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[endworld-kins]

faeblood moodboard with themes of lonliness, isolation, endlings, greenhouses, fog, old scientific papers, and calligraphy for anon !

#completed request 🌀 #mod 🐍 #moodboard #nonhuman alter #nonhuman #nonhuman help #nonhuman care #faeblood nonhuman #faeblood alter

[noellelovesbooks]

The Curse of a Faeblood by: M.K. Lorber

The Curse of a Faeblood by: M.K. Lorber

THE FAEBLOOD SERIES BOOK 1 What happens when a human falls in love with a Faeblood?An orphaned Faeblood raised in isolation, all Ember wants is to fulfill her childhood wish of finding others who share her gift, her curse. But when forced on the run after the murder of her mother, she struggles to survive without the only family she’s ever known.In the harsh territories, life favors those with…

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#adult fantasy romance #adult romance #book review #fantasy #fantasy romance #M.K. Lorber #romance #The Curse of a Faeblood #The Faeblood Series

[wall-e-gorl]

Starfall ocs! Simon (37ish, he/him), a traveling faeblood baker who sells "lucky bread", and Sons (16, she/her), whos name is totally Sons and is totally just his assistant and not someone who needs to get from point a to point b quickly and discretely.

They have a horse and cart that has a furnace on it, and they carve runes into the bread they make and sell it to passers-by as they travel, claiming that the bread will bring them luck. It does not, but it sells for a pretty penny to those who believe that it will. They dont have permits to do this but the idea is that they wont be stopped or found by those who enforce permits anyways.

#my art #starfall podcast #the bread is legitimately good. #im imagining it sort of like a mafia front situation? if it were a traveling front + morally good? smuggling runaways to better situations #via illegal-ish bread cart? #i dont know where Sons is running from or to nor what her name really is but i DO know that shes quickly become attached to Simon #she tore up her old clothes to hide better and kept some scraps to make friendship bracelets <3 #and Simon doesnt Want to admit it. but hes caring for the kid more than usual. hes wearing the friendship bracelet. hes this close to just #adopting her on the spot

[str1ga]

ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀꜱ. ᴀᴘᴇx ᴘʀᴇᴅᴀᴛᴏʀꜱ ᴡʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴀʟʟ-ꜱᴇᴇɪɴɢ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴅᴇᴛᴀᴄʜᴍᴇɴᴛ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴀ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ʟɪꜰᴇ ɪɴ ɪᴛꜱ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇᴛʏ. ɴᴏᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴʏ ᴍᴀʀᴋᴇꜱᴛ ꜱᴏʀʀᴏᴡ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜʀɪʟʟɪɴɢ ꜱᴀᴛɪꜱꜰᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟɪꜰᴇ. ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴀ ʜᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪᴠɪɴᴇ ᴘʟᴀɴ. -- ʟᴏᴜɪꜱ ᴅᴇ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛᴇ ᴅᴜ ʟᴀᴄ

private mutually exclusive vampire multimuse. written by bee. primarily written in the first person. mature themes present 21+ only.

heavily affliated with: @agedrot @benefeco @fyllakas @maramcna @faebloods @badwo1f

promo. memes.

RULES AND MUSES:

ONE . The first rule of my blogs will literally always be don’t be a dick. I don’t have time for it. You don’t have time for it. Just don’t do it.

TWO . I don't have any triggers, but if you do please let me know!! this blog will contain a boat load of triggering content including but not limited to gore, violence, and mature situations. I generally don't tag triggers unless I'm asked, but I tag things with NSFW when it needs to be.

THREE . I do practice mains and exclusives, because sometimes you just click with people and that's ok! I will follow duplicates of MY muse, but unless it's a friend, I generally won't follow duplicates of exclusive muses.

FOUR . This blog is limited to interactions with mutuals. i always follow back / follow first if i feel like we can write together. if i haven't followed you back after a few days, it probably means i won't be following back to write. for the sake of my profession (i'm a high school age educator) i will not be following back anyone younger than 21.

FOUR CONT. While i do not follow back younger than 21 because i feel icky if you're young enough to be my student, my messages are always open if you ever need anything! if you need an adultier adult to talk to about something i can always try to be that for anyone. i know how important trusted adults are.

FIVE . This blog will be mostly private. I'm here for a good time not a long time. If you want to write with me, the best way is to DM me and say yo bitch let's RP.

SIX . My name is bee. i'm 32 years old. i've been writing on tumblr for like 10 years and rping in general for over half my life. i met my significant other through rp. we just moved across the country so i could go to rabbinical school. obviously i'm super busy but i love making friends!

CREDITS . so far everything on this blog is made by me! including the PSDs.

MUSE LIST

all muses are canon divergent in some way. if there is a link on a character's name please click it for more info.

TWILIGHT

caius of the volturi coven. over three thousand. appears twenty-three. aromantic demisexual. single ship with @agedrot. fc: sam reid.

felix of the volturi coven. two thousand. appears twenty. single ship with @fyllakas. fc: jacob elordi.

bella swan. twenty-five. aromantic lesbian. note: heavily au. series takes place while she is in college and living with her dad. she grows tired of waiting for edward to turn her and instead @agedrot turns her after eclipse. no kids. only written as a vampire. fc: naomi scott.

jasper hale of the volturi coven. one hundred. appears twenty. demiromantic pansexual. note: heavily au. stolen from maria by caius and not carlisle. is sent to the cullens to spy on them. returns to the coven with bella. fc: timothée chalamet

THE VAMPIRE CHRONICLES

louis de pointe du lac. over one hundred. appears thirty three. homoromantic homosexual. mostly follows amc canon. fc: jacob anderson.

BALDUR'S GATE 3

astarion ancunín. two hundred. appears thirty nine. panromantic pansexual. rouge/ranger. deeply not ascended ever. fantasy as well as modern verses. fc: aaron tveit.

TRUE BLOOD

eric northman. two thousand. appears twenty five. panromantic pansexual. i'm here to right canon wrongs. fc: alexander skarsgard.

#PINNED. #muses and rules under cut.

[dyrewrites]

Pale Blood - Extra Snip for those who can't see the mature one >.>

Bellacara Pri, blood-starved and pacing in her glittering mansion–floating in the light-rich skies of Upper Dolor, shrouded in gold and the protections of well-paid witches–had enough of her board's nonsense. Their sloth and cowardice cost another deal, another avenue within which to search the city’s vile depths for the carriers–the bearers of her blood and future–and she was livid. In her meeting with them, she told them as much. Her rage shook the windows and sent grown men, ancient fangs every one, scurrying from the room.

Hours later and she still fumed, still raged–though silent –at their failure. That rage rippled through the mask of her near slate-dark face and it cracked, breaking the lie of skin and warmth to reveal the gaping maw it hid.

Bellacara Pri was quick to recover, to hide her truth and still the whispers that flowed unbidden from those secret lips—but it was too late, I had seen her, seen It and heard Its haggard voice.

Oh yes, I see you, foul beast. It has been stretched and tired years, ages, eons–who could know–but I see you now. I found you and I will have what you've taken, the life that you tore from m-no! No! Where is It?...where…am I?–Right, the fang at the head of Bellacorp, a corporation ingrained so thoroughly in the goings-on of the city that even its CEO is unaware of all they do.

And she was smiling.

Bellacara Pri was smiling, slow and sharp into the mirror of her towering windows. Her face had regrown, the supple flesh of her false skin smoothed by the Wyld blood of her fang body, and she tested it. She caressed it and, as the hunger pangs beat against the lining of her starved veins, she raked her nails through it. And the blood that dripped, that slithered too thick down her dark cheeks, did not burn in the deep red it should have. It shimmered and shined as bright and gold as the walls she glared at–as bright and gold as only one creature’s blood could shine and in that moment, or in this, the ache of not knowing which beat against my skull as loud and rough as the hunger that beat against her veins.

“Lyssa!” Bellacara Pri wailed into her netlink, to the assistant ever-waiting on the other line. “Where is my blood, Lyssa?”

“It will arrive at half-lid, Mistress.” The assistant replied, in a tone clipped curt and void of worry. “In an hour’s time and not a second later, or I fetch you the slumlord’s head; as instructed.”

Bellacara Pri huffed, she turned and glared out her windows, at her city and she growled, “If it isn’t, I trade his blood for your meat.”

Lyssa tapped her netlink, banishing the still-growling voice of her Mistress and sighed into her hands. She had worked under Bellacara Pri for the last fifteen years, and though the CEO had never been terribly kind, she had once been considerate of her board members and her underlings–and of Lyssa.

Sometime during the last five years that changed. Madam Pri had grown colder, shorter, and had begun to direct funds and manpower to blood research. Which Lyssa didn’t understand; blood was blood. The facility in the slums, that the corporation built and funded, handled all the blood–drawing, study and delivery of all conceivable types of blood, even the creation of new variants for differing effects and flavor. If Madam Pri craved faeblood at dusk on Visday, she could have it in less than ten minutes.

Funneling more credits into blood research made no sense. There simply hadn’t been a need for it, especially with the troubles of the company’s profits to consider. Their primary product–drones, specifically security drones–had become obsolete. Crime had all but been abolished by their last models, and no one needed to buy new security systems. Even netlinks, which they’d successfully made invaluable to every citizen–nothing in the city could be done without one–were showing diminishing returns.

They needed fresh ideas, not fresh blood.

 Lyssa sighed again. The notices flashing in front of her forced her attention to the growing instability of the board of directors. Complaints flooded her netlink’s lens, all conduct-related, all bemoaning the actions of their CEO. Bellacara Pri had made a mess in their last meeting–as she had in every meeting that quarter–but it was Lyssa who had to clean it up–as she would every meeting until her Mistress found whatever it was she sought in the blood she kept wasting the company’s time and credits to chase.

With a steady breath–or two, or three–Lyssa composed herself and called up a projected screen. She tapped her netlink and welcomed the first rage-red face onto it. Then, sweetening her tone with the syrup of professionalism and well-trained complaisance, Lyssa greeted the first of many board members she would that evening.

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@rmgrey-author

@ruinmegently

#writeblr #snippet #urban fantasy #pale blood #first actual hint of important things #and the narrator is having problems #Pale Blood Scenes

[3surience]

I have many more!! For different societies/countries we've got (so far):

Solvan; sun worshipping, magic loving, populated by faeblooded humans

Don'ji; a mishmash of freed slaves (mostly human, some fae, gnole, kiil), extensive trade networks

Cress; almost entirely light fae, mostly mind their own business, high control society

Sonus; entirely dark fae, split from Cress and they don't get along

The Land of Ava; conquering empire composed of 6+ different peoples and cultures (Dakshi, Uttan, Puvr, Pashk, various gnoles), Uttan led, getting real with the misogyny

And then others are still being cobbled together, but each cat lineage is roughly a different society in and of itself (just they're mostly over on the west side)

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And the different bloodlines:

Human; weird primates

Light/Dark/Sea Fae; short, colourful magical folk

Giants; eats rocks, big ol horns

Machairo/Panthera/Felinae Kiil; three large, vaguely related groups of cat anthros with multiple lineages within each

Gnoles; cursed (??) hyena looking boys

And some extras kicking around from different parts of the planet

#and also many of the countries have multiple cities #esurience: bloodlines #esurience: countries #i need more stuff. so much space to fill on that map...

[beetlelark]

I made an attempt at drawing Ivan when he was younger. I’d say he could be anywhere between his late teens and mid to late 20s here, although I would like to redraw it since I am not that satisfied with this 🤣

Because of being faeblooded (he’s 2nd gen human/fae,) Ivan’s physical aging was slower than normal humans, so even when he was in his 40s he still looked to be in his 20s— until the stress and trauma from being involved in both world wars compounded on what he went through with his father all his life, aged him to look more close to his actual age when he merged with Metatron and became immortal at the end of WWII. He was 71 when that happened, and I would say had aged to look in his late 50s-early 60s by then.

(If none of that stress and trauma had occurred, or he had been fully faeblooded, he’d still look in his 20s even when he’d be 80.)

So, judging how old he was based on his face isn’t that accurate for certain years of his life. Judging by his hair though is more accurate lmao. Until he was around his mid to late 20s, Ivan’s hair was kind of a messy mop like drawn here. Then he cut it shorter and kept it more styled past his 30s.

His current modern day haircut he only started doing in the 1970s.

#cosmicaeons #aeons art #aeons ocs #oc: ivan #oc #original character #oc art #original character art #digital art

[roxsannel]

The Curse of a Faeblood (The Faeblood Series Book 1) by MK Lorber.

Ember is a young woman who is on the run, she is in danger because of who and what she is, she is a Faeblood and that is to some a gift and to some a curse, so she has lived all her life moving from place to place with her mother until the unthinkable happens and she has to continue her perilous journey on her own. As she drifts from place to place, all Ember has ever wanted is to have a place in a community, friends and family around her and somewhere she can call home, but she knows that it will never happen because of her heritage and the risks she has to take on the roads are not something a young woman should be doing alone, never mind one who has yet to grieve the only family she has ever known.

Gavyn is a young man in the peak of his life, he is the head trainer of the local elite fighting school where he trains young men and women in the art of fighting and discipline, as part of the annual tithe paid to the nobility who own the land they live on, he is a well honed machine and uses the skills he has learned over his life so far to instil these values in those around him. He is a part of a brotherhood, a family who he will defend above all others and this protective instinct has enabled him to rise through the ranks and become the leaders right hand man, it also means that he knows everything which happens in the village he lives in.

One day Ember attempts to steal something to eat from the cart of a vendor in a small village, however, she has caught Gavyn’s watchful eye and is caught, but the offer to pay off her debt is hard to resist, but she knows that she has to hide her true nature from those around her, no matter how much she wishes to become part of the community she has dropped into. Meanwhile, the nobles who live in the Castle at the heart of the Kingdom of Morvak are as far from the peasants they exact the tithe from as can be, they debate over who has the most pure Faeblood, but even they have their own hierarchy and it is on this foundation that they have built their lives, but all that changes when someone with Faeblood is found outside of the Castle walls.

As the days pass and Ember and Gavyn cannot deny that the more time they spend in each others presence, the more that an attraction is building, but neither of them can let down their walls because of the fears they have for those around them, but when it comes to saving those they love, will they be able to stay apart and keep their passion under wraps, or will it bring danger closer than ever? This is a story full of family, both lost and found, secrets, truths and magic, as tangled webs of emotions and reality are weaved around a village where respect and honesty are valued, lies and deceit are frowned upon and a tenuous balance is maintained, where you become sucked into a world which pulls you along until you know what happens in the end.

#journey of a lifetime #chronic illness #invisible illness #cvid #common variable immunodeficiency #zebra #zebra strong #fibromyalgia #spoonie #spoonie life #spoonie reads

[endworld-kins]

May we request a board for a faeblood headmate? Themes of loneliness/isolation and endlings, with foggy greenhouses, like. Old scientific papers or calligraphy. And, I’m a person dammit/I’m still a person if possible. A lot of her memories are pretty fuzzy, but we’ve been putting some of the pieces together recently. We can estimate her being from around the 1930s, and she has a fondness for the thylacine.

hello, ive queued your request!!

i struggled a bit to find everything but in the end i managed to find enough to make this moodboard!! i hope you like how it turned out!!

#accepted request 🌀 #answered ask 🌀 #mod 🐍

[noellelovesbooks]

Quote from "The Curse of a Faeblood (The Faeblood Series Book 1)" by MK Lorber -

"“I worry about you, but my fears have no place between us. I want you, not as your protector. Not for your pretty face or lush curves. Not for the simple release our bodies demand. You make me… feel… and for that alone, I crave you night and day.”"

Start reading this book for free: https://a.co/10WXd8l

[thewonderingsorceress]

+1

@faeblooded

❛  a wrongdoing doesn’t give us the right to do wrong.  ❜ Ella murmured to herself as she felt the anger sear beneath the skin, a phrase she often used to calm herself. Ella wasn’t one people treated..nicely, but she had to remember to not let the anger get the better of her. She didn’t even notice the other person in the room until she managed to calm herself.  “Oh.” Ella said after a moment, when her eyes fluttered and her body relaxed a bit from anger. “Sorry about that, I’ll just um.” She says offering a hand palm up, almost in surrender as she  then motions towards the door to leave. 

#faeblooded #v:abandonedpossibility #//Hello there! Thank you for following! #if you'd like something else or #if you'd rather plot please let me know!//

[heartbattled]

@faeblooded & descendants - ben !

      ❝Hey, Mal? I know we were supposed to be going out today but-❞ But. That word was becoming more and more apparent in his vocabulary. I’d love to but. It was getting to be a nuisance, really. As much as Ben wanted to go and venture - further than the Kingdom, he just couldn’t. There was too much to do, too much paperwork to sign and too many things to oversee. Things that he couldn’t just leave to gather dust. No, they were important documents. ❝-I just can’t today. I’m really sorry.❞ Ben’s expression fell, solemn and worn. While Ben understood that this was his right, that this was his destiny - it was also exhausting. 

#faeblooded #( THREAD ) ben florian #( VERSE ) descendants

[dyrewrites]

Pale Blood - Scene

Lulusara Drenkal–mother of all wolves and recent recipient of the object of her greatest desire–was cackling. Som was bright and shining outside, filling her den with his glorious light, and she was cackling with a glee that bordered on madness.

The refrigerated rooms of her sprawling den–which constituted half a block of apartments, connected through elaborate metal bridges above and old subway tunnels below–were stuffed with bags upon bags of blood.

Her youngest pup, her baby Fornash–or Nash as anyone that hadn’t nursed him, for years longer than was prudent, knew him–had delivered on his promise. Where all her other pups had failed, refused or been broken between her teeth, Fornash had succeeded.

Wicked little Morden, Lulu mused as she gazed at her treasure, forcing your mother to play dirty. Perhaps, after I taste this blood, I will come for yours.

It sparkled in her sight, in pale reds and pinks. She was mesmerized by it, consumed by its scent as much as its sight, but she had yet to taste it.

“This is a delicacy that must be savored,” she told Fornash, towering above him as he programmed the locks. “And shared with all who are worthy of its bite. We will partake after my guests arrive, not a drop before, understood?”

Nash didn’t but he nodded and set the alarms, to prevent anyone from doing what he had done. He frowned at the locks, at the screens that controlled them.

It's just blood, he thought, and he didn't see what his mother saw.

It had been such a bother to get. The witch’s tears the tiny fang put in his tea had been annoying enough, but he was excited for another row with Del…until Den ruined it. His presence was something else altogether–his mother had laughed when he told her, insisting he should have killed her useless Morden then and there, and that bothered him more. The rage he’d felt, the rage he’d smelled on his brother, it was wrong and he had been glad for the flash that interrupted. Eager as he was to please mother, he hadn’t wanted to take Den’s life, or lose his own. But it was in the flash, and the chaos that followed, where he found a way to appease his mother without spilling any blood.

He would steal it. The fang boss had to have keys and codes somewhere in his home. If Nash went during halfnight there would be no thralls to deal with, only the dead man that watched the counter and he believed he could handle him–and he was lucky he didn’t have to test that belief.

It was easier than he could have imagined. The keycards were in the boss’ bedroom, plain on his dresser, with the codes pressed into their strips. When his bones cracked and his flesh stretched with the closing of the suns, Nash tore through the wastes of the barrier’s edge and the city it belted. There he waited, at the doors of the bloodbank, as the dead attendant pushed another out the doors. She reeked of witchblood and Nash kept hidden until she was well from view, and remained there as the attendant locked up and vanished deeper into the building. Then Nash used his stolen keys and slipped inside.

The control screens embedded in the counter were dark, beeping in low tones and Nash lit them up. His shifted claws were cumbersome, but the keys gave him the access needed to loop the feeds. Then he searched for the storage rooms and the blood. He avoided the scent of the dead man, which lingered far below the rooms he sought, spiked with something bitter.

The blood he tracked by the scent his mother had described; a strange scent, sweet and flowery with an electric undercurrent and an icy snap. It smelled of the Wylds, of magic, of faeblood and something older, something alien and powerful and it frightened him. But it was what mother wanted and he was the ever-obedient son. His hybrid form’s overgrown muscles were sufficient to carry all the blood that bore the scent and, with boxes of it piled in his arms, Nash sped home.

Not a single alarm within the bloodbank sounded, not one of its cameras caught so much as his shadow and he was grateful then, to his brother and the fang boss.

If he hadn’t knocked me out, he realized, with a slow and confused train of thought, if Den hadn’t tried to kill me, I’d never have gotten them keys.

Lulu was less impressed by Fornash’s antics than she was by his results. There were other wolfmothers, her daughters leading packs in other areas of the slums–and above the smog, one madam Norala, though she no longer associated with the Drenkals–and Lulu planned to impress them all. She had invited each and every one to enjoy the shimmering blood with her. They had yet to respond but she knew they would, was certain of it, so certain in fact that she’d dressed up for it. She dressed up her den as well, instructing all the pups still living at home to clean and decorate and put out treats.

Minara was halfway to one of the dining tables her and her siblings had prepared, holding a tray of preserved animal hearts when mother stopped her. Mother stood over her like a mountain stood over a pond and Minara squeaked. The tray shook but mother caught it, pinching it easily in her massive fingers.

“I said to bring the good hearts,” Lulu said, voice cold and sharp.

“Y-yes mother,” Minara said as she all but skittered away to fetch the good hearts–human hearts, obtained from the same bloodbank the fangs procured their blood, which were then preserved in fruit-sweet jelly and stored on dry shelves deep below the apartments.

“Everything must be perfect tonight,” Lulu cooed, watching her daughter’s dark braid flutter around the corner toward the basement, “the whole family is coming.”

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Taglist: @rmgrey-author

#snippet #novel #writeblr #urban fantasy #scene #I hope how big Lulu is comes across because this lady is like nine feet tall and I think that's important #yes I am just sharing what I write as I write it #I think I'm done for the day though #pale blood #Pale Blood Scenes

[isleqveen]

faeblooded said:“ i want to either kiss you or kill you right now. ”

kissy sentence starters. | accepting

it’s never a good idea to tease uma when she has a multitude of reasons not to like you. especially when she has a sword in hand and it’s no secret that she’ll use it if he chooses to. uma has no doubt that mal is simply trying to irritate her, and if that is indeed the goal it works...a bit too well. “you take a step near me, and i will stab you.” she replies, ignoring the fact that they're meant to be cousins something akin to allies now, as she raises her sword. pointing it towards mal uma levels a harsh glare at the other, daring mal to try her. 

#faeblooded #&: answered memes #uma vc: i will stab you and have no regrets for it #lmao uma still struggling with the cousin thing? you bet she is

[upwardstrokes]

RELATIONSHIP AESTHETIC: The Core Four

#💎. AESTHETIC / taste me these salty tears on my cheeks. * #faeblooded