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stormyjisung · 10 months

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must be an oracle. LMH

remember how we knew love was here to stay?

Pairing. lee minho x f!reader

Genre. star crossed lovers, romance (written in third person pov)

Synopsis. and perhaps they were just that, soulmates, written by the oracles, guided by the stars.

Inspo. september by taylor swift, youtiful by stray kids, and lee minho, im so in love with him its ridiculous.

Wc. ~ 1K

somewhere lost in the fields -1872

“dance with me” He whispered gently against her ears

a shy smile bloomed brilliantly on her features, putting the gorgeous moonlight to shame, “i’d love to” she replied, taking his outstretched hand in hers.

It was as if the fields were just as excited to have them there, the tall grasses swaying gently as if swooning over the display of pure love. The stars twinkled mischievously, as if to send teasing winks towards the blushing female.

He smelled like jasmines, with a hint of sandlewood, and she’d soon come to recognize those scents as home, and soon enough she’d come to replace the word home with his name.

They swayed gently, their only music was the gentle breeze that floated through the atmosphere, his hands rested on her waist and hers on his shoulder, eyes interlocked.

He felt his periphery blurring, fading away, the only spotlight was on her. It was scary how much he’d come to love her in such a short period of time,

“we’re star crossed lovers” she’d jest, but only he knew that somewhere down the line, he’d truly begun to believe that they had loved each other before their souls were even created.

It simply wasn’t possible, to love someone so deeply, so sincerely unless they already had a connection.

He strongly believed they did, they were the same soul, split from the same comet, had circled the same galaxies, were blessed by the same stars, a single thread of gold tied him to her, delicate and fragile

yet strong enough to stand the test of time.

Her eyes pulled him in, luring him, tempting him to jump in, and he almost always found himself giving into the urges to melt under her gaze, how could he not?

When she looked like that?

So devastatingly beautiful, a beauty so benevolent, so solemn, that he couldn’t even put up a fight, not like he was going to anyway.

“You’re too beautiful”

The words escaped his lips before he could even register them, leaving him flustered in the realization, but perhaps those rosy cheeks were worth it.

“stop it” she gently punched his shoulder.

“Only the truth, lovely”

And maybe this was love she guessed; silent, strong, resilient, understanding and pure. All her life she believed no word could ever replace the word love,

but maybe love did have a synonym, his name.

It fit so perfectly, as if that blank space was tailored just for his name to fit. As if her hands were made just to hold his, as if her sorrows were made to fit perfectly in his palm.

“Grow old with me” her whisper reached him before getting lost in the wind, he smiled, “i plan on doing so, lovely”

And maybe even if they were to part ways, she’d remember him fondly as her one true soulmate

and maybe they were just that, soulmates, written by the oracles, guided by the stars.

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Somewhere in a party, trying to get out - 2023

“I fucking hate you, suri” she muttered, pushing and shoving sweaty bodies aside as she made her way through the crowd.

Mentally cursing both herself and her friend. She swore as she pushed another drunk man aside to never let herself get swayed by her friend’s puppy dog eyes.

This wasn’t her thing, but it sure was suri’s. One was the life of the party and the other preferred to be a couch potato.

Bursting out of the door and onto the balcony, she was hit by a gust of cool air. Her hair was sticking uncomfortably to the nape of her neck as she gathered it all and threw it into a bun.

In her haste to get out of the house, onto the balcony and away from the horrible crowd, she didn’t even realize that she had company.

A man around her age, lean built, leaning onto the railing. Hands wrapped around a drink, eyes lost in the scenery in front of him. She weighed her options, a- go back into that crowded house, b- ignore the stranger and go stand somewhere else, c- strike up a conversation.

Before she could even consider choosing option b, the stranger called out to her, “You alright?”

That’s when she took a good look at him.

His black hair framed his face beautifully, the moonlight falling strategically on certain portions and the silver glow made him look ethereal. His single dangly earring occasionally reflecting the moonlight that fell on it.

His beauty was devastating, like an impending avalanche.

“Yeah, I'm fine” she replied, standing beside him.

There was something more to him, something more. She knew no one clicked with strangers this fast, not unless they shared a connection.

But maybe that was simply the alcohol in her system speaking,

The night was a moonlit, silent one. Crickets chirped monotonously, making her hyperconscious of the overly handsome young man standing beside her.

“Minho” he spoke up after a few minutes, turning to face her

She met his gaze, holding it she replied, “nice to meet you, minho”

She could’ve sworn she has said the same name again and again like a prayer for it to sound so natural from her lips, but never in her life had she even uttered the name of the young man.

“say” he started after letting a few beats of silence pass, “would you want to dance with me?”

She could’ve said no, she had every right to

She would’ve said no, she wasn’t very confident in her dancing skills. But something about him drew her in,

She should’ve said no, he was after all a very familiar stranger

“I would love to”

A/n : hi! I've been awfully soft for minho these days, and this was an impulsive write, hope you like it. Soft Minho is my favorite minho to write :(

Don't forget to reblog it to show your appreciation ^-^

#🌷- skz!#skz imagines #stray kids #stray kids x reader #skz fanfic #stray kids x you #skz x reader #stray kids minho #skz minho #stray kids fluff #skz #lee minho #lee minho x reader

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babycruisetiktok · 11 months

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POV: Tom feels blessed to have you and Suri ☺️

#pov #tom cruise #baby_cruise pov #tom cruise edit #maverick #ethan hunt #top gun #top gun maverick #miles teller #rooster

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demoiselettes · 1 year

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Hello! Hello!

May i request a platonic soulmate with mitsuri. Like they meet at the demon slayer corps and hit it off. It’s hard meeting up due to reader not being a hashria but that’s perfectly fine. They become best friends, like they always eat together, and tell each other crushes to each and be each others wing women, they also would like to get pregnant around the same time so their kids can be friends just like them.(reader gets with Rengoku for plot convince) Then the final battle comes reader sadly enough is slowly bleeding their death in mitsruis’s arms as she tell them to hang on.(this is before she fights Muzan) Knowing the reader wont make it the reader asks Mitsuri when they are reborn, if they be friends again, becuase the reader wouldn’t know what they would do if they didnt have someone like mitsuri in their life. They ask maybe they can be closer, like sisters before finally closing their eyes and going limp. Do what you want with that info

You don’t have to take this if its too long. If you do take this then thank you very much :D have a nice day

« Let’s be friends again, » (part 2)

Pairing: Platonic! Mitsuri x reader, Kyojuro x reader

Category: fluff to angst

Warning(s)/note(s): fem! Reader, mentions of death, blood and injuries

A/n: HOW DARE i was this 🤏 close to crying while reading this so i had to write it right away sobs

You met Mitsuri under less than desirable circumstances.

« Oh, i can’t decide! » sweet green eyes scanned the menu, a hand nervously fiddling with the fabric of your haori. « What should i get? »

It was unlikely that you would ever find a friend in the Demon Slayer Corps, but it was a place mainly for those who’ve lost everything. Sometimes, bonds formed under the weight of sympathy and a strange, almost suicidal resolution to avenge what you’ve lost.

« You might as well get everything on the menu, » you shook your head in half-hearted dismay, but a familiar glint in her eyes made itself known.

« Oh, i hadn’t thought of that! Thank you so much! » she threw her arms around your neck briefly before skipping towards the owner who seemed more than happy to take her order, despite the way his eyes gradually widened to about the size of teacups from writing down nearly everything that was on today’s menu.

« Wait, Mitsuri! » you ran over to her and cupped your mouth, whispering in her ear: « I was only kidding! Are you sure it’s a good idea to eat this much? »

Heaven had blessed you that day when she’d found you idly looking at your sword on a small wooden bench outside a dessert shop. You remembered that day had been a bad one. Memories of your family, alive, had been plaguing your mind and you wondered if you were worthy of being the sole survivor for you weren’t nearly as strong as your co-workers.

She’d voluntarily sat down beside you and had offered you a stick of dango without any hesitation. She loved to share, and she’d wanted to share a piece of what made her happy to someone who looked like they could use it.

« But i’m hungry! » she whined, then flushed bright red. « B-but i will share! I’m not gonna hog everything.. »

You smiled at her kindly, wondering how this angel was a Demon Slayer. « Eat your fill, ‘Suri-chan. Just don’t get sick. »

Once again you were wrapped tightly in arms that held the comfort and security you’d longed for since the death of your family.

Spring arrived with promises of sweet smelling flowers and ripening fruits, and with those, love. You’d gotten the chance to meet your lovely friends’s previous mentor, a man of many words with hair that was reminiscent to flames. And Mitsuri had instinctively, like the love hashira that she is, detected the feelings that formed that day. Once the two of you were finally alone, she wasted little time in dabbling into the matter.

« Rengoku-san is nice, n-no? » you wondered why she was sweating. Her hand fanned at her face in light motions while she sipped her tea with the other. « Don’t you think so, [Name]-chan? »

You narrowed your eyes suspiciously at her. « He is. » you leaned closer to her. « You’re onto something, aren’t you? »

She practically burst, covering her face with her hands and shaking in her sit. « It’s just- i can feel it! You and Rengoku-san would make such a cute couple! »

Now it was your turn to sweat and to fan your face. Your cheeks burned as though you were under the scorching sun when a light breeze swept over you both. « Mitsuri, we met like, an hour ago! »

With sudden ardor, she released her face and held onto your hands. « You didn’t say no! »

« I didn’t because you’d know i’d be lying. Rengoku-san is nice. But i don’t think we have time to fall in love.. » you played with her fingers, letting your gaze drop onto your lap. « It’s already gotten harder for us to spend time together since you stepped up to being a hashira, we’re never gonna be able to maintain love lives! »

It was true. Shortly after your meeting, Mitsuri had been offered a spot as a hashira, and though you had both jumped up and down with happiness at the news, a small part of you had thought that this would be beginning of the end of your friendship. Being a hashira was serious business, surely Mitsuri would learn so too and would put her duty first. And she did, but she also put you on the same level as her duty. You would forever be grateful to her for making time for you, and you repaid her, you hoped, by training twice as hard to protect her.

She pouted. « We can try! Think about it, we’re demon slayers and we always put our lives on the line, we can allow ourselves a sliver of happiness from time to time, can’t we? »

You hesitated. She had joined the Corps to find a husband. « Well, sure, but.. i’m no good with love. »

« You’re friends with the love hashira. »

« And i’m no good with love. »

« And you’re friends with the love hashira. » she placed a finger over your nose, tapping. « I’ll help you, silly! I won’t let you die alone. Oh! Oh! Imagine! » she turned to you with the biggest, most innocent grin ever. « What if you and i get married on the same day? We’d get to help each other out with our attires and hairdos! Wouldn’t that be lovely? » she was shaking your shoulders now. You let her. « And what if we got pregnant at around the same time? Imagine our children being friends, just like us! Or lovers! »

Your heart swelled with warmth at her words, and you did nothing to contain the smile that was making your cheeks hurt. « That would be lovely, » you agreed. « I feel as though Iguro-san would prefer a simple wedding,”

She nodded without letting the words sink in. « He would! It’d take place-« then she stopped abruptly and she seemed to measure the meaning of your words before her face matched the color of her hair. « WAIT- I-IGURO-SAN? » she began steaming, pressing her fists to her chest. « What makes you think-? »

« Everyone, » you began slowly. « In the corps knows except for you. »

Your words seemed to strike her from every angle, and she almost fell backwards. « It’s that obvious? »

You nodded solemnly. « I don’t get why you tried to hide your crush. Is something wrong? »

The fluster seemed to dissipate and instead made way for an unexpected nervousness that shone in her eyes. « Well, it’s just.. i don’t want to embarrass him. »

« Embarrass him? »

« He’d be dating someone who eats like a glutton and who had pink and green hair.. » she didn’t finish, didn’t need to. She’d shared her insecurities about her appearance and appetite before and though you’d taken the time to assure her that there was nothing wrong with her, you knew those same insecurities were never far from her mind.

« Why would he have been so sweet to you if he’d been embarrassed of you, ‘Suri-chan? » you wondered. She said nothing, only blinked at her pink sandals. « You are loved by many. It’s not because of one loser with bad taste who broke off your engagement simply because of your hair color that you’re going to try to change. Iguro-san is not like that. He understands a person’s physique isn’t everything. And besides you’re so pretty! »

Pretty was an understatement. Mitsuri might as well have been a goddess.

« Oh, [Name]-chan! » she was sobbing now, and hugging you to the point where you had difficulty breathing, but that was okay. As long as you had Mitsuri, everything was okay.

You’d prayed to God for this moment to prolong itself, or you to be trapped inside your own little bubble of happiness with Mitsuri and maybe Rengoku if your friend was not wrong about his feelings for you, but those prayers had been ignored and too soon, you were facing a battle which would determine whether or not the human race would survive..or be overrun by demons.

Everything had happened in a blur, if you were to make sense of it all, to number the order of the events, your brain would have melted. Except, that wouldn’t have mattered. Not in this condition, not when you were missing an arm and were slowly bleeding to death.

Tonight’s losses were regrettable. So many have died. And so many kept dying, people fell all around you, the ground was soaked in blood. You were beginning to think Muzan’s words were true; those who died immediately by his attacks were the lucky ones. You did not feel included. Mitsuri cradled your head, sobbing and screaming at you to hold on, that Muzan would be defeated, that you would be healed. It seemed like wishful thinking, but she seemed so determined. Her cheek was cut and pouring pints of blood, but she was in a better shape than you and that alone was enough to wash away the last of the doubt and fear that lingered during the battle. You didn’t mind dying, but it had to be on your own terms. And you were glad your death would mean Mitsuri would get to live. One of you had to make it, and you wanted it to be her. Perhaps that was selfish of you. You didn’t want to live with the guilt of surviving at someone else’s behest, but here you were, putting your closest friend through the exact scenario. But she had people to live for, a family, a lover. Not you.

« Please, please, please keep your eyes open! » she implored, pressing you closer against her. « Don’t die, please! »

It pained you to see her like this. You’d always known Mitsuri as the most optimistic of people. Her grip around your remaining hand tightened and you felt that familiar warmth course through you again. « I’m sorry, » it was difficult to talk through the blood on your lips. « Sorry, ‘Suri-chan. Don’t cry.. »

Oh, you were crying too now, the tears mixed with the blood. You heard the clanging of swords and the slicing of flesh. Obanai had brought both you and Mitsuri to a fight-free corner before dashing off again. You prayed he’d live. Him, and everyone else.

Mitsuri looked around frantically, trying to find a medic or anyone that would give you a chance to live, but the fight was in full swing and you were getting tired of hearing the screams of agony of those who were cut down. You didn’t want anyone to come to your rescue— okay, maybe just a little— but you mostly wanted them to save themselves if they could, to focus on killing Muzan. Your case was, you already knew, hopeless and you didn’t want anyone wasting their time on you.

« Mitsuri, »

Her head snapped back towards you and droplets of tears fell on your face. « Yes? [Name], don’t speak, save your strength-«

« Can you promise me something? » you had no strength to save. You would not be saved. « When we reincarnate, if we-« you coughed out more blood. You were surprised you still had some left to cough out. « If we can be friends again, or sisters.. that’d be nice, » your eyes drooped. The horizon seemed to blur afar, the night sky and the Earth becoming one.

Mitsuri sobbed harder, nodding frantically. « We will! I’ll find you, [Name], even in another life, even if we aren’t reborn as sisters, i promise- but you can’t leave me now! » she seemed to break down further. « I can’t lose you, i don’t want to! »

It was bittersweet that she still held onto hope that you would live even though there wasn’t any. You didn’t want to crush her will, but it seemed that facing the truth was kinder than living in denial. « Mitsuri, look at me. I won’t make it, »

« NO! » she screamed, her tears fell harder and she didn’t even seem to mind the giant gash on her cheek. « You will! You-« she choked on her own spit and tears, holding you tighter. You felt so nice here, being hugged by her, engulfed in the comfort that emanated from her haori wrapped around you. You remembered the first time you two had exchanged haoris, she had thought it to be a good idea to swap outfits for a day.

You said nothing, just waited. She’d come to her senses. Mitsuri was sentimental, emotional, but not stupid. Her body was racked with tremors and she hiccuped uncontrollably. When she spoke again, her voice was now measured but shaky nonetheless. « I’ll find you, [Name]-chan. I want to be your sister in another life, or-or even just your best friend is more than enough! I-« she cracked a grin that did not reach her eyes. « I want to live a normal life with you. We’d be there for each other, there wouldn’t be demons-«

« That sounds lovely, » you murmured. In the far distance, you thought you could hear Sanemi yelling at Giyuu. « I’m grateful to be your friend, you know.. » your consciousness seemed to be lifting, like a floating lantern. Strangely, it didn’t hurt anymore. That could just be your nervous system shutting down. You knew Mitsuri wanted to cry harder, to yell and you knew she was holding back. She gazed at you as though she understood something, finally. « I wouldn’t know what to do if we didn’t meet again.. »

She pressed her forehead against yours. Her eyes seemed haunted. « We will find each other. I won’t forgive the Gods if we don’t. »

« Thank you.. » your eyes closed, and your breathing became shallow. With the last of your strength, you held onto her hand. « I’ll see you.. » your chest heaved.. and didn’t fall back down. In the end, all Mitsuri could do was press a wet kiss to your forehead. She finally cried out all her sorrows, inwardly apologizing to you for being weak.

The sound of muffled chatting awakened you, followed by glass tapping against wood. You laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling and gathering the courage to get out of bed.

« Welcome, welcome! » your sister’s cheerful voice came from below. « Please have a seat, i’ll be with you in just a moment! »

You giggled. Mornings were always busy at the diner run by your older sister and her husband. Kids came to grab snacks to munch on during class while their teacher drones on about a topic, morning commuters come in for their much needed cups of coffee lest they snap at everyone at work. You imagined both your sister and brother-in-law milling about, taking orders and serving their delicacies. You finally kicked the blankets away and rolled out of bed.

By the time you came downstairs, the place was half empty. The liveliness of the early customers usually dissipated at this time, but came back strong during lunch hours. You found Mitsuri at the counter, happily wiping off crumbs and dust. She was always happy.

« Good morning, nee-san, » you took a seat at the booth near the counter. « What’s for breakfast? »

You loved asking her that question because the answer was usually something along the lines of just about everything.

She rushed over to you and wrapped you up in her arms as a good morning. You saw Obanai giving you a small nod, kindness crinkling in his eyes and you had an inkling that he was smiling behind his mask. He sauntered towards the storage room, no doubt to get a broom and clean up the flour covered floor.

« Let’s see, there’s rice and fish.. » she counted on her fingers, getting lost in the wonderful land of food. « And i could whip up pancakes.. »

« I think i’ll just get the pancakes, » you poured yourself a glass of orange juice. You didn’t want to give her too much work this early on, and you felt bad that you were not the one cooking.

Mitsuri’s face lit up. « Pancakes it is! How much syrup do you want? I’ve got chocolate too, if you’d like! » she rushed over to the kitchen before you could even answer, nearly tripping on her own foot and giving both you and Obanai a heart attack. Her enthusiasm was contagious, you found yourself feeling giddy on your seat, drumming your fingers on the counter top, and swinging your legs. « Are the kids up yet? » you called out to her, but it was Obanai that answered.

«Michiko and Kokomo don’t have school today, so we let them sleep in. »

“They say they want to play with you! Yesterday they came up with a ton of games for you!” Mitsuri added, her voice dripping with mirth.

You nodded, your happiness only growing at the thought of the five adorable bunch. They were only toddlers, the eldest about 4 years old while the youngest ones— triplets, mind you— were still babies. And goodness did you spoil them. You often got in trouble with their father for giving them too much sweets and gifts, but their mother didn’t mind in the slightest. She was always so fond of seeing you play with them. And your ego grew everytime Michiko and Kokomo told you you were their favorite aunt. You were also the only aunt they saw on a daily basis, given how you had come to live with Mitsuri and Obanai after they’d gotten married since their house was close to your college. They’d insisted that you didn’t have to repay them in terms of money, so you made up for it by helping them out in their diner as much as possible whenever you got time, as well as babysitting their kids. Honestly, they also babied you a lot. Well, mostly Mitsuri.

You’ve always had a strong bond with her, stronger than what you had with your other siblings. You found it unfair to the rest of your them, and you felt guilty but you couldn’t help it. You almost felt like you’ve known her longer than you’ve known them.

While Obanai climbed up the stairs to check on the kids and Mitsuri stacked your pancakes with enough syrup and berries to both drown and suffocate the food, you surveyed the place. It was quiet, yet cheerful. It was peaceful and it was..home. You suddenly felt an onslaught of emotions; nostalgia, sadness, happiness, relief.. where they came from, you had no idea. Distant and foggy memories of a fairytail danced across your mind. Dangos. Cherry blossom trees. Swords.. you pinched your cheeks. Your parents had been right about you having a wild imagination. The same recurring dreams of sparring relentlessly and talking to some people whom you didn’t even know came back to you. They were sweet, comforting, nostalgic.. and you felt the urge to cry everytime you thought about them, though you had no clue why.

You only knew you’d found solace in this little home bustling with life. And you were determined to keep it so, you were determined to preserve the happiness they gave you, because you were not about to lose what you had found a second time.

#i’m not crying you are #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #nanako’s blues #mitsuri kanroji angst #mitsuri x reader angst #platonic mitsuri

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bonebrujeria · 2 years

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Hello, I saw in a comment section you were offering to make a rec list of queer adult fantasy. Any chance you happen to have that list handy? If not no worries, and thank you for your time

YOU GOT IT

Contemporary Adult Queer Fantasy

Kalyna the Soothsayer by Elijah Kinch Spector Monster of Elendhaven by Jennifer Geisbrecht (we do not talk about this book enough it's so good!! Read if you love Hannibal or Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell) Priory of the Orange Tree by Samantha Shannon The Unbroken by CL Clark (ft. Sexy butch protagonist) The Jasmine Throne by Tasha Suri Master of Djinn by P Djeli Clark (+ his Djinn in Cairo novella series) Black Leopard, Red Wolf by Marlon James Silver in the Wood by Emily Tesh (read if you love Hozier) The Raven Tower by Ann Leckie The Unspoken Name by A.K. Larkwood The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue by V.E. Schwab Dead Collections by Isaac Fellman (ft. Trans vampire protagonist) The City of Dusk by Tara Sim Burning Roses by S.L. Huang The Starless Sea by Erin Morgenstern Wild and Wicked Things by Francesca May Her Body & Other Parties by Carmen Maria Machado Wrath Goddess Sing by Maya Deane (ft trans Achilles!) The Bruising of Qilwa by Naseem Jamnia (ft. Aroace protagonist) Spear by Nicola Griffith (Authuriana) Witchmark by C.L. Polk, or anything by C.L. Polk The Ruthless Lady's Guide to Wizardry by C.M. Waggoner Fireheart Tiger by Aliette de Bodard (or anything by Aliette de Bodard) Sarahland by Sam Cohen House in the Cerulean Sea and Under the Whispering Door by TJ Klune Lady Hotspur by Tessa Gratton Magic for Liars by Sarah Gailey Unconquerable Sun by Kate Elliot (Alexander the Great retelling) The Bone Shard Daughter by Andrea Stewart Hollow Empire by Sam Hawke K.A. Doore's Chronicles of Ghadid series The Deep by Rivers Solomon Jenn Lyons' A Chorus of Dragons series Black Sun by Rebecca Roanhorse The Founders Trilogy by Robert Jackson Bennett The Tiger's Daughter by K. Arsenault Rivera The Devourers by Indra Das (Indian shapeshifters!) The Once and Future Witches by Alix E Harrow The Chosen and the Beautiful by Nghi Vo (queer Gatsby retelling)

Adult Queer Fantasy that I know specifically feature on-page boning: Siren Queen by Nghi Vo (please read anything & everything by Nghi Vo) A Marvellous Light by Freya Marske A Taste of Gold and Iron by Alexandra Rowland She Who Became the Sun by Shelly Parker-Chan The Mercenary Librarians series by Kit Rocha (dystopian) KJ Charles' Magpie Lord series

Not fantasy but you should still read them: Manhunt by Gretchen Felker-Martin (horror, trans cast, firmly anti-TERF) Light From Uncommon Stars by Ryka Aoki (science-fantasy, objectively a perfect novel) Summer Sons by Lee Mandelo (horror, gay yearning) The Seep by Chana Porter Genesis of Misery by Neon Yang (sci-fi Joan of Arc) Everything by Becky Chambers Everything by Rivers Solomon Arkady Martine's A Memory Called Empire

ALSO: author K.A. Doore keeps a running list of queer adult SFF published every year. I highly recommend going through those archives, which you can find here: https://kadoore.com/2022/05/23/2022-queer-adult-science-fiction-fantasy-books/

Tl;dr: SFF is extremely gay, almost everyone writing contemporary SFF is queer in some way, we are truly blessed and I don't want to hear anyone complaining about not being able to find stuff ever again, I love you all.

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feyresdaughter · 1 year

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A Court of Frost and Starlight, chapter One - Three:

The first snow of winter had begun whipping through Velaris an hour earlier.

IT BEGINS

A long, brutal winter that had made me desperate enough to kill a wolf, that had eventually led me here—to this life, this … happiness.

I just love her, Oh my lord

Deep inside me, rising with every swirling flake, a sparkling, crisp power stirred. I was High Lady of the Night Court , yes, but also one blessed with the gifts of all the courts. It seemed Winter now wanted to play. “It’s still snowing,” I observed rather pointlessly,

Feyre's powers answering to Velaris first snowfall 🥺

My mate— who had worked so hard and so selflessly , all without hope that I would ever be with him. We had both fought for that love, bled for it. Rhys had died for it. I still felt it, that hollowness in my chest where the bond had been, where he had been. Even now, with that bond again flowing between us like a river of star-flecked night, the echo of its vanishing lingered. Drew me from sleep; drew me from a conversation, a painting, a meal. Rhys knew exactly why there were nights when I would cling tighter to him, why there were moments in the bright, clear sunshine that I would grip his hand. He knew, because I knew why his eyes sometimes turned distant, why he occasionally just blinked at all of us as if not quite believing it and rubbed his chest as if to ease an ache.

That's chapter one, no need to go that hard.

Rebuilding Velaris after the attacks from Hybern being only one of many monumental tasks. For other tasks required doing as well— both in Velaris and beyond it : in the Illyrian Mountains, in the Hewn City, in the vastness of the entire Night Court.

Feyre is so ready to build a new world. Keeping her promise to Suri

I had to buy presents for all of them. Not had to, but wanted to. Because all my friends, now my family, had fought and bled and nearly died as well.

🥺

Here … I smiled at the silver-and-sapphire band on my left hand. The ring I’d won for myself from the Weaver in the Wood.

AWWWW

My smile faded a bit. I could see her , too. See Stryga standing before the King of Hybern, covered in the blood of her prey, as he took her head in his hands and snapped her neck. Then threw her to his beasts.

She feels bad for Stryga 😭

I scratched my head at the heavy, wicked-looking mace that Rhys had somehow dumped beside the desk without my noticing. I didn’t even want to know. Though I had no doubt Cassian was somehow behind it.

Hehehhee

I loved this house. It was my home. The first I’d really had in the ways that counted.

Can you hear me crying? I'm so happy for her

High Lady of the Night Court, Defender of the Rainbow and the … Desk.

Hehehehe sweet angel

I’d look through the court budget that Rhys never really cared to follow and see what could be moved around for the possibility of such a thing. For him and for me.

Just leaving that here

but I didn’t mind the work. I loved the work, actually. This territory, its people —they were as much my heart as my mate. Until yesterday, nearly every waking hour had been packed with helping them. Until I’d been politely, graciously, told to go home and enjoy the holiday. All of it was vital; all of it was good, satisfying work . And yet … there was more. There was more that I could do to help. Personally. I just hadn’t figured it out yet.

HIGH LADY OF MY HEART

A sensual huff of laughter. "Cassian was ranting. He didn’t take a breath." - "My poor Illyrian baby. We certainly do torment you, don’t we?"

Feysaaaand

RHYS POV

...but perhaps she would go for a walk with me through it. Let me show her how the City of Starlight glistened under fresh snow.

Rhys wants to go on walk through the snow with Feyre 🥺

There wasn’t a surface inside where I hadn’t taken Feyre— the kitchen table being my particular favorite, thanks to those raw initial days after we’d first mated, when I could barely stand to be near her and not be buried inside her. How long ago, how distant, those days seemed. Another lifetime ago. I needed a holiday. Not a holiday to rest, not to visit anywhere, but just to spend more than a handful of hours in the same bed as my mate. To get more than a few hours to sleep and bury myself in her. It seemed to be one or the other these days. Which was utterly unacceptable. And had turned me about twenty kinds of foolish.

Thehehe keep it in your pants, High Lord 😂

Last week had been so stupidly busy and I’d been so desperate for the feel and taste of her that I’d taken her during the flight down from the House of Wind to the town house. High above Velaris— for all to see, if it weren’t for the cloaking I had thrown into place. It’d required some careful maneuvering, and I’d planned for months now on actually making a moment of it, but with her against me like that, alone in the skies, all it had taken was one look into those blue-gray eyes and I was unfastening her pants. A moment later, I’d been inside her, and had nearly sent us crashing into the rooftops like an Illyrian whelp. Feyre had just laughed. I’d climaxed at the husky sound of it.

I LOVE THIS 😭 He's so whipped for her omg

That kitchen table lay smack in the middle of the front room. I banished the image of Feyre bent over it.

A Court of Rhysie is simping for Feyre (as it should be)

Taking my mate to bed on a regular basis wasn’t exactly a pressing issue. Or anyone’s concern but our own. “Wound a little tight, Rhys?” Of course he’d seen right through it.

Hehe pls more of Cassian and Rhysie

“We’re spending Solstice together. All of us.” Even if I had to give them a direct order as High Lord to do it.

Everyone's going to be there for Feyre's birthday and the first Solstice Rhys is celebrating mated to Feyre

My mother always had gifts for Azriel and Cassian. For the latter, the initial Solstice we’d shared here had been the first time he’d received any sort of gift, Solstice or not. I could still see the tears Cassian had tried to hide as he’d opened his presents, and the tears in my mother’s eyes as she watched him.

I want a young bat boys novella with Rhys's mom alive

I’d have to find a way to fix that, too. I saw how it ate away at Feyre. I still soothed her after she awoke, frantic, from nightmares about that day in Hybern when her sisters had been Made against their will. Nightmares about the moment when Cassian was near death and Nesta was sprawled over him, shielding him from that killing blow, and Elain— Elain—had taken up Azriel’s dagger and killed the King of Hybern instead. [...] It indeed would. “Then don’t say a word to her. I don’t care— just keep Feyre out of it. It’s her day, too.”

Motherhennmode activated

It hit me for a moment, how small that number was. My beautiful, strong, fierce mate, shackled to me—“I know what that look means, you bastard,” Cassian said roughly, “and it’s bullshit. She loves you— in a way I’ve never seen anybody love anyone.” - “It’s hard sometimes,” I admitted, staring toward the snow-coated field outside the house, the training rings and dwellings beyond it, “to remember that she picked it. Picked me. That it’s not like my parents, shoved together.” Cassian’s face turned uncharacteristically solemn, and he remained quiet for a moment before he said, “I get jealous sometimes. I’d never begrudge you for your happiness, but what you two have, Rhys …” He dragged a hand through his hair, his crimson Siphon glinting in the light streaming through the window. “It’s the legends, the lies, they spin us when we’re children. About the glory and wonder of the mating bond. I thought it was all bullshit. Then you two came along.”

Someone pls give Rhys a hug rn or I will find a way into the books myself and do it

“So? Your mother was eighteen to your father’s nine hundred.”

Oof, that's some age gap

Cassian stared at me for a long moment. Then he crossed the distance between us, gathering me in an embrace so tight I could barely breathe. “You made it. We made it. You both endured enough that no one would blame you if you danced off into the sunset like Miryam and Drakon and never bothered with anything else again. But you are bothering—you’re both still working to make this peace last. Peace, Rhys. We have peace, and the true kind. Enjoy it—enjoy each other. You paid the debt before it was ever a debt.”

Cassian hugging Rhys 😭

CASSIAN POV

They didn’t realize that far worse things prowled between the peaks. Some of them hunting on the winds, some crawling out from deep caverns in the rock itself. Feyre had braved facing some of those things in the pine forests of the Steppes. To save Rhys.

YES FEY FEY GOOD JOB I LOVE YOU

Most had been slain by the Illyrians, or sent fleeing to those Steppes. But the most cunning of them, the most ancient … they had found ways to hide. To emerge on moonless nights to feed.

Scary and Feyre was with them that night Rhys got captured oh my lord and the following night, too

Which had come first: the insignia or the Rite, Cassian didn’t know. Had never really cared to find out.

This is going to be important bc everytime Cassian doesn't care enough to find out, ITS IMPORTANT

Before they’d thrown a young, unwed mother out into the snow only days after giving birth, her babe in her arms. And then taken that babe mere years later, tossing him into the mud at Devlon’s camp.

This makes me so sad

He’d wanted to bury her in Velaris. Somewhere full of light and warmth, full of kind people. Far away from these mountains.

Crying

there was little mercy. So training these women , giving them the resources and confidence to fight back, to look beyond their campfires … it was for her. For the mother buried here, perhaps buried nowhere . So it might never happen again. So his people, whom he still loved despite their faults, might one day become something more. Something better.

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geniusdonkey · 1 year

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Hello! This is an Indie Private Tadano of Aggretsuko. Crossover friendly!! Loved by Suri!

Roleplays in english and spanish!

I warn you. This blog isn't spoiler free (in relation to season 5). I invite you to read the guidelines before approaching for better interaction with me and my muse. Thank you! Hope you have a nice day and God bless you!🎔

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#self promo #tadano aggretsuko #aggretsuko roleplay #aggretsuko rp #sanrio roleplay #sanrio rp #rp blog #spanish rpg #spanish rp #roleplay en español #rp en español

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mydarlinginej · 2 years

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read my full review of the oleander sword by tasha suri here.

“Alluring, action-packed, and gut-wrenching,” (Publishers Weekly, starred review), The Oleander Sword continues Tasha Suri’s acclaimed Burning Kingdoms trilogy, in which a powerful priestess and a vengeful princess will change the fate of an empire.

The prophecy of the nameless god—the words that declared Malini the rightful empress of Parijatdvipa—has proven a blessing and curse. She is determined to claim the throne that fate offered her. But even with the strength of the rage in her heart and the army of loyal men by her side, deposing her brother is going to be a brutal and bloody fight.

The power of the deathless waters flows through Priya’s blood. Thrice born priestess, Elder of Ahiranya, Priya’s dream is to see her country rid of the rot that plagues it: both Parijatdvipa’s poisonous rule, and the blooming sickness that is slowly spreading through all living things. But she doesn’t yet understand the truth of the magic she carries.

Their chosen paths once pulled them apart. But Malini and Priya’s souls remain as entwined as their destinies. And they soon realize that coming together is the only way to save their kingdom from those who would rather see it burn—even if it will cost them.

my review:

The Jasmine Throne was one of my favorite releases last year, and I was dying to read the sequel! While I had a lot of issues with the pacing of this book, I ended up really enjoying it. The Oleander Sword is a slow-paced sequel that culminates in a thrilling ending that you won’t see coming.

This review contains spoilers for book one.

Malini has claimed her prophesized role as the rightful empress of Parijatdvipa but is struggling to fight her brother’s forces. Similarly, Priya is now a thrice-born elder and one of the rulers of Ahiranya, yet the rot that she fights is growing nearly out of her control. When their paths cross again, the two of them must do what it takes to reclaim their rightful places against the people who would rather see them burn.

Sequels are hard to review, I find, and it doesn’t help that this book sadly struggled from second-book syndrome. Please know that I really did enjoy it at the end, but my feelings about the first three-quarters of the book make it difficult for me to pick out what I enjoyed about the story without spoiling anything. I’ll start with what I enjoyed first though.

read my full review here.

#the oleander sword #the jasmine throne #burning kingdoms #tasha suri #reviews #book reviews #booklr #mine #link #q

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daiyus · 2 years

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when — may 22 where — water treatment plant who — @gabe-reyes

A classic Volkov skill is interrogation. An art taught through observation first, watching monstrous father make tiny humans out of burly men through cleverly placed words. Like adding pressure on the brain, right in the sore spots, until someone gives in. Daiyu has never been very good at it — it’s something she’s berated for, something she’s excluded from. Which is to say: her father doesn’t want her asking their subjects questions, he only wants her to maim them. He looks at his youngest and knows she’s no good at psychological warfare ( not even the perfect pawn for it ) but so very good at all other kinds of war crimes, if pushed hard enough. He loves her best when coated in blood, which is to say he doesn’t love her at all.

But then, take this situation. A man, wounded. A dark water plant, with no way out. His body littered with man-made wounds that insinuate that there’s someone after him, which might be the biggest issue. Here’s what Daiyu wants: to just see him healed and to not think of him. Here’s what she knows what needs to happen: risk-assessment through questioning and, if necessary, eliminate that threat.

She really does not want to do any of it. The dark presses at the sides of her vision, even with the sharp light of flashlights moving around, and it’s too much like punishment. Too much like the basement. To be literally shut in somewhere, not by the hand of an enforcer or her father, somehow feels bad all the same. Some people believe in God, don’t they? Maybe this is that God punishing them: just another flood meant to cleanse the earth. It would be so easy to believe in such things, but Daiyu doesn’t. Daiyu just knows she can’t show up with a random hurt dude with no idea who he is, if they’re ever to get out of here.

So, she crouches down. Suri lingers somewhere in the background, that inexplicable spark of a girl that Daiyu cannot begin to understand. There’s a gesture at one of his wounds, a mild threat of digging her fingers through the bandage into marred skin. In stead she extends a half-full water bottle. “So, who’s got it out for you? This shit’s fresh, so is anyone gonna come knocking for you?” Might be a blessing in disguise, if they can get the door open. Daiyu would prefer fighting an intruder over this. “More importantly: why are you here?”

#this is so much exposition i'm just . developing daiyu on the spot #gabe.#gabe: 001.#winds & whispers.

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tulodiscord · 1 year

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hi guys, long time!

so basically my september was shit because my grandpa passed away and then my october turned out spookier than i had intended because family pressure to study abroad had resurfaced some demons i was forced to look in the face of.

but this stupid heart still stands, still hopes, and i wake optimistic again. i don't know where i find this hope but i know you guys have been especially sweet and supportive and that's where i drew my strength from. so i cannot thank you guys enough, everyone at the rrr simps channel previous and new.

and especially —

@stanleykubricks . @busy-bii . @burningsheepcrown . @fangirlshrewt97

these folks who have been my constant allies and second family, and i am forever grateful.

i will make you guys proud one day. i hope i do.

and also!! regarding the october blurbs that were intended and promised — sorry i am late on the @celebrrration train but i will begin posting today onward and see how it goes.

there's a lot to catch up on, so do mention me in your works so i don't miss the many amazing writings and artworks! and do look forward to me bringing you more ships to cry over 😈

hope you guys don't mind a little spirit of halloween lingering in november over at @tuloblurbs ♡

thank you for your love and patience. i am blessed to have known each and every single one of you; especially maddi, suri, lan and sru. i love you guys. ♡

live of me pushing me demons away to hug you guys.

#w txt #w emo #w thoughts #wendy ft. memes

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iricathel · 2 years

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-> O w l T e r r i t o r y 🗺

>> Κεφαλονιά [Kefaloniá] (Céphalonie)

[I made a map by hand of what I had imagined; the names are in greek in honor of the philosophy so... they are a bit complicated]

Map

The Owl territory consists of a biodiversity of: Snowy mountainous areas; lakes, lagoons, rivers, waterfalls and seas; islands and archipelagos; hills of humid leafy forests and conical and evergreen trees; caves, pits and natural wells.

Keep in mind that it is a territory with altitude, cold, wet and dark; In addition to the fact that fog is very common, the water is usually ice cold.

Communities and Regions

The clan only has 3 communities and 2 regions, where they distinguish important properties in each area:

-> Chrysí Poli (Golden City): It is the capital of the Clan, therefore it is where there is a greater number of inhabitants (bourgeois and mixed workers) due to its proximity to the craft market, rustic shops, fountains, statues, schools, libraries and a main square to meet and celebrate their festivals. It has two large hills where the guards live and military training is carried out.

-> Vrysis (Briseis): It is a community mainly dedicated to the collection of fresh water from Lake Briseis and Suri Lagoon. Around the coast live small fishermen, aquaculture hatcheries, barns and farms as well as animal keepers.

-> To Sofó Vounó (The Wise Mountain): A community dedicated to the housing of high society such as nobles, royalty and their guards. In this area there are the private gardens of each owner, swimming pools, saunas and other luxuries; In addition, the altitude of the mountains is used to excavate its interior to find minerals and jewels, in addition to creating tunnels to create an underground city where it is dedicated to council meetings, the casino, bars and other places of entertainment. In this area is the White Palace, taking advantage of the height to have a better view of everything; and Ameyalí, a small coupling of cultural buildings such as theaters with plays and operas, coliseums, planetariums, museums and galleries.

-> Periochi Tantálou (Tantalum Region): The Tantalum Region is mainly used for agriculture, therefore, only peasants who work in this sector live in this agrarian place.

-> Periferéira Kirki (Circe Region): The Circe Region is mainly dedicated to hunting, providing maritime, aerial, mountainous and forest biodiversity. Here reside a few cabins and large boats barred to practice major fishing on the high seas. It goes without saying that wild animals and even captive humans that are released in this region are hunted in this area to hunt them for entertainment, sport or with the intention of providing food (although they can also be used to feed this wild animals).

-> Lefkó Paláti (White Palace): The White Palace is the residence of the royalty of the Owl clan, the Avenel family. As its name indicates, it is completely white because it was built with marble, although it contains golden details. There are high pillars and ceilings as well as hand-chiseled walls to decorate the palace, as well as three guard towers. This site will be discussed in more detail in the "Locations" post.

-> Amegialí (Ameyalí): A small coupling of cultural buildings such as theaters with plays and operas, coliseums, planetariums, museums and galleries.

-> Stóma tou Sánkar (Sankar's mouth): The mouth of Sankar is a slightly hidden area in the bay that forms the Wise Mountain. It is called in this way because there is a large cavern centered on one of the rocky walls, where an extensive waterfall filled with clear cyan water comes out due to its magical origin inside the natural tunnels; this water is used especially for the creation of formulas, medicines, potions, spells or even can be bottled to, after leaving it exposed outside to the light of the full moon, use it as moon water. It is also collected for the blessing of the newborn children of royalty to attract prosperity, strength, talent, wisdom, beauty and courage.

-> Okeánio Koralli (Coral Ocean): It is located between the Wise Mountain and the Circe Region, as mentioned before, it is used for major fishing and navigation; however, you can rest on its beaches of fine white sand or collect witch stones, shells or seawater.

-> Dídyma Nisiá (Twin Islands): These territories located in Briseis are private properties of the royals, who use these small plots to rest surrounded by tall coniferous trees and the fresh water of the Lake Briseis.

-> Soúri (Suri): A lagoon also located in Briseis, is considered another sacred place due to its natural thermal heat, turning its waters into thermal ones. The Owls bathe here every Blue Moon for good luck, although advance reservations are required and it is a privilege for high society.

#owl clan lore #owl clan #my art

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