silver antler

we must not look at goblin men; we must not buy their fruits

The sad part of it is, he did everything right.

Sasha carried salt packets in his pockets, wore a bracelet of iron, left brightly-wrapped pats of butter outside his dorm room. He crossed running water whenever he could, and yet there is still a not-boy with deer antlers draped over him on the couch in the living room of whoever is hosting this revel (it is not a party, there are too many of the Fair Folk here for that, but Sasha had felt especially brave that night and so he went anyway), demanding the kind of flattery that in fairy tales is reserved for kings.

Sasha obliges, of course. It does no good to anger the Fair Folk, not in any story of any people of any land.

He’s never been quite so glad to be a poetry major as he is now, quoting half-remembered lines in English and Russian both to the not-boy still draped over him. The not-boy (he hadn’t given Sasha a name to use, and Sasha has no intention of guessing at one) doesn’t leave, so Sasha keeps talking, says whatever he can come up with as long as it’s complementary, until the not-boy stands and laughs and tells him, “You’ll do very well,” and walks away without another word —

— what have I gotten myself into, Sasha thinks, with no small amount of bewilderment and no small amount of fear.


In the morning, Sasha does not wake up in his dorm room. (He cannot properly call the place where he wakes up a room at all — it’s too open, too natural, with trees for pillars and something that might be ceiling or might be sky — but Sasha can’t think of a better word, so he sticks with room.)

He gets up off the floor. Sasha feels like he’s being watched, but pretends that he doesn’t. It’s beautiful here, and he does not pretend not to notice, but mostly he’s looking for an exit; he doesn’t really expect there to be one out in the open, but there is always the chance that he’ll be lucky.

The not-boy, whose antlers are silver now, solidifies out of the air somewhere to Sasha’s left, in his peripheral vision but not directly in front of him. Sasha continues to pretend not to notice, until the not-boy says, “It is beautiful here, is it not?”

“Not as beautiful as you,” Sasha says reflexively. If he wants his freedom back then more than anything he needs to win favor, and flattery will get you everywhere. “What should I call you?”

The not-boy smiles, and his teeth are much sharper than Sasha remembers them being. “Ayala will work just fine,” he says, and stands directly in front of Sasha. His smile turns sweeter. Sasha doesn’t trust it. “Tell me again what you said last night?”

Ayala doesn’t say please: he is not making a request, and Sasha is not doing him a favor.  

Sasha does.


In Sasha’s pockets there are packets of honey and pats of butter and tubs of coffee creamer for offerings, iron supplements and salt packets for protection, and a single orange. Sasha makes it last for two days, and then he stops eating. He knows what happens when you eat in Fairyland. (He counts himself fortunate that Ayala doesn’t bring him food — he also knows what can happen to those who spurn gifts.)

Time seems to stretch — it cannot possibly have been more than three weeks, because Sasha has not yet starved, but it feels like it’s been months, years. Sasha writes, and Sasha talks, and Ayala brings him flowers and pretty things and treats him like a favorite pet, and if sometimes Sasha thinks that if it weren’t for the gnawing desperate hunger in his stomach he could almost like it here — well. That’s his business.


Ayala brings Sasha a nectarine, the first food Sasha has seen since he was desperate enough to give up on protection and swallow iron supplements by the handful. It’s soft in Sasha’s hand, still warmed by sunlight, the most tempting thing that Sasha has ever laid eyes on.

Sasha knows the rules. If he eats it, he can never go home.

But he is so, so, hungry.

Skin parts easily under Sasha’s teeth, juice dripping down his chin, and Sasha could sob with how sweet it tastes.


A Wise Moonkin’s Task:  Temple of Elune

A writing collaboration with @ocarina-of-what. Previous ‘A Wise Moonkin’s Task’ stories can be found HERE in my story archive.

The constellar horse’s hooves clapped the ancient stone ground with its magus master above and his paladin right behind him. No flight was very long from the Violet City, and arriving at the temple in Val’Sharah Elder Raventhorn had spoke of, Felo'thore’s silver eyes gazed upon the building’s facade with some ounce of wariness. He’d been here before having protected the place druids venerated as sacred, but never had the man dared himself to enter its walls. Books taught magic. Study and practice refined magical skill. The astromancer had once known faith in the sun in his childhood, but Dalaran had groomed his perspective of a sorcerer, and one who saw little logic in consulting a deity for magical understanding. Felo’thore was still a bit haughty about it, despite his intrigue.

“Well… here we are,”  Felo’thore chirped to Adrianal with hesitance in his voice, unable to set the undercurrent of knowing how loyal his husband was to the teachings of the eternal sun aside. Adrianal gently squeezed Felo'thore’s sides as they landed, trying hard not to look at the place…these ‘hallowed’ grounds with disapproval, instead slipping gracefully from the saddle to help the mage down.

“Indeed,” the paladin smiled reassuringly, “Here we are, hmn? It’s not as…well full of Moonkin as I thought it would be.” Adrianal smiled, trying to be supportive of his husband, though he didn’t quite know how. He hoped his presence alone was enough to bolster Felo'thore’s faith in himself. “It’s been a while since I’ve been here. Last I was here I fought with Velianor to kill the monsters attacking and Velianor lost her elder wolf Huttser.”

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Blue, cream, and burgundy flower crown with silver antlers
Its got a freaking pumpkin. Look at it. Antlers AND a pumpkin- this is madness. I used to think that the antlers being at the front of it rather than poking up from the side made it look less awesome, but now that Ive had the chance to see it worn Ive decided that the way they are presented actually makes them look more like its part of a ritual piece and I just imagine this being worn on someone with a long, flowing robe in front of a blazing fire and its beautiful to me.

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Witch Tip: Wear Your Witch’s Ladder

Here is an excellent post on witches’ ladders, if you need a primer on what they are in the first place. 

There’s a loop at the top of mine that I thread my hair through as I braid it. I chose beads that are easy to distinguish by touch, so I can find the one I need at any given moment without a mirror.

The charms are, in order from the top: moonstone, coral, amber, gold (in color only), jade, turquoise, amethyst, tiger’s eye, evil eye bead, silver pine cone, antler tip. Most of these I got from my local bead shop; the antler tip I got while traveling.


Antlers by the Frozen Lake Pendant by Moon and Serpent
Hand carved silver antlers are framing a snowy landscape dendritic agate gemstone.
Magnificent natural scenic dendrite cabochon depicts trees in winter 🌲❄🌲

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Okay okay, remember I was asking you guys about the dress Isabel is wearing over here?

A closer look:

Certain details of the dress caught my attention a while ago, but I ignored them until I saw a japanese fanartist pointing out that the dress Isabel is wearing is a dirndl. A dirndl is a traditional dress commonly worn in sourthen Germany – especially Bavaria –, Austria and South Tyrol, based on the historical costume of Alpine peasants. If you go to an Oktoberfest, in fact, you’ll see ladies wearing these dresses, but shorter and a bit more revealing.

The dirndl consists of a bodice, blouse, full skirt and apron. While appearing to be simple and plain, a properly made modern dirndl may be quite expensive as it is tailored and sometimes cut from costly hand-printed or silk fabrics. In the South German dialects (Bairisch), Dirndl originally referred to a young woman or a girl, and Dirndlgewand to the dress. Nowadays, Dirndl may equally refer to either a young woman or to the dress.

The winter style dirndl has heavy, warm skirts and aprons made of thick cotton, linen, velvet or wool, and long sleeves. The colors are usually rich and dark. The summer style is lighter and more revealing, has short sleeves, and is often made of lightweight cotton.

Accessories may include a long apron tied round the waist, a waistcoat or a wool shawl. In many regions, especially the Ausseerland, vibrantly-colored, hand-printed silk scarfs and silk aprons are worn. As far as jewelry is concerned, women often sport necklaces, earrings and brooches made of silver, the antlers of deer or even animals’ teeth. For colder weather there are heavy dirndl coats in the same cut as the dresses, with a high neck and front buttons, thick mittens and wool hats.

There are a lot of types of dirndls. One of my followers pointed out that the dirndl Isabel is wearing is an older, more traditional type of dirndl.

It makes sense given that the skirt is longer (usually these dresses are longer in winters?) and the dress has short sleeves. Usually, summer dirndls with short sleeves have short skirts. It really depends. The dirndl above is an older one and it looks kinda similar in model to the one Isa is wearing.

If you look closely at the dress Isabel is wearing, you’ll notice that it really resembles a dirndl. And what caught my attention, is the knot of her apron.

If I am not mistaken, the knot of her apron is tied to a side. More specifically, her apron knot is tied to the right.

And there’s a curious fact for y’all.  It is sometimes reported that the placement of the knot on the apron is an indicator of the woman’s marital status.

We all know Isabel is not german and all, but the coincidence is just too… interesting? I mean, the artist (Hikaru Suruga) would’ve drawn the knot of her apron to the left or behind her back if she wanted to make it look like a normal dress instead of a dirndl. Maybe it’s just a coincidence, but it’s a very interesting one!

Now, what does a knot on the right side in a dirndl mean?

Dirndl apron bow on the right side

Women, who wear the dirndl bow on their right, signalize that their status is - taken! Because the wearer has found her happiness in love already, this means: Look but don’t touch!

As I said. It might be a coincidence, but it’s an interesting one, mostly because the dress doesn’t seem like a normal dress but it’s a dirndl. An old, traditional dirndl (if I’m mistaken please tell me ;;). Isabel could’ve been drawn in a normal dress for this ocassion, but the fact that this dress had an apron got me curious and more after finding out it was, in fact, a dirndl.

Now… Hikaru Suruga is, apparently, trying to tell us that our dear Isa is… taken? Yes, according to the dirdnl tradition, it means that she is!

But… by who?

By Levi?

As far as we know, they both saw each other as brother and sister, and Levi is way older than her. Seeing their interactions in both manga, visual novel, anime and other stuff Hikaru Suruga has drawn, you can see that they respect each other in a sibling manner.

That leaves us one option left.

Who else is close to Isabel, part of her family, and has been seen sharing time alone with her, worrying about her and even sneaking some glances at her?

-Whistles innocently and dashes off-


Antlers by the Frozen Lake Ring by Moon & Serpent
Hand Carved Silver Antlers Framing a White Dendritic Agate Gemstone

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feel the wind in your fur —/ for the ones who remember the grass underpaw, and the sound of the leaves in the trees, the sound of the river bubbling, and the sight of the stars gathering above like old friends

little fang ; avey tare’s slasher flicks // tiger, my friend ; psapp // fireflies ; mother falcon // leaf house ; animal collective // the field ; casey lalonde // year of the cat ; psapp // the universe is going to catch you ; the antlers // silver ; echo and the bunnymen // august moon ; gregory and the hawk // young lion ; vampire weekend // what you know ; two door cinema club // the woods ; wolfgun

tell the tale of the weary king,
hot-headed child of ice and snow,
with skin that glints like porcelain
and arrogance your foe

‘twas you who traveled far and wide,
and left your silver trace
like crooked antlers upon a deer
and scars upon your face

who told you of your dangers
and taught to plunder with a sword
such a tender youth still wrapped in spring
ascended, too early to be a lord

and thus he came from mild wanderings
along rivers, lakes and streams
where he walked through starlight and passages
beneath moon-soaked dreams

you are the weary king unknown
restlessness grown in your being,
he who seeks brilliant warmth in bones
despite his art in fleeing

but do not fret over troubles far
for you walk these bleak woods of old
they remind you of such better times
when you were not so cold.

—  thranduil. Krys Kazik.
protector// werewolf l.h. pt.7

Pairing: Werewolf! Luke+ Reader
Word Count: 2.3k
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          HIs snow white paws padded against the dirt, the spring breeze flying through his messy fur. Sapphire blue eyes concentrated carefully on the surroundings around him, as the other three members of his pack followed him. Abruptly stopping in his tracks, the alpha motioned for them to be silent. His sharp ears caught the distant noise of what was soon going to be his prey. 

The familiar sight of the sharp antlers hid behind the mass of fern trees, but it didn’t seem to faze him. The white furred wolf stomped its paw against the ground, signaling for them to attack. In a blink of an eye, the group of wolves sprinted across with only one aim in mind- to have a successful hunt. 


 “So you’re Luke’s mate?” The girl hastily shuffled out of the bed, and flattened out her messy hair. Her brown eyes were alarmed as she walked closer to the person leaning against the doorway. 

“I didn’t mean to frighten you,” the blonde woman apologized. “I’m Aurora, but you can call me Rose.” 

“Hi,” Y/N smiled, even though she was cursing out her luck. “It’s nice to meet you.”

 “Likewise,” the girl responded. She seemed to be a few years older than Y/N, making her seem to be in her twenties. “I think I’ll be seeing you more often now, since now that Luke’s found you.” 

Y/N didn’t know how to respond, she nodded slightly as she pursed her lips. “I haven’t seen you around here much.”

 “I work a few hours away from here, I try to visit Ash as much as I can.” Rose smiled softly. It all seemed to clicked in Y/N’s mind. The blonde haired girl in front of her must’ve been Ashton’s mate. 

“I’ve got to get going now, but breakfast is ready for you downstairs.” Rose quickly excused herself and turned around to leave. 

“Thank you.” Y/N beamed as she watched her leave the room. She grumbled a string of curse words as she realized what she was wearing. An embarrassing oversized pink sleep shirt with shorts that must’ve been a really bad impression on Ashton’s mate. 

She must’ve been in the pack for a long time and basically apart of his family judging by how confident she had acted. The noises that woke her up had died down, sparking a small speck of curiosity in her mind. Fixing her hair, she descended down the stairs to meet a now desolate house. 

“What the hell?” Y/N breathed as she peered at the living room. It seemed to be as if the entire room had come out of a magazine, the furniture looking too fragile and expensive to sit on. The walls were covered with portraits of the Hemmings family, a certain aura surrounding them, exerting a feel of dominance and hierarchy.  

There was a photo of Luke who seemed to be fourteen or sixteen at maximum, he was smallest and the scrawniest boy compared to his friends in the photograph. Right next to that photo frame, was a more recent photo of him. And this one was different- Luke had grown to be the tallest and broadest man in the photo, exceeding the group for the most prominent muscles and jaw line. 

Where even was Luke? Her feet traveled throughout the room, her brown eyes captivated by each and every detail of the house. Y/N entered the kitchen to see that the island was filled with several plates loaded with food that Rose must’ve made. 

Right next to the kitchen was a enormous window that stretched from the floor to the ceiling. On the other side of the window was miles and miles of trees and lush grass. To complete the breathtaking view, the peak of a mountain towered into the sky. All of this made Y/N wonder what was the history behind Luke’s family? What was the story behind his ability to shape shift?

 Sighing, she took a sip from the glass of water that was laying on the island. The opening of a door shook her from the thoughts in her mind and almost made her drop the glass. 

There he was in all of his glory; bright blue eyes and a smile to match. He was slightly out of breath, but he still somehow looked flawless. Pieces of blond hair stuck to his forehead, and to complete the look he wasn’t wearing a shirt. A blush rose onto her cheeks as she saw his toned torso and how broad his shoulders were. He was wearing a silver antler necklace that looked like it was heirloom of some sort. 

“Like what you see, buttercup?” Luke smirked, striding over to where Y/N was standing in the kitchen. He wrapped his arms around her, hugging her from behind and pressing her against his bare torso. 

“Luke! You’re all sweaty and gross!! And don’t call me buttercup!” Y/N squealed as Luke’s grip on her tightened. 

“Hm… it doesn’t matter.” His raspy voice chuckled as he spun her around. “You’re gonna have to get used to it.” Y/N took a deep breath before pressing her lips against Luke’s chiseled jaw, stubble ticking her in the process. Biting down on his lip ring, he connected their lips together and he realized how much he had craved to be with her. Her scent overpowered his senses, but to his dismay she pulled away.

 “Why didn’t you just leave me at my place last night? I mean, why’d you take the trouble?” Y/N looked down, changing the subject. Luke frowned before speaking, not knowing whether Y/N was happy with his decision. He ran his fingers through his damp blonde locks. 

“I asked you last night when we were in my car, and um you said that you didn’t want to go back home. I brought you here instead. I mean if you want to go back, I can-“ He got cut off mid sentence by the rest of his pack nosily entering the kitchen. 

“Did you see how that buck didn’t even get a chance to react?” Michael exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air. 

“Then how you almost tripped?” Calum added, making the other boys start in a fit of laughter. Ashton chuckled, fixing his hair into a small bun. He shot the pair a wink, making the girl in Luke’s arms blush.

 They were all void of shirts, dirt and sweat covering a majority of their bodies. The boys went straight to the food and ate like that was the first time they’ve seen breakfast. The room fell silent as the felt the cold glare coming from Luke’s icy blue eyes as he clenched his jaw. 

“Do you guys always have to ruin the moment?” Luke sighed, releasing his hands from Y/N’s body. He quietly took a plate full of food and dug a fork into some delicious looking hash browns. 

“All of you look like you’ve gotten attacked by wolves.” Y/N commented, this time Luke was the one to start laughing. Ashton reached out for a high five and Y/N smiled returning the gesture. One by one, they all sat on the barstools in the kitchen, exhaustion from their morning hunt hitting them. 

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