the part. It’s obvious that there have been some considerable changes to the source material for this movie to work with the actors they hired which makes me think that it would’ve been better to come up with a new idea altogether. (Although I know there’s not originality in Hw anymore). The whitewashing of Heathcliff’s character is by far the worst part of this, and I’m really curious to see what the director says about it once that are promoting it. The one teaser picture they released makes it look like it will have tons of s*x scenes 😶

margot robbie is a somewhat frequent Fennell collaborator (her company produced saltburn and promising young woman). she is pretty good at producing projects here and there. yes, barbie is her biggest success. can she be picky about her roles? maybe, probably.

now, is she too old for the part of cathy?

well. i dont think she is.

merle oberon was 28 around the time 1939 Wuthering Heights came out. (Olivier was 32). 1970 WH, Anna Calder-Marshall was 23 (Dalton was 24). 1992 WH, Juliet Binoche was 28 ( Fiennes was 30). 2011 WH, Kaya Scodelario was 19. (IDK how old the actor for Heathcliff was, there's some drama there).

And these are supposedly the 'movie' versions. or 'popular' adaptations if you will.

As you can see, the part of Cathy\Catherine has been cast as a variety of ages. That's not really the problem. Robbie's age of 34 is not a hindrance (btw Elordi is 27 but again his age isnt a problem either, its literally uh...his appearance (white) ) . It's that she doesn't look like how people envision Cathy to look like.

Do I agree that she doesn't look the part? Yes, bc Fennell is keeping her as blonde. It doesn't look like there are attempts at changing Robbie's appearance. But if you've seen Fennell's work, or you saw Saltburn, then you have a good idea of what's gonna happen to WH.

Spoiler: it's not attempting to be a faithful adaptation. that doesnt mean i agree with anything surrounding the production. im just saying, it is what it is. no one's trying to fool you. you already know the casting is off, you already know Fennell wrote the script. She's not trying to do a faithful adaptation. she has a message on class to put out and maybe yes, a weird sex scene. who knows. but no one surrounding this movie is trying to pull the wool over your eyes.

Lastly, I'm gonna saying something that I dont think is controversial but maybe it is? If someone younger was playing Cathy, like hmm idk Daisy Edgar-Jones or something, then the casting of Elordi as Heathcliff wouldn't even matter to some people. The most people can say apparently is that he's a tall australian. wow. the insults for him are astounding.

[game-weaver]

Kisara is now sort of aimlessly wandering in dreams, White dragon following close. She's not quite sure where she's is or what's going on only that for the moment at least she's escaped from her own...

So upon seeing a familiar face she runs up hugging him tight.

[magic!anon gave her dream wandering powers, @lil-kissy ]

After getting his memories back, Yugi had been taking it easy with his dreamwalking. Carefully keeping his own dreamscape contained while he rested, the dreamscape remaining a peaceful clearing in a forest with soft sunlight streaming down, laying on a soft bed in the grass. But it was like an unmistakable ripple to him. Like a pebble thrown into a still pond.

Someone was here.

Sitting up, he looked around. It wasn't his father, he would have known if it was Oberon. Getting up, he went to investigate only to look completely and utterly startled when Kisara ran up to him. "Wh-Kisara?! How...How are you here?!" He dropped to his knees and looked around, did someone else with the ability bring her here?

[game-weaver]

Arachni was desperately trying to push the pain away. Either that or wish for it to kill her sooner. But it seemed like neither of those things were particularly working. Though on instinct she tried to pull her head away from those hands, earning another hiss of pain through gritted teeth.

But it was no use.

And when those memories were pulled from her, her eyes opened wide as she cried out. It was like fire raking over her brain, prodding and yanking out everything from her. All her memories, all her secrets, destroying the evidence in their headquarters would mean nothing if their enemy could simply take like this.

The final wave of agony tore a scream from her lungs before it was over, blood dripping from her eyes and ears as she desperately tried to breathe. She was reeling, barely knowing what was reality anymore. But thankfully, her existence was ended, up in smoke like all the years of information she had gathered.

Yugi didn't know how long he was out, but when he awoke it took him a second to remember where he was. And when it all came crashing back, he jolted upright, breathing rapidly, eyes wild as he looked around.

"Easy, easy," Oberon hadn't left his side. The healers had done their jobs well, healing the wounds inflicted upon him from the inside out. Thanks to the burns left by the iron dust he had inhaled, the King had used his magic to keep Yugi asleep and dreamless, but they had succeeded. Though he knew they could only heal the physical injuries, the mental scars from this would take far longer.

"Wh...What hap.." Yugi looked around, eyes searching and Oberon had a feeling he knew what, or who, he was looking for. "I...It wasn't real was it. He.."

For one brief moment, Oberon thought about attempting to lie. It went completely against a fae's nature but he could twist the truth. Yet, he couldn't lie to his son. Not after everything he went through.

"It was real," he said, gently pushing Yugi to lay back down. He still needed rest. "A God descended to aid you and bring you to me. And I am sure he made them suffer."

"But... He isn't..." The way Yugi's shoulders drooped nearly broke Oberon's heart.

"No, he could not stay. He said he could not pass into this realm. I am sorry, Yugi."

Heba's lips formed into a grin as the scream the woman let out rent through the air. Justice. Divine, slow, agonizing and righteous. He could be called twisted for the glee that lit up his eyes hearing that sound, and seeing how she was being burned alive from the inside out. Burned by the God even he couldn't step too close to lest he be burned himself. Likely she wasn't combusting because he didn't let her.

It was all so very delicious and deserved. And it told him far more about this God's affection for his brother than anything else he'd heard both from his brother himself and his father. Heba had been skeptical, sure that the ghost of the Pharaoh his brother helped had merely been using him. Seeing this now however, he was convinced of what he was told. Going this extreme for someone wasn't something a mere friend or user would do for another.

"How do you mean to get information?" The God asked of him, causing Heba's eyes to flick back to him again.

"Extraction. Painfully excruciating extraction," he replied, grin growing wider and wider still when the God stepped aside and swept out his hand in gesture to welcome him.

Heba needed no more invitation that that. He felt the warmth on his skin from the being fade rather than heighten as he drew nearer. He wasn't gentle as he put both hands on the side of the woman's face and forced her head up so she had no choice but to meet his eyes. He wanted his face to be one of the last things she saw and the wings at his back fluttered in anticipation as his magic was forced into her mind.

When he said extract, he meant extract. And not slowly, images were broadcasted into the room as he forced the memories out. Images and scenes of her comrades, watching his brother, the man they took their orders from. And all of it was painful, he made sure it was. Like thousands of shovels and drills assaulting her brain as more and more came to light. Though as he saw the wings on display, he paused for only a second, his body stiffening. Just before he sent a deliberate blast that wouldn't kill, but would cause even more agony straight into her brain.

That was enough for Atemu to pull him back even as the fae struggled to get past him and tear her apart himself.

"That's Yugi's wings! Displayed like a trophy! Let me go! I'll rip her apart myself!!"

"His wings?"

"He had a life before this one! He was murdered by them, tortured, his wings cut off! Those are his wings!"

And that seemed to be more than enough for Atemu to lose his control. The last protection he had around that woman faded and with the protection gone, the pike burned hot and flared from inside her, consuming her in a split second. Heba only just began to feel his skin growing unbearably hot and the ground shake beneath him, but then.. Nothing. Nothing but the burning body in front of him, there was no God beside him, the only thing to show he had been was scorched ground where he'd stood. He must have been called back.

And if someone could call back a being that powerful against his will then.. He shuddered and grinned at the burning body again. He'd hate to be her right then. But that grin faded and he spat the corpse as he opened a portal and returned back to the fae realm. He needed to tell his father what he discovered and go to see his brother.

[eye-cri]

Ok but they had no right to make Oberon as fine as he is what

[samwisethewitch]

Sam's Masterlist of Beginner Resources

These are some of my favorite books, podcasts, and blogs that can help you develop your spiritual practice even if you have zero previous knowledge. All of these resources are approachable enough for total beginners, but I also recommend them for more advanced practitioners who want to brush up on the basics. Some books are listed in multiple categories because they cover multiple topics.

This list will be updated continuously as I find new resources that I want to recommend.

Secular Witchcraft (witchcraft that is not part of an established religious or spiritual tradition)

Witchcraft for Everyone by Sam Wise

A Witch's Guide to Spellcraft by Althaea Sebastiani

"Witchcraft for Skeptics | Science and Theory Behind Magick" by Jessi Huntenburg on YouTube

A Green Witch’s Cupboard by Deborah J. Martin

By Rust of Nail & Prick of Thorn by Althaea Sebastiani (this book is about protection magic specifically)

Witchcraft Traditions (witchcraft that is part of an established religion or spiritual path)

Wicca For Beginners by Thea Sabin

Wicca: A Guide for the Solitary Practitioner by Scott Cunningham

Reclaiming Witchcraft by Irisanya Moon

The Spiral Dance by Starhawk (written by a founder of Reclaiming, but also contains elements of Wicca and Feri)

Betwixt & Between by Storm Faerywolf (about the Feri tradition)

Witchcraft in History and Culture

Waking the Witch by Pam Grossman

Witches, Sluts, Feminists by Kristen J. Sollee

Witches, Midwives, and Nurses by Barbara Ehrenreich and Deidre English

Paganism

Wicca For Beginners by Thea Sabin

Wicca: A Guide for the Solitary Practitioner by Scott Cunningham

The Spiral Dance by Starhawk (written by a founder of Reclaiming, but also contains elements of Wicca and Feri)

Irish Paganism: Reconstructing Irish Polytheism by Morgan Daimler

Morgan Daimler's YouTube channel (Irish paganism and Fairy lore)

Lora O'Brien's YouTube channel (Irish paganism)

The Irish Pagan School

Temple of the Cosmos by Jeremy Naydler, Ph.D. (Kemetic paganism)

The Way of Fire and Ice by Ryan Smith (Norse Heathenry)

On Black Wings: A Site for Fire & Ice Heathen spirituality and practice: https://www.onblackwings.com/

Skald's Keep: https://skaldskeep.com/ (Norse Heathenry) (on tumblr as @skaldish)

North of Annwyn: https://northofannwn.wixsite.com/home (author is Heathen but posts about magic and paganism more generally; author is currently on hiatus) (on tumblr as @north-of-annwn)

American Folk Magic

New World Witchery podcast

Southern Cunning by Aaron Oberon (Southern folkloric witchcraft)

Mountain Magic by Rebecca Beyer (Appalachian folk magic)

Backwoods Witchcraft by Jake Richards (Appalachian folk magic)

Sticks, Stones, Roots, and Bones by Stephanie Rose Bird (Hoodoo, African-American magic)

Divination

Kitchen Table Tarot by Melissa Cynova

Astrology for Real Life by Theresa Reed

Fifty-four Devils: The Art & Folklore of Fortune-telling with Playing Cards by Cory Thomas Hutcheson

Religion, Spirituality, and Politics

"Rethinking How Paganism Engages Culture" by Sam Wise (blog post: https://www.samwisethewitch.com/post/rethinking-how-paganism-engages-culture)

Bringing Race to the Table edited by Crystal Blanton, Taylor Ellwood, and Brandy Williams

"Witchcraft PSA: The Chakras & Cultural Appropriation" by Anthony the Witch on Tumblr (https://anthonythewitch.tumblr.com/post/187293358858/witchcraft-psa-the-chakras-cultural)

Bright-sided by Barbara Ehrenreich (deals with toxic positivity)

McMindfulness by Ronald Purser (this one is a little bit dense but has a very important message about how American mindfulness culture misappropriates Buddhist practices)

UPDATE 10/11/2024: Removed H. Byron Ballard's book due to transphobic posts on the author's social media. (See here for proof, but huge trigger warning for transphobia, biological essentialism, and pseudoscientific talking points.) I've replaced Ballard's book on the list with two other beginner books on Appalachian folk magic from authors who, as far as I know, are not transphobes.

UPDATE 1/20/2025: Removed Jambalaya by Luisah Teish due to someone pointing out that Teish has spoken at anti-transgender events hosted by the TERF org Women's Declaration International. I hate not being able to recommend Teish's work anymore, but as she's actively using her platform to spread hate, I just can't promote her books in good faith.

[thatscarletflycatcher]

I mean, the answer is of course all of the above XD

But, theory time about the casting, there might be still some way in which it can make a lick of sense? I don't know why I'm doing this, because I think Fennell's fame explosion is Greek punishment for my complaining so much about Greta Gerwig, ANYWAYS.

I was thinking that, AFAIK, all we know about this adaptation so far is... a drawing? and this casting? so correct me if I'm wrong, but nothing says it IS a late 18th century early 19th century set WH. I have said before that unlike Jane Eyre, which is as Victorian as it comes, WH does have a temporal flexibility as long as the elements of place are kept (it HAS to be rural. One of the main reasons why the MTV Wuthering Heights was... what it was).

I was thinking that both Margot and Ellordi are Australian, so what if it was Wuthering Heights sometime in the not so distant past in the Australian outback? That would definitely help smoothing over stuff like the actors' ages (though, yes Margot being 34... Juliette Binoche was 28, Merle Oberon 27, Charlotte Riley was 28 and Orla Brady... 37. Yes, different ages, but still, none of them is passing for 16), or Margot being blonde and blue eyed (can you imagine reverse F4 Jessica Alba? XD)... give the whole thing a Where the Crawdads Sing sort of vibe?

IDK. It sounds super far-fetched, but then this casting is so far fetched in its "13 year old girl makes first fancasting with her faves no matter what" nature, that I think wild speculation is fitting XD

This has to be the most egregious miscasting of the century

[kob131]

Morgan Le Fay (Alter Ego) My Room Lines

Morgause

“Master~ Can we stay here please? A moment’s rest may bring you far after all!”

“Ah, you really like to work don’t you? No no, I’m not accusing you of anything. I know your drive after all...”

“No matter what, it doesn’t seem I’ll get use to fighting. I wonder if either of those two would-ah. nevermind!”

Bond 1 “...Oh, sorry Master! I was spacing out there for a moment. I’m...not really use to being...heh, nevermind me!”

Bond 2 “Your magecraft seems a little shaky lately. Are you sure you’re feeling well? You eating well? Maybe a nice plate of meat and potatoes will make you feel better? ...Wh-what do you mean that’s too heavy?!”

Bond 3 “How strange.  I’m still here. Usually I can’t remember where I’ve been or how I got where I am because...because...

...Well anyway, I can’t say it’s bad after all. I’d certainly be worried if one moment I was here with you and the next you left my sight. That-that can get rather scary...”

Bond 4 “... ... ... I can still feel them inside me, you know? ‘The Lady of The Lake’ and ‘The Fairy Witch’. My...other selves.

... Why? Why? WHY? Why do they have to exist? Why are they inside me? It’s not fair! I lost so much to them! So much of my life- Take, STOLEN from me by them! And even worst, they took my home away! I’m Morgause Pendragon, the daughter of Uther Pendragon! I am human! Not a fae! Not a witch! I. Am. HUMAN, ME! 

So why can’t they just leave me alone?!”

Bond 5 “... I won’t be here for long. Even if this body were to see the end of your journey, I-I might not be the one in it. I was the first to fade away after all. It’s simply my fate...to be used and discarded by everything I love. 

...Even so, I won’t run. As weak as I maybe in comparison to them...I won’t surrender a second of my time with you. With anyone. I’m here now. I am me.”

To Gawain “My son...my darling son. P-please don’t turn away! Please. I-I lost so much time with you. I can’t-I have to. Please, come embrace your mother. Before I’m gone.”

To Gareth “Gareth...my little pup. Look at you, you’ve grown up so much. I bet you had the lords at your beck and call. ... I wish I could have been there for you.”

To Agravain “Oh Agravain. It hurts to see you look at me so. And yet, it’s all my fault. If only I were stronger, if only I could overcome them. My little knight...I’m sorry.”

To Arturia “Arthur-no, Arturia isn’t it? To think I felt so bitter about what our father wanted...when there was so much to lose to that envy. I...I shall take my leave.”

To Mordred “Master, that knight over there?? That...wouldn’t happen to be Sir Mordred correct? ... Yes I assumed so, given her glares at me. Le Fay’s child with my own brother...There’s nothing I can do to help her, is there?”

To Morgan (Lostbelt) “You there, the witch. You have quite the nerve to show your face here. You, who abandoned her humanity for the sake of a kingdom. Your kingdom was a shame and deserved it’s fate. Glare at me all you wish, without the three of us you would be nothing.”

Likes “What do I like? Well, I always liked cooking. It was always such a treat to see my children’s faces light up when I cooked with all my heart!”

Dislikes “...Lake fae and evil witches.”

Holy Grail “Even if it is a heresy, I would like to wish upon it. Then maybe, I can finally be free.”

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Vivian

“Master, come. We have much to do still. ...I know you must be tired, I understand your weariness. But still, we must persist.”

“There’s no need to worry about me. An adventure like this-it is a simple matter. Compared to guiding those troublesome fae...”

“Quiet, quiet, quiet. ...Sorry Master, I was...having some difficulties with...the others. Le Fay especially...”

Bond 1 “So, you have stayed by my side? How strange, most humans simply leave the lakeside after so long.”

Bond 2 “Your heart is weary. There is no point in lying. I know that feeling well myself. Perhaps I have been pushing you too hard. Come, rest. All need reprieve after all.”

Bond 3 “It seems my time has not come yet. Good. I cannot-I will not fade like before. I refuse to let things end like before.”

Bond 4 “It is so tiring. To have their thoughts, their minds inside me. Always, always a reminder. That I am more than the fae ‘Vivian’. The human princess and the raging witch-

...No. No. NO! I am here now! I will be the one to fight! I will be the one to guard the Human Order! I will be the one protect the Age of Man that Father wished for! Not the human Morgause! Not the witch Le Fay! 

I am Me, Vivian, The Lady of the Lake!”

Bond 5 “Even though I am the fae Vivian, an existence incompatible with mankind. It was always the humans I loved most of all. The fae, so fickle and cruel. I guided and guarded them out of duty alone.

Why you may ask? Because it was mankind that my father Uther loved. He protected them to his last breath. And so shall I. Even if I may never see the Age of Man, I will protect and guide it. Especially you, my Master. I shall ensure your safety to death and beyond.”

To Lancelot (Berserker) “Master! Th-that figure cloaked in black! I-it can’t be! My son! This is what became of you? ... Who did this?”

To Lancelot (Saber) “I knew it. Of course my son would be here. There was no chance he wouldn’t answer the call to protect mankind. He grew into a splendid knight after all.”

To Mash “This feeling... You there, young lady with the shield. Come forward, let me take a good look. ...It really is, isn’t it? Don’t be scared young lady. I shall never hurt you. Now, come with me. I have much to discuss with you.”

To Fae Servants “*Sigh* It seems there are some troublemakers in this place isn’t there? Worry not Master, I know how to keep them on a tight leash.”

To Morgan (Lostbelt) “Ruler of the fae, huh? How pathetic. To have resorted to such evil. I do not care what your excuses are. I lead and guarded the fae myself. I sacrificed my place in the world. I expect no less of you.”

To Arturia (Archer) “How cute, thinking that little spruit is alike to my magic. Here, let me show you what a true Excalibur Vivian can accomplish.”

Likes “Besides mankind? ...I do enjoy watching the forest creatures prance about. The little bugs especially.”

Dislike “Lazy princesses and malevolent witches. That is all I’ll say.”

Holy Grail “It is a false wish granting device isn’t it? Still, if supplied with enough mana, it might just be enough to grant my wish To gain my freedom.”

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Morgan Le Fay

“Careful now, Master. One wrong step and things will certainly go wrong. I know how much fun it is to lose yourself in the throes of battle. Hehehe...But your goal must come first.”

“That fire...that determination. Very well, I’ll join you in the fray. After all, I haven’t nearly indulged enough myself.”

“Your magecraft is rather lackluster isn’t it? Hm, whatever you call your ‘talents’, that doesn’t matter. Practice, practice, practice. Experience breeds excellence. I didn’t match Merlin with pure talent after all.”

Bond 1 “I must say, staying this way at will without being subject to the fickle whims fate...it’s rather nice. Thanks Master.”

Bond 2 “Fate is cruel. I know your pain better than most. Forced into the impossible by the will of others. But don’t let your heart waver. Through will and guile, you will gain your freedom.”

Bond 3 “Don’t hesitate to give me tasks. I find myself with more time than i know what to do with. Preferably with you around...”

Bond 4 “I’m sure you’ve heard about this before but...My other selves are still here. Deep inside, I can still here them. Their woes, their uncertainty, their hatred. All mine...

...Bwahaha! What a joke! As if I would let them trend upon me. It was my loathing that struck fear into Camelot. It was my malice that twisted the Green Knight. It was my love for Britian that allowed me to stomach sharing a bed with that liar. I am no feeble princess or passive fae. I am me, Morgan, the witch that loved Britian!”

Bond 5 “So here we stand still. I’m sure you caught on but I hate the Age of Man. Tearing away all the work I put out, fading everything I’ve done into legend. Acting as though I was never here. For it’s sins, I will always spur it.

So why am I here? Because I would rather have an Age of Man with Britian than not. Be it the destruction of history or man, I will not stand for it. I will rage and hate and burn until all is done. So long as we stand on the same ground, I will be here. I can’t trust the other two to get the job done after all.”

To Mordred “Hm, that defect of a homonculus is here? Master, you are best off sending it away. It’s incapable of following orders or performing tasks sufficiently. I would love to fix it but that’s beyond my reach.”

To Arturia (Alter) “Tch, that liar dares to attach my name to something so weak. She preaches that the strong rule over the weak, shall I teach her who is truly strong then? Gwahaha!”

To Merlin “Ah, Teacher is here too. How unusual, that fickle asshole couldn’t be asked to cut a blade of grass, let alone save humanity. He’s not even really here is he?”

To Fairy Knight Tristan “Master, this annoying brat won’t leave me alone. Acting all familiar and friendly with me... Maybe I’ll teach her what it means to truly be sadistic. Perhaps by rending her limbs asunder...”

To Arturia “So the King of Liars has come as well. Maybe a trip into Hell will teach her the place where she belongs...but that will have to wait, won’t it? She still has her uses after all...”

To Oberon-Vortigern “That mana. Another embodiment of Britian is here?! It feels like that failure Vortigern...yet...it’s so different. I must dissect him, to know!”

To Morgan (Lostbelt) “Ah yes, that other me. Heh, what a fool she turned out to be, no? She rages against man, fae and knights, wasting all her efforts in the process. Focus, my dear. Focus is the key to victory. I did not waste my time with man or fae, I put my all into the slaying of Arturia. And which of us succeeded, hm?”

Likes “A rough night with a man below me, of course.”

Dislikes “My other selves. Unlike them, I will not hide the truth.”

Holy Grail “Hm, I have no need for such a thing. Unlike them, I will not cling to a false hope. It will be my hand that cuts them out like the parasites they are.”

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Bond 10 CE: I Am...?

One minute *I’m* home with my children One minute ^I’m^ guarding those troublesome fae One minute -I’m- cackling as I tear into his flesh

The next I’m not.

It is my duty to *lead*/^guard^/-destroy- my kin No, That is *my*/^my^/-my- duty. No, it’s *mine*/^mine^/-mine-!

...Is it?

No, I am a *princess*/^guardian^/-witch-! That is not what *I*/^I^/-I- am! Stop it! This is who *I*/^I^/-I- am!

I am *me*/^me^/-me-! I am *Me*/^Me^/-Me-! I AM *ME*/^ME^/-ME-!

I am... I...am... I...

....Who am I?

[writtenjewels]

Fire Eater part 5

Part One , Part Two , Part Three , Part Four

Maxwell never hated the concept of time more in his life. But then, he never had much of a reason to want a moment to stand still before.

He hadn't noticed Jacob the first time the man sat in the crowd. Just another face like all the others who came to the circus. But as he did his circle on the second night, he caught that same face again. And again on the third night. When the fourth night rolled around Maxwell was looking for that face, eager to see the young man.

They clicked so instantly it was a surprise. And when he revealed his face, Jacob looked like he was actually interested in what he saw.

Then came the night they danced together. Maxwell thought for a moment... well, it didn't matter, as Jacob backed off.

Which led to this moment: Jacob's lips against his. At last. Though really he only met the man days ago, it felt like he'd been waiting for this moment for so long. Maxwell didn't dare make any sudden moves or press for more than what Jacob was giving him. Jacob released his lips, expelling a sigh.

“I like you being forward,” Maxwell grinned.

“Shut up,” Jacob huffed. At first Maxwell thought he offended the man somehow, but then felt Jacob clinging to his shirt. “Shut up and kiss me, Oberon.”

And so he did, shaping his lips hungrily against Jacob's. His arms slid around Jacob's body to hold him close. He felt Jacob's arms around his shoulders, clinging almost desperately. It was overwhelming the passion and eagerness Jacob threw into the embrace.

“Maxwell.” He growled the name against Jacob's mouth.

“Wh-what?”

“My name. Oberon is just a stage name. Call me Maxwell.”

“Maxwell,” Jacob repeated. Oh, he loved how that sounded. Jacob pressed a bit closer, body flush against Maxwell's.

Little by little Maxwell had pushed this thing between them. He dared to push again. “Stay, Jacob. Stay here with me tonight.”

Jacob broke the kiss and took a step back. His eyes were wide, his face flushed. “You probably say that to everyone.” It was not a completely unfair accusation. Maxwell had certainly had his dalliances over the years, other men he spent a night with.

But that's all it was: one single night. And he'd already given Jacob more than that. “I told you, Jacob,” Maxwell explained, “that you are the first who made me want to stay. Something about you has captivated me.” He leaned in and pressed a light kiss to that mouth. “Please stay with me tonight, Jacob.”

He could see the uncertainty in the younger man's eyes, but also the desire. Maxwell waited to see which of them would win.

“Yes,” Jacob agreed, his kiss searing. “Yes, Maxwell.”

[marianhalcombes]

hello, I adore your blog and art! I was wondering whether you had any recs for things to scratch that wuthering heights itch (for those who devoured WH) — retellings, separate standalone fiction, commentary or academia even?

Hello and thank you! Absolutely. I’ll asterisk my faves. Here’s your one-stop shop for all things Wuthering Heights:

Brontë Books: Literature, Graphic Novels, and Poetry

The Lost Child by Caryl Phillps (2015)

*Glass Town: The Imaginary World of the Brontës by Isabel Greenberg (2020)

The Glass Town Game by Catherynne M. Valente (2017)

*“The Glass Essay” by Anne Carson (1995)

Charlotte Brontë Before Jane Eyre by Glynnis Fawkes (2019)

*The Complete Poetry of Emily Jane Brontë (Columbia, 1995)

Film and TV Adaptations: There’s a lot! Here’s a few.

*Wuthering Heights (2011), dir. Andrea Arnold feat. Kaya Scodelario and James Howard

Emily Brontë’s Wuthering Heights (1992), dir. Peter Kominsky feat. Juliette Binoche and Ralph Fiennes

Wuthering Heights (1939), dir. William Wyler feat. Merle Oberon and Laurence Olivier

Wuthering Heights (1970), dir. Robert Fuest feat. Anna Calder-Marshall and Timothy Dalton

Wuthering Heights BBC series (2009), dir. Coky Giedroyc feat. Charlotte Riley and Tom Hardy

*Not an adaptation but highly recommended: To Walk Invisible two-part film about the Brontë siblings (2016), dir. Sally Wainwright (director of Gentleman Jack!) 

Academia You Can Actually Digest: It Exists! 

*The Brontë Cabinet: Three Lives in Nine Objects by Deborah Lutz (2015)

“The real Emily Brontë was red in tooth and claw, forget the on-screen romance” by Hila Shachar (2018)

“Was Emily Brontë’s Heathcliff Black?” by Corinne Fowler (2017)

“The Radical Politics of Wuthering Heights” by yours truly (2020)

There is tons of scholarship on WH from Marxist theory to gender studies to postcolonialism so if you want to dive deeper into a topic let me know and I’ll point you in a good direction! 

Illustrations of Wuthering Heights: All-Ladies Edition

Clare Leighton (1898–1989)

Edna Clarke Hall (1879–1979)

Some Other Things: Why Not?

Take some time to peruse the Brontë Society website.

Look into some locations around Haworth: Top Withens (sometimes spelled Withins), Brontë Falls, the Brontë Bridge, Haworth Village, the Parsonage Museum which was their home, etc. It’s cool to see the paths they regularly hiked. Top Withens is said to be an inspiration for the eponymous farmhouse in WH (tho more likely the view than anything). 

Some very funny Kate Beaton comics about Wuthering Heights

Ofc, the Kate Bush song but also Noel Fielding dressed like her and dancing to the song

Some photos I took of my hike in Brontë Country

If there’s anything else Wuthering Heights you’re interested in, lmk! :)