#winterdark

[azzandra]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

I've started updated this again (at least a few chapters more). This would be the beginning of what I'd dub the Prince Prosper arc.

Anyway, the summary for those previously unaware:

Hector is sent back in time, in what he thinks is a straightforward quest to prevent his home village from being destroyed. But the person responsible is someone he grew up alongside, and the second time around he has started noticing things about her that flew completely over his head initially. Maybe life in the village wasn't so idyllic for everyone. Maybe there's even more going on here than he realized.

[ashenalchemy]

Offerings for the Winterdark

[a-tatter-of-crows]

The Holidays of Perchta, a playlist by tattercrow on Spotify

Soungs and sounds for passing the cold, dark holidays. (Hooded Figure in the Snow, Len Speier, 1975. The photographer said he never knew who his subject was - they vanished moments later.)

[azzandra]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Decided to move updates to Monday instead of Tuesdays. Also I’m going to break the 30k word mark this week by the looks of it.

[azzandra]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

The last update for a while, but I actually did post a chapter before this, I just didn't link it on tumblr.

[silvereyeddryad]

Business Casual is OUT.

The dress code is now Business Aggressive. It is Power Suits and 80′s shoulder-padded blazers with lapels sharpened to a gleaming point. It is pearls glistening with desire and messenger bags fashioned from the skin of your enemies.

The dress code is Cleopatra, venomous as the asp that bit her. It is fingers heavy with gold rings and still-beating hearts. The dress code no longer requires hobbling oneself in delicate skirts and kitten heels. It now allows capes and swords, hunting boots and shit-kicking boots and kinky boots; or whatever vaguely wild and threatening outfits make you feel at home in your office-cum-Temple. The dress code is not about quiet passive-aggressive whisperings behind closed office doors. It is about screaming rage in the echoing hallways until those who have always stood in the way of your true power quiver and foam at the mouth. The dress code is no longer Business Casual. Please let your employees know.

[melladys]

He held it tightly to him, cradled close, even as she held her arms open to receive it. It pulsed in his great hands like a living heart, sometimes stronger, sometimes weaker. He shook his head, a bit more of the gleaming bronze velvet fading from his antler crown. . “I am afraid to give it to you,” he admitted, “I am afraid that you will be too much for it.” . She smiled, the action soft as new-fallen snow but not without a tinge of sadness to it. “I will be what I will be. In that you have no say,” she replied truthfully, her honest stark but not brittle. “You have done your gentle best, but Time must move forward, and so must we, Autumn King.” She held out her pale hands again. // To read more of this Winterdark's installment of Magical Modernity, clickable link in my bio and posted in comments. . Merry Christmas, Blessed Yule, and Happy Holidays, dear ones. #writing #fiction #urbanfantasy #solstice #winterdark https://www.instagram.com/p/CJFNFO-LYxL/?igshid=10xwqhwuaoc67

[melladys]

Deep-Snow Silence My eyes droop, and my body relaxes beneath the weight of weary. Winter is here. Rest is needed.