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Centuries ago, the necromancer Kondo-Kana left a scar half a continent wide. Now Rowan is paying for the damage done. Exiled from her home for what she is, she takes the only chance at freedom she might ever get and runs away with a wandering Knight.

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Calling all fantasy writers, role players and just general enjoyers!

“ITEM OBTAINED” as said above, and if you saw me reblog the author/illustrators post, @thesamssketchbook, is a book compiling different fantasy items. 59 items in total, this book will be perfect for fantasy writing and games - we already use some items in our dungeons and dragons campaign and it’s super - BUT needs to be funded before it’s possible for you to use it all!

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A/N: This story came to me in the middle of the night and I had so much fun writing it. I hope you enjoy it. Sebastian doesn’t know you are pregnant; you are almost four weeks and you can’t bring yourself to tell him until faith intervenes.

I placed our breakfast on the table and turned my back as his sleepy silhouette slid into a seat in the kitchen island. I turned the kettle on and reached into the cabinet for two mugs. I retrieved two spoons when he spoke.

“I had a dream last night.”


“I dreamt that you were pregnant.”

The spoons clattered to the floor.

I bent down slowly and picked them up, placing them on the counter, my hand shaking as I thought back on last night when I told him I was pregnant, but he was in a deep sleep, did his subconscious hear me?

I laughed feeling his eyes as they followed my movements. “That’s too funny.” I say as I scooped two spoonful of grounded coffee into the maker and its low hum filled the kitchen a few seconds later.

“Isn’t it?” he laughed.

The kettle began to whistle and I filled my mug with the water and I stirred his coffee and placed it front of him. I sat across from him and reached for the bacon strip on my plate. His phone rings and he answered it, my phone buzzed and he slid it over to me. I swiped the screen and saw that it was a text from Ann asking if I told him.

I looked up at Sebastian who was fully immersed in his phone call. I replied and she volleyed another text, I replied again and I placed my phone on the table and dug into my breakfast. My phone buzzed again, but I ignored it as I bit into another strip of bacon. He hangs up a few minutes later, his demeanor tense.

“What is it?” I asked as I sipped my tea.

He sighed. “I’m sorry, Doll, but there is nothing I can do.”

“About what?”

“Andie is going to be at the cast brunch, I thought she was overseas.” I stared at him blankly. “We don’t have to go.”

“And how would that look? You can go and I’ll stay back. I’m the unnamed plus one remember.”

He rolled his eyes at my comment. “That’s not an option, I want you there. If you don’t go then neither will I.”

“Don’t be silly.” I paused. “We’ll go.”


I was in the bedroom getting ready when I heard a commotion in the bathroom and I eyed the door cautiously.

“Sebastian are you alright in there.” I called out which was followed by a loud thump and then expletives one after the other.

“Fuck!” He exclaimed.

Sebastian emerged from the bathroom, dripping wet and annoyed with a towel wrapped lazily around his torso and his phone in his hand.

“What is it?” I asked as I peeled my eyes from his dripping body while ignoring the ache in my warmth.

“Change of plans, babe.”

“OK.” I mouthed as I stepped out of my olive dress and placed it on the back of the chair that I fell heavily into.

“Voicemail from Sal.” I nodded silently, knowing what he was going to say before the words left his mouth.

His agent Sal only left voicemails when he didn’t want to face the immediate wrath of Sebastian. He does this when he needed Sebastian to fly out with little to no notice; another joys of dating a celebrity, the unexpected change in their schedules.

“How long?” I asked.

“Doll, I’m sorry.” He says kneeling in front of me. I felt the moisture from his body dripping against my leg.

“Sebastian, how long?”

“The minimum three days.”

I sighed. “It’s not a problem.” I say.

He kisses my lips, praising me for being understanding and his sweet nothings and adoration worked because in the next moment his towel was discarded on the floor and he was now sitting on the chair and I straddled him.


Since the cast brunch was no longer happening, I decided to go for a walk while Sebastian and Sal met to discuss the details of his trip and his departure, which he told me was later that night. I walked into Twosie, a newborn clothing store and my heart immediately swelled, my hands automatically touching my stomach. I didn’t know exactly what prompt me to do this, but I found myself at the cashier a few minutes later. I tucked the bag into my handbag and exited the store.


I got back to our apartment, as he was finishing up his packing, which was a small carry-on duffle that held the essential things, everything else would be at the hotel waiting for him. He kisses my cheek as I came into the bedroom; he walked in and out of the bedroom grabbing items to put in his bag. When he went into the living room, I quietly buried the item I bought from Twosie in between the clothing he packed. He comes back into the room as I stepped away from the bag and sat on the edge of the bed, he drops an item into the bag and zips it shut. He turns and we gaze at each other silently before he takes a step towards me.

“I’ll be back before you know it.” He says leaning down and kissing my forehead.

I nod. “I know, I just hate when you leave.” I say, wrapping my arms around his torso, my head resting on his stomach.

He massages my back our moment crashing back to reality as his phone buzzed in his pocket. He steps out of my embrace and knew what that meant. He kisses me profusely and grabs his bag. “I love you.” He says as he exited the the bedroom.

I followed a few paces behind him, he turns one last time to look at me and our unborn child that I already know will have his features. I smiled at him.

****This story ended up being quite long, so I had to make the ending it’s own story, which will be from Sebastian’s point of view. It’s already written, so I’ll post it later on this evening.****



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A/N: As told from Sebastian’s point of view. On the way to the airport he finds out that he’s going to be Dad.

What’s wrong?“ Sal asked. His eyes gazing at me as I looked out of the tinted window into the breezy New York night.

I shook my head. “Nothing, I just hate leaving her like this, I know it can’t be easy with me always on the go.”

“She knows what she’s signed up for being with you.”

“Yeah, I know, we’ve had that talk many times.”

“This morning I was happily having breakfast with Crissie and now I’m here with you flying out to Ireland. I know it can be erratic at times.”

I furrowed my brows. “At times? Sal it’s always like this.”

“That’s because your a hot commodity, Sebastian. It’s the nature of the business you know that.”

“How is Cristine? After the old man’s…” I trailed off.

“She’s dealing like most, she doesn’t say it, but I know she misses him like crazy.”

“I’m sorry, Sal. I know this can’t be easy for you either”

He waved it off. “That’s life, we all have to leave at some point.”

We looked at each other and then I returned my gaze to the bridge we were currently crossing. I reached into my bag blindly trying to find my headphones when a shirt of some sort snagged on the cord.

Sal looks over, “what the fuck is that?”

I glanced at him then back at the tiny pink fabric with daddy’s girl embroided on the front with a baby duck. I pulled it out completely and another tiny fabric comes out this one blue with the embroidery of a brown teddy stitched in the front.

We were both silent me more from shock, staring at the shirts resting on my knee.

“Holy fuck, man. Congratulations.” Sal says breaking the silence.

“I can’t go to Ireland.” I managed to say as the adrenaline filled my veins.

I rushed into the bedroom the onesies clutched tightly in my palm.

“Sebastian.” She gasped. “W-what are you doing here? You’re going to miss your flight.”

I ignored her question, holding up the onesies. “I’m going to be a Dad?” She nodded her eyes filling with tears. “Twins, we are having twins?”

“What? Oh my God! No, yes, maybe, I don’t know. It could be a boy or girl.“

I kissed her deeply. “I’m going to be a Dad?”

“Yes, Sebs, yes you are.”

“The cold you had. It really wasn’t a cold?” I asked.

She shook her head. “Morning, afternoon, middle of the night sickness. It hasn’t been fun.”

“For how long?”

“Babe your flight.”

“Dollface, fuck my flight. When did you find out?”

I sensed her hesitation. “I found out a week before I saw you on location.”

I calculated the time in my head. “It’s been over a month. You kept this from me this entire time.”

“Please.“ She begged. "Don’t be upset. I didn’t know how to tell you, I was scared, I still am. I wasn’t sure if this is what you wanted at this stage in your career and I—“

“Stop.” I interrupted. “You weren’t sure if I wanted this?” I placed my palm under her shirt. “This, this is us, we have created something beautiful, how could I not want this?”

She shrugged. “We didn’t plan this. Was this how you imagined it would happen?”

“Doll life isn’t perfect and you’re right this wasn’t planned, but I’ll be damned if my child grows up to thinks he or she was an accident.”

She dashes into the bathroom and I followed after her. I found her head in the bowl retching. I stared at her with both awe and excitement.

She lifts her head and rests it on her arm. “I’m scared.”

I sit on the floor behind her and she rests her head on my shoulder, my palms on her belly. I kissed her hair then whispered in ear. “Don’t be. You are not alone in this and don’t you think for one second that I am putting my career before this family.”

“Sebastian.” She whispered as the tears streamed down her cheeks and hit my arm.

“I love you, Dollface and our baby, babies.”

She laughed.

Idea for fantasy stories

Territorial species of animals that are magically turned into humans tend to become overly friendly due to cognitive dissonances of how humans live in large groups with individuals that have not had their trustworthyness confirmed.

“Of course we’re friends, if we weren’t I’d fight you or run away like a coward.”
I’ve been watching Princess Tutu and I feel this explains a lot about Duck/Ahiru.

Sage is not a lady, her mother may have been high born but her father was common, and her prospects become limited when her uncle decides to marry her off. The matchmaker, however, offers Sage an alternative, to work as her secret assistant. Posing as a potential bride, Sage accompanies the brides-to-be and spies on them, and soon on the soldiers that accompany the ladies on their journey. As evidence of a plot to overthrow the king arise, Sage is recruited by a handsome soldier to spy for her kingdom. As Sage and the soldier grow closer, so does the danger, and Sage will soon uncover that not everything is as it seems.

Great Fantasy read.

lillian-or-jeannie-who-am-i  asked:

do you know any fantasy and/or historical fiction books with an enby wlw in them???

I could only find a few explicit ones so I cheated a little and put in some scifi books on the list as well so hopefully you’ll find something you’ll like here! 

  • And since the list is so short I’ll also recommend one comic book series I enjoyed reading called We(l)come Back. There’s 8 issues which have been collected in 2 volumes (1, 2). While the characters are both implied to identify as female in this timeline they’re basically reincarnations who fall in love with each life but “live” as different people (and different genders, some of which are shown in the comic as well) so you can argue that they’re both genderfluid and pansexual. But hey wlw soulmates!

If someone knows any other books that are out there, please let us know!

Dean x Pie

A/N: You and the handsome man in the red plaid shirt reaches for the last slice of apple pie. He’s trying to use his winning smile to coax you into giving him the last slice; will you let him have it?

I don’t know who got there first, but our fingers touched at the exact moment. I looked up at the tall and shockingly handsome man in the red plaid shirt with the effortless smile that touches his eyes.

“Sorry, but that’s my pie.”

“I don’t see your name on it.” I observed.

He laughs. “Lady.” He paused. “You cannot begin to understand the day that I’ve had.”

“Aww, poor baby.” I teased.

Exasperated the voice behinds him speaks. “Dean give her the damn pie and let’s go. You are making a scene.”

“Yeah, Dean, give the lady the damn pie.” I mocked.

He laughs sarcastically then turns to the figure behind him. “Sammy, I don’t care if I’m making a scene,” he whispers, “th-that that thing tried to kiss me,” he shudders. 

“We got rid of the nest. You’re fine.”

“It almost kissed me Sammy, you saw how close it came.”

“It is a she and you are over exaggerating.” 

“That thing with those fake boobs was not a she.” He says with finality.


“I want this pie. I need pie.”

I cleared my throat interrupting their strange conversation. 

He turns back to me, “you seem like a very sweet girl, maybe you would like a slice of cake instead. That chocolate cake over there looks pretty tempting.” He cajoles.

I turned to gaze at the sad looking chocolate cake then back at him. “Not as tempting as this apple pie with what looks like a flaky and buttery crust that melts in your mouth.”

“This has gone on for too long.” He says losing his patience. He reaches for the pie.

“I’m not fat, I’m pregnant!” I shouted, my eyes filling with tears.

All eyes were now upon us as a hushed silence fell upon the Diner.

“Great.” Sammy says, “now you’re stealing pie from a pregnant lady this is a new low for you.”

“She’s not pregnant.” He explained, repeating it louder, so that the entire Diner heard. “She’s not pregnant.”

I bawled. “I’m just a fat whale.”

“No, no.” He laughed defensively. “I never said you were fat.”

“Only that I’m whale.” I sobbed dramatically in my palms.

The customers whispered in disgust, shaking their heads at him disapprovingly.

“Let her have the pie,” someone yells.

“Yeah, give her the pie.” Another customer joined in until the entire Diner was chanting. “Give. Her. The Pie! Give. Her. The Pie! Give. Her. The Pie!”

I looked up at him with my watery eyes, his full lips forming a pout as his hand slowly retreats from the pie. Defeated.

The Diner cheered in union.

I smiled at him as I pulled the plate towards me. I cut a corner of the pie. “Oh sweet baby Jesus.” I moaned orgasmically in between chews. “This is soooo good.”

He glares at me then stalks off empty handed like a dog with his tail between his legs.

I went up to the cashier to pay. “On the house,” the cashier replied.

I thanked him for his kindness and exited the Diner.

“And the Oscar for best performance in a Diner drama goes to…” He announces as I walked passed his Impala.

I curtsied, smiled then winked at him as I filled my mouth with another spoonful of well-deserved apple pie.

Amber Sand (love the name!) did not hit the witchy lottery in her family. Her only power is that of a matchmaker, as Amber can see everyone’s true love, except her own, that is. When her friend’s soon-to-be stepmother goes missing, his father enlists the help of Amber’s mother, who keeps her out of the loop. Looking to help Charlie, she finds herself falling for him, even though she can see who he is really destined to wind up with. Enlisting the help of her reluctant precog BFF, Amber finds herself in more trouble than she could have ever imagined. She will have to come to terms with her powers and not let it control her happiness. Really a fun magical read.

Bring back the original vampire. The god awful, God forsaken, thing encased in beautiful skin. Bring back the creature tormented by existential crises – the conversationalist, the keeper of antiquities. Lure me in with their gorgeous countenance & frighten me with their savage nature. Don’t delight me with sparkling skin & the use of modern technology. Take me back to old, gothic cities. Lace & velvet. The gore, the horror. The maddening love for an undead antihero.