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transjemder · 9 months

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Getting a sword was not the highlight of my day today! Twas only a part of my joyous journey with my band of brothers (said fag-ily)!

(@androgyness thanks for the photos!)

#jemthegem #first renn faire ive been in in yearsssss #it was so fun and my legs are absolute jelly but soooo enriching for me <3 #i love my friends :’)

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alyce-out-of-wonderland · 2 months

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I've seen so much amazing Merrill fan art lately. That's my baby girl seriously making me so happy. The vibes for all the pieces have been everything to me seriously can't get enough 😭

#i literally spent $300 on a staff from renn faire like 7 years ago so i could be a “modern” version fo her for Halloween one year #still have it and its fucking cool #but yeah i fucking love Merrill #dragon age #dragon age merrill #Merrill

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insidethemindofrora · 1 year

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If this doesn't give off wolfstar idk what does

"How can I be dead to you when we're lookin' at the same moon"

"In the stars, I can see your eyes

All the stars make me feel alive

Only place left for you and I"

#wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #marauders #go listen to renne rapp rn #i love her so much #Spotify #i could write an essay #How can I be dead to you when we're lookin' at the same moon #how is that fair #screaming crying throwing up #renne rapp #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs

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samhaininthemembrane · 2 years

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I kind of love the fact that a lot of people who know me will assume I'm older than I am. That's been a thing for a long time (once I was offered wine at a restuarant when I was 13), but it's got a different kind of charm when a large portion of my friends are also like 5-6 years older than me.

On one hand, it feeds that childlike desire to seem 'mature for my age'. I don't get infantilized for my perceived age and people tend to assume I know more than I actually do, which is so much better than the opposite.

On the other hand, it is incredibly fun to hear what my friends were doing in any given year because I have friends who graduated high school the year I was born and I get to tease them about it. (They are fine with this!)

"Yeah, we did that back in 1997 so things were different."

"Cool, I was three."

*all of my friends start clutching their pearls dramatically*

#i have a friend who is older than me that everyone perceives as the youngest #mostly because she deserves to get to be a kid #she was the oldest daughter in a mormon family so she got thrust into responsibility way too early #she is also fine with being teased about it #especially by me because its funny when someone younger than you makes thoss jokes #at least in my friend circles #most of my friends are through larp or renn faires #which explains the age gap thing #i have held onto 1 college friend #he is one of my best friends #adulthood fucking slaps #i am neurodivergent and disabled and queer and im so surrounded by love and acceptance that i forget that its not the norm #i go to bio family things and here people say the most hideous things and i have to be like #oh fuck right mask or get disowned #rambley tags #not sure what actual tags to use

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ghouljams · 6 months

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can the fae!boys use the taps in ways for like fully good intent like lets say if libeling was freaked and stressed out of her mind and well overworked just one tap and shes putty in königs arms to take care of- or the panic attack with her fic got me thinking if she was in one he could just go tap

Taps can absolutely be used with good intent. This is where I say that magic in this au cannot be good or evil, it's all in how you use it. Blessings and curses are two sides of the same coin: a spell for a baby might be a blessing for one and a curse for another, but at the end of the day it's the same magic. But yeah let's have someone other than the kinksters use the tap for good vibes.

You're completely run down, drained of everything that isn't numbers and money or worries about numbers and money. You should call your accountant. Instead you're sitting at your little kitchen table with receipts and month income reports. You're pretty sure you're turning a profit. You might not be. Who knows? Not you.

You haven't had a day off in... fuck when was the last time you took a day off? Maybe two, three(?), months ago? When you got dragged to that Renn Faire? That sounds about right. Today doesn't count. End of the quarter accounting doesn't count as a day off even if you had to close the shop.

König seems restless. He's been pacing around the flat with nothing to occupy him all day. You've snapped at him a couple times, sent him outside or to the shops just for a moment's piece. You rub your eyes with the heel of your hand, tapping you pencil against your calculator as you stare down the list you've been making on spare notebook paper. You're starting to get a migraine. The lights are too brightly haloed, each ambient noise too loud against your skin, you can feel your bones and it's nauseating.

You sit back in your chair and press your hands to your face, giving yourself a moment's darkness as you try to weigh Advil against just going to bed. When you finally slide your hands from your face you're staring up at König, his concern radiating off of him, or maybe he's just blocking your overhead light.

"Are you sick meine liebe?" he asks, leaning to press the back of his hand against your forehead. He takes it back with a frown, fingers hovering close.

"No, I'm just-" You shake your head, sit forward again to keep working, König's hand covers your eyes. You sigh and lean against the gentle touch, "I'm just tired König."

"Everything will still be there in the morning Liebling, come to bed." His thumb rubs at your forehead, soothing the worried creases.

"I'll just keep thinking about it," You let out another sigh, press your hands against König's, press his warmth and darkness into your tired eyes. You feel a childish whine building behind your ribs, your head hurts and you don't want to think anymore. You think- you think Love talked about Ghost doing something about that. God the last thing you want is to engage with anything similar to her reckless behavior, but the thump of a migraine against your skull is highly convincing.

"Can you-" The only experience you have with König's magic is what he gives you during sex, you don't really know what to ask for. You don't really know what to call what you want. Good fucking God you hate asking for help. König stays quiet, lets you sort through your thoughts without his interjection. "Can you make me stop thinking?" You ask, the migraine has started migrating towards nausea and the threat of being curled over the toilet overpowers your self sufficiency.

"You would put yourself in my care?" His voice is so soft, so careful and almost hopeful. You don't really know how not thinking would need care, but you nod against his hand. König takes a breath, his pointer finger raising to tap your forehead lightly.

Everything about you drops as you sag forward. All of the building pain is gone in an instant as König's magic sweeps through you, pushing every thought from your head. It settles like a blanket over your mind, hushing your sense of self and independence, and leaving you at König's mercy.

It's dark. No. There's something covering your eyes. A very careful movement, a hand sliding off your line of sight to cup your face and tip your head back. You're kissed so sweetly, gentle pressure and soft lips against your own. König, your sluggish brain supplies. König's magic seems eager to pick and choose what you know. Just the important things, his kiss tells you.

He pulls away with a low purr. You watch the twitch of his gaze, transfixed by the way he searches your eyes. He takes a breath and when he exhales it blows over you like a mist. Your eyes lid, then close, and you threaten to tip over again. Everything is heavy and soft. His hands slide under your arms, lifting you out of your uncomfortable seat.

"Up Schatz," König coaxes you to stand, helps you move your fuzzy, floaty, limbs, "There you go." You hardly stand from your chair before König's hand is pressing between your shoulders, tipping you forward at the waist to rest your hands against the table and scatter papers. His hands are big on your hips, holding you up as he drops to his knees behind you. "Let me help you," His voice is so husky, you hum and drop your head forward. It feels too heavy to keep holding up.

But it's so blissfully quiet, your thoughts silent and still as a lake. Any thought that slips through König's filter falls like sand through your fingers. Too slick to hold onto, not that you want to. No, this is good. Somewhere between sleeping and wakefulness, your body tingly and warm, just at the edge of a dream. You feel so peaceful. König drags your pants down. You feel kept. You feel like you're forgetting something.

"Am I supposed to be doing something?" You ask König, he'll know. He pauses, his hands squeezing your ass appreciatively.

"No, I'm going to eat you, and then you're going to bed." He tells you. You hum, that sounds nice. "Alles gut?"

"Yeah, good." You pull the syllables out into a low hum as his tongue licks a flat stripe over your slit. You rock back against his hold when he repeats the motion, slicking you with long teasing strokes. His tongue is so strange, twisting and circling against your clit, between your folds. Inhuman, entirely inhuman. The thought hums pleasantly in your veins, stirring heat alongside his long thick tongue.

It's hot and wet, his breath ghosting over you as he laps at your cunt making you shiver with need. Each slick drag rolls back and forth as his fingers squeeze your hips, your ass, every inch of softness appreciated for what it is. You. König closes his lips around your clit and sucks, his tongue fluttering against the sensitive nub, making heat race through you. You stomach jumps, your breath hitches, you press your hands against the table to try and press back against him. His hands hold you firmly in place as pleasure leaps up your spine.

The clench of your needy cunt catches his attention, and he shift to wiggle his tongue into the hole. He slurps greedily as you drip into his mouth, one of his hands leaving your hip to thumb your clit, coaxing you to clench on his tongue and whine. One of his claws catches your clit and you jerk, only for the ones on your hip to dig in further. Your breath stutters feeling the firm pressure of skin at its breaking point, the hot pinpricks of beading blood.

You freeze, grip the scattered papers under your hands with unsteady fists. If you focus past the slick liquid pleasure he's licking into you, you can feel the flat dangerous press of teeth just behind his lips. You shiver, his tongue twisting inside of you to push against your gummy walls, stroking alongside the fingers at your clit. He's more monster than man, and you're reminded how much you love that when he growls against your cunt.

"More," You beg, pressing back against his mouth. He pulls back and his hand leaves your hip, hardly giving your knees time to buckle before it smacks your ass. You jolt forward, your thighs hitting the edge of the table as quickly as he's holding your hip to pull you back onto his tongue.

"Such a greedy thing liebchen, remember your manners," He spits on your cunt, watches his saliva drip down with the rest of your slick before gathering it on his tongue.

"Please," You mumble, letting the word drop from your lips as he licks you. The hot roll of his tongue before his mouth closes over you, before he sucks at your slick skin, makes your back arch. His hum reverberates through you, and you let your eyes roll. König pinches your clit meanly, before soothing the ache with his tongue, his fingers moving to press into your hole.

He lets you rock back against them. The two thick digits rough with callouses, crook to press against your spongy sweet spot, claws all but forgotten as he strokes your soft inner walls. Each gentle thrust of his fingers drags a new coil of heat through you, tightens the feeling deep in your stomach. His tongue coaxes it tighter, easing you towards a hard release.

"Don't tell me I made you so stupid you forgot how to cum Schatzi," He murmurs, pressing sucking kisses to your clit. You don't think so, but you certainly feel like you're missing something. Every touch of him inches you a bit higher, winds your muscles a little tenser, until you don't think you can take any more.

His grip on your hip loosens as his hand slides up under your shirt. König's fingers spread wide under the fabric, hooking themselves in the strands between you with practiced ease. They grip, hard, and rip you forward to collapse against the table, all your tethers bursting into full technicolor. Everything inside of you breaks and you feel your orgasm crash into you.

"There you go, there you go," He groans, fingers thrusting a little faster into your cunt, hitting your sweet spot a little harder as you squirt against his mouth. Every muscle firing to shake and shudder as you collapse forward onto the table, letting König work you through your orgasm. Your legs shake, hips jerking as he keeps fucking you, keeps sucking at your clit, overstimulating you when you don't have the energy to tell him not to. You whine high and tight in your throat, feel another spring snap and bring the shivers back in full. It hurts so good. He drinks you down so nicely.

You don't know if your really standing as much as König's letting you sit on his face. Dimly you think it doesn't matter. You said you'd put yourself in his care, and you don't regret it. You're tingling and warm, wrung out. He's gentle moving you, you hardly feel it when he stands, when he helps you pull your shirt over your head so he can pick you up.

You settle against him, his hand holding you up as your arms drape over his shoulders. You close your eyes and enjoy the darkness of it, the calm peace in your mind. The sink turns on as you nod off in König's grip. The rush of water is almost a welcome sound, but does nothing to eclipse the soft purr that rumbles from your partner. He moves and you lose track of where you are in space in favor of letting his purring pull you further under his spell.

He settles you in bed, just like he promised. A warm washcloth wipes between your legs, cleaning you up as gently as König can manage before he's crawling onto the bed behind you, and tugging the covers up. He murmurs something your brain is too sluggish to hold onto, and kisses the top of your head. You're tugged snugly back against his chest, his arms oh-so tightly wrapped around you. Comfortably held, your body wastes no time dragging you down into sleep.

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whumpninja · 29 days

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I see gladiator fights in pinned post and I ask: how do you feel about jousting whump? Any ideas? I used to train horses so I was thinking about horse whump and suddenly my brain made a connection with such potential.

Thoughts? Ideas?

Okay, so, story time. I am the kind of person who goes to things where there will be jousting. Renn faires, medieval re-enactments, Medieval Times. I have seen more than a few jousts.

They are whumpy as. I particularly love when the ones I go to have plotlines in the joust. These plotlines have a tendency to get whumpy. And it is awesome.

Here’s some of the best ones I’ve seen:

- one knight turned traitor and viciously slaughtered two of the others before the knight who had been introduced as a novice challenged him and managed to beat him

- female knight declared herself to be evil and made a show of telling the good knight exactly how slowly and painfully she was going to kill him when he lost the fight- and he lost

- one knight was defeated and killed early on, and his squire grabbed a sword and tried to avenge him and ended up getting the crap kicked out of him in the middle of the arena

And I’ve never seen this particular scenario happen at a jousting reenactment but I wish it would traditionally, the losing knight is expected to surrender his horse, spurs, and possibly his armor to the victor. The winning knight is expected to refuse because of honor and chivalry and all that, but if the knight happens not to care about the code of chivalry they can accept and leave the losing knight destitute.

But wait, there’s more- if the winning knight is particularly evil, there is absolutely nothing in the code of chivalry to stop them from taking the losing knight prisoner. Jousting is, figuratively speaking, to the death- the loser owed his life to the victor even though jousting deaths were usually by accident and only rarely did someone actually follow through and kill their opponent. It was understood that the loser was in the winner’s power, even though chivalry didn’t allow for anything drastic. However, if you have a knight who doesn’t care one whit about chivalry, or perhaps is up against an old enemy…you have whump potential. A LOT of whump potential.

#whump #historical whump #medieval whump #jack be answering

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hachama · 5 months

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Husbff and I are working on building inventory for a winter renn faire. For the most part, this means bouncing ideas off each other and then making things individually, and that's fine. He does leather, I do various fiber crafts. But the thing I've been working on today. Oh ho ho, this one is a collaboration. It's a leather-bottomed crochet bag with kumihimo woven drawstring and leather findings. It's too big to be a coin purse, too small to be a tote, and I'm kind of in love with it.

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grogusmum · 7 months

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Hazel's Thro-back Thursday Sunday Halloween Edition (10/1/23)

Hi M'dears! I've missed a couple of Thursdays, so I am putting some Spooky fic recs out today, October 1, to do a little catch-up and celebrate the 31-day count down to Halloween.

Let's start with my beloved modern not modern Pero! By @writeforfandoms

Born to be Wild kicks off with reader on her way to Renn Faire! Perfect October reading (and be sure to read A True Nature Child - for the "Halloween episode")

Ghost in the Shell by @radiowallet a little eerie and suspenseful treat with Marcus Moreno (mind the warnings!)

Little Red's Shadow by @littlemisspascal this is a delight, Rae could have written a thousand updates, and I would have devoured each one!

Bond by @lavenderursa all I really need to say is werewolf!Frankie, y'all. Were. Wolf. Frankie. But Thia does such a fantastic job here blending the movie mission in Triple Frontier with her werewolf fic. And good golly is it hot up in here!!

Monster Love by @outercrasis monster!Max Phillips x f!reader (Lamb) Max is more than just a sharp toothed vampire here - we are talking horns, wings... SIZE 😳. This is an absolute delight, and um, awakened things in me.

#hazel's thro-back thursday fic recs #pero tovar #marcus moreno #frankie morales #max phillips

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sca-nerd · 7 months

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renn fair tips!!!

yes bring water, but also figure out how you can bring that water, some places only let you bring in sealed, never opened, bottles (cause alcohol is a large part of event revenue)

CASH, most sellers have got a square card reader or paypal or something, but those work at the whims of cell service, and cell service tends to suck in parks

also with cash depending on the seller they might just wave the tax. things are priced to even dollars most of the time

the crafts people (leather, blacksmiths, silversmiths, glassblowers) are where you really want to "focus" your money, not because there's anything wrong with the clothing stalls, it's just that it's harder to get those items online, and you're helping a small business

also some of the clothing sellers just buy in bulk from a place like amazon and clip off the tag, "wevez" is where i get my skirts, and the price markup can be anywhere from 2 to 3 times what you'd pay if you bought from the seller directly

the end of the last day of the weekend you can get food for cheaper, so if you're staying until close and don't want to find a fast food joint, get a turkey leg

bed bugs, (SPRAYS DO NOT WORK ON THESE MOTHER FUCKERS) the horrible truth of the matter is, it is a valid concern, moreso since COVID. so if you do buy anything, im talking books, tunics, hair wraps, corsets, trousers, a kilt. anything a bed bug could be hanging out in, you put that in a seperate plastic bag, seal it, and stick it in the freezer when you get home. then you beat out the thing a few hours later.

this doesn't kill them, but it does make them hibernate, which means you can shake them out then kill them or if youre feeling vindictive, pop them in the oven, a minimum of 120F for 90 mins gets all bugs and possible eggs. you could also put the things in your dryer on high for the longest setting, but i personally prefer the oven (and not just because i don't have a drier)

business cards! i personally collect business cards for convience and maybe one day i'll go back to pursuing graphic design, but having a designated pocket for business cards or pamphlets cause you may be grabbing a lot of them

the vibes: Its a bunch of weird nerds getting dressed up to play pretend and get drunk in the park. It can get weird, and it can get raunchy (not horny, just crass) i have witnessed several different parents huff off with their kid cause a performer made a low brow joke that was obvious enough that the kid knew smth dirty was said, MOST of the people are chill with boundries, but some never got out of that phase of being a dick cause they think it's funny

speaking of phases, renn faires are still the only place i have ever been where you've got the flagrantly queer and menanist douchebags bumping shoulders. like side eyes are made im sure, but you can walk down a path, past somebody in the loudest, most obviously gay garb you have seen outside of a drag show, then a few feet behind them is somebody else with a trump denim vest

also, back to the rauchy bit, there will likely be people there who are cool, but use outdated/offensive lingo. like I got called a fairy by a guy waiting in line for a kebob, he did try and backpedel, but im fine with being called that and his girlfriend (who obviously dragged him there) was dressed up like a fairy, so jokes were had and expensive kebab's purchased (idk what they used to season those things but they were so fkin good for just being some meat on a stick)

if you do a craft (knitting/crochet) check if you can bring your supplies in because some places don't let guest bring in knitting needles (they are often 11 in long pointy sticks so fair enough)

ASK QUESTIONS not just at the small semi educational areas they sometimes have, but also the people selling things, i love hearing people talk about their crafts (also renn faire drama is real and it is wild, and it's much more exciting because it's effect on you is almost null)

WATER WATER WATER

I KNOW I SAID THIS AT THE TOP BUT IM SAYING IT AGAIN

DRINK SOME FUCKING WATER

some faires have pub crawls and i have witnessed many a stumbling drunk get escorted out by EMTs cause he didn't pace himself and drank on an empty stomach

#renn fair tips #my mutuals rock #ask and you shall recieve

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rootedincuteness · 6 months

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Here we have Stormy's trip to the PA Renn Faire, part one! You wouldn't believe how many pumpkins and gourds there were. Piles and piles of them! The giant mushrooms weren't real, but Stormy loved them anyway. It was a beautiful, sunny day, and a good time was had by all. Stormy also had plenty of humans telling him he was cute throughout the day, which I think went straight to his head. Check back tomorrow to see part two of this spooky rootling's day at the faire! =)

#stormy the spooky mandrake #friends of mudpie #pennsylvania renaissance faire #halloween decorations #pumpkins and gourds

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