Evil Katey/Good Katey

Reminder for anyone interested in taking advantage of the one-day early half-off wingsex sale for Life as a Fairy Thrall (Fairy Compacts #2) that the first novella in the series is free and easy to find!

hawthornetaylor:

Cover by cberniez

Reminder that Fairy Compacts #1: The Dangers of Fairy Compacts, is still and always will be free.

Good reasons to read it:

-It’s free. Mentioned that part already, I know, but hey.

-It’s cute.

-It contains a sassy fairy.

-It contains a sweet forest-priest.

-It contains wingsex*.

-It does weird things to the whole “bonded mate” trope. (For the record: it’s a trope that usually squicks me hard—but it’s not what it seems here!)

-The sequel is coming out this weekend. Fairy Compacts #2: Life as a Fairy Thrall.

*If you are unfamiliar with how awesome sex is when it involves a character with wings, please allow Aeron and Tam to enlighten you.

Disclaimer: The Dangers of Fairy Compacts is an LGBTQ erotic romance, and decidedly not for children. 18+ only, please!

Cover by cberniez

Reminder that Fairy Compacts #1: The Dangers of Fairy Compacts, is still and always will be free.

Good reasons to read it:

-It’s free. Mentioned that part already, I know, but hey.

-It’s cute.

-It contains a sassy fairy.

-It contains a sweet forest-priest.

-It contains wingsex*.

-It does weird things to the whole “bonded mate” trope. (For the record: it’s a trope that usually squicks me hard—but it’s not what it seems here!)

-The sequel is coming out this weekend. Fairy Compacts #2: Life as a Fairy Thrall.

*If you are unfamiliar with how awesome sex is when it involves a character with wings, please allow Aeron and Tam to enlighten you.

Disclaimer: The Dangers of Fairy Compacts is an LGBTQ erotic romance, and decidedly not for children. 18+ only, please!

missatralissa:

2econdp2iioniic:

shavemeinthemorning:

operamatic:

ukeaco:

I would just like to point out that the beginning and end of Spirited Away creep me out in the most delicious way possible. I’ve always been a fan of fairy tales, and not just the Grimm and Anderson stuff, almost all my life. Like the honestly faerie court stories.

Themes you see in those reflect strongly in this movie, and comparing them side by side just makes it that much more stark.

Often times you hear that if you get sucked into the fairy realm, you shouldn’t eat their food. It gives them power over you. More often than not, heroes finally escape the fairy realm after what they perceive to be a very short time (a night or a week)…

…only to find that seasons or years have passed.

‘Hey, it’s all dusty in here. Is this someone’s idea of a joke?’

CRAPPING SHIT I WHY HAVE I NEVER NOTICED THIS

This always freaked me out a little as a kid. Like the OP, I couldn’t help but wonder how long REALLY passed. I always pretended it was something like a week but… Judging by that moss, I can’t say for sure.

A week? Try much MUCH /MUCH/ longer. The plants are a good indicator but a better one is the statue. We’re seeing it from the same angle in each shot. Look in the first one before she enters, it’s not NEW but you can tell what it is.

Now look at the second frame. It’s so eroded it’s just a dull, flat stone.

That thing is solid stone, that must have taken up to, if not more than, a DECADE to wear down that much.

Not to mention that there are new trees next to the car. Just remember how long it actually takes for trees to grow real quick.

Evidence is suggesting they were in there for maybe around 20-30 years.

I always wanted to know just how long they were in there.

Cover art by Ruxandra Lache

Click on through for upcoming novella news~

Feel free to click through, but long story short:

1. Free m/m fairy story.

2. Awesome cover featuring man-boobs.

Click on through, but in summary, this cover art by C. Bernard is adorbs like whoa.

ancreatur:

muchneededmerch:

caffeineandcarpaltunnel:

geneticist:

A fairy ring is a naturally occurring ring of mushrooms. They are also known as pixie’s rings, faerie circles, or elf circles. The English believed that fairy rings were where fairies came to dance and celebrate, the mushrooms of the rings were used as stools for the fairies to recuperate during the evenings festivities. (OP)

#also they would take children who would walk into said circles

you walked into the wrong neighborhood motherfucker

There’s actually a small one of these in my backyard by the river. 

Thanks to torchwood faeries scare the fuck out of me now.

TOPICAL.

Do not fuck with the fairies. Yeats was a dirty propagandist. Etc.

(via missatralissa)

fuckyeahillustrativeart:

Arthur Rackham

So Rackham is pretty much an insta-reblog, not gonna lie. That last one is mind-bogglingly fabulous.

(via fuckyeahvintageillustration)

Where the magic comes from: giant fucking crystals yay!

The magic in Scripped is kind of an understated thing. Yeah, it takes place mostly in another world just over the edges of ours — Appalachian Faerie, right? But the magic the fae themselves perform is very small and often accidental. Whether that’s because they don’t know their own capabilities or because they have no real use for it is anyone’s guess. They tend not to ask questions, as is sad but perhaps expected in a population that’s been oppressed for a century.

Click on through for the giant fucking crystals. (Again, I say, yay!)

I’m giving away books! Ah, but of course, there’s a catch. Indulge my whim for large guest lists by clicking through…

I’m having a Valentine’s Day party. You’re all invited, but you have to bring a guest – a fictional character from one of your favorite books. There’s no limitation on genre, place of origin (yours or theirs), or whether or not I’ve read the book before, but there is one catch. You are officially on a date with this character.

You can be as serious or as ridiculous as you like in the answering, but I would particularly love it if you’d tell me why you would take this character out on a date.

Click through for me babbling about writing, SCRIPPED, and a sneak peek at LIAM that you can’t find anywhere else <3

Scripped Soundtrack, day 15 (The End)

The Verve: “Appalachian Springs”

The cabin smelled like cedar and the fireplace. Alien and old, like a memory he was desperate to keep.

Tal tasted like the ground, like the mines, like dirt and rocks. He tasted like home.

-From Scripped by KV Taylor (YOU CAN NEVER GO HOME)

What the hell is this? (Day 1) (Entire Soundtrack)

Scripped Soundtrack, day 14

Fleet Foxes: “Tiger Mountain Peasant Song”

Creeping fae frost over his lips, his tongue, tasting like that place, making his heart seem even louder, almost painfully loud. Cold in his nose, in his head, down his throat—

It ended, and Tal turned as if to leave.

Jonah pulled on his hand. “More.”

Tal looked over his shoulder. “It’s dangerous.” But he knew Jonah knew that.

“Don’t fuck around. You know what I want. At least help me.” Jonah’s voice cracked a little. But he managed.

-From Scripped by KV Taylor (YOU CAN NEVER GO HOME)

What the hell is this? (Day 1)

Scripped Soundtrack, day 13

Radiohead: “There There (The Boney King of Nowhere)”

He wandered for what might’ve been hours, until the sunlight started to fade behind the mountains, and the sounds of animals disappeared.

Then he paused.

No animals. No deer crashing through the underbrush. No winter birds overhead. No squirrels throwing acorns.

Nothing.

His body went on high alert, goosebumps breaking out under his thin warm-up jacket. He hadn’t felt that since—

Movement from behind a tree, something thin and brown.

Jonah’s heart stopped, and he almost had the presence of mind to wish it would never start again.

-From Scripped by KV Taylor (YOU CAN NEVER GO HOME)

What the hell is this? (Day 1)

Scripped Soundtrack, day 12

The National: “Available”

Jonah wondered how hard it would’ve been to teach Sela how to do this, and smiled into the kiss. Impossible. Cold little psychopath never would’ve managed this kind of feeling, and definitely not this kind of warmth.

Tal, maybe. He’d at least put some effort into it that last time.

Jonah pulled his lips off Jenny’s, kissed her neck instead, swatted the thoughts away. Thoughts that he could almost excuse when he was alone and desperate for company. But not now.

Her hot little fingers trailed downward, slipped below the waist of his track pants.

That’s when he started to panic. She probably knew already— he was either slow getting it up or had the world’s smallest equipment, and seeing as she saw him in a Speedo every day, she probably wasn’t buying the latter. Not that it was anything impressive, but—

Lower still, and there was a distinct threat of her deciding to do away with his pants altogether, the way she was gripping the waistband now.

Jonah’s heart raced, but not in the right way.

-From Scripped by KV Taylor (YOU CAN NEVER GO HOME)

What the hell is this? (Day 1)