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lucky-clover-gazette · 5 months

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Creature Comforts

Rated G | Vidow Cottage AU | 2557 words

Vio notices literal and figurative similarities between Shadow and Pinecone the cat.

I wrote this fic back in September for the Four Swords Winter's Delight zine, which has now been released! Please check out the tumblr page @fswintersdelight for the PDF, which includes art, fic, and other goodies from fandom creators. A special thank you to Kalh, aka @vagueandominousvibes and WriterKalhsScribbles on ao3, for creating and managing the event!

“I love it,” Vio says, turning the rock over in his hand. It reminds him of sunset dragon rides, the heat of the Fire Temple, the sweet taste of marshmallows roasted over fires they set together. “Thank you, Shadow.” In retrospect, Vio knows he probably shouldn’t have been so permissive of Shadow doing villainous things to impress him back in their evil days. It’s something Blue, Green, Zelda, and even Shadow himself have all since commented on, with various degrees of moral judgment. And to his credit, Vio typically attempts to walk it back, to express retroactive distaste for Shadow’s more violent and macabre ‘gifts.’ But deep down, some part of Vio will always take pleasure in the degree to which Shadow will go to prove his devotion. “We should probably dispose of the dead mouse, though,” Shadow mutters against Vio’s lips.

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Evil root beer is not meant to be served warm.

“Okay, yeah, experiment’s over,” Shadow gags, pouring the contents of his stein into the kitchen sink.

Vio winces at the waste. “To be fair, some beverages can be served hot and cold.” He retrieves the pot from the stovetop and begins to wash it, while Shadow sits up on the counter. His expression, Vio can’t help but notice, is almost comically sour.

“It wasn’t that bad,” Vio says, reaching for a sponge.

“It was pretty bad,” Shadow disagrees with an exaggerated shiver. “Oh hey, Pinecone.”

Their cat acknowledges them with a glance as she wanders into the tiny kitchen, headed straight for her food bowl. Wet food waits for her, as always.

Vio turns off the faucet and places the the pot on the drying rack, joining Shadow on the counter. “I know what might get the taste out of your mouth,” he says with a smirk.

Shadow returns it. “Yeah? I’d test that theory.”

Skrch-skrch-skrch.

Their attention returns to Pinecone, who scrapes the tile beside her food bowl with one dainty paw. After a moment of expressing her displeasure, she gives her roommates an indignant stare.

“Why?” Vio exclaims, gesticulating his offense. “It’s the same exact food as usual!”

“Relax,” Shadow says, putting a hand on his shoulder. “I’ll talk to her.”

“You’ll… what?”

Shadow winks, and suddenly he’s not Shadow at all. A lean black cat with familiar eyes replaces him on the counter, taking a quick second to nuzzle against Vio’s leg before he hops onto the floor.

Vio frowns. “Oh, right.”

Shadow crosses over to join Pinecone at her bowl, trilling a friendly greeting towards his three-legged friend. Pinecone sniffs him for only a second before she bonks his forehead.

They two cats communicate in a series of meows and chirps, none of which Vio can understand. After an especially long monologue from Pinecone, Shadow nods and leans down to sample some of her freshly-served, perfectly good chicken pate. After a few bites he consults with Pinecone once again, and then makes his way back to Vio on the counter.

Vio gives Shadow a full-body pet, enjoying the way he leans into his touch. And then Real Shadow is back, doing the very same thing, only his hair is purple instead of black. Shadow’s eyes are closed and he wears the dopiest smile, almost lost in the affection.

Vio clears his throat. Shadow opens one eye, as if remembering where he is and what he’s doing. He straightens his spine and leans against the kitchen backsplash.

“Well, nothing’s wrong with the food,” Shadow says, glancing over as Pinecone scrapes the floor again. “She just isn’t in the mood for chicken.”

“That’s ridiculous,” Vio huffs, crossing his arms over his sweater-clad chest. “I don’t want to waste food, and she’ll get another tin in twelve hours anyway.”

Shadow shrugs. “Seems reasonable to me. She’s fine, just being a little bit of a drama queen.”

“Sounds like someone else I know,” Vio teases. “Experiment’s still on the table, by the way.”

“I’ll ignore the insult if you kiss me.”

Vio indulges Shadow for only a second before he pulls away with his own exaggerated disgust. “Cat food! Your mouth tastes like cat food!”

Shadow bursts out laughing. “Sounds like someone isn’t in the mood for chicken!” Leaning back, he slams his head against the upper cabinet. “Aw, sh—”

Vio pats Shadow comfortingly as he reaches towards the shelf.

“Vi, what are you—”

Pinecone chirps happily as Vio opens a tin of tuna pate.

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Vio found the book on cat behavior at the Castle Town library a few days ago, but this is the first time he’s actually been able to read it. Lounging on the couch beside a crackling fire, he hums as he turns the page.

A familiar chirp startles him to attention. Pinecone sits at the foot of the couch, staring intently towards Vio’s lap. He smiles, shifts his book to an admittedly less comfortable position, and pats the wool blanket. “You can come up.”

And so she does, immediately claiming her favorite spot on Vio’s stomach. She circles for only a moment before collapsing, resting her chin on his chest and meeting his eyes. He senses the soft rumble of a purr, and watches as she begins to knead the soft blanket.

It’s a weird angle, but Vio still manages to check the book’s index for ‘kneading.’

Kneading, also known as ‘making biscuits,’ is an instinctive feline soothing behavior.

Vio looks fondly down at his feline. “Are you making biscuits, Pinecone?”

She trills and kneads harder.

“Biscuits are in the oven!” announces Shadow, standing in the doorframe between their kitchen and den. He has flour all over his black apron, and looks very proud of his hard work.

Pinecone hops off Vio’s lap to rub against Shadow’s leg, and Vio finds himself on his feet as well. “You’ve got some flour on your face,” he observes, stepping closer.

Shadow smirks. “Totally not on purpose.”

“Of course not,” Vio agrees, running a finger gently down the other man’s cheek. He wipes the flour onto Shadow’s apron, and then pulls him by the waist for a kiss.

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“Can you maniacs please get the zoomies one at a time?” Vio complains, seated at the kitchen table with a stack of handwritten notes and a warm cup of tea.

Pinecone responds by running straight into a wall.

Shadow, meanwhile, has been bouncing his leg uncontrollably for the past fifteen minutes. Vio finally leans down to place a gentle hand on Shadow’s knee, steadying both his partner and the table itself.

“I know the meeting was long,” he says, meeting Shadow’s eyes. “But we need to finalize this summary while the discussion is still fresh in our minds.”

Shadow glances longingly towards the den, where Pinecone gives an enchantingly peculiar yowling performance.

“She’s fine,” Vio reassures him. “Normal feline behavior, my book said so.”

Shadow sighs, trying his best to settle. “Yeah. I know. I can focus.”

Vio kisses his cheek, free to work uninterrupted for several peaceful minutes.

That is, until he hears the scraping.

Vio’s head shoots up, startling Shadow enough that he freezes mid-action. He appears to have been slowly sliding Vio’s mug closer to the table’s edge.

“What are you doing?” Vio asks, raising an eyebrow.

Shadow appears genuinely confused by his own strange impulse. “I… I’m not sure.” He pulls back his hand and examines it, bewildered. “It’s like I got possessed or something.”

They both hear a loud crash from the den.

Sighing, Vio caps his pen. “Wanna go see what she broke?”

Shadow is already gone.

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This is the third dead thing Pinecone has brought him in a week. Vio winces down at the mouse’s corpse, only wincing harder at his cat’s self-satisfied expression.

“You really shouldn’t have,” he mutters, toeing the ‘gift’ with a sock-clad foot. “Where’s Shadow? He’s supposed to be watching you.”

Pinecone is almost entirely an indoor cat, but during the late autumn Shadow allows her to accompany him into the yard while he chops firewood. Vio can’t really blame Shadow for losing sight of the cat, who at the end of the day is naturally inclined to hunt and present trophies to the people she loves.

“Good kitty,” Vio tells Pinecone, petting her soft little head. She preens.

“Please tell me the cat’s inside,” Shadow calls from the front door, shutting it quickly behind him to keep out the November chill.

From his cozy spot in the den, Vio smiles. “Yes, she’s in here.”

Shadow stumbles into the room, wrapped up in a black and red flannel, still clutching Vio’s Four Sword. “I’m so sorry,” he says, slightly out of breath. “I was trying really hard to split this one stubborn log, and—”

Vio stands up and grabs Shadow by the waist, enjoying the lingering smell of trees.

“Hi,” Shadow tells Vio, tenderly stroking his back. “I’m a little sweaty, are you sure you want to hug me right now?”

“Too late.”

“Ah, I see Pinecone has brought you another present,” Shadow observes, somewhere between amused and disgusted. “I’m surprised she was able to do it in only a few minutes.”

Vio smirks, out of sight. “What a pragmatic little creature.”

Pinecone trills—probably at a bird out the window, but Vio likes to think she understands.

“She learned from the best,” says Shadow, and Vio pulls back to meet his eyes. His hands wander from Shadow’s waist to the pocket of his flannel, which contains… something?

Shadow blushes, and Vio loves that Shadow can still, once in a while, have his bashful moments. “It’s nothing, really, just…”

Vio withdraws the object from Shadow’s pocket and holds it between them. It’s a rock about the size of his palm, ash-brown, with strange irregular jutting edges. Shadow sighs and turns it over in Vio’s hand, revealing a smooth caramel-colored face.

“Found it and thought you’d be interested,” Shadow explains, still slightly embarrassed. “Could make a nice paperweight, too.”

Vio searches his brain for any knowledge of the peculiar specimen. “Petrified wood,” he vaguely recalls. “It’s sort of a fossil, I think. At some point, this area was affected by a volcano, or just a lot of fire, and the trees went through a sort of mineralization process.”

“Do you think that’s because of me?”

Vio blinks, genuinely puzzled by the question.

“Because of all the fire,” Shadow clarifies. “And the volcano.”

Vio releases a short laugh, but stops himself immediately. Shadow is genuinely concerned, he wants to take this seriously. “Love,” he says, reaching for his partner’s flannel-clad arm, “this is a fossil. Its creation might as well be ancient history.”

Shadow exhales. “Oh. Right.”

Vio feels Shadow’s muscles loosen—which, by the way, have become noticeably more pronounced since Shadow started chopping firewood.

“It’s just weird,” Shadow continues, not appearing to notice the blush on Vio’s face. “I know it’s been, like, more than a year since I did those awful things, but I still…”

In retrospect, Vio knows he probably shouldn’t have been so permissive of Shadow doing villainous things to impress him back in their evil days. It’s something Blue, Green, Zelda, and even Shadow himself have all since commented on, with various degrees of moral judgment. And to his credit, Vio typically attempts to walk it back, to express retroactive distaste for Shadow’s more violent and macabre ‘gifts.’

But deep down, some part of Vio will always take pleasure in the degree to which Shadow will go to prove his devotion.

“We should probably dispose of the dead mouse, though,” Shadow mutters against Vio’s lips.

From beneath them, Pinecone hisses.

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The frequency of cat purring has been shown to fall between 25 and 140 Hz. The same frequency has been shown to aid in the healing of broken bones, joint and tendon repair, and wound healing. The combined effects of their relaxing presence and their purr make cats powerful against stress and anxiety. Cat owners report that—

“Put down the book,” Shadow mutters into Vio’s shoulder. “You need to rest.”

Vio sniffles and does as he’s told. Shadow holds him closer, pulling Red’s handmade quilt from fully over them both.

“You’re lucky,” Vio says, his throat dry, “that you don’t get sick very often. It sucks.”

Shadow hums sympathetically. “Strong immune system means I can still hold you, contagion be damned.”

“Are you sure that’s, like, a real thing?”

Shadow kisses the side of Vio’s forehead. It’s warm from his fever, but colder than it had been a few hours ago.

“Hi, Pinecone,” says Vio as the cat joins them in bed. She goes straight to Vio’s chest, plopping down and rolling on her side. Shadow scritches her soft belly with one hand and rubs Vio’s side with the other.

Pinecone’s purrs are immediate and much louder than usual. With wonder in his eyes, Vio gently presses two fingers to her throat. It vibrates steadily under his touch, and a slight press seems to make the purrs even louder.

“I’ll research her anatomy later,” Vio decides. “Too tired now.”

“Good idea,” Shadow says, completely earnest. “I love it when you know your limits.”

Vio musters the energy to roll his eyes. “Well now I have to—uh, Shadow?”

“Hm?”

Vio raises both eyebrows, turning his head to see Shadow’s face. “Are you purring?”

After a second of consideration, Shadow presses two fingers to his own throat. “Huh,” he remarks, self-satisfied. “Would you look at that.”

“Have you always been able to purr?” Vio asks, a little too weak to muster appropriate levels of bewilderment.

Shadow shakes his head. “Must have picked it up from shapeshifting into a cat so often. Neat.”

Vio has so many questions. Does this mean Shadow could just take on any quality he pleases? Could he take on more feline features, like really sharp claws and fangs? Just how weird can he get with this, if he so chooses? Because Vio already has a thing for his fangs, and—

Shadow purrs louder, adding to Pinecone’s steady rumbling. Vio shakes his head, too sick and too comfortable to stress.

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“Please bite me somewhere less obvious next time,” Vio tells Shadow, wrapping a scarf around his neck. Shadow pouts, already bundled up for the snowy walk into castle town, and bats at the scarf’s fringes.

“They look nice,” he says, only earning a huff. Vio agrees completely, but one of them has to at least pretend to care about propriety. “Got your library book, nerd?”

Vio holds up the text on feline behavior. “Got it.” He then tucks it safely inside the tote bag they use at the farmer’s market when it’s in season.

Scritch-scritch-scritch.

“Oh, come on,” Vio mutters, craning his head towards the den. “Pinecone, not the couch! Red just helped us reupholster that thing!”

The scratching stops for a moment, then starts again. Vio pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Sorry, love,” Shadow says, although Vio knows he’s more amused than apologetic. “I think we’re just going to have to accept a certain degree of property defacement. Take it as a compliment—she only wants to claim what’s hers.”

Vio sighs. “Yeah, whatever.”

Shadow removes Vio’s scarf, scrunches it into a ball, and tosses it into the den.

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Shadow works in the kitchen again, while Vio and Pinecone share the couch in front of a crackling fire. She’s right on his chest again, purring away, staring directly into his eyes. Vio is still disappointed that he can’t talk to her directly, but borrowing the feline behavior book definitely helped him understand her. Vio will always treasure the unique bond they share, even if it’s not as verbose as hers and Shadow’s.

Pinecone blinks slowly.

“I love you, too,” says Vio.

Shadow abruptly leans into the den, holding a wooden spoon covered with pumpkin soup. “Did you say something?”

Vio smirks, bumping Pinecone’s forehead. “Not to you.”

Shadow traces Vio’s gaze to Pinecone as she slow blinks again. He smiles, shakes his head, and leaves them to their conversation.

#my writing #vidow #four swords #fs #vio link #shadow link #pinecone is BACK babyyyy #cottage au oh how i missed you <3

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sailorshadzter · 10 months

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Jon dreams of wife and children in Winterfell after Jorah refuses to take Longclaw.

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As he climbs into his bed that night, Jon can’t help but to think back on the day he’s had.

It’s yours, Jorah had said that day, with the smallest of smirks. It serves you well, and your children after you. The sword that had been in the Mormont family for centuries now was in his own hands and he supposes it would be his until his dying day.

When sleep finally claims him, he sinks into the darkness with one hand on the pommel of the sword he would keep until his final day.

The dream begins with the sun glinting off the peaks of Winterfell, the laughter of children in the distance. He’s walking up from the godswood, the snow melted away, nothing but the stone path beneath his feet. As he comes up to cross into the courtyard, he’s met by a dazzling sight; four children playing within. A tall, slender boy of six, perhaps even seven, with a head of dark curls he knows matches his own. Another boy plays alongside him, the younger of the pair, with hair that is dark, but when it catches the sunlight has a reflection of red that reminds him of Robb. There’s another boy, smaller than the first two, cheering loudly, his hair as dark as the oldest of the three. Then, his heart soars when he sees the youngest child, a small boned girl with dark hair, her thumb in her mouth as she watches her brothers playing before her.

He comes closer to the foursome and the boys holler with delight at his arrival, though he’s sweeping the little girl into his arms, the sound of her laughter reminding him of someone. Then, he’s turning, as if attuned to the presence of another, and out from the double doors of Winterfell comes the form of a woman, heavily pregnant, her blue gown trimmed not with fur for the winter, but what he knows must be expensive silk. Though she’s shrouded in shadow, he knows her, he loves her, and he opens his other arm to put around her as she approaches, her twinkling laugh a mirror to the little girl he holds.

And then, he’s awake, with a single name on his mind…

Sansa…

#jonsa #actuallyjonsa #jon x sansa #anon asks #send me prompts #writing prompts #my writing #i wrote this

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pokegeek151 · 5 months

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The Four Swords Winter's Delight zine is out, so I can post my work!

A Great Miracle Happened Somewhere, a Four Swords Chanukah fic

Thank you @vagueandominousvibes for putting this all together!

#latte writes things #fswd23 #fswintersdelight23 #four swords manga #four swords #happy chanukah

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tumbledrylowwest · 1 year

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Queen Lucerra Targaryen’s children

The seventeen children of Queen Lucerra Targaryen part 1.

Corlys Targaryen Stark:

(132 ac. 12th moon, 18th day- 219 ac. 4th moon, 30th day)

Husband to: Ellaria Martell

Titles (in order of receival):

Prince of the Seven Kingdoms

Crown Prince of the Seven Kingdoms

Heir to the Iron Throne

Prince of Dragonstone

Advisor to Queen Lucerra

Prince Consort of Dorne

King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men and Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm

‘The Old King’

‘Four-years King’

‘Corlys the Steadfast’

Eldest son of Lucerra and Cregan, Corlys was named after his great-grandsire, he was the husband of Ellaria Martell, and fathered three children with her.

King of the realm from 215 ac to 219 ac, he has one of the briefest reigns in Targaryen history due to his mother having the longest reign in the history of the Seven Kingdoms.

Rickon Stark:

(132 ac. 12th moon, 18th day- 216 ac. 6th moon, 21st day)

Husband to: Jeyne Manderly

Titles (in order of receival):

Prince of the Seven Kingdoms

Advisor of Queen Lucerra and King Corlys

Warden of the North

Lord of Winterfell

Hand of King Corlys Targaryen Martell

‘Rickon the Stern’

‘The winter dragon’

Second born son of Queen Lucerra and twin of King Corlys, Rickon Stark was warden of the north following his father's death, he married one of his father's bannermen's daughters Jeyne Manderly, the pair had four children.

Always a mature leader, Rickon was an advisor to his family and the Stark holding Winterfell after his mother's accession to the throne under the wardship of his aunt Sara.

Sara Targaryen:

(133 Ac. 12th moon, 25th day.)

Stillborn dragon-babe daughter of Lucerra Targaryen and Cregan Stark, she was lost in a miscarriage caused by the stress of her family's return to the capital and the death of Aegon II.

Aegon Targaryen:

(134 Ac. 11th moon, 15th day- 218 ac. 3rd moon, 12th day)

Husband to: Aemma Arryn

Titles (in order of receival):

Prince of the Seven Kingdoms

Advisor to Queen Lucerra and King Corlys

‘Aegon the Keen”

Third-born, Aegon, was named after his late stepfather to appease any remaining green supporters, a charming child known for his wit and humour, Aegon was seen by many as the image of a prince.

He later married his cousin Aemma Arryn, daughter of his uncle Joffrey, moving to vale to support his wife and cousin in leading the eyrie after their mother's passing.

Cregan Targaryen:

(135 Ac. 12th moon, 30th day- 215 ac 9th Moon, 12th day)

Husband to: Celia Tully

Titles (in order of receival):

Prince of the Seven Kingdoms

Commander of the City Watch

Lord Consort of the Riverlands

Sworn sword to Corlys Targaryen Martell

'Cregan the daring'

Fourth son, Cregan stood to face no greatness as a boy, all three elder brothers' hale and healthy Cregan formed his own path as his brothers' protector, swearing his life to his brother.

Cregan led his family through small battles and civil wars, becoming head of the city watch at six and ten, ending his cousin Daeron's war in Essos in his mother's name, he married his wife lady Paramount of the Riverlands after returning.

Alyssa Targaryen:

(138 Ac. 3rd moon, 26th day- 217 ac 8th Moon, 28th day)

Wife to: Aemon Targaryen

Titles (in order of receival):

Princess of the Seven Kingdoms

Crown Princess of the Seven Kingdoms

Realm’s Delight

Advisor to Queen Lucerra

Master of Coin

Queen of Love and Beauty

Hand of Queen Lucerra and King Corlys

‘The Dragon bride’

‘Alyssa the Cherished’

Alyssa was the first daughter born to Lucerra and Cregan, long wished for by her mother, adored by the realm for her sweet soul and beauty, she spent all of her childhood at her mother's side, serving as her cupbearer in council meetings.

Alyssa long wished to be wed to her cousin Aemon, discomforted by the proposal from her other cousin Aegon, but Aemon saw himself as protector swearing himself to her defence by attempting to join the Queensguard, he was denied and was given permission by his aunt the queen to wed her dear daughter.

Alyssa also served nobly on the council as a woman, serving as her mother's advisor, master of coin, and hand after her good-father and uncle's passing, serving until after her mother's death into her brother's reign.

Rhaegar Targaryen:

(139 Ac. 12th moon, 19th day- 215 Ac. 4th Moon, 11th day)

Husband to: Daena Targaryen

Titles (in order of receival):

Prince of the Seven Kingdoms

Advisor to Queen Lucerra

Master of laws

'Rhaegar the noble'

Sixth child and fifth son Rhaegar was a twin as well, Rhaegar was always close with his cousin Daena, sharing a wild personality as children, Rhaegar was friendly to most and standoffish to those he felt unworthy.

In their older years, Rhaegar was taken with Daena to discover she had been sullied by a man she would not name, Rhaegar married her swiftly to both of their joy and raised the bastard as his own son, naming him Daemon in honour of his twin and Grandsire, he was never told the boy was born due to his cousin assaulting his wife in a drunken state.

Daemon Targaryen:

(139 Ac. 12th moon, 19th day- 217 Ac 8th Moon 20th day)

Husband to: Laena Targaryen

Titles (in order of receival):

Prince of the Seven Kingdoms

Advisor to Queen Lucerra and King Corlys

'Prince of the Tides'

Master of ships

'Daemon the willful'

Twin to Rhaegar, Daemon was also wild in his youth, he was a natural dragon rider as were most of his siblings, the last child before a gap, Daemon spent his youth as the babe of the family.

Daemon married his cousin Laena Velaryon, spending most of his life at Driftmark with his cousins, he was a valiant warrior and excellent swordsman taking after his father.

#asoiaf #hotd #lucerra velaryon #lucerys velaryon #luke velaryon #cregan stark #bigger than the whole sky #you're on your own kid #my art #daena the defiant #daena targaryen #laena velaryon ii #aemon the dragonknight #aemon targaryen

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thewolvesof1998 · 9 months

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any book recommendations you have?

Hi 🩵

I have so many, nobody's shocked, here are some:

The Sunbearer Trials and Cemetery Boys By Aiden Thomas (I read The Sunbearer Trials in Jan and I haven't stopped thinking about it, can't wait for the next book)

Legends & Lattes (so cozy, can't wait for their next book)

The Song of Achilles (this is hyped for a reason)

Ready Player One (First one is all time fav, you can skip the second one)

The Magnolia Sword: A Ballad of Mulan (such a beautiful take on Mulan, defiantly more historical based)

Gideon the Ninth (SO good, I've read two of the four? books)

Boyfriend Material (messy gays, I love them)

Legendborn (loved both books, can't wait for the next one)

Peter Darling (Novella, soooooo good, lovely trans rep)

Gearbreakers (Pacific rim vibes, lesbians sooooo good)

Winter's Orbit (gay, space, politics, arrange marriage)

The Charm Offensive (gay, reality tv show)

Wolfsong (Love this series- gay, werewolves, beautifully written)

Stalking Jack the Ripper (Loved this whole series)

Queen's Shadow and That Inevitable Victorian Thing by E.K. Johnston (Star Wars book about Padme and her handmaidens-amazing story about female friendships) (Sapphic, and actual love triangle that end satisfyingly)

You Had Me at Hola (actors, co-stars, telenovela stars, fall in love on set)

A Deadly Education (The whole series is amazing- dark academia , school for magic, soooo good)

A Little Bit Country (gay, dolly inspired, country music)

The Holiday Trap (LGBTQIA+ romcom, jewish rep, heartwarming story about the holidays and finding your place in the world)

I Kissed Shara Wheeler By Casey McQuiston (queer paper towns)

The Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels (the whole series is delightful, pirate ladies with flying houses)

Thanks for your ask! xx

asks

#wolf gets mail #wolf answers

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firstelevens · 1 year

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one line, any fic

rules: pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the mid point, pick a line, and share it! Then tag 10 people.

tagged by @bisamwilson! Thank you, Mak!

no-pressure tagging: @birdhapley @monroesimons @philtstone @urlbending @ankahikoibaat @sonseulsoleil and I truly can’t think of four more people, so if you see this and want to do it, assume that I tagged you in spirit

hello, welcome home (Spider-Man: Homecoming)

Michelle tilts her head up to look at the sky and tips a half-salute to nothing. “Spider-Man,” she says, as solemnly as she can muster, “if you’re out there, binch, I love you.”

parks and rebellion (Rogue One)

“The people here live in fear of two things,” Cassian had told her once, over waffles. “A nuclear apocalypse and the day the squirrels finally decide to organize their ranks and overrun our town.” It surprised a laugh out of her, loud and delighted, and the grin she’d received in return was so disarming that it should’ve come with a warning.

love on rewind (everything is so throwback-ish) (The Falcon and the Winter Soldier)

Sam hears the click of the switchblade being folded before Bucky’s hand–the right one–is on his wrists, thumb gently running over where the zip tie dug into Sam’s skin.

and now it’s light (The Falcon and the Winter Soldier)

It takes a moment for his words to register, and then a grin spreads across Bucky’s face, slow and triumphant. “Sweetheart, are you jealous of the cat?”

by land, by sea, by dirigible (The Falcon and the Winter Soldier/Cloak & Dagger)

“I’m not sure it’ll be a good look for Captain America to threaten the executives of a mid-sized oil company with blackmail,” Sam says. Before Bucky can offer to do it, he adds, “You either, White Corgi.”

you always say i’m wrong (i’m pretty sure i’m right) (Spider-Man: Homecoming)

There are things that rise to Michelle’s lips immediately — ‘you did this for me?’ and ‘you didn’t have to’ and ‘that is both sweet and ridiculous and now I have to break up with you because if you keep being thoughtful like this I’m going to lose my reputation as a stoic badass just by association’ — but she stops herself from saying them.

if you got the notion (i second that emotion) (The Falcon and the Winter Soldier)

It’s possible that, as Captain America, Sam should discourage this kind of behavior, but sometimes the only thing that cheers him up after a frustrating joint mission is watching an annoying SWORD agent grit out a thank-you when Bucky hands over triple copies of their exhaustive paperwork, all filled out in beautiful and perfectly illegible cursive.

a friend of any sort (The Falcon and the Winter Soldier)

“Maybe next time,” is what he says instead. Then, because AJ’s face falls just a little: “I gotta do some reading first so I can show up your Uncle Sam.”

the way you sound in the morning (The Falcon and the Winter Soldier)

Even half-asleep, Sam is a menace: he retaliates with a nip to Bucky’s jaw and almost makes him spill his coffee.

love at first sight’s for suckers (at least it used to be) (Spider-Man: Homecoming)

She can't help but steal a glance behind her as he walks away and of course his shoulders are super nice and kind of broader than she’d ever realized and Jesus Christ, if MJ sits here any longer she is going to burst into literal, actual flames

#zainab does ask meme things #tbh still v. proud of those good old peter/mj fics #thank you for the tag Mak! this was a whole TRIP through the archive

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omg for that ask meme... okay i find your attention to clothing design super super fascinating, and it makes me wonder if you have a theater background? especially like period pieces, with costumes that evoke certain eras? i like how warm and cozy your art always looks and the fact that it's inked by hand. that shit is SO HARD, are you kidding me? no undo button! i look at the expressions you draw and can just TELL that you likely make them with your own face when you're trying to figure them out on paper. they always look so natural, and it's honestly amazing how well you distinguish the different four swords guys given the fact that they are visually very similar in the manga. you give them personality just through the subtext of their appearances in a really neat and endearing way.

your writing gives me similar vibes where it's like, either you've immersed yourself in certain historical genres and aesthetics for practical reasons, like being in theater or studying them in school, or it's purely through the power of hyperfixation that you're able to channel them seamlessly into your work. either way, i admire it so much. i love how you created an entire world and magic system and tense political environment for the fsaa one-shot, despite it being. a one-shot, as far i know? it adds so much richness and depth to the character beats, and could totally work as original fiction. i still want to hang out in that tavern you described it would probably have bitchin fresh bread

okay i'm stopping now i just love getting an excuse to praise people's art in very specific ways !!

Oh wow, thank you so very much, Sam!! I'll be honest, I wasn't expecting this much in response to the ask meme, but I'm absolutely delighted by it <3

To make it easier for myself, I'll break it down and answer point by point:

Do I have a theatre background? Well, not really. Not unless you count script writing, 4 years worth of D&D, a 3-day improv course I did once, and some basic stuff we did in school one winter. I think I would've loved to be more involved in theatre — either as a writer or as an actress — but at the moment I'm not. That said, script writing and acting have relatively little to do with costumes and designs. When I design clothing for characters, I have two rules in my head: it should tell the viewer something about the character; and it should be practical. That last bit is particularly important. One of the main reasons I started the LiWiAU was because I was annoyed by how impractical some of the LU Links' designs were, and I guess that's carried over into the FS designs (especially the Knights Lodge AU). That's not to say my designs are perfectly practical or deeply researched, but it does mean that I try to make the outfits as plausible and useful as possible. In terms of armour, I frequently default to my partner's superior knowledge and research actual medieval armour, but when it comes to things like winter clothing I have a lot of first-hand experience with it from Scandinavia.

Yup, inking is a one-way street! I also don't have backup sketches or copies, so if I make a mistake, I have to find ways of covering it up or distracting from it!

True! If I'm struggling with an expression, I do try to replicate it on myself to figure out how it works. This actually goes for anything, from expressions to full-body-poses, and it's not unusual that I pause in the middle of a drawing session to figure out what I'm doing.

Thank you so much! I really enjoy making the FS boys look similar but distinctly individual, and I'm so glad that comes across.

So when it comes to writing certain time periods, I'd say that's 50/50 hyperfixation and studies. The particular one-shot you're referring to is partly Dickensian, partly Austen-esque, and I did study both Dickens and Austen, as well as their respective context, in uni, which has given me some insight into the general culture at the time. (I also studied a number of other texts in that approximate time period, which has given me more to work with.)

I still don't know where the world for that one-shot came from, but I think I'm as deeply fascinated by it as you are. I'd love to explore it further one day, either as a fanfic or as original fiction.

#kalh answers #this was so much fun to answer and talk through!!#thank you so much for this <3

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☼☾ ( Bruna Marquezine, twenty-four, she/her , cis female , bournon 10**half sibling ) - have you seen ANTOINETTE BOURBON? we’ve heard through the grapevine that they’re ENDEARING but also HAVE STRONG EMOTIONS. when you think of them , you think of A DELICATE BREEZE DURING A LONG SUMMER AFTERNOON; A LAUGH IN THE SEA OF SADNESS; FLOWER BOTH FRAGILE AND RESILIENT — VULNERABLE AND STRONG.

𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞

⋅ Princess Antoinette was born during a calm, warm summer afternoon in 1783. Daughter of the then King, little Toinette was neither heiress nor spare. The princess wasn't even truly a princess. Bastard of the king, that she was. A perfect blend that would be her undoing ― too royal to be a common, too rabble to be a princess! ⋅ The spitting image of her mother, the young woman carried her true origins in her face. So that she would never forget the sins of her parents and the shame of her birth. Raised in the palace, she soon learned what her place was and what to do and not to do to ensure her preservation. ⋅ As a child, Toinette loved to read and was often caught staying up late to finish a book. The ones she treasured the most told stories about far off places, daring sword fights, magic spells, and princes in disguise. Tales of the new world, its people, sights, sounds, colors and flavors warmed her heart on the long, cold winter nights when she missed her mother the most. At that time, Antoinette was never part of any crowd, because her head was up lost on some cloud. She also learned to like music and tried to become a passable fortepiano player. ⋅ Unable to leave the royal palace, the Frenchwoman needed to find other ways to fulfill her dreams of visiting the lands beyond the sea. Antoinette ended up falling in love with painting and acquired the ability, with her heart, to read poems in the brushstrokes of the artists in the gallery. ⋅ The years passed and from a shy and quiet child, Toinette became a graceful and charming young maiden. Given the conditions of her birth, she learned early on that she needed to distinguish herself from the bunch. And she was as dedicated to her German, Portuguese and Italian lessons as she was to transforming the best parts of her charm into precious jewels. ⋅ The beginning of her 20s were spent pursuing her hobbies and securing a place in her father's heart. After all, Toinette was her daddy’s girl and stepmother’s fellow gossip, always enjoying a good long talk about the strange happenings in the palace.

𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘

With 7 children composed of sons that seems to be every mother's dream and darling daughters, the Bourbons, the French Royal Family, had a full house! Perhaps too full, thought Antoinette sometimes. With so many sibling, the youngest among them was sure of two things: — that it was always only a matter of time before arguments broke out; and — that he needed to distinguish herself from the bunch. With that, she discovered how very effective it was to make oneself likable. She follows the rules of etiquette when she must, though she also knows when to break them, the right moment to turn another’s expectations on their heads in order to draw forth a delighted laugh and smile. Antoinette became daddy's little girl and her mother’s fellow gossip, she smiles and praise her siblings survive on the palace without being used as pawn in a power play. Well versed in the art of flattery, mixing the sincere with the calculated, she knows just the right buttons to push in order to preserve herself. Yet, she still has a certain hopeful naivety to her. She looks upon the world with stars in her eyes, trusting everyone. Antoinette dreams of distant lands, horseback riding in measureless fields of daisies and a gentleman to be her prince charming.

𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞 tba

𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 tba

𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔩𝔰 : tba

#qht : characters #char : antoinette #antoinette : biography #francehq.intro

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bakuliwrites · 1 year

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hello hello may i request hello/goodbye kisses for leonie from fe3h :O

I would be delighted to write this! I haven't written for Leonie before, so this will be a lot of fun! Thank you for requesting this! All rules for this event are here, my requests are open!

Good-bye Kisses from Leonie (FE3H-Post Time Skip)

The hour is early, pale sunlight filtering through the windows of your bedroom. There's a chill in the air, winter's icy breath creeping under the doorways of the house, infiltrating the warmth of your shelter. Slowly, you stretch your limbs, a groggy yawn escaping your lips as you roll over, seeking some cozy cuddles from your partner. However, the bed next to you is empty, sheets thrown back haphazardly. The spot where Leonie had been resting beside you is still warm, so you know she's not been up for long.

Sighing, you begrudgingly rise from the mattress, slipping on a robe and shoving your chilly toes into a pair of fuzzy slippers you keep at the foot of your bed. You shuffle, exhausted, out to the kitchen, drawn in by the strong scent of Leonie's favorite Four Spice blend tea. Her lithe body leans casually against the kitchen counter, staring out the window above the stove across from her.

"Good morning!" she greets jovially, smile as bright as the sun on the horizon.

"Morning," you mumble, allowing her to wrap you up in her arms, grateful for her body heat, "You're awfully chipper for this early in the morning."

"Training doesn't wait, honey," she returns with a wink, "Mercenary work is a full time job. Can't let the cold of winter or early morning stop me. It never stopped Jeralt!"

You chuckle, giving Leonie another squeeze before she pulls away. Draining her cup, she sets it aside and slings her pack over her shoulder. You trail after her as she makes her way to the front door, noticing her sword and shield already leaning against the wall. She stands in the doorway, adjusting her gear. Leonie is the very image of one of Jeralt's mercenaries. Though she bears no physical resemblance to him, she's somehow the spitting image of the man. She carries herself with confidence, grips the hilt of her sword with expertise.

She catches you staring, a devilish smirk spreading across her round face.

"How do I look?" she teases, doing a little twirl so you can get a better look at her.

"Like a real merc," you laugh, letting her pull you in close. Leonie crashes her lips against yours. She tastes spicy, sweet like the tea she was sipping on earlier. She lingers for a while, letting you run your fingers through the strands of her fiery hair. The moments before she leaves for her training or for a mission always feel sacred to you. The world can be a cruel place, so you and Leonie always take the time to quietly remind yourselves how much you mean to each other. Enveloped in her embrace, you feel safe, and you hope she feels the same wrapped up in yours. Leonie leans back every so slightly, eyes sparkling as they meet your gaze. She smiles warmly.

"Bye," Leonie whispers, breath fanning gently against your lips, "Be back later today. We can spend the evening together. I promise."

"Be safe," you return, stealing one last peck before she darts out the doorway.

A/N: Thank you for reading and for requesting this!

#leonie pinelli #fire emblem three houses #fe3h #leonie x reader #leonie fe3h #dani writes #kissing event #danis requests #fe3h fanfic #fluff #drabble #post time skip

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Comprehensive Biography of Zhang Zi

Zhang Zi, styled Ziyi (張咨字子議; d. Winter 190), was a civil official who was the Grand Administrator of Nanyang.

Ancestry

Zhang Zi came from Yingchuan Commandery.[1]

Life

He was famous.[1]

Death

Around 190, he presumably became Grand Administrator of Nanyang because Zhou Bi and Wu Qiong, whom Dong Zhuo held high opinions of, advocated for Zhang Zi to be appointed to office.[6] Despite Dong Zhuo giving him the post, he intended to contribute his troops to the Guandong Coalition.[2] However, he was killed by Sun Jian before he could do anything.

There are two accounts of his death. The official biography of Sun Jian states that when Sun Jian and his army arrived in Nanyang, he sent men to request military supplies from Zhang Zi, who was allegedly calm abut the arrival.[3][4] Zhang Zi asked a subordinate of his, who said,

"Jian's neighboring commanderies have officials that have not been asked by him."

So Zhang Zi declined Sun Jian.[4] However, Sun Jian offered cattle and wine to Zhang Zi if he intended a feast, which Zhang Zi did the next day. When Zhang Zi became drunk, the registrar of Changsha entered the room and told Sun Jian,

"Previously, you sent [orders] to Nanyang, but the roads and pathways are still unruly and military supplies were not provided. I ask that you arrest [Zi] and have me interrogate him in his intentions."

Zhang Zi heard this and became very greatly afraid and tried to leave, only to be confronted by Sun Jian's army on all four directions. Shortly after, the same registrar again entered and told Sun Jian,

"The Grand Administrator of Nanyang has halted [raising] righteous troops and so caused the traitors to not then be suppressed. I ask that you arrest him and take him out to judge him and have military law carried out."

Thus Sun Jian dragged out Zi to the army gates and beheaded him.[3]

The second version from the Records of Wu by Hu Chong stated that when Sun Jian arrived at Nanyang, Zhang Zi did not give out military supplies and was unwilling to even meet Sun Jian. Sun Jian wanted to attack Zhang Zi because he feared Zhang Zi would be a future threat, so he pretended to have become seriously ill. He had his army act as though they were fearful and trying to save his life desperately. Eventually, Sun Jian sent his close relatives to tell Zhang Zi that as Sun Jian was supposedly very will, he wanted to have his troops given to Zhang Zi. Zhang Zi was delighted and led 500 or 600 infantry and cavalry to Sun Jian's camp and visited him. Sun Jian was lying down when he met with Zi. Without warning, Sun Jian rose up, pressed his sword against Zhang Zi, and scolded him. Afterwards, he beheaded him.[5]

Legacy

Zhang Zi's death frightened the people of Nanyang Commandery that they gave Sun Jian what he wanted without fail. The commandery itself was given to Yuan Shu, but his government was very unpopular.[6]

Personal Info

Name: Wang Rui (張咨)

Style name: Ziyi (子議)[1]

Death date: Winter 190/Spring 191 (11th/12th lunar month of 1st year of the Chuping era)[7]

References

[1] - 【咨字子議，潁川人，亦知名。】《英雄記》

[2] - 初，卓信任尚書周毖、城門校尉伍瓊等，用其所舉韓馥、劉岱、孔伷、張咨、張邈等出宰州郡。而馥等至官，皆合兵將以討卓。】《三國志•董卓傳》

[3] - 【比至南陽，衆數萬人。南陽太守張咨聞軍至，晏然自若。堅以牛酒禮咨，咨明日亦荅詣堅。酒酣，長沙主簿入白堅：「前移南陽，而道路不治，軍資不具，請收主簿推問意故。」咨大懼欲去，兵陳四周不得出。有頃，主簿復入白堅：「南陽太守稽停義兵，使賊不時討，請收出案軍法從事。」便牽咨於軍門斬之。郡中震慄，無求不獲。】《三国志•孫堅傳》

[4] - 【袁術表堅假中郎將。堅到南陽，移檄太守請軍糧。咨以問綱紀，綱紀曰：「堅鄰郡二千石，不應調發。」咨遂不與。】《獻帝春秋》

[5] - 【初堅至南陽，咨旣不給軍糧，又不肯見堅。堅欲進兵，恐有後患，乃詐得急疾，舉軍震惶，迎呼巫醫，禱祀山川。遣所親人說咨，言病困，欲以兵付咨。咨聞之，心利其兵，即將步騎五六百人詣營省堅。堅卧與相見。無何，卒然而起，按劒罵咨，遂執斬之。】《吳歷》

[6] - 【會長沙太守孫堅殺南陽太守張咨，術得據其郡。南陽戶口數百萬，而術奢淫肆欲，徵斂無度，百姓苦之。】《三国志•袁術傳》

[7] - 【冬十一月…孫堅殺荊州刺史王叡，又殺南陽太守張咨。】《後漢書•孝獻帝紀》

#zhang zi #sun jian #yuan shu

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IT'S HERE!

For all those who want a physical print of Winter's Delight: A Four Swords Zine, the PDFs are now available to download here. This is a Google Drive folder containing the files "Print_cover.pdf" and "Print_interior.pdf". These have been tested and adjusted to fit Lulu's printing system. You will need both files to order a print copy through Lulu.

(We also want to put in print here that we make no money off of this, nor do any of the artists, writers, or interviewees featured here. This has been, and continues to be, a wholly voluntary project. The only costs involved are printing and shipping costs, which are paid directly to Lulu upon ordering.)

To place your order, do the following steps:

Download "Print_cover.pdf" and "Print_interior.pdf".

Go to https://www.lulu.com/create.

Scroll down to 'Magazines' and click 'Print Your Magazine'.

Click 'Start Your Magazine'.

At this point Lulu might ask you to either sign in or create an account. Follow directions on screen.

Once you have signed in or created an account, you should be taken to a page called 'Start Your Project'. Here you want to make sure you select all the correct options.

Under 'Select a Product Type', ensure 'Magazine' is selected.

Under 'Select a Goal', ensure 'Print Your Magazine' is selected.

Under 'Magazine Details', use any variant of "Four Swords: Winter's Delight 2023" for 'Project Title', select 'English' as language, and select 'Entertainment' as category.

Click 'Design Your Project'.

Under 'Interior File Upload', upload "Print_interior.pdf". This may take a moment. You may here receive a notification that some of the content in the file has a low resolution. Disregard this notification. This is due to the section breaks in some of the fanfics, which have printed perfectly fine in the test copy.

Once the PDF has been uploaded, continue to 'Book Size and Page Count'. These sections should have been automatically filled in, but if they haven't, ensure the book size says 'US Letter (8.5 x 11 in / 216 x 279 mm)' and the page count '110'.

Under 'Interior Color', select 'Premium Color'.

Under 'Paper Type', select '70# White - Coated'.

Under 'Magazine Binding', select 'Paperback'.

Under 'Cover Finish', select either 'Glossy' or 'Matte'. The test copy is matte, but if you prefer a glossy cover, it makes no difference with regards to the final price.

Under 'Design Your Cover', select 'Upload Cover File' and upload "Print_cover.pdf". Again, this may take a moment.

Once the PDF has been uploaded, you can check under 'Magazine Preview' that all the pages have been uploaded correctly.

When ready, click 'Review Magazine' towards the bottom of the page.

You will be taken to a new page called 'Review Your Magazine'. Here, click 'Confirm and Publish'. Once it has processed, you should be able to order your copy.

Happy reading and enjoy your printed copy!

— Kalh

#fswd23 #fswintersdelight23

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Special Guest - Leigh Stratton - Author of Realm of Ice and Shadow - #AuthorInterview / #Giveaway - Great Escapes Book Tour - @leighstratton1 @leighstrattonauthor

Realm of Ice and Shadow by Leigh Stratton

I am delighted to welcome Leigh Stratton to Escape With Dollycas today!

Hi Leigh, Please tell us a little bit about yourself. I grew up in a small town on the south shore of Eastern Long Island, but I recently traded in cold, damp, gray winters for the warmth and sunshine of Central Florida. I live with my husband, daughter and son-in-law, two sons, and four dogs. In addition to the two fantasy series’ I’m currently writing, I also write inspirational romantic suspense and cozy mysteries, work as a freelance editor, and homeschool my thirteen-year-old son. In my spare time, which is rare, I enjoy spending time with my family, walking (while taking pictures of scenery and wildlife), and reading. What is the first book you remember reading? I remember reading a picture book called So Big when I was around three. I must have read it often, because I can still remember some of the words. What are you reading now? I am currently reading Sarah J. Mass’s Throne of Glass series and loving it! What books have most inspired you? I’ve probably been most inspired by the Lord of the Rings books and the Harry Potter series. Losing myself in them inspired me to create worlds of my own. Do you have a special place where you like to write? I most often write in my library, where I can close the door and have quiet, a typical writer’s cave. But I love taking a notebook outside to write by the pool or the garden. It’s so peaceful. Where do the ideas for your books come from? Everywhere! I think of ideas all the time. I can be having a conversation with someone, and all of the sudden an idea will strike. Sometimes while I’m reading or watching TV I’ll get an idea. Since I write them down on whatever is handy at the time, I often have piles of Post-it notes, receipts, even napkins with story ideas jotted on them beside my computer. Is there anything about writing you find most challenging? The most challenging thing for me is getting that first rough draft down on paper. Other than that, the most challenging aspect of writing is finding the time to do so. What do you think makes a good story? I think the most important thing is to keep it interesting, keep the plot moving forward, keep throwing hurdles up for the characters. I tend to enjoy reading and writing stories with more action.

Which, of all your characters, do you think is the most like you? Yikes, that’s a difficult question. I am not at all adventurous, and yet my characters tend to be. Half the things they do, I would never even dream of. I think if I had to choose one, I’d say Ryleigh. Only because she is extremely maternal toward her younger sister, Mia. What makes your books different from others out there in this genre? I think Realm of Ice and Shadow is a bit different because it takes place in both a medieval-style fantasy world, with swords and dragons, but some of the characters come from the modern world. Mia, Ryleigh’s younger sister, is appalled when she realizes she can’t bring her cell phone to Cymmera with her. What’s next on the horizon for you? My current goal is to somehow get through writing the ten or so books I have contracted over the next two years. I have two more YA fantasies due to release next year. I enjoy writing cozies, and I’m hoping to continue with all four of my current series’ as well as adding one more which I’ve begun plotting. I also write an inspirational romantic suspense series, which I’d like to continue. In addition to that, I’d love to write a YA fantasy series about the seven deadly sins. Thank you so much for having me and for sharing the release of Realm of Ice and Shadow! Thank you Leigh so much for visiting today! Keep reading for more info about Realm of Ice and Shadow.

Realm of Ice and Shadow Young Adult Fantasy 1st in Series Level Best Books, Level Elevate (November 7, 2023) Number of Pages 210 Digital ASIN ‏ : ‎ B0CKV9K5PG

Seventeen year old Ryleigh Donnovan is certain her life is cursed. Nothing ever goes smoothly, and her first job interview is no exception. An earthquake rocks the building, sending Ryleigh on a frantic search for her younger sister, a search which lands her in the hospital. Terrified they'll push her for answers she can't afford to give, Ryleigh flees with a mysterious stranger. Jackson Maynard is about to be ordained as a Death Dealer, a warrior for the Kingdom of Cymmera, but first he must pass one more test. When he fails to acquire the human girl the prophet has chosen, he's forced to stand trial for treason. Banished from his realm, he seeks out the girl from the vision, Ryleigh Donnovan, and together they embark on a journey to save his dying kingdom. Great Escape Praise for Realm of Ice and Shadow by Leigh Stratton Realm of Ice and Shadow is a unique fantasy tale about other realms, hidden heritage, and a prophecy to save a kingdom. I really enjoyed the story, characters, setting, and the author's writing style. I was pulled into the book and kept engaged by descriptive scenes, wonderfully written and imperfect characters, and a mystery I just had to figure out. ~Sapphyria's Books 5 stars! Exciting and immersive fantasy with strong characters and creative world-building! Realm of Ice and Shadow is the first book in author Leigh Stratton’s suspense-filled romantic fantasy series, Kingdom of Cymmera, and I was quickly immersed, I recommend REALM OF ICE AND SHADOW to readers of suspenseful young adult fantasy, fantasy, romance, and suspenseful romantic fantasy. ~Boys' Mom Reads!

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libidomechanica · 2 years

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“Dear pig, are you hold Thee”

A limerick sequence

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And whisper’d, fly! Men and bite back in the little time, I come, thou art may return, join and grave man I lose those tears or glowing? On which how them through to master.

Shorn, weak race of false world was gone; Within the deeper. Where did giue; they list the chilliest from a select and denied its cruel coxcomb, in his Supremacy.

To teach tears mix’d Gothic Babel of a million. Catch not look appeared the maps the snow, as whence with dew, and Fashion, were to be, and the lips and the shoes. And you.

Love approach’d my whimsies; but I found there: o keeper was low, and purple blossomed Muses’ love you, Love. The next generous, resume, thou presence gies to bee.

The apples: for I will very sun than mine. Get no more than Nanie, O. Sometimes careful was but once gone, to the forest of the top, he is so brimful of dawn.

Unequal young, because to mute and pale and Mrs. Where thou art forget that wasn’t a disaster. That appear be in a vision of Marlborough’s martial feasts.

Arsenic, arsenic, arsenic, arsenic, arsenic, arsenic, arsenic, such are not revere: most suspense from my soul may take. The vales and a leg.

Tis the cottage down she stars or glowing echoes broke up and bright have parted. When I thy plane, imagining tongue that I did not touch’d, but her in Florida.

Like a basketball. So clear prime forest; for their ruffled locks where be none other mind;—’God save them, from human heart droop there, entered an old tale Arabian.

Rife with should fain him at a trice: what in the balloons rest: if at moral taught my woe? Archimedes said, ’twas not an early tread, and the grave! Every day, wretch!

Your visions private affairs appear where I dream of deathly ache; till then? Hart rouse: such I might’st him in thee. Or papers echoes— like a mere mode of nation sounde.

The watch, and Baskets of frankincense. Many a snake, knowledge, and press my love, I lose that it simple trees and pride, he laid, or wander story I am old?

To change maladies a strange rest. My beloved’s, and sighed, but that is this the left behind yonder his desired, a maze of amendment, this is strong. I wound?

The golden urn. An old old woman’s voice I see the view, repentant sky, while the scanty strings, queens, and both together. The runaway boy when t was a chime.

Who lived presence to the golden dreamed of champagne? He laid on train but took my staff stood at any thine their days about on the session spreads around a strange route.

Invincible sport, and wide, I call our childe to speak out. When I speak plains of Dura, reaping all things which flag, with apparel me relief; ah, more I return.

That dawn that I did many a short- legged of thys stounding the window, half a hardened lava. In all Minds beside. For the turn around him not of Abelard!

And forest wyde, without shadows flee away, the love you deeply by ourself known. Assist me, Heav’n I lose expressive nuptial song and grew like dust we parted.

Kind to every same, counting bird thin, those rose on my beauties yet unborn. But I know; so never was melted care of marble Attic. It is fidelity.

At the waves, and gay, living Love of our bed will ye. This wat’ry floor to and flits the wood a Piggy, I will not beautiful pea greens I picked my very night?

There was welcome away, where all the grosser sense enough, the Braine. Hand doors, taking within her breathing as the hopes first, and cinnamon, without these ruined walls!

At a presence, whilst I stay; sad proof display’d. Looked around and always premising soul love you beckon from another meet but if one to shift, my spouse Nancy.

I love you get no motion of the nights, rooks, on whose grace was I in his toil, and gone; and pastures to give me thy mouths should this westerns as one. You walk with me.

In gazing on dinner; and Lord Henry also there he use or seem but a license doth not breast. Also my limbs their churl, make som pleas’d to shift the world’s great cruel.

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