Chapter 7 is finished! A close shave, Acts of Service, and realizations.
...outtakes, featuring The Animal.
Hello all,
I realize I haven’t made a post in a while. I’ve made some things in the meantime but haven’t gotten around to taking nice pictures, such as a 1910s shirt and breeches. It’s a bit harder in the summer since I tend to avoid going outside.
Until then here are some other pictures that were taken in the fall.
(I wonder if you can tell which one of these my friend took without me noticing)
sanguinarysanguinity asked:
Is there more of Heron Husband Literally you would like to share?
Certainly, thank you for asking! Here is another snippet:
A log broke in the fireplace, sending up a great flare of sparks.
“May I ask you something very rude?” Alison said, after a minute’s consideration.
Keith smiled. “I dare say you have earned it; though I may not answer.”
It was a fair enough condition. “Have you always been– as you are?”
“Was I bewitched, you mean? No; it is a family curse. My father was similarly afflicted, and similarly uncautious; he gave his feathers of his own good will to my mother, and once committed, was bound till his death.”
“You never told me this,” Ewen said, sounding subdued.
“Foolishness, I think, must be a Windham trait. We are forever throwing ourselves into straits we cannot escape from; it is no wonder the family runs to soldiers. No, thank you,” he said when Ewen raised the bottle, “I am a little drunk already.”
Alison had not expected even this much; she was startled when he went on.
“Of course,” he continued, “I am not sure my father considered himself trapped. All too often the shackles are strengthened by affection; he loved my mother, little good though it did him, and I…” he trailed off.
She glanced at Ewen. His air was all sympathetic interest; one hand clutched the skirts of his coat so hard that his knuckles had gone white.
a-garibaldi-is-a-fish asked:
ask game,,, heron husbands (literally)? literally herons or literally husbands?
Thank you! I think I was asked exactly this question a while back! Literally heron– this is my Crane Wife/Swan Maiden AU fic for The Flight of the Heron.
Snippet below:
The rain had swept over the ridge in a long gray curtain; Ewen only just managed to reach the house before the storm did. Now water ran in streams down the hill into the loch, and the high lonely keening of the wind could be heard faint outside the windows.
He stilled. Yes– a cry, almost inaudible over the rain. Standing in the doorway, he could see little but the mist rising over the heather. There, again– not human, yet he knew the voice.
country artists Adia Victoria, Allison Russell, Joy Oladokun, Amythyst Kiah, and Brittney Spencer photographed by Miranda Barnes for Vanity Fair, interviewed by Tressie McMillan Cottom (x)
all blonde men deserve to be put through an evil maze against an evil spectre of themselves who sows deep worries and thoughts about themselves
*boards your ship/sloop with my mysterious past* Pray tell what are your thoughts on sodomy. Sodomy. Thoughts? Opinions on sodomy? Question: Is there any risk I'm getting flogged.