#scorpio races

[valleys-lily]

"The ocean knows your name, Sean Kendrick. Make another wish."

#the scorpio races #scorpio races #maggie stiefvater #sean kendrick #kate conolly #thisby #the raven cycle #asethetic #dark aesthetic

[moonshinemagpie]

Maggie Stievater planned a companion to The Scorpio Races

#maggie stiefvater #the scorpio races #scorpio races

[gouachemole]

“It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die.”

Happy (belated) Scorpio Races day!!! 🐴🩸

[Image ID: A digital drawing of Sean from The Scorpio Races novel. He is riding a panicked horse and is holding a clump of berries towards the horse's nostrils. Choppy waves crash around them. The drawing is mostly black and white except the red berries and the horse's red eye. End ID]

#sean kendrick #the scorpio races #scorpio races #kelpie #capaill uisce #kelpies #my art #maggie stiefvater

[bluheaven-adw]

Happy Scorpio Races day everyone

#scorpio races #maggie stiefvater #first of November

[moftor537]

My capaill, Embla

#capaill uisce #horse #scorpio races #capaill #november #october

[lesbianboyfriend]

oh shit it’s it is the first day of november and so today somebody will die day. for all who celebrate

#jules.txt #scorpio races

[skaldofskarmouth]

In traditional folklore, capail uisce can sometimes turn into handsome young men who woo human women. I feel like there could be some kind of parallel between women leaving Thisby for the mainland/ a man from the mainland and the idea of a shapeshifting water horse seducing women in human form to eat her or break her heart (similar to a selkie.)

#the scorpio races #tsr #maggie stiefvater #scorpio races #kelpie #capail uisce #capall uisce #mythology #folklore

[fitfawn]

It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die

Is it time for my annual reread of The Scorpio Races? You bet your sweet asses it is.

#maggie stiefvater #scorpio races #annual tradition

[fancifulpurposelesslovely]

This book is so fucking good oh my god. Listening to Maggie's author's note at the end. I love her so much. Have I told y'all how much I love Maggie Stiefvater? It's so fucking much.

I just love her so much. Her mind, her work, the way she thinks about writing, the love she puts into her stories, the snark. The way she loves and hates publishing.

I love a book that knows all the conventions of its multiple genres, and that's the Scorpio Races. If this isn't the epitome of a horse girl book, and the epitome of a love letter to a small town and staying home, and the epitome of a slow teen romance, and the epitome of a fae story...

Anyway, my sappy ass has to go to sleep now. Hopefully my dreams will be all Sean Kendrick and none flesh-eating horses.

#maggie stiefvater #scorpio races #fox reads sr #DONT MIND ME AND MY HERO WORSHIP

[wander-wren]

HOLY SHIT I ALMOST FORGOT

it is the first day of november and so, today, someone will die.

even under the brightest sun, the frigid autumn sea is all the colors of the night: dark blue and black and brown. i watch the ever-changing patterns in the sand as its pummeled by countless hooves.

they run the horses on the beach, a pale road between the black water and the chalk cliffs. it is never safe, but it is never so dangerous as today, race day.

this time of year, i live and breathe the beach. my cheeks feel raw with the wind throwing sand against them, my thighs sting from the friction of the saddle, and my arms ache from holding up two thousand pounds of horse. i have forgotten what it is like to be warm and what a full night’s sleep feels like and what my name sounds like spoken instead of shouted across yards of sand.

i am so, so alive.

as i head down the cliffs with my father, a race official stops us. he says, “sean kendrick, you are ten years old. you haven’t discovered it yet, but there are more interesting ways to die than on this beach.”

my father takes the official’s upper arm as if the man were a restless horse. they have a brief exchange about age restrictions during the race. my father wins.

on the way down to the water, we are jostled and pushed by men and by horses. a gray uisce stallion rears up, its rider jerked at the end of a lead. i slide beneath it and find myself facing the sea, surrounded on all sides by the capaill uisce—the water horses.

they are every color of the pebbles on the beach—blue, black, red, gold, gray, brown. riders hang bridles with ribbons and flowers to lessen the danger of the dark november sea, but i wouldn’t trust a handful of petals to save my life. last year, a horse trailing red tassels and daises tore a man’s arm half from his body.

they are beautiful and deadly, loving us and hating us.

[…]

i don’t often think of my father strung out amongst the frothing surf. instead, i think of him as he was before the race: afraid.

i won’t make the same mistake.

#bird noises #scorpio races #when i was in my junior year of high school i decided randomly to memorize as much of the book as i could #at one point i had the first two and a half pages #this is about the first one and two thirds and i think instarted to fuck up at the end #plus the last lines of the prologue bc theyre Cool #can i prove that i did this from memory. no. does it serve any purpose except showing off my One Weird Trick #also no #actually it does READ SCORPIO RACES ITS COOL AS FUCK #AND NOVEMBER IS LITERALLY THE BEST MONTH TO DO IT #except october maybe but that ship has sailed #maybe i’ll try to re-memorize the prologue. for funsies

[valleys-lily]

"It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die."

#rereading the scorpio races #the scorpio races #scorpio races #maggie stiefvater #sean kendrick #kate conolly #the raven cycle #dark aesthetic #aesthetic

[zephyr-two]

Sean Kendrick’s brain: the sky the sand the sea and corr and you’re handling that horse wrong you fool

#most realistic part of #scorpio races

[pickleandthequeen]

I feel his pulse in my pulse, his energy in mine, and I know this is the mysterious, terrifying power of the capaill uisce. We all know it, how it seizes you and confuses you and then you are in the water before you know it.

#scorpio races #the scorpio races #capall uisce

[lucimiir]

Puck races again.

That wasn’t the plan, when she made that first mad decision to ride. When, against all odds, she and her island pony crossed the finish line ahead of all the men of Thisby. No, that had been born of necessity, and a wild brush with death, and surely, surely, had been a fluke.

But she races again.

Puck loves Dove, with all her heart, and Dove is the bravest and strongest and fastest and loyalest of horses. But Dove is not a cappail uisce. She can beat them in a race, but there is no magic in Dove, just good old island grit. Puck thought that was all she needed, but the first time she rode Corr she suddenly could see why Sean Kendrick had one foot in the sea.

The Thisby she knows and loves is ponies grazing on weedy grass and November cakes and Father Mooneyham in front of the stained glass of his church, but it is also stormy waves against chalk cliffs and the beady eyes of the mare goddess and the dark of the Scorpio sea. Thisby is wild, and free, and old, old, old. And Thisby is the cappail uisce, and the cappail uisce are Thisby.

She’d never thought she’d ride one, and never thought she’d race again. But she finds that once she’s tried it, she has to do it again. Kate Connolly, Puck Connolly, Kate Kendrick, learns to love the water horses. She rides horses, of both varieties, raised in a yard that is hers, hers and Sean’s, and come November she and a fierce red mare line up beside all the men of Thisby and wear their colors proudly.

When the men on the beach shout “Kendrick!” they generally mean her husband, but they learn to be just fine if it’s her that comes running instead. She may not have the magic Sean does, but he’s taught her the ways of his beloved horses.

Occasionally, she goes to the mainland and rides races on breathtakingly fast horses who have never once tasted meat. The mainland racetracks don’t like a woman on them any more than Thisby did, but they do like a spectacle, and Kate Kendrick is just about the most spectacle you can get. She hates it, hates the prissy crowd and the clamoring reporters and the stifling uniforms and the hours spent on a ferry, feet away from the same watery death her parents faced, but when the gates open and the race is off she remembers just how much she loves the feel of a horse beneath her, and just how much she loves to win.

But the cappail uisce, they make her feel wild and free too. They are Thisby, as is she. And she realizes, eventually, that the cappail uisce don’t put one of her feet in the sea. They sink both feet even deeper into the island.

#the scorpio races #scorpio races #character study #tumblr fic #ficlet #puck connolly #kate connolly #kate kendrick #sean kendrick #thisby #I feel very strongly that puck rides the cappail post canon because of the way she reacted to riding Corr #also I’m really really loving the interpretation that Sean is the sea and puck is the island

[now-that-i-saw-you]

How does she keep coming up with those fucking weird plots

#scorpio races #the raven cycle

[november-storms]

“The sky and the sand and the sea and Corr.”

My yearly tradition of drawing water horses! This is my version of Corr. I went for a more monstrous look this year and I am quite proud of it! (You can see last years version on my Instagram @sokatmatt_art and old capail uisce drawings by scrolling through my shit storm feed)

Super excited about the way this came out, especially the lighting. Expect more fanart in the future!

Anyways! Please do not repost my art without permission ❤️

#the scorpio races #original art #capaill uisce #digital illustration #scorpio races #water horse #artists on tumblr #capall #Sophie’s doodling again #myth #mythical creatures #maggie stiefvater #thisby