#ch: juniper

[enkindlephoenix]

waiting.

[moondust-bard]

It’s Juniper’s birthday!

[moondust-bard]

Potent Poison, Treasured Tonic: Character Intro Masterpost

Elowyn

Juniper

Holly

Linden

Rowan

Acacia

Cassia

Laurel

Olivia

Myrtle

Willow

Hazel

Queen Ileana

King Karlens

Lady Aisling

Lord Adair

Lady Katrina

Leondra, the knight

King of Spring

Queen of Spring

Hessina of Summer

Annika of Winter

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[moondust-bard]

Character Study Sunday

Introducing… Princess Juniper Beatrice Onyx “Juni” Fleetwood

Species

Half-faerie, half-human

Birthday

September 5th

Sun Sign

Virgo

Ruling Deity

Crow god

Court Allegiance

Spring Court

Faerie Scent

fennel and rosemary

Key Traits

impulsive

rebellious

brash

passionate

adventurous

Hobbies

gambling

riding motorcycles

Skills

dancing

singing

knife throwing

Learn about the wip here

[moondust-bard]

Hi starsong

Can you give me a metaphor to describe each of your blorbos?

A fun fact about me is I had to ask for clarification in regards to the term ‘blorbo’. If I’m understanding correctly, a blorbo is any character— be them from an established fandom or your own work— one daydreams about, fixates on, or otherwise turns their mind to for the purposes of escapism and entertainment.

While contemplating this new-to-me word, I encountered a post lamenting the dominance of male-aligned blorbos in fandom spaces. Apparently, it’s more common to see people openly obsess over such characters. I figured I’d do my part to further the female-aligned blorbo agenda by sharing with you the twelve “princesses” from my urban fantasy fairytale retelling.

Without further ado, here are the metaphors I thought up to describe the twelve “princesses” of the story.

Elowyn is that first crisp, dark breath of autumn breaking through the bright summer haze

Juniper is a crowded bar colored by cigarette smoke, strong liquor, and the glow of crooked neon signs

Holly is the warmth of fresh baked bread lovingly shaped by steady hands

Linden is the ruthless precision of a disciplined artist after decades spent honing their craft

Laurel is a steaming mug of curative tea sipped on a stormy night spent curled up in bed

Rowan is a bold, burning flame of determination in the quiet gloom of despair

Acacia is a sturdy, stolid mountain among flimsy, frantic reeds

Cassia is glossier than the pages of a fashion magazine— the wide, white-toothed grin and flutter of thick, black eyelashes she offers the crush of paparazzi just as artificial

Myrtle is every bit the coiled serpent— poised, beautiful, and unmistakably deadly

Olivia is owlish in her large, round reading glasses, her thin frame perched upon the window seat, an open book clutched in her hands

Willow is that first vivid swirl of paint on a stark, blank canvas

Hazel is a cheery shaft of golden sunshine shattering the dull morning’s fog

At first, I had the idea to compare each of the sisters to their sacred animal. In Faerie, each being has one, the identity of which depends on birth details and some religion-based world-building derails. After writing a few of the above metaphors, however, I changed my mind. The sisters’ sacred animals will remain a mystery for now. One or two did slip through, though…

Belatedly, I realize you tricked me into writing, Sleepy. Was that your scheme all along? Because it so worked.