#a lot of the poetry and beauty may get lost

[arijackz]

PICK A CARD: What Era Is Your Beauty From?

☯︎ “A man should hear a little music, read a little poetry, and see a fine picture every day of his life, in order that worldly cares may not obliterate the sense of the beautiful which God has implanted in the human soul.” ― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Disclaimer: This is a general reading, take what resonates. I am not suggesting any of these descriptions are cannon to your ancestral history, these are just how my intuition perceived, and then presented your beauty’s energy.

p1 → p2 ↙︎ p3 → p4

🂽 Pile One 🂽 (the devil, 2oC rev., ace of cups rev., 4oW, 3oC, king of swords, the tower, the world)

❖ Pile one, I feel like I’m watching the Game of Thrones out of context. Just flashes of people from around the Medieval 1400s living their day-to-day; singing, dancing, eating together, and then… not.

❖ The imagery I got when I asked what era your beauty came from, was very longing in nature. There was a lot of joy and celebration but it felt like I was watching the film through teary eyes and a heavy heart.

❖ The “movie” flashed between a thriving culture sharing tales of triumph and having happy, drunk sing-song moments together; and then those same people under a war-torn regime of a very cruel but powerful man. I sense themes of religious persecution, nationwide government-forced famine, and general desecration of the once-peaceful way of life. The population was going through collective mourning.

❖ People lamented over their unfulfillable desire to reconnect with their homeland and all of their loved ones. With the World card at the end of the spread and the Empress at the bottom of the deck, I get the clear image that your beauty is the physical embodiment of a large collective’s longing for the sanctity of their community. You invoke that feeling people get when they remember a bitter-sweet memory that hums fervor in their chest and gives them the fire they need to push forward.

❖ Your beauty comes from an era where the genuine smile and cheer of a pretty girl sparked a nation’s hope for reformation. You are the last remaining connection to long-lost celebration and the heart of a forgotten city.

How Do You Paint The Divine Image of Hope?

🂽 Pile Two 🂽 (7oC rev., 4oP rev., full moon, leo, sacral chakra)

❖ WHOOOAAaaaaa Ammberrr is the collluuhhhhh of ya enneergyyy!! WHOoaaA, shades of gaawwllddd displayyy naturraalllyyyyyy…..

❖ Just know I was HOLLERING that. This is my hippie pile. My people. Yea that’s right, I’m talking the late 1960s - early 1970s.

❖ Your beauty arose at a time when society desperately needed color (specifically seeing some of you wearing a lot of bright colors or eye-catching jewelry or hairstyles). The world was bleak and the war’s aftermath on the overall mental and emotional welfare of the general public pushed people to radical ideals and birthed a revolution centered around liberation, pleasure, and community.

❖ Your beauty is all sunshine and rainbows. Psychedelics and organic food. The best music in human history (feel free to argue with me, but know that it is going straight out the other ear, mama) and week-long outdoor festivals full of peace, love, and vulnerability with total strangers.

❖ Your beauty brushes people with the chilling winds of shameless pleasure. The taste of unadulterated personal freedom that is almost a societal taboo. Your beauty is so purely liberating.

❖ Lmao, I imagine a guitar riff going off everytime you walk into a room.

❖ You are the physical embodiment of eccentric love and vivacious rebellion.

Play That Funky Music

🂽 Pile Three 🂽 (The lovers rev., the High Priestess rev., Ace of Swords., 4oC. 7)

❖ Revolution is a running theme for all of the piles. This collective’s beauty awakens people.

❖ I’m seeing a brilliant man going mad at the lack of creative intelligence around him and pushing for societal rebirth. A complete cultural shift from the Dark Ages (pile one), to modernity. This is my Renaissance pile.

❖ You embody the mystical fusion of art, religion, architecture, and science. You are all the world’s intrinsic beauty rolled up into one figure. You are the art that attracts painters, inventors, and philosophers alike.

❖ You have the beauty of an all-around muse. You invoke the spirit of creative passion. It is like people see you and get a stroke of inspiration. Something that kicks them in the ass and tells them to go outside and create.

❖ This pile is very romantic. A classical beauty, like red roses and bottle poems. The universal innate desire to dream big.

❖ Shoutout to my Aquarians, 11th housers, and Shatabhisha natives.

The Medieval-Modern Muse

🂽 Pile Four 🂽 (king of pentacles, 2oP, 5oP rev., 9oP)

❖ OKAY PLOTWIST?? I don’t know what era this pile’s beauty is from because it’s set in the future.

❖ It’s funny how the last piles were all set in periods of revolution (putting in the WORK) and your pile, the final pile, is set in a better world full of financial stability, the end of inequality, economic fairness, and universal abundance (the fruits of the labor).

❖ Dude, I was trying to read the message at first and was just scratching my head. I was like, “When has anywhere, literally ever been this good???” Then I saw the ace of wands reversed at the bottom of the deck and saw impending change and it clicked.

❖ I also saw some star semblance, and see that your beauty is a reminder to mankind that the “impossible” is already set in motion. The hell we have created will crumble.

❖ You are a physical embodiment of society’s future triumph. You radiate wealth and fairness. My Venusians, especially Libra. You also look regal, something about you makes people want to stand taller.

❖ You got the pride card, I see that you give people the feeling of victory. You are living proof of future triumph in a better world where greed and sorrow are eradicated.

❖ You are the harbinger of the next era.

Introducing The First Titanium Man On The Moon!

#pac #pick a card #tarot #tarot reading #arijackz #astrology observations #pick a pile #beauty #eras

[the-lost-boys-wife]

THE POLY! LOST BOYS x READER INCORRECT QUOTES

(GUESS WHOS BACK YET AGAIN!? should I be doing my English work…maybe? Do I have better things to do- yes! post more about my boys obviously!? If you enjoy leave a comment if you want any other fandoms for more things like this or one shots

Love you guys lots <3)

Y/N: Dwayne , I know you snuck out to see David last night.

Dwayne : If you tell Paul or Marko, I swear I’ll murder you, and they’ll never find the body.

Y/N: Five bucks?

Dwayne : Fine.

Y/N: Uh, Dwayne ? Paul is in the pool and I don't think hes waterproof.

Dwayne : What?

David: I think they meant, Paul is drowning.

Dwayne : WHAT?!

*Meanwhile*

Paul: *is drowning*

Marko: OH MY GOD, PAUL! KEEP SWIMMING!

Paul: I can't swim, dumbass— *sinks*

Marko: PAUL!

Marko: Do you know that we are made out of atoms?

Marko: And atoms never touch each other.

Marko: So in my defense, officer. I did not punch this kid.

Marko to that one surf nazi: If karma doesn't hit you, I fucking will.

David to y/n, who’s about to get married: Today, two families are becoming one.

Marko, in an ominous voice: Two families enter, one family leaves.

Dwayne: That sounds so threatening…

Paul: The Wedding Games…

Star: May the bouquet toss be ever in your favor.

Y/N: Beautiful.

David: Fuck all of you!

David: She was poetry, but he couldn't read.

Marko : His name was Jared he's 19.

Dwayne: When his parents built a very strange machine.

Paul, singing: Watch that scene, digging the dancing queen.

Y/N, singing: Eyyyy, Macarena!

Michael: Horrible job everyone.

Dwayne: Today, Y/N took my phone, and in five minutes, they sent high resolution close-up photos of Marko to the following people: Paul, David, Michael, the neighbors, the bank, my accountant, San Diego Blood Bank, and Shake Shack's text bot.

Marko: So don't panic but one of us is possessed by an owl....

Dwayne: ....

Paul: .....

David: ......

Y/N: ...Who?

Marko: That's the thing we don't-

*Everyone stares at Y/N*

Paul: I am an expert at identifying birds.

David: Okay, what about those ones flying over there?

Paul: Yeah, they're all birds.

Y/N , looking at a selfie of Marko’s: I hate this photo.

Marko: I’m cute as fuck in that photo! I’m smiling kindly!

Y/N : You’re not smiling kindly; you look like you’re up to something.

Marko: Up to kindness.

(Ok that’s all for today! This is filled with marko just bc I love that boy! He’s full goblin and I just wanna hug him!)

#reader insert #the lost boys x you #the lost boys incorrect quotes #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys #paul x reader #david x reader #dwayne x reader #marko x reader #michael x reader #poly!lost boys x reader #sweet boys #incorrect quotations #incorrect quotes

[writing-havoc]

Let it be that

♡ Summary: It's late in the night when his demons wreak the most havoc. You're there to keep Nikolai company.

♡ Pairing: Nikolai x reader

♡ Fandom: Shadow and Bone, Grishaverse

♡ Warning(s): None,,,, I think. There's a bit about a snake swirling in a gut if that's a particularly bad ick

♡ WC: 2.4k

Yooo a Nikolai fic for the Nikolai lovers.

This is written in sort of a weird in-between stage? He has control over the nichevo'ya in him, so the sleeping tonics aren't really necessary anymore, but he's still king. So do with that what you will.

It's basically 2k+ words of him yearning.

Please excuse any spelling or grammar mistakes.

Hope you enjoy <3

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Eye bags threaten to weigh down his entire face from beneath the wanning tailored mask. He was told by Zoya he looked as if he lost a fight with an ambidextrous boxer. And if the tired, yet handsome, man in the mirror truly was him, then she was right.

He really needed some sleep.

But it refused to come to him. Tonics and blood coming to mind at a mere glance of his bed. It makes his stomach turn and gives him the uncomfortable urge to constantly look over his shoulder, despite the threat being inside. And when he realizes that, he can't stop staring at his hands and chest, and it almost looks and feels like the black that covers his fingers is trailing up his palm, and then he blinks and it starts all over.

No matter how in control he feels, some days there's just a lingering anxiety about it.

Sleep isn't coming. Not for a long time. Not until he physically exhausts himself and passes out, and then still he may resist.

But it's not like he has anything to do. His quarters are barren of anything he may find interesting at this hour, and he would rather not get piss drunk just to pass the time with an early meeting tomorrow- today?

He takes a look out his window, marking the positions of the shadow from the moon, and confirms that it is, in fact, today.

It only makes his eyes hurt, a low growling coming from in his mind and possibly escaping his throat.

A knocking on his doorway startles him out of it.

"Enter." He says a lot more curtly than he intends. He bites his tongue.

"I don't think I want to anymore given that tone." Immediately he bites it harder, if only to stop a long winding nervous ramble about the new flower placed outside his window, which also happens to be your favorite.

You stand in the space of his open doorway, hand on the handle and your body half ready to tuck tail and flee. "May I?"

"Of course." He says, a bit too fast, and takes out his chair from his desk and drags it over to beside the bed.

The door shuts with a grand thunk, and your footsteps pad over quieter than ever. He places a pillow on top of the hard wood, just how you like it, and gestures for you to sit.

"I know you aren't a fan." You say, sitting atop the pillow. "So I wanted to hang out for a bit."

He smiles softly, and vaguely notes the roses drifting in at the corners of his eyes. "You mustn't stay up just for me. Beauty sleep is vital, especially for someone as attractive as thee."

You snort, giving him a look that at surface level reads annoyance, but he knows better, seeing the fond disbelief for what it is. "'Someone as attractive as thee?' Really? Didn't know this was a poetry class."

"I have to keep you on your toes. Can't allow you to know everything now can I? How would I ever surprise you?"

"You surprise me every day, Nikolai." His heart thrumps against his chest. "I don't think a change in vocabulary is required."

He snorts. "You have me there."

"That I do."

He takes in your appearance, and nearly gets on his knees when he realizes the soft white cloth that covers your torso has small embroideries on it, all of which hold a certain interest to your craft and possibly his own.

Gears, nuts, bolts, and wires stipple along your shoulders, falling down to your torso, where they plunge into flowing water at the hem. A design similar to a grisha kefta dances along your other sleeve, the same color at the bolts with dashes of purple if you look close enough.

He realizes you are the one that embroidered the details into the shirt, your signature shading technique used throughout the piece.

"How long did these take you?" He barely brushes his finger over the hem of the shirt, then presses down to feel the individual stitches.

You pick up the hem, feeling your own work as well. "A lot longer than I would like." Your voice is low and rumbly as you try to remain relatively quiet. "I kept messing up and changing the color part way through. I actually had to change shirts because I restarted so many times on the first one that the threads didn't want to hold together."

He believes it.

The care you take to make sure every line serves a purpose is inspiring. It makes him want to tinker with the parts around his room, take apart a clock like the young boy he once was did, now that all the clocks are his.

Perhaps he could sneak to Lazlayon. David will probably still be there. The three of you could work until his meeting.

But you'd be cranky the rest of the day. You'd have no problem staying up late to accompany him until it becomes a problem, and then you do yourself the disservice of playing it off like it's fine when everyone else is giving you a very wide berth in the halls and courtyard.

He would like you to have a social life.

"You alright?" He hears you ask.

You're half smiling when he looks up, trying really hard keep his eyes locked on yours and not elsewhere. "I'm not that readable. I know I'm not."

"You had nothing on your face." You admit, leaning in. "And that was the problem."

And doesn't that make him feel bare, vulnerable. To be known so well that even a lack of an expression is an expression in and of itself.

He feels his lips pull apart, the slight stickiness of his mouth slowly separating as he tries to think of something witty, something fast, and it feels like his mind is blank except for the blaringly obvious reason.

"I can't sleep." He whispers, eyes fluttering. "I can't sleep, and everything that could help is exactly the reason why I can't." He let's the hem fall from his fingers, dragging what feels like 40 pounds of dead weight back over to his own lap. "And you're sitting here, staying with me, and there's nothing I can do about the ocean of guilt my stomach and heart and any other organ that has the capacity for feelings are swimming in."

Guilt is the reigning emotion, making it feel like a snake is swimming through his gut, playing with his liver and choking his heart and lungs. If he thinks about it he can feel the tongue flickering and tickling stomach.

He's grateful you're here, but he wants so badly to either force you to leave or drag you into his bed so that you might get some modicum of sleep.

But you'd fight him every step of the way, pushing your heels into the floor (which would scratch them up and you'd complain about it tomorrow) and getting yanked out by his guards when they assume the worst.

And if he chose the second one... it twists his insides in a more pleasant way, but makes his head swim, and really really scares him. Because if you take it the way he really wishes it was, the way he dreams about, then he loses you, and may be seen as just like his father. And that's the worst thing he could ask for.

So he's stuck. He's stuck with the guilt until you decide to leave.

"I feel like we have the same conversation everytime I'm here." You chuckle, and he chuckles too.

"It's probably because we do. Or at least some version of it with varying words of vulnerability."

You lean forward more, arms crossed over your chest. "And it always ends up the same."

It does. It always ends with you sitting there for a few hours until you tire and then he has a guard guide you back to your room.

"But it doesn't need to." He scoots along the side of the bed, sinking into the sewn cloth filled with wool and feathers. "You're tired when you walk out of here and need an extra four cups of coffee when you wake up, and you hate coffee."

"But I like you." You turn in his chair facing directly towards him and he can't breathe anymore.

He doesn't know what way you mean that, if it means in any capacity the way he yearns for it to be. So he waits, with baited breath, for you to elaborate.

"I like you." You emphasize once more. "I like staying up into the latest hours of the night, either talking about everything and nothing or sitting in silence. I look forward to them, actually. Just existing in your presense is enough to make the obscene amounts of caffeine worth it."

It's on the edge. It could be a confession or it could just be you being nice. And he would rather throw himself into the unsea than be one of those guys he hears you complain about.

"I want to be here." You stand and move your chair, pushing it away from the bed. He barely has time to sit up straight before you're right in front of him, legs falling open to allow you closer as your hands come up and rest on his cheeks.

"I want you, Nikolai, wholly and completely, just as you are now. With every flaw and blemish etched into your being, a demon awaiting in your chest." Your thumbs gently glide over his bottom lip, coming to rest at the corner of his open mouth. "But there's a small part of me that fears you do not want me in the way that I want you."

He doesn't know how to respond. He couldn't possibly begin to string together any number of words that could convey even a semblance of the sincerity you ambushed him with.

He's a king for saints sake. Words are supposed to come to him in times of need.

But his mind is an endless fog, and the only thing he can think of is you.

You standing above him, pads of your fingers touching him so gently, palms radiating a warmth that makes him want to lean in and soak in it (he does), and a perfect mouth and mind that pair so well.

He needs to convince you. He needs to somehow tell you that you mean everything to him and more.

"Did you know my favorite drink is brandy?" He asks, looking you right in the eye.

Your eyebrows crinkle, but you smile. "I did."

He tugs you towards him, hands sliding up your back as you take tiny, unsure steps closer and closer. His fingers trail under your shirt, right against your warm skin and in the divet of your spine, and squeeze you until you're completely between his legs, chest leaning back just to get a look at him.

"If there was ever a time where you wanted the last drop of it, saints, the whole bottle, I would give it over in a heartbeat." Goosebumps dance along his skin when your fingers meet the base of his neck, toying with the hair. "If you hated the way a painting looked, i'd throw it out of the castle, and have it burned on the steps if it should please you. If you wanted a pastry from a shop two hundred miles away, i'd fly there immediately, ride there as fast as I could, or sprint the entire distance, if it meant you could eat it."

Your eyes scittered around his face, watching his brows, his eyes, his mouth, and even his ears, for anything. Anything he would give you to tell you he was lying.

But there was nothing to give.

He really would give you the last drop of brandy. He really would fly, ride, sprint two hundred miles for a pastry. "I would kiss you right now if you should request it, or leave from my own chambers should you request that instead."

"Nikolai." You whisper his name, his eyes fluttering the same time as his heart.

"I want you." He tells you forthright. "I want you in the way you want me. If you should ever need to be confident in something, let it be that."

Please, please let it be that.

You look at him, and all he can see is someone he wants. There isn't a thing about you that makes him turn away. Not your eating habits, not your hygiene, not your smell or your walk or your stance.

And as you lean down, placing those perfect lips right over his, definitely not your taste.

It's coffee and whatever berries were leftover from supper, the stickiness of sugar coating your lips from when you licked them clean.

You lean back, and he feels your lips press themselves over his cheek. His stomach turns and turns and turns and it won't stop. It makes his breath shakey and his closed eyes roll even further and further back in into his skull until he's sure they won't ever come back.

But more importantly it makes him feel warm, and warmer yet as you place a kiss over his eyes, the corners of his lips where your fingers rested, between his brows, the awkward bridge and tip of his nose, his chin. Your hands are gentle as they rest in the space between his neck and shoulder, and even still as your fingers find his nape and your lips kiss his again. Each part of him feels raw and exposed.

It's terrifying, and every bit as pleasing.

When you lean back a second time, he opens his eyes, and sees you smiling.

He hums. "If this is where not sleeping gets me, I'm going to have to do it more often."

"You already do it almost every night." You chuckle. "Besides, you don't need to go through all of that just to get a few kisses. I'd be happy to hand them over whenever you like."

"Whenever?" He presses.

"Whenever."

"Now?"

"If you like."

"I would like very much."

He's not all that surprised when you indulge him.

#nikolai lantsov x you #nikolai lantsov x y/n #nikolai lantsov x reader #nikolai lantsov fanfic #shadow and bone x y/n #shadow and bone x you #shadow and bone x reader #shadow and bone fanfic #fanfic

[crownmemes]

Star Trek: The Original Series Sentences, Vol. 2

(Sentences from Star Trek: The Orignal Series (1966-1969). Adjust phrasing where needed)

"It's going to take more than logic to get us out of this."

"Life and death is seldom logical."

"I'm sick an tired of your logic!"

"Apparently you need another demonstration of my authority."

"This game has gone on long enough!"

"I was told that you were here. I should have felt it in the air, like static electricity."

"We have a lot of lost time to make up for."

"I never could talk you into anything."

"You're the most cold-blooded man I've ever known."

"I fail to understand why it always gives you pleasure to see me proven wrong."

"My first impression was correct. You are a barbarian."

"Won't you have a drink?"

"Man stagnates if he has no ambition - no desire to be more than he is."

"I am what I am. If there are self-made purgatories, and we all have to live in them, mine can be no worse than someone else's."

"For the first time in my life, I was happy."

"There's nothing more dangerous than a wounded animal."

"I suspect you're becoming more and more human all the time."

"It makes no difference whether you welcome me or not. I am here, and I will stay."

"I have a reputation for ruthlessness. You will find that it is deserved."

"You didn't really think I was going to beat his head in, did you?"

"Don't you realise that what you intend to do will be hopeless?"

"I want facts, not poetry!"

"He's human, outside. Inside, he's a hideous, murdering monster."

"Sometimes, pain can drive a man harder than pleasure."

"You were about to make a medical comment?"

"At times, you seem quite human."

"I sometimes expect too much of you."

"You will cease to pry into my personal matters, or I shall certainly break your neck."

"Ask me no further questions. I will not answer."

"After a time, you may find that having is not so pleasing a thing after all as wanting."

"A god cannot survive as a memory. They need love, admiration, worship."

"There is no room for gods."

"I do not threaten. I merely state facts."

"They say there's no Devil, but there is."

"There's something wrong about a man who never smiles, whose conversation never varies from the routine of the job, and who won't talk about his background."

"You can't evaluate a man from logic alone."

"You have a remarkably logical and analytical mind."

"I'll tell you everything you want to know, but not here."

"Believe me, immortality consists largely of boredom."

"Love sometimes expresses itself in sacrifice."

"You're very beautiful."

"The situation between my father and myself has not changed."

#rp meme #rp memes #roleplay meme #roleplay memes #rp prompts #roleplay prompts #sentence starters #specific; #scifi drama; #filmtv; #classics; #star trek tos; #star trek;

[infin1ty-garden]

VALENTINE'S DAY

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ ✦ summary: headcanons of the shadow & bone characters on valentine's day ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ ✦ character(s): nikolai lantsov, tamar kit-bataar, tolya yul-bataar, genya safin and zoya nazyalensky ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ ✦ warnings: none ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ ✦ word count: 752 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ ✦ author note: NOT A MODERN AU! sorry some are a bit shorter

masterlist.

NIKOLAI LANTSOV

✦ He would overplan and over think every detail, he's worse than Genya

✦ Thoughts like "Which gift would you like better?" "An outdoor or indoor date?" "Maybe a date at the theatre?"

✦ He'd spent nights planning but nothing seemed right, Zoya knocked some sense into him. "I think they wouldn't mind all this expensive stuff, but you being there is enough"

✦ Would end up going simple, inviting you to dine with him

✦ The food would be some of the best you'd ever tasted

✦ After the dinner you would walk the gardens together, enjoying the fresh air when with his luck, he's being called back to the palace

✦ "May I have this dance," Nikolai intrigued by what your doing, takes you up on the offer

✦ The two of us danced until the meeting was on the back of his mind but eventually he had to leave but not without a kiss

TAMAR YUL BATAAR

✦ Tamar's mentality is more of "let's see what the day brings" but she does have some stuff planed

✦ The ship had docked in Novy Zem, a festival taking place near the docks. Tamar remembered you wanting to visit it

✦ The festival had carts lining the street with all kinds of delicacies from every corner of the world. Streets booming with colours. It was a beautiful site

✦ Tamar and you spent the day trying all kinds of food and just being around each other. She didn't mind spending all her money just for you to keep that lovely smile

✦ Then the both of you found yourselves in a local bar, singing songs you'd only learned the words to an hour ago

✦The day ended in a cot, somehow two people fitting in such a small space. You laying completely on her, sound asleep

TOLYA YUL BATAAR

✦ Tolya is the romantic out of the twins

✦ Still he would go simple being apart of Nikolai's crew means travelling a lot and that leaves out, a typical dinner date

✦ Living on a ship as well doesn't help. There aren't many places for a quite talk, let alone a date

✦ Instead he turns to what he knows best, poetry. He would spend days looking for the perfect book and then weeks annotating it. Underlining verses that reminds him of you or moments shared together

✦ He would invite you to the deck and by the time he did most of the crew were asleep. You thought he'd forgotten the holiday all together, you were wrong. He gave you a box of sweets he'd bought at the port in Novy Zem, along with the book

✦ You'd spent the rest of the night sharing the sweets and just enjoying each other's company

✦ When you finally had the chance to read the book, some of the poems described the stars lost in the night's sky, a sea of darkness, finding their true purpose upon the arrival of the moon. "You're my moon, the only purpose I need" (sorry it's cheesy)

GENYA SAFIN

✦ Genya would go above and beyond to make the perfect valentine's day date

✦ A picnic date if the weather calls for it with both of your favourite snacks, foods and deserts

✦ If it does end up raining a nice date indoors would be something she prefers over, a fancy dinner

✦ She doesn't mind dining in a expensive restaurant, but she thinks a more personal dinner at home, is better

✦ Genya would plan everything down to the last minute especially if it's your first valentine's day together

✦ She ended up getting her picnic date

✦ All kinds of foods were lined up in front of you as you enjoyed the sunny day and spending time with Genya

ZOYA NAZYALENSKY

✦ You would be the one planning the date and Zoya would act as if the holiday has little significance to her. You'd decided a date at a fancy restaurant was the way to go

✦ She'd loved it, the one you chose wasn't too crowded and the food was delicious. You'd talked about your future plans with one another, how your day had gone and so on

✦ After leaving the restaurant, the two of you headed somewhere a bit more reclusive to watch the fireworks

✦ Zoya too busy staring at the fireworks, didn't notice your hands putting something around her neck. Once she tore her eyes from the literal explosions of colour, she spotted a beautiful necklace. "Happy Valentine's day."

Thank you for reading!

#shadow & bone #shadow and bone #nikolai lantsov #nikolai lanstov x reader #tamar kir bataar #tolya yul bataar #genya safin #zoya nazyalensky #x reader #shadow and bone s2 #shadow and bone season 2 #valentine's day #shadow and bone x reader #shadow and bone x you #x gn reader #x gender neutral reader #x gn y/n #tamar kir bataar x reader #tolya yul bataar x reader #genya safin x reader #zoya nazyalensky x reader

[temnurus]

Wangxian Top Ten Fic Recs

So. I got into MDZS/The Untamed back in February, & I've sort of fallen into a Wangxian black hole from which I am not sure I will ever emerge. Thusly, I've been reading a ton of Wangxian fanfiction lately & have acquired quite a few favorites. Naturally I had to eventually compile a rec list lest I combust with all the barely suppressed love I have for this ship.

Now you lucky people get to reap the benefits of all my hard work because not only have I ranked my top ten, I am also including a bunch of honorable mentions because I'm ridiculous & have no self restraint because I'm such a kind & generous person. Note that the honorable mentions are not ranked & are listed in no particular order.

Fair warning, all of these recs are rated Explicit because I enjoy either a sprinkling or a flood of adult content with my fics. It's far from the focus of many of them, but it's there to varying degrees in each. Also, some of these fics cover some heavy content that may be triggering for some folks, so please do mind the tags & any authors' notes for your own peace of mind.

And with no further adieu, onto the recs!

1. Scars Where They Used to Be by CwythanWind (E, 58,467)

Thoughts: I lost count of how many times I cried in this fic. It was gorgeous in every sense of the word. The characterizations were phenomenal. Wei Ying’s pain was palpable, & the pining was agonizing. Lan Zhan conveying his love through poetry made me sob like a baby twice. The prose was just that beautiful. I can’t recommend this enough. As soon as I finished it I knew it was going to become my favorite Wangxian fic, & nothing has managed to top it yet.

2. Beneath Your Skin by Wrenwolf (E, 147,201)

Thoughts: I was sold on tattoo artist Wei Ying from the word go, haha, but Lan Zhan as an antiques dealer was also surprisingly on point. I go on about characterization a lot in these recs, but I have to tell you that Lan Zhan's here is one of my absolute favorites. I felt like I'd crawled into his skin & was just living there right along with him. And don't get me started on Wei Ying in this fic. I just.. fuck, I cried so much, y'all, & it was incredibly cathartic. Nie Huaisang was my favorite side character in this, & they were an absolute BAMF! You can't go wrong with this one. It's just stunning.

3. Pentimento. by orange_crushed (E, 72,966)

Thoughts: This fic was full of sentiment: regrets, longing, & so, so nostalgic. The love of art was apparent & beautifully on display here, & it added a richness to the whole thing. I cried several times during this from the empathy I had for both Lan Zhan's & Wei Ying's experiences (can you sense a theme with my favorites making me overly emotional? lol). The tone got heavy in places, but it didn't feel graphic or overwhelming at any point for me. The writing was just fantastic, & I've enjoyed a few more of the author's fics since I read this one.

4. i'm gonna drown when you wake up by teenjiism (E, 51,752)

Thoughts: I related to this fic on several levels because both characters are portrayed as neurodivergent in ways that felt very authentic, & I rarely see it done as well as it was here. I have ADHD, & Wei Ying's headspace felt extremely familiar, ha. Lan Zhan & Wei Ying's friendship was so lovely here, too. I adored their easy intimacy & how they were each other's favorite person before Wei Ying even realized he was in love with Lan Zhan. Oh yes, this is another fantastic oblivious Wei Ying/One Brain Cell WWX Strikes Again fic. The pining was perfect, & the overall sweetness of their relationship made this a very floaty/happy reading experience for me, personally.

5. Nothing But Trouble by brooklinegirl (E, 60,318)

Thoughts: Continuing with the theme of One Brain Cell WWX Strikes Again, this was a hilarious & heady fake dating scenario fic. His cluelessness reached new heights in this one, & I about died when he came up with the idea that naturally he & Lan Zhan should practice things like kissing for authenticity's sake. (Oh Wei Ying, you sweet summer child... he kills me; can you tell?) I loved how matter-of-fact Lan Zhan was about the whole thing, too. I laughed a lot during this fic. I even blushed a couple of times, too! Highly enjoyable & a must-read for me.

6. you've ruined my life (by not being mine) by cicer (E, 132,713)

Thoughts: None of the parents in this fic are doing a good job, but hey, they didn't in canon either, in my not-so-humble opinion. It's not what I focused on in the fic, but the tags certainly amused me. I haven't come across many texting fics in MDZS, so this was a pleasant & welcome surprise. The whole fic wasn't done through texting, but their text exchanges were SO CUTE. Lan Zhan texted exactly how I thought he would in this, & it made me laugh every time. The pining was lovely, & when they finally got to see each other in person again in New York I was glued to my computer until I finished the fic. I adored the tone of this one. It was great & just a really fun read.

7. and so my heart beats wildly by lily_winterwood (E, 106,435)

Thoughts: This was one of the most original modern AUs I've seen & featured competitive cultivation that had a Hunger Games meets professional figure-skating competition vibe. It was wild, but it made sense when I read it, I promise. The author was very good at fleshing out their world, & I was fascinated by the concept. Wei Ying once again failed to notice Lan Zhan was in love with him, & his confusion over their interactions never failed to entertain me. I never get tired of their dynamic, y'all, & it was just perfect here. I highly recommend this one.

8. Falling to the Rhythm by Selenay (E, 128,916)

Thoughts: Ever seen So You Think You Can Dance or Strictly Come Dancing? This was basically that but Wangxian! Wei Ying was stunning as a professional dancer being handed a socially awkward, concert violinist Lan Zhan & having to teach him to dance in front of the nation for 12 weeks, & I absolutely loved Lhan Zhan in this. He was precious. The sexual tension during some of the dances was electrifying, & watching them fall in love over the course of the filming of the show was a delight to read.

9. Two Dollar Coffee by marizousbooty (E, 145,286)

Thoughts: I almost fell out of my chair laughing because how do you acquire an accidental sugar daddy?! Well, if you read this fic, you'll find out. One Brain Cell WWX Strikes Again! Yeah, it's one of my favorite AO3 tags, so sue me, lol. The sex was obviously one of the highlights, which I am known to enjoy in a fic (don't judge me, Puritans), but it certainly wasn't the only thing that was well written here. I loved everything about this from beginning to end.

10. things that make it warm by yabakuboi (E, 33,327)

Thoughts: This fic hurt my feelings, not gonna lie. I cried ugly tears at the break up, but I've always had a hard time with reconciliation fics. It was very worth it, however. The way the fic covered their relationship growing & changing over time was very compelling, & a highlight of this for me was Wei Ying's relationship with the Wens, particularly A'Yuan. It was very sweet amongst an ocean of angst, haha. I read this in the span of a couple hours. Just couldn't be torn away. If you're a sucker for angst with a happy ending, then you might want to check this one out.

Honorable Mentions

The Simplest Way Forward by harriet_vane (E, 70,972)

Thoughts: This was so heartwarming I couldn't stop smiling over how adorable it was. Kid fics aren't typically a favorite of mine, but I do enjoy a really good one every now & then. This was one of the best I've read, to be honest. A'Yuan was the sweetest little angel, & he was so cute with Wei Ying spazzing out about every aspect of his care. Lan Zhan being the quiet, responsible source of reason & support was expected but of course always a welcome addition to the mix. Accidental Baby Acquisition isn't a tag I'd seen before, but it's a new favorite when it comes to Wangxian getting to be surprise parents together, haha.

undone (the spreadsheet song) series by spookykingdomstarlight (E, 282,452)

Thoughts: This is a two part series that tells the same story from each love interest’s point of view, a la Rivals by Reiya in the YoI fandom, which is one of my favorites of all time. Similarly, this story is also phenomenally written. I was sucked in immediately & read both fics over the span of like 3 days. I actually read Lan Zhan’s POV fic (the second in the series) in a single day. I was spellbound by the whole thing, couldn’t get enough. I highly recommend this. The characterizations are incredible, & the emotions are so intense I couldn’t help but feel everything right along with each of them as the story progressed.

My only word of caution is that if you have a hard time reading about Wangxian being intimate with people other than each other you might want to skim/skip those sections of the second fic like I had to. The author makes it fairly easy by giving a heads up in the author’s notes at the beginning of each chapter in which that occurs, which I very much appreciated.

Many happy returns. by orange_crushed (E, 25,470)

Thoughts: This fic started with a very serendipitous first meeting between businessman Lan Zhan & Wei Ying, who he mistook for the (non-sexual) escort he'd hired for the evening. I nearly died of mortification right along with poor Lan Zhan when he figured out his mistake. Him confessing this to Wei Ying was painfully awkward & hurt my heart, but fear not! We all know I can't handle a fic without an eventual happy ending, haha. Watching their instant connection develop into something more was such a treat. I loved this fic quite a lot for it being a quicker read for me.

Multiphonics by androkastia (E, 63,705)

Thoughts: Wei Ying was such a lovable disaster in this (as he often is, bless him). Him & Lan Zhan both being in the orchestra was a fun idea, & I loved the author's choice of the harp for Lan Zhan's instrument. I thought it was very different from the usual violin or cello choice I've seen previously but still suited him perfectly. I also loved his overall characterization, down to his fashion sense being tastefully eclectic when his style is usually portrayed as very stuffy & conservative. I really enjoyed this college/university AU, & I've read quite a few of them at this point. So obviously this one stood out.

No Compasses, No Signs by brooklinegirl (E, 36,041)

Thoughts: Ah, finally! A soulmate fic. A Temnurus rec list really wouldn't be complete without at least one. This was a modern AU, which made it especially fun when their soul bond inexplicably manifested as they literally collided with each other on the sidewalk. It was painful watching them fumble for answers to why they suddenly knew things about each other they had no way of knowing only moments before, but the sweet conclusion made it more than worth the temporary angst.

A Haunting Love by Selenay (E, 64,621)

Thoughts: This was another very unique modern with magic AU, & I was nervous because Wei Ying was a ghost haunting Lan Zhan's new house in the quiet little town he moved to in order to write his next novel. Naturally Lan Zhan became ensnared by the mystery surrounding Wei Ying's departure. This had a very romantic feel to it, intensely poetic in a way that I found very alluring. There were even thriller-esque moments towards the end of the story, so it had a bit of everything, all of it equally satisfying to read.

love, in fire and blood by cicer (E, 360,042)

Thoughts: This was an example of a cool MDZS-specific trope I hadn't seen before, & in it Wei Ying, the infamous Yiling Patriarch, was a cultivator who had achieved immortality (aka, he's OP as fuck but in a fun way). The great sects enlisted his help to win the Sunshot Campaign, & what did he demand in return? Lan Zhan's hand in marriage, of course! It was a fantastic slow burn in which poor Lan Zhan suffered the mortifying ordeal of falling in love with his own husband. An amazing & complex plot, chock-full of angsty goodness.

a place to hide (can't find one near) by yiqie (E, 76,091)

Thoughts: I'm giving y'all a heads up first thing that this fic pulled no punches when it came to the heavier subject matter covered in the tags & author's note. Some of the descriptions were fairly graphic, so please take care of yourselves when considering this one. That said, it was a powerful portrayal of someone suffering from mental health issues & the long & often complicated journey of healing. This one also happened to contain a love story so beautiful that I was brought to tears several times by Lan Zhan's patient & loving care for his most important person, nevermind all the times I cried at the sad parts! I found the emotional cost of those very much worth the payoff of their happy ending, which is why I just had to include this one.

Just You, Just Me (Just Us, Just We) by wincechesters (E, 19,777)

Thoughts: Lan Zhan thought his brother made him an appointment at an acupuncturist & was aghast when he discovered it was for a session with a professional cuddler instead! Enter Wei Ying, gratuitous cuddle therapy, & his usual chaotic charm. Poor Lan Zhan being so overwhelmed while also becoming hopelessly besotted made me laugh, bless his fragile little heart. This was an adorable & light-hearted fic that made me want to go back & reread it almost immediately, haha.

my age has never made me wise by idrilka (E, 63,439)

Thoughts: I absolutely loved this. It was pretty CQL (The Untamed) compliant & told the post-canon story of Wei Ying wandering alone as a rogue cultivator after the events of the show. Of course he was pining after his zhiji the entire time, so when he heard gossip that the Chief Cultivator might be married by summer's end it nearly undid him. The angst was excruciating, but at the same time, One Brain Cell WWX Strikes Again fics somehow always manage to be fun at the same time. I've read several post-canon, wandering Wei Ying stories, & this one was particularly good.

#mdzs #the untamed #wangxian #lan zhan #wei ying #lan wangji #wei wuxian #wangxian fic rec #one brain cell wwx is the best y'all #i love him sm #all of these are smutty #sorry not sorry #and the angst #oh god the angst #pls bring tissues #Temnurus rec list

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2023 Fic Round Up (Part 2: Fic Quotes)

For favorite lines, I tried to choose quotes that may have less visibility—maybe they haven't made it into a tumblr post or the summary, but I love them all the same. To make this easier for myself, I'm limiting this to quotes from my three published works that I'm the most proud of, plus the two WIPs that I've worked on the most recently.

Presented in reverse chronological order, I present fic quotes:

Unnamed Porn Star x Filmmaker AU

I literally wrote both of these as I outlined two days ago, so they have not reached their Final Form. Also, Smut Warning.

Alex is jealous of the wax. An inanimate object. For being spread across another man’s body. He’s pretty sure he’s completely lost his mind.

Moments later, Henry comes all over Basil’s hand as he uses it to stroke Henry, coating the deep blue wax that’s slowly hardening on his dick. A completely fucking mess. Alex wants to get his mouth on it.

Honey, You're Familiar (From My Mirror Years Ago) aka the Dads Fic

I've shared a lot of my favorites, but I don't know if I've shared this—pretty prose has never been a strength of mine, so I'm pretty proud of this:

June glances up at Henry, studying him for a moment. He wonders what she sees, if she can tell that he’s a crystal vase filled with a bouquet of emotions—absolutely transparent and if nudged too hard, the carefully crafted container might just crack apart, contents spilling out, shattering all remnants of what might have once been construed as beautiful.  An unavoidable mess. The hyacinths, taking up most of the space, for regret and remorse. Tulips, a bit hopeful, for forgiveness. Purple lilac, stubbornly wedged in the mix from the first moment Alex flashed his smile at Henry, for love at first sight. He thinks maybe June does catch a glimpse of the blossoms, because the next thing he knows, her eyes face softens a bit, and she’s turning back to face her cousins with her hand pressed against Henry’s back. It’s not the touch of the Claremont-Díaz sibling he craves, but it still settles him somehow, even before she speaks.

(Dil)Do It Yourself 

Chapter 1

“Pez, like the candy?” Alex blurts out. He doesn’t have much of a filter on a good day, but hot people make his porous coffee filter turn into a goddamn colander.

Also Chapter 1

"If I find that you have somehow managed to muck it up, how should I plan to contact you?” Alex grins back at Henry. He has no fucking clue why this British elf who speaks like a Victorian orphan and looks like he stepped out of a Calvin Klein photoshoot has him thinking about getting a second apartment key made, but here he is. Mentally googling routes to his nearest hardware store. “Well, usually, when it’s for business I just give out my fax,” he drawls, unable to contain his smile as he gets to the second half of his sentence. “But since I’m fairly interested in mixing this with pleasure, I guess I can share my cell number.”

Soft stuff before the less soft stuff in Chapter 3

What he’s absolutely not prepared for is the look on Henry’s face when he spots Alex entering the shop—like Alex just saved babies from a burning building or cured cancer or something. It’s way too fucking much when Henry doesn’t even know about Alex’s coffee addiction or the way he incessantly taps his foot when he’s focused or how Alex accidentally interrupts people when he starts getting really passionate in a debate. Maybe Alex can accept that Henry’s into his jokes or his smile or his dick. But basically, Henry hasn’t learned about all the other stuff that comes with spending an extended period of time around Alex. He’s not getting his hopes up. Except when Henry smiles, and softly greets him with “I missed you,” Alex absolutely gets his hopes up.

Claremont 2008 

Both of these are from the final chapter of the fic:

Henry’s sitting at his desk, a heavily annotated Norton’s Anthology of Poetry propped open to his left, a notebook full of beautiful, neat cursive laid open to his right. The soft glow of his lamp warms the small space, coupled with the changing light from the window as the early sunset fills the room with an orangey light that makes Henry appear golden, like he’s been blessed by Apollo, or Helios, or some other sun god.

Finally arriving at their door, Henry unlocks it for the first time, the movers having finished up while the two of them went over to pick up a nametag for their new roommate. After taking a few steps down the hall, they enter into a cozy living room already filled with both their book collections and their family photos all jumbled together. The Lightning Thief sits next to Pride and Prejudice like they’re two puzzle pieces aligning, a photo of Henry and Arthur on a sailboat hangs next to one of Alex sitting on his abuela’s lap: two homes side by side. 

Freaky Friday (I woke up in my enemy's body) 

Alex waxing poetic about Shaan's ass

“You can, er , go,” Alex directs him, though it comes out like more of a question. Apparently it was effective enough, though, because the guy exits, and the phrase “hate to see you go, love to watch you leave” pops into his mind when he gets a view of his ass strutting out of the room in that suit.

The Great Dick Soliloquy

Eventually, and to Alex’s great shame, he gives in. He just has to know, okay? It’ll just be a brief glimpse, he assures himself. Alex is not kidding when he says that he took one glance at Henry’s dick and it changed his life. He really did intend on it being a brief glimpse.

Thank you to @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @firenati0n @anincompletelist for the tags!

Sorry if I missed one of y'all doing this, tagging @littlemisskittentoes @ssmtskw @affectionatelyrs @read-and-write- @matherines @rockyroadkylers!

To see all my 2023 fics in Part 1, click here.

#rwrb fanfic #red white and royal blue #firstprince #fanfiction #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #rwrb #favorite lines #happinessofthepursuit writes

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Category is: The Art of Finding Your Unique Self

Welcome to this month’s Artist Picks series! For July’s theme, we have invited Michael Carini of @acrylicalchemy to curate posts around the idea of “Finding Your Unique Self.”

Here is what Michael had to say about it below!

What does "The Art of Finding Your Unique Self” mean to you?

I think this will mean something different to each and every person, as it should. In a world dominated by a group-think mentality, I encourage you to find the individual in you, the divergent. For me, the journey to find myself has been a long and sometimes painful road. It’s the only road worth taking, though. It has taken me my entire life to get where I am in this moment, and I discovered a lot of people I was not in the process. I’m still trying to find out exactly who I am, and I will until the day I die, growing and changing until I do. If you’re feeling lost, know that you are right where you need to be and that it’s okay. Lost is always just a step away from found. You are not alone. Take risks. Go after your dreams. This is your one life, and only in the pursuit of your true authentic self can you truly find peace and happiness… it’s within yourself. Your most authentic self is exactly who you are meant to become. Get out there and find that self.

Don’t be afraid to be different…Be afraid to be the same.

Why did you pick these particular posts?

As an artist, I always said I never wanted to be a juror because I would never want to push some people forward while holding others back. I don’t like to judge, and I don’t see art as a competition. There is room at the table for all of us. This was such a wonderful and beautiful opportunity, though, because it offered the former in that I can push some people forward while leaving nobody behind. I approached this process with an open mind, seeking a broad repertoire of history, styles, and unique voices spanning a variety of mediums. Some of which I actively pursue, and some that I don’t. I think it’s important to value our areas of interest but also acknowledge the merit of that which we may not always give the proper time, love, and respect. I wanted to reflect a variety from the abstract, to the surreal, to the representational, to dance, to music, to photography, to poetry, to AI, to the simple beauties of life. Because there is art in everything. I also came across some posts where the statements moved me…people sharing their stories and their vulnerability. I can think of no more direct path to finding your unique self. Sometimes you have to put yourself out there, knowing you may be judged by some that hide behind screens and project only false trophy images of themselves. In sharing your true unique self, though, perhaps we can be the change the world needs.

Find out more about Artists Picks here!

#artist picks #michael carini #acrylicalchemy #finding your unique self #the art of finding your unique self

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Chapter 16

@journeythroughjourneytothewest

Men can't appreciate a handsome monkey king. But also like Sanzanf is like "You better watch yourself before you get your ass beat, that my disciple" idk he felt passive aggressively like a threat to me

He just entertaining himself at this point XD

For once Sanzang was right about not showing off BUT THEY SNICKERED AT WUKONG Like if you didn't want a contest then they shouldn't have started it, is all I'm saying

Again Sanzang being SUPER passive aggressive calling the Head Monk to a covetous and deceitful person LIKE HE KNEW HE KNEW this guy was sus

Wukong: It will be fine! What's the worst that can happen? -the entire monastery burns down in a single night-

Great Wisdom needs to CALM the fuck down like damn kid

The absolute DELIGHT Wukong takes in these monks trying to kill them. Like "heeheehoohoo, time to have some fun~" He knows killing them directly would get him in trouble but nothing is said about making them homeless

He may be lacking in the 'empathy' department but it's only been 2 months, it takes time to get there.

Okay but that actually so sweet he wanted to help like.... I see why Guanyin took this guy up

You see a shiny, you take the shiny

SANZANG WAKES UP TO CHAOS THE POO GUY

FIRST MISSION = FAILED

Sanzang:

Wukong:

I love the start of a beautiful friendship

Wukong aint want their damn lifes, he wants the drip back

Number of poetry in JTTW that is about head's spitting open and gore: 2

Sanzang just lost his drip and is being so bitter rn damn

Wukong: Bury you dead dude idc, but you best be all smiles serving my Master and if I see 1 hair off that horse's head you are all as good as dead

Wukong asking a lot of customer service after these monks lost their home

#jttw #journey to the west #book club

[alwayschasingrainbows]

The Tangled Web Readalong Chapter 1.3.

MARGARET PENHALLOW (there is a lot of references to The Blue Castle).

Margaret Penhallow somewhat resembles Valancy Stirling - or rather, "Doss", whom we know from the first chapters of The Blue Castle.

Margaret (just like Valancy), has a certain, delicate charm about her, as if she too had her own dreamland. And she probably does - otherwise she wouldn't be writing poetry. None of them had ever known love, none of them had ever had an admirer. Margaret feels a bit jealous of the first owner of the jug, because she had been loved. For Margaret, the jug is a symbol of a beautiful, romantic love.

Margaret's (like Valancy's) only feature that makes her stand out from the crowd are her beautiful, unusual eyes. Both women look similarly dainty and fragile. They both want to have their own homes and babies. Margaret, like Valancy, dreams of getting married, but her motives are completely different. Valancy longs for a love, warmth and understanding, while Margaret wants to become "someone" through marriage.

It seems to me that the reason for such a different perception of the institution of marriage is the age difference. When we meet Valancy (still called "Doss" at that point), she is twenty-nine years old, so she is still relatively young. Margaret appears to be at least two decades older than her. Lonely, overworked, and exploited by her brother's family, she probably gave up the hope that love could ever happen to her.

What we do know about Valancy is that on her twenty-ninth birthday, she felt her loneliness so clearly that she felt there was no hope for a better tomorrow. Only Dr. Trent's diagnosis changed her life and gave her the courage and strength to fight for herself. Thanks to this, she found love, friendship, happiness and respect.

Margaret did not experience a similar "surprise". However, despite this, she did not lose her sensitivity and delicacy, nor did she become bitter and harsh. In this aspect, she somewhat resembles Una Meredith - quiet, sweet and good, despite unfulfilled dreams and lost chances for happiness.

My headcanon-wired brain: Margaret may have been written as an older version of "Doss", who never became "Valancy".

#lm montgomery #tangled web #tangled web book club #blue castle book club #the blue castle #blue castle spoilers #margaret penhallow

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Elvis Presley Zodiac Chart Analysis ♐︎ ♑︎ ♓︎

I here all the time from fans that Elvis Presley is a complicated man but I don’t really think so. He had many sides and facets about him that many people can‘t understand or find complicated. He is a very unique, outstanding and beautiful individual and as someone who is highly spiritual herself and a Capricorn herself, had many Capricorn men in her life, I want to explain and tell you everything you need to know about Elvis Presley and you will understand and see how much his Zodiac chart explains him and what a big role it plays in his persona and being. This is gonna be a very detailed and long analysis about Elvis so please be prepared and bare with me, it is for sure worth it, though. I want to bring Elvis Presley fans closer to him and bring all of you a better understanding to Elvis and who he was deep in his heart and soul. So let‘s start,shall we?

As you all may know, Elvis Presley was born on the 8th of January 1935 which makes him a sun Capricorn. Capricorn people are known to be the most feminine of all the sign. They love the color pink but also love black. They love art, poetry, music, fashion and history. They are old souls deep down. I have met many Capricorn men in my life and they all were dresses as if they were going to fashion week. Elvis loved fashion and he was probably the best dressed and had immaculate taste in everything, cars, clothing, interior. Elvis is known to have a flashy, yet extravagant style. He loved luxury and expensive things. Gold, pink, black, Smaragd green, ruby red. It‘s comparable with the elegant „old money“ aesthetic that we know now. Italian fashion is a big part of that. He could easily have been a fashion designer and his passion for fashion really shows from his early days on. Capricorn men also tend to be big mama boys. They LOVE their mothers. Of course everyone loves their mothers, but for Elvis, his mother was his number 1 and he would have done everything for her. All the other Capricorn men I met where exactly like that. Capricorn men will always love their mother’s more than their girlfriend or wife. And from my observation I will give you the ranking of their priority list now.

Their Mother

Their job

Family/friends

Romantic relationship

We all know that Priscilla was not on Elvis‘s priority. His job always came first. He was married to his job and he would have done everything for his job. It was his identity. Priscilla therefore always came last. He never wanted to change for anyone and would never give up his career for anyone. Capricorn‘s are also very stubborn which is represented by the goat. They are extremely stubborn and hate when people tell them what to do. They are also perfectionists and can slip that in in relationships as well, therefore they have very high standards and a distorted image of romance almost. They expect a lot from their partners especially when it comes to looks. Capricorn tend to be superficial and they care a lot about physical appearance. They want their partners to find in their standards and always look perfect. Which we all know resulted in Elvis „controlling“ Priscilla‘s looks and the way she acts, thinks and behaves. They don’t have bad intentions with it. They just like the idea of „showing off“ their „perfect“ partners and how pretty or good they look. This is especially common for Capricorn men compared to the women. Capricorn men are extremely hard working and their careers are their everything. They get charged and nurtured through their job and it makes them happy to work. Without work, they would feel very empty inside and would feel like they have no purpose or meaning in life and would feel lost. It would be very draining. Therefore, Capricorn men find most happiness in their work and they love to work a lot and hard. It‘s in their nature. They always give their best and find life and happiness by working hard and giving back to others. Capricorns are also pretty controlling and they can get stressed out or feel uneasy if they have no control over anything. Capricorns are also very loyal but they often times can be in denial about bad traits they have. For a Capricorn it‘s always „my way or the highway“. Capricorn people love to be right, love compliments and love to have a successful career. They love looking good as well. They want to look „perfect“, which is due to their perfectionism. They are not well with criticism and they have a hard time accepting it. A result of that would be to get mad, aggressive and cut the person of eventually when want to boss a Capricorn around or tell them what they are doing is wrong and that they should change it. Capricorns biggest pet peeve is when people boss them around or tell them what to do. They despise it. Which is what we learned about Elvis as well, he would cut people off his life when they told him to stop taking pills or to do something. He absolutely hated it and would throw things at people and get super mad. Capricorns think they know it all, they have a complex and want to achieve perfection in everything they do and are. Capricorns also tend to be more on the traditional side. They have traditional values and likes in life and don‘t prefer modernity, yet are open individuals for everything. Since Capricorns are very hardworking, they even spend their free time trying to better themselves by reading plenty of books, broadening their perspective, better themselves and gain more knowledge in the world. They are very curious individuals and always want to learn new things and study. Capricorns are hungry for knowledge and they could easily spend hours locked in their room studying and researching about many different subjects in life. They want to know everything their is about the world and never feel like they have researched enough, which is totally what Elvis would do in his free time. He would read medical books as well to learn more about medicine. Capricorns are loyal, dependable and devoted being. They may appear cold at first, but are very warm hearted and generous and kind on the inside. Capricorns don’t open up easily and build high walls around them, they have a hard time trusting people. Capricorn‘s also are incredibly close with their families and value traditions.

Capricorns keep themselves closed off from most of the world, so if they let you inside, they value you immensely. They spend a lot of time bettering themselves and strive for success constantly. Capricorns can be very unforgiving when you betray them or do them wrong. They will immediately cut you off from their lives. Capricorns hold not only high standards to their partners or friends, but also themselves. They are never satisfied with themselves and are their biggest critics. They can as a result of hard work neglect their needs and health and be their own worst enemy. Capricorns men would rather give more gifts to their partners rather than talk about their feelings. They can be somewhat materialistic. They are also very supportive and always willing to help others. They mostly show their love and gratitude through gifts or acts of service. In love, a Capricorn man would rather take it slowly to make sure they made the right decision and feel secure in their connection with the person. Capricorn men can also have a macho side to them and want to be seen as „cool“ and have a hard time talking about their feelings. Being vulnerable can be hard for them as they don’t want to let their guard as the „cool macho“ guy down. They are introverted beings. Image is very important to them.

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[muse-write]

🥔 po-tay-toes: one of the hobbits invited you for a meal; who are dining with? Which of the seven meals are you enjoying?

🍃 leaves of lórien: what gift would you most like to receive?

🌟starlight: you're allowed to live in one of the Elf Kingdoms of Middle Earth, which one are you picking?

🧂 best salt in all the shire: which small joys do you most look forward to? (particular tea, using a perfume, rereading a book, etc.)

☕ may I tempt you with a cup of chamomile?: What is your favourite hot beverage?

🌳 fangorn forest: Which of Tolkien's creechurs is your favourite?

🕷 creepy crawlies: which of tolkien's creatures do you think is the most frightening?

🔥 barbecue: who is the worst antagonist?

🗝 lost heirloom: which heirloom/object in the films or novels would you like to learn more about?

🍲eowyn's home cooking: which other way could the ring be destroyed? (funny answers only)

📕 the red book of westmarch : what is your favourite quote(s)?

👑the silver crown: the war is won, the world is saved, the king has been crowned. Who are you partying with at the coronation?

🏔 the misty mountains: the pass is treacherous, which two characters are you taking with you to make it over the mountains?

🌋 mount doom: what middle earth take are you throwing into the fire?

⚙ technology: everything is exactly the same but you can give one character a modern invention. Who is it and what are you giving them?

⛵valinor: we're approaching the end of this game, is there a take/opinion you absolutely want to share?

🦗 weta: you're allowed to take one prop (or the canon useful version) home with you from the set, what are you taking?

☀ when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer: either share a piece of good news or something you're looking forward to.

There, a nice short ask for you! ^_^

🥔 I'm dining with Frodo (and maybe Sam if he's around, because you know he'd be a great cook). I feel like we'd have plenty of things to discuss and we could discuss history and Elvish stories and make up poetry and sing songs. Yep, I'm daydreaming about this now.

🍃I don't think it's a surprise to say I want a sword. Imagine going off from Lothlorien on your quest and getting a First-or-Second Age sword from Galadriel herself! Although I would also be partial to receiving a vial of Earendil's light.

🌟What do you think? (Rivendell, it's Rivendell and always will be, I want to live in Rivendell so bad.)

🧂 listening to a good audiobook on the way to work (a thirty minute drive either way gives me a lot of time to get absorbed into a story). recently a good small joy for me has been playing LotRO at the end of the day. Also watching The Chosen on Sundays with my dad. I have a couple of hair clips and earrings I like that I think look really pretty on me and they make me feel fancy, so I've enjoyed that.

☕ I like coffee--I do enjoy tea, but I'm really picky because sometimes it really just tastes like hot water with a hint of leaf. I like flavor (so no black coffee for me, I have to have cream and sugar).

🌳Depends on what "creechurs/creatures(?)" means; if humanoid creatures, then the Elves are my favorite. If not, then...I like Huan. Talking dogs from Valinor just sound cool.

🕷The first orcs--the sheer body horror of twisted Elves having been tortured and corrupted into a form so adverse to what Eru Iluvatar created them to be is wonderfully terrifying. I enjoy those takes that rely on them being more or less like normal Elves, but just...to the left. Evil. Against anything good and warded off by beauty, the exact opposite to what Elves have been established to love. (Despite my misgivings about RoP, I really like what they did with Adar, he was a good idea.)

🔥?? Not sure. Feanor, maybe, just because it's unclear whether he's an antagonist or not. I think Sauron could have been more present in The Lord of the Rings, but Tolkien had a reason for not really showing him, so I can't call that 'bad' either. I've never really cared much for the 'antagonists' in Tolkien's works, simply because he's not that concerned with them as characters other than representations of evil corrupting good.

🗝 Maybe the Elfstone? I like the idea of this relic from the First Age being passed down to the Kings of Gondor in the Third Age, and I'd like to know what happened to it afterward. Also the maker of it is ambiguous, so it has a mysterious past.

🍲Glorfindel takes it back to Valinor and they throw it in the Void. It either becomes nothing or Feanor and his sons keep it out of reach of Morgoth until the Dagor Dagorath.

📕 There are....so many. But the one I thought of first was: “The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater.”

The one I thought of second was: "And he sang to them, now in the Elven-tongue, now in the speech of the West, until their hearts, wounded with sweet words, overflowed, and their joy was like swords, and they passed in thought out to regions where pain and delight flow together and tears are the very wine of blessedness."

👑 The hobbits would be great partiers!

🏔️ Aragorn would be a great companion—he’s climbed many mountains in his day. Maybe also Arwen, I just have a feeling she’d be a good traveling companion in hard times. She doesn’t appear much in the book but I get the sense that she’d be a loyal friend who looks after everyone.

🌋 There are so many bad takes I don’t even know. Character-wise? Russington. I can see the appeal, I get why people ship them, but also they are cousins. Actual Middle-earth centric? Maybe that the Valar are horrendous at their jobs and meddled too much/didn’t do enough. The Valar were working for the good of Middle-earth and, more importantly, to fulfill the plans of Eru Iluvatar, which I think is extremely importsnt to look at from Tolkien’s Christian POV. Of course people do have some valid criticisms, and fans can think whatever they want, I just think that sometimes I see people missing what Tolkien was trying to do (it’s something that took me years to come to terms with as well).

⚙️ I’d give Elrond medical science and bring HollersandHolmes’ AU to reality.

⛵ I don’t think so…

🦗 I’d take Legolas’ pair of knives. I’ve wanted them since I first watched the movies. They’re so elegant, so Elvish!

☀️ I’m pushing myself out of my comfort zone this year and trying to be such a more social person! I’m more confident than I was this time last year!

#guess what ask I stumbled across in my drafts? #completely forgot about this #ask game #lord of the rings #jrr tolkien

[burn-throughout-eternity]

I noticed you seem to like the same sort of books as I do, are there any books that you think everyone should read, or that you really loved?

I've started to answer this three times but kept getting stuck on what books to include. There's just so many I love and I end up free associating through a ton of different books and have trouble narrowing it down to anything resembling a reasonably short list.

Like, I'll think of recommending Ulysses (difficult in parts but if you can get through the third episode Prosteus the next ten episodes are a lot easier and the shifts in style and allusions and it's structure are so much more fun than it's stuffy academic reputation would have you think. I'd recommend avoid relying overmuch on annotations/a guide if reading for the first time unless you feel extremely lost) and then for obvious reasons I jump to the Odyssey (I like the Wilson translation) and from the Odyssey my mind goes in two directions to Terra Ignota (a fascinating recently completed SF series set in the 24th century where non-geographical voluntarily joined "hives" have replaced nations states as the primary unit of political organization and the book is framed as an in universe history which the narrator is composing in the style of an eighteenth century writer) and Sappho (beautiful poetry albeit largely only preserved in fragments, Carson's If Not Winter is the most popular translation but lacks recent finds as new poems have been discovered since it was published. I think Diane Rayor's 2014 collection is still the most comprehensive translation in English and has great notes but is expensive if you're paying for it instead of acquiring it using other methods) and so on and so on.

If you (or anyone else reading) was looking for a more specific type of recommendation feel free to send an ask! I always welcome an opportunity to talk about books I love. Otherwise I hope some of the above books caught your eye.

(I also responded to an ask meme recently about my top 5 (actually 6) books I read in 2023 which may be of interest)

#misc reading #thanks for the ask! #james joyce #terra ignota #sappho

[moonchild-in-blue]

36, 79, 101? Hope you're doing well, hun. 💙

Hello Satie!!! I hope you're feeling better as well!! 🦉🌷☁️

36 - What’s your favorite book?

I never know how to answer this one, I feel like such a fake ~bookworm~. I think I'm more into authors/themes than books per se, if that makes sense?

The Chronicles of Narnia and The Picture of Dorian Gray (if you saw that typo, no you didn't) are my usual go-to answers. It's Kind Of A Funny Story is very, very dear to me. Beautiful Creatures is probably my favourite non-problematic YA read (big Twilight fan but yikes). Wuthering Heights is depressing and fantastic!

Oyasumi Punpun is forever and always my most favourite manga! Kafka On The Shore was pretty great - I can never remember any of Haruki Murakami's books after I'm done, but the vibes are vibing.

What Matters Most Is How Well You Walk Through The Fire by Bukowski is always always with me and I re-read it at least once a year. His poetry has a lot of ~questionable~ stuff, but also just really beautiful and heartbreaking sentiments. I like the way he writes, he was such a weird man.

79 - What’s your most prized possession?

Good question! I would say my journals/sketchbooks maybe? Or my books?

I have a few pieces of jewellery that I love and would be devastated to part with, like my moon/sun necklace.

OH! I have two Memphis May Fire albums signed by Matty Mullins, and Cory's bass pick, that he handed TO ME. PERSONALLY. IN THE BARRICADE. So definitely that !!!

101 - What’s been going through your mind lately?

How fast time is passing, and how I feel like I'm wasting my time. I'm at that point where, I didn't really think I'd get this far, so now I have no idea where to go. Unfortunately, I let those feelings get to me, and everyone around has to suffer from it in one way or another.

I have been avoiding a lot of people lately because I know they will ask questions that I really don't know how to answer. Which sucks, cus I know they mean well, and would help me if I actually asked. I'm trying to find the strength to reach out - it's been a while since I've seen some friends and I know I will feel better when I do.

Just feeling like a little sea turtle lost in the great ocean, I suppose. (back at it again with the Turtle Feelings).

#THIS GOT SAD I AM SORRY #i hope this week is treating you well! #ask game #darya answers

[the-wild-grove]

Pan Gave Me Hope

I want to start with a disclaimer. This is just a story of an experience I had with Pan. It’s my personal experience and UPG, so if it doesn’t resonate with you that’s fine! I don’t intend to speak for the gods. I just felt called to share this and I hope that this message will help someone.

I received a small book called Field Guide to the Haunted Forest as a gift from my mother. It’s written by Jarod K. Anderson if any of you are interested. She said it was a book of nature poetry and I quickly lost interest and politely set it aside. I had never connected with poetry before, so I didn’t expect this book to be any different. One day I reluctantly decided to give it a chance. If it was bad, I could just get rid of it.

I proceeded to finish the whole book in one sitting. This poetry was different from the kind I read in school. It was easy to understand, and I resonated with the messages. A lot of the poems also feel very pagan. This simple book turned into a spiritual experience for me. I don’t feel the presence of gods very often, but as I was reading, I knew Pan was by my side. It was as if he was pointing towards the passages that I needed to read most. The message he wanted me to hear was simple.

“Nature isn’t perfect, but you acknowledge its flaws and love it anyway. Why can’t you do the same for yourself? You are also a part of nature. You cannot separate yourself from what you love most. There is beauty in imperfection, and there is beauty in you.”

That was a summary of what Pan said to me.

I have always had people telling me that they love me. They have even given me reasons to love myself, but I still couldn’t understand it. For some reason this is the first explanation that made sense to me. It’s only now that I feel I can move forward in healing my self-hatred. This is the first time in years that I hope to love myself. I have a long way to go. This experience didn’t magically make me love myself, but I see a possibility. I have the motivation to improve myself, and I know Pan will be there by my side.

For those of you that love nature like me, I hope Pan’s message might resonate with you.

I also hope that this serves as a reminder that the gods will be there for us. I know it doesn’t always feel like it. Sometimes I even feel distant from Pan, but that’s a normal part of everyday worship. Just because we can’t always feel the gods doesn’t mean they aren’t cheering us on or providing us aid. Not feeling the gods for a while also makes it all the more incredible when we finally do!

I have struggled with my mental health for many years. I have also worshipped Pan for many of those years. He just recently found a way to give me significant hope.

Had I received this message a few years ago it likely wouldn’t have impacted me as much as it has now. I probably wouldn’t have listened at all. Pan was patient with me, and that’s what I needed. For those of you struggling with mental health with little progress, I want you to know that the gods are patient. They will celebrate every little success you make on your journey, even if you’re not aware. That’s how Pan was with me at least.

If I may leave you with a quote from this book it would be this. “It’s too late for you not to matter.”

#hellenic pagan #hellenic polytheism #hellenic polythiest #pagan #pan deity #pan god #paganism

[guessillcallitart]

Hi, love💌 Glad to see you stumbled upon my writerblr, stay as long as you like. Here's some tea and snacks. This is a warm, safe place for everyone.

I've recently published a very unhinged book, I post about the universe a lot here and feel free to see the book from the link underneath:

About me:

Name: Runo💌

Nationality: Finnish

Zodiac: Aries

Sexuality: asexual, lesbian

Gender: nonbinary (she/he/they)🪩

More things I adore: writing, daydreaming, reading, photography, painting, drawing, being in nature and listening to music, poetry

if you have any questions or just want to ramble about your wips or something else, send me asks or messages :)

I'd be happy to make new friends! Also if you want to be a character in my book, let me know :)

You can tag me in stuff too, tag games, ask games, posts about your wips or stuff you're obsessed with!

Come talk to me, I promise I won't bite to use a very cliché expression :)

About my WIP:

Wip titles: Victorian Shannon Candy floss skies, Indigo skies, Obsidian skies

Genres: fantasy, adventure, horror, romance, ya fiction, lgbt+ and possibly something else I haven't thought of

General content warnings: mature themes/topics such as death, blood, violence, abuse, trauma, self harm, drugs, alcohol, cigarettes

The story begins with a manor in the middle of the woods. It's located in Ireland, in the city of Cork. There's a library there where you can travel back in time to Victorian Era. Something strange and mysterious happened at the time and my heroes and heroines have to figure out what it was. It's difficult because they might have found out something and they forgot all about it.

Our world isn't the only world there is. There is a numerous amount of dimensions, many unheard of, some known but still full of mysteries.

Mystery Shore is the biggest with a vast, whimsical forest. It's dangerous but breathtakingly beautiful with giant jellyfish floating about, planets and stars swirling and sparkling on your path and clumps of seaweeds growing about. The farther you go, the higher the trees and dangerous the creatures are.

Griffins fly above it all kindly searching for lost people. Whatever you do don't get lost. You musn't get lost. There's a creature who lures children away from the path and quickly devours them. The griffins protect you (oh, how beautiful they are with their large, multicoloured eyes and fur like the sunset, their feathers are silvery and gold and rust) but they can't be everywhere and they don't know the way out.

There's powerful, very strange magic in the forest. The older griffins have milky white eyes. If you gaze in them you'll see snippets of your future but beware, they may be hard to approach.

In the town you'll find narrow cobblestone streets, tiny colorful huts and bigger buildings with lofts in them, whimsical shops and a town square with people attempting to sell their assorted goods and services.You may find your way to Elora. With it's soaring cliffs, like shards of glass against the grey sky, it's roughly beautiful. People live in caves resembling honeycombs. There's a vast chasm underneath a hill with an abandoned manor. Bridges run across the chasm.

Echo Valley is a lustrous, emerald green valley with streams running around and colorful houses. There are fields of brilliant, scarlet strawberries and lilac lavender. There are whispers in the air. Remember they're not in your head. The voice just works differently.

Then, the most frightening dimension, Nightmare Valley. It hosts many demons. There are times when they run escape and there are people who'll set them strange and trap again. The dead appear in Nightmare Valley. Good people continue their journey, no one knows where and bad people stay in Nightmare Valley. There are exceptions of course like always.

If you're skilled enough at magic you'll be able see from our world to some other world for the worlds are in the same place in a way, just not visible. Some houses exist in many places at once.

The manor, I named it Étoiles Estate, is haunted. While time traveling, one finds oneself in one of the bodies of the ghosts. The experience is truly terrifying. You'll find yourself inside a persons's head. The person has been long dead. For centuries.

I have OC:s who are witches, dryads, demons, werewolves and people. There are different sexualities, relationships and looks among them. The characters are complex and unique.

The worlds tend to interwine, beware for you might not know what is real and what is simply an illusion. In our world there's a murderer. He kills simply for vengeance. He seeks retribution from people who have hurt him. He wields magic but rarely uses it as a weapon for he likes to see blood being spilled.

Aesthetics: cherry blossoms floating in the air, sweet scent of jasmine, flowers woven in hair, sunkissed skin, freckles like stars patterned on skin, eyes like the night sky, mischievous glint in hazel eyes, sunlight like dandelions pouring through the tree branches and leaves, deep sorrow, plunging you down to the depths of it but you rise again like a sunflower and face the sun, fighting because that's all you've ever known, laughter, pure happiness, loneliness, finding your people, wondering what you are fighting for, light filtering through stained glass windows, a castle looming in the distance, ruins of an empire who truly believed it would eternal, monsters and demons, who decided they were bad and humans good? Emerald hills, lavender fields, strawberries and sunflowers, summer, surfing, feeling butterflies tickle your stomach, feeling the gentle, salty ocean air on your skin, being outside looking in like you're in a bubble but you can burst that bubble, broken hearts but you heal, the sweet, powerful scent of pine needles in the air, soft, damp moss, magic, dark and light, look what you can do with your mind, a swish of red hair like fire, broken people like beautiful mosaics when they're put together, ravens, their obsidian plumage shining in the setting sun, soon replaced by a twilit scenary, the full moon (isn't she lovely?), the stars, planets swirling all around you when you set your foot into the woods with a bluish, enchanting glow, the lovely scent of rain in the air, the scent of coffee, bakeries, the girl who looks just like autumn, the boy who is pale and looks slightly ill, intending to set the world on fire, sometimes heroes die, the girl is a mere memory, a ghost now, the boy slowly burning, surviving childhood trauma, seeing beauty everywhere, a bustling cobblestone street, a lot of whimsical people, you swear you saw a child riding his father's shoulders had deer antlers protruding from his fluffy, soft hair, like clouds, illusions, nothing seems to be what it seems, you have your guard up at all times, the world can be dangerous but oh, how beautiful it is, making a wish upon dandelions and the stars, you saw a shooting star, hope, picnics, lying down on the grass, tucking a lily in your significan't other's hair, wisteria

A snippet:

A small girl with hair like a raven's plumage sits crosslegged on the hardwood floor of Étoiles estate's grand, darling library. There is a heavy book on her lap. She shuts her eyes. The pictures and the words of the tale dance across her eyelids. "Is it real?" a whisper escapes her lips. "Or just in my head?" Her eyes flutter open. Tiny figures, like shadows swirl on the yellowish paper. The girl watches them in deep fascination. "Define real", a voice reverberated around the room. Sunlight pours in the stained glass windows above the girl. The light dies the girl's delicately beautiful face in shades of cyan and indigo. A strange noice comes from the rafters. In alarm, the girl glances up. Something white and furry falls on the book. "Snow Queen", the girl sighs in relief watching as the cat settless on the pages and begins to cleanse herself. "You really startled me", the girl says maybe more to herself than the cat. "Hey, Li, you're not supposed to be reading anything scary." Suddenly wary, Felicia looked up to a pair of sky blue eyes. Henry runs his fingers through his tousled hair watching intently his little sister's reaction. "I know they're just stories", Felicia says defiantly. "They're not real."

"Still." Henry grins. "You wouldn't want to disobey orders, would you?" He takes a step closer which causes Felicia to flinch involuntarily. Behind her from the shelf, Henry reaches out and slides a book out. Felicia flinches as a sharp pain invades her back. "Oh, I'm sorry." But Henry wasn't sorry. He never is. It's never an accident either. Felicia leaps to her feet, leaving the book she was reading on the floor. With a few strides she's out of the room.

Henry watches as a raven flew over the pine trees. He regards his surroundings with ease like what he's about to do is a routine. Something a million people do every day. He flips through the pages of the book he's holding. Ah, what a blessing finding the book had been and he had found it in the library of his new family's home. His fingers hovered a few inches away from a sketch. It was an intricately drawn symbol with curlicues and inky swirls on yellowish, ancient paper. Light green, like the forest in the early spring when the sunlight pours in with silent, soft whispers, fog like vapour dances underneath Henry's fingers. He closes his eyes and lets the book guide him. He knows he's close to the clearing. He kneels down his fingers meeting the soft, mossy earth. "I seek thee", he breathes. "I seek thee." The ground vibrates slightly. Henry's hands curl into fists. Eerie, white fog rises from the ground. Henry's eyes flutter open but this time they're not the colour of the sky on a bright summer's day, they're pitch black. Why are you summoning me? The voice reverberates in tree branches and sends startled birds flying from them. You're just a puny human. "I'm not a human." Henry tenses up. "I want to be powerful." He sticks a crystal into the earth. It sends up a ripple or a crack through the dirt. "I want to find her."

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