All I've Ever Wanted Is A Story

I'm fairly convinced that I once had an epic adventure, complete with dangerous quests, and wolves and witches and old world Gods that no longer walk the earth, that I just happened to forget.

[bigskycastle]

the old cistern beneath the flood control system

[levreblogs]

I love all these arts so much, gosh ><💙

the first one reminds me of Disco Elysium

[cy-lindric]

On the hundredth day after the new year the heralds come to the doors of the city, announcing the arrival of the Golden Caravan at the farthest stop of its route ; like every year, citizens and travellers will surely gather at the western door to see it come to pass.

Right behind the banners as customary are the sculptor priests, foremost of the stonemason orders, bringing in this year's votive masterwork for the festivities. The black and white steppe oxen precede the arrival of the head guild architect, charged with the safekeeping of the citizens' sacred geometry. The graduating apprentices and newly welcomed novices walk besides the draftsroom carriage, bearing the icons of the Citizen Architects Guild : ardor and patience. Out of the kilns of the imperial workshops come delicate masterwork sought after the world over ; the sister-ceramists are selected from various key regions of the trade system and bring their local styles to the imperial production. Those workshops are the northernmost stop on the caravan's route.

Behind the masons, the torchbearers announce the arrival of the metalworkers' guilds, chief of which the head goldsmith on a palanquin of her own design. The braseros and forges are continuously tended by guild kindlers as to remain lit throughout the entire voyage of the caravan. Second to last comes the host of the manticore, behind the braseros of the master kindlers. It is believed that the creature requires her caretakers to be pure of heart and most diligent ; the honour is bestowed only on the highest performing apprentices of the smithing guilds. On the last day finally, behind the last of the apprentices, the crones of the chain count the days left to craft, keeping misfortune at work away, and, some even say, Death itself.

[xanaxfarts]

Arches National Park, Utah photo: Elliot McGucken

[thecollectibles]

Tarot Deck (part 2) by Perci Chen

[thecollectibles]

Black Party by Bason Chen

[thecollectibles]

White & Red Dragon by Romain MAZEVET

[mommyminotaur]

It’s about devotion and obsession. It’s ALWAYS about devotion and obsession. And hunger. It’s love with teeth.

[lymphwyrm]

[fragmentedink-archived]

YALL. Holly Black has a list of resources she's used for writing her books on the fair folk. I'm OBSESSED. I love her work and world building. it's so true to the heart of faeries

[void-botanist]

Some other resources that might be worth checking out (not strictly about faeries but related):

The Corpus of Electronic Texts, or CELT, a collection of Irish cultural materials. This includes English translations of Irish myths.

Mary Jones - similar to CELT, and a resource we used for translations in the Irish mythology class I took in undergrad.

An Encyclopedia of Fairies by Katherine Mary Briggs, a British folklorist.

The Folklore of Cornwall by Ronald M. James. Unfortunately this book is harder to access and is often only in university libraries, but if you're interested in piskies it's a potentially very helpful read.

Traditions and Hearthside Stories of West Cornwall by William Bottrell.

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

British Goblins by Wirt Sikes is THE encyclopedia of Welsh faerie mythology

[dcvina-claires]

i am a tragedy enjoyer before i am human

[mournfulroses]

Simone de Beauvoir, from a letter to Jean-Paul Sartre, featured in Letters to Sartre

[mournfulroses]

Velimir Khlebnikov, from The Collected Works of Velimir Khlebnikov; “Lyrics,”

[metamorphesque]

"dead doesn't mean absent...", tathev simonyan

[unusual-suspects]

[mournfulroses]

Anaïs Nin, from a letter to Joaquin Nin, featured in Reunited: The Correspondence of Anais and Joaquin Nin, 1933-1940

[keymintt]

(to taste) only enough to know what you cannot have

[sadmates]

I am not meant for casual love. I was born for soul consuming love and obsession.