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kassoshire · 8 months
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Your bed is extremely uncomfortable. In fact, it keeps moving. Cracking an eye, you realize you are laying on top of a very broad, very green chest and while you can feel that your orc is wearing pants, you are very, very naked. You must have shifted out of your rabbit form in your sleep, after he carried you in his coat all day to keep you from the rain.
He opens his eyes wide, mouth moving in panicked silence. You're terrified of what he might say, so you slam your lips into his fiercely, taking what you've dreamed of for years.
Your rabbit instincts agree, fucking is the solution to so many problems. He kisses his way down your neck until he reaches your chest.
“Oh Precious,” he rumbles, “you're a fucking feast. I’ve been imagining you naked since the moment I saw you again.” He presses your breasts together and nestles his face between them. “But these beauties make my mouth water.”
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herebegiants · 7 days
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kingmakerpod · 3 months
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nyktomorphia · 2 months
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Success: Finally drew the Halved in the middle of the paper
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natureintheory · 8 months
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A collection of wearable 3D art inspired by science:
✦ NEW: Wave-Particle Duality Pendant ✦ The Wave-Particle Duality Rings ✦ A Candle in the Dark: Lantern Earrings
Available now on Shapeways!
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Original designs © Olena Shmahalo / Nature in Theory
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virtuallyleslie · 2 months
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Congratulations Moniquill Blackgoose!
TO SHAPE A DRAGON'S BREATH is on the official reading list for Best First Novel with the Locus Awards
The Locus Awards are reader awards! You decide the winners!
Just go through the poll: https://poll.voting.locusmag.com
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anoelleart · 8 months
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Intro 💃🏾✨
Hi! I'm Alyssa (she/her). I'm a scientist, artist, and writer. I've decided to throw my writing into the void and see what happens!
I'm educated as a scientist, but I spend my free time drawing, painting, writing, and playing music. I've been writing my whole life, but I first shared my work on Wattpad. I started writing consistently again a few months ago. I primarily write science fiction/fantasy with a touch of romance.
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My current WIP is titled "The Protolith."
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[Stock credits: Cathleen Tarawhiti, Faestock, Digital Curio, Phoenix Rising on DeviantArt]
This novel follows Charlotte, a biracial medical student and noblewoman who seeks to bring honor back to her disgraced family. This second world fantasy takes place in a world scarred by an ancient, unexplored meteorite, in an Empire where the traditional theocracy and sexually liberated culture are constantly at odds. Follow Charlotte as she faces unexplained magicks while haunted by past, romantic affairs.
I'd love to meet other authors! Pls reach out if you have similar interests so we can be friends : )
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The Protolith
Posts:
WIP Intro
Blurb
Book Cover
The OCs & Character Intros
Thoughts on "Representation in Fantasy Settings": 1 2 3
Part 1 Playlist for Chapters 1-6, 7-12, 13-19
Chapters:
The Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Excerpts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 (not chronological)
[I only post the first scene from each chapter, so please click the "read more!" link to read the entire chapter]
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rachelillustrates · 1 month
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By the power of the Gods and the Untiring Ones, I am eleven years sober today.
(What? How? Being the resounding thought in my head – though, see the answer above! This past year has been another full of challenges and internal growth that makes me want to pull out my lovely long hair, but even with that – even FOR that – I am grateful.)
Gratitude also to everyone who’s held my hand along this path, and happy St. Paddy’s too – be careful if you’re out there, and spare a thought for the richness of Irish culture, if you can.
Go raibh maith agaibh as mo shaol 🍀
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Reminder – In recognition of current Earthen atrocities – all proceeds from any new pledges on my Patreon this month will be donated to UNICEF. Information on all pledge levels here.
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Bonus art and stories ~ Prints, comics and more!
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cerilndomace · 3 months
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Fortitude's Prize is now out in the world!
Get ready to dive into a fantastic world of flying ships, found family, and pirate heists as you follow Edward through the Atlantic Skies onboard the Vulturnus.
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rrougarou · 3 months
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Old painting I did of the Celtic god Cernunnos or Herne. I’m a big fan of Celtic mythology and Cernunnos is one of my favorite gods. This is more of a gas lamp fantasy version of the god, a “what if people new stopped worshiping him” kinda deal.
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alpaca-clouds · 6 months
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Let me talk about vampires and running water for a moment
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When writing on my NaNoWriMo fic yesterday, I encountered a problem. The finale involves a ship on the Chionthar. And then I ran into the problem that in DnD vampires cannot cross running water. And for just a moment I thought about changing the finale, but then I decided: You know what? No, I don't. Because the entire "vampires cannot cross running water" thing is stupid anyway.
And given I got really annoyed about this a few weeks back when James Somerton did his really bad vampire video, let me quickly talk about this.
Because this has a very specific origin that actually has nothing to do with the vampires per se. Now, yes, technically it should be noted that in some areas of pre-helenistic Greece in ancient times there were stories involving the undead and the cursed being unable to cross water. But in those stories it usually was at times linked to running water - but at times linked to saltwater, too.
The idea of running water is fairly simple in that regard. Running water would wash away blood, death and decay. In dry regions such as Greece, water that came with fall would often wash away animals that had died and stuff that had collected in half dried riverbeds.
Yet, we do not quite know whether that had actual influence on the vampires. Because the reason for the vampires is probably a very different one.
If you look into historical vampire mythology, you will find that those are mostly common in Eastern Europe. Now, you can make a lot of arguments on whether or not certain other undead creatures from mythology are vampiric. But what we actually understand as vampires are all based on a certain subtext of creatures from Eastern Europe. They usually have some of the features we do associate with vampires today. Including that they are undead and they drink either blood or the live energy.
Now, those myths were especially common east of the Danube. Which is something that the people in Europe noticed. You got to understand that to them the stories were real in some regards. They believed that those vampires existed. So, the fact that barely anyone had stories about them west of the Danube meant clearly one thing: The vampires could not cross the Danube.
And that is how this myths came up. It was the idea that vampires could specifically not cross the Danube, which in many of the older religions of Europe was also closely linked to gods of water and life. So, it was not about the running water, but about the Danube specifically.
It was just that when Victorian England picked vampires up and their usual standin for unspoken sexual desires and sexual deviancy, that they kinda started to slowly broadened it. But the more than that those early Hollywood monster movies influenced the idea that indeed, vampires could not cross water. (Gentle reminder: It was also Hollywood who got us "vampires cannot go into the sun", which is not linked to the original mythology!)
So, yeah. It is not actually a mythology thing. it is more... complicated.
And also, I kinda just hate the idea, because I always just imagine a vampire running into an invisible wall, because there is an underground river somewhere, and the vampire can just not get across lol Like, call be a pandantic geologist, but running water is freaking everywhere.
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kassoshire · 8 months
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As often happens, you wake to the hard bar of your monster's cock at your back, his hand groping for your breast. You're never sure who started it, but you grind back against him regardless. He groans, deep in your ear as his other hand glides under your nightgown. His fingers slip easily over your clit, pressing and circling as growls in your ear. You wiggle against him wishing he was filling you instead. He chuckles darkly, his tusks grazing your neck as the hand from your breast shifts to pin to you him.
"please, I need your cock," you beg, only for his arm to grip harder.
"ah, ah, ah, precious. I like you like this, caught and squirming against me, such good, sweet little prey. I want you to come for me, previous, and then I want you to run."
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the-cypress-grove · 6 months
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Prompt: 95
In the capital everyone wears masks. The rich wear porcelain carefully sculpted to their face with ornate patterns of goldleaf, a fresh mask for each occasion. In the slums droves of children gathered around peat fires and raced through the lingering smog in newspaper masks crafted to shock the midtowners they pickpocketed.
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kingmakerpod · 5 months
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Upset that Shadow and Bone got cancelled before its third season? Looking for something that will scratch the same itch?
Allow us to introduce ourselves.
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THE KINGMAKER HISTORIES is the story of Colette, a repressed, socially awkward seamstress whose life is upended when, on her 25th birthday, a magical crystal starts growing out of the side of her head. It's a gaslamp fantasy audio drama set in an alternate version of Europe in the early 20th Century, where magic is just another type of science, and monsters are an accepted part of life.
If you love loveable rogues, interesting magic systems, political and military intrigue, and women who can make people explode, look no further. The first two seasons are now complete- that's 21 episodes, one crossover special, and a cast and crew Q&A. Find it wherever you get podcasts!
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suzannahnatters · 1 year
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Ok so I wrote a whole steampunk trilogy about these two bejewelled idiots
so let me tell you about George V and Mary ("May") of Teck.
From the photo - woman dressed like a wedding cake, man wearing the Milky Way - you might think that this is a picture of privilege.
Well, yeah. You're right. Mostly.
Her name was Princess May, and she was Europe's least eligible spinster.
Although she was of royal blood, May was descended from a "morganatic" marriage - her grandfather on her father's side had married a commoner - in fact, a countess (gasp!) - on condition that their children would not inherit his small German duchy. May's two aunts never married, because no self-respecting German prince would be seen dead in a ditch marrying the offspring of a mere countess. May's father got lucky because over in England, Queen Victoria was struggling to cope with her cousin, MARY ADELAIDE. Mary Adelaide was fat, thirty-two, unmarried, more popular than the queen, and completely uncontrollable. Under the circumstances, the discovery of an unattached prince too beggarly to be picky was an absolute godsend. The English were too broadminded to care about the countess, and nobody else (as someone joked unkindly) would "venture on so vast an undertaking."
The marriage was happy, but extravagant. By the time May was 16, the family was so deeply in debt that they had to run away from England to avoid their debtors. For the next two years they lived in Italy, where May was able to get an excellent education in art history, languages, singing, and painting.
After returning to England, May took an interest in visiting the poor and collecting funds for charities. Serious, diligent, and intelligent, May hoped that one day she would have an important role to play in the world…but how? She was not royal enough to marry into royalty, but she was much too royal to marry beneath her.
It was Queen Victoria who decided to play the fairy godmother. One day, quite unexpectedly, she invited May to join her at Balmoral. Several days later, Prince Eddy also arrived. Eddy was Victoria's grandson, third in line to the throne, and thus (if you overlooked the affairs with married women, and the scandals, and the venereal disease, and the sub-zero IQ) the most eligible bachelor in the whole British Empire. In Victoria's opinion, what the future King of England needed most was a good, smart, steady wife. She'd already tried to arrange several other matches for Eddy, including one with Princess Alix of Hesse (who would go on to marry Tsar Nicholas II of Russia, a match which would in no way help to precipitate a violent revolution and end in a hail of bullets, blood, and diamonds), but all of them had failed. Now, she thought May would do.
Perhaps May thought it was her only chance to achieve lasting financial security. Possibly she agreed with Victoria that the future of the British Royal Family depended on Eddy marrying someone with half a brain. Maybe she even hoped for love. When Eddy proposed, May accepted.
Just weeks before the wedding, May was staying at Sandringham for Eddy's 28th birthday celebrations when he came down with influenza. The next day, he developed pneumonia. Five days later he was dead.
More than a hundred years later, we can be excused for looking back and feeling that both May and the whole British Empire dodged a significant bullet there. To Eddy's family, it was a crushing tragedy. One who mourned him was Eddy's younger brother, a steady, hard-working, unimaginative naval officer named George. Prince George was not just dull as dishwater and nearly as badly educated as his brother, he was also significantly healthier, smarter, and more disciplined. Now, with George taking Eddy's place as heir to the throne, many immediately began to think that George should take Eddy's bride as well. After all, Queen Victoria had already gone to the trouble of vetting and approving May, and why should all that work go to waste?
Among those who thought so were May's own parents. When Eddy's family went on holiday to the south of France to grieve in peace, May's parents packed up their daughter and followed. George dutifully called on the family, and over the next few months, as May travelled around Europe, she and George corresponded via letter. Emotionally constipated as he was, George had grown used to writing heartfelt notes to his deaf mother. May was also painfully shy. Signs were against them, but the two managed to become engaged in 1893 after significant prodding from both their families. Shortly afterwards, they exchanged these hilariously awkward letters:
MAY: I am very sorry that I am still so shy with you. I tried not to be so the other day, but alas failed, I was angry with myself! It is so stupid to be so stiff together and really there is nothing I would not tell you, except that I love you more than anybody in the world, and this I cannot tell you myself so I write it to relieve my feelings.
GEORGE: Thank God we both understand each other, and I think it really unnecessary for me to tell you how deep my love for you my darling is and I feel it growing stronger and stronger every time I see you; although I may appear shy and cold.
The rest, of course, is history. George married May in 1893 and in 1910 they succeeded to the throne as King George V and Queen Mary of Teck. In between ruling the colonies with a rod of iron (George), amassing a small fortune in fabulous diamonds (May), and wearing some of the era's most luscious fashions (both) the two of them remained as deeply in love as ever. When George took a dive in a newfangled invention named a submarine, May, standing on the Portsmouth quay, could not repress a passionate effusion of concern:
"I shall be very disappointed if George doesn't come up again."
ALSO May had a dollhouse that was a miniature copy of their home! The library contained VERY TINY BOOKS by literary luminaries such as Oscar Wilde and Rudyard Kipling! AND over the bed in the main bedroom there was a tiny sign hanging - "May George? - George May." I'm sorry but I love them. I'm not sorry at all for all the grand silly fun I had writing them both in Miss Sharp's Monsters. Though I'm afraid that at no stage was the real Princess May impersonated by a clever clockwork automaton containing a bomb intended to blow up Queen Victoria. I made that part up.
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natureintheory · 8 months
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New particle physics jewelry:
The Wave-Particle Duality Pendant
More pictures of the whole collection in this post, and here:
✦ OlenaShmahalo.com/project/objects ✦ Shapeways.com/shops/nature-in-theory
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