Amazing plot. Neat-ass magic. A little spooky. Also some romance - steamy as fuck. The love interest is a grumpy misanthrope therefore I love him.
read in 2018 — uprooted, naomi novik.
she hadn’t been able to take root. she’d remembered the wrong things, and forgotten too much. she’d remembered how to kill and how to hate, and she’d forgotten how to grow. all she’d been able to do in the end was lie down beside her sister: not quite dreaming, not quite dead.
Gotta love your enthusiasm 😊💯
Glad you think so 💞
…that’s right, it’s me.
Sooo….the last year has been kinda crazy and I definitely didn’t post as much as I would have wanted. This changes N O W though.
I’ve been thinking about doing something like an Uprooted re-read/read along/chapter discussion thingy where we read one chapter each month/week/day/whatever and discuss it afterwards.
Would anyone (apart from me, ofc) be interested in that?
Been wanted to do a trees set from day one. I’m rather happy with the stone choices too because so many overdue personal faves in there…
Oak with andalusite/chiastolite, cherry with rhodochrosite, willow with spodumene, maple with zoisite/ruby, pine with dioptase, birch with howlite.
Honestly the mere fact that some people refer to Daddy Long Legs as “harvestmen” is creepier than 90% of all deliberately created horror but like the worst part is that the alternative is calling them Daddy Long Legs
They are harvesting our sorrows
True harvestmen, and not cellar spiders which are the other Daddy Long Legs, are truly omnivorous- known to eat everything from spiders, to fecal matter, to leaves and fungus… But one of the singularly most interesting habits of a particular European species is their almost symbiotic relationship with beehives– particularly man-made beehives. When a bee dies inside the hives, workers will remove the the corpse to just outside the hive just before dark. And the harvestmen? Well, they live up to their name.
So what you’re saying is that they are the grim reaper for bees.
The grim beeper
theres no difference between exercise and black magic both of them hurt your body at first and drain you of energy but the more you dabble in it the more powerful you become
this is the most inspiring thing i have ever read
I spent too much mana at the gym this week I’m MAGICALLY POOPED.
CAN I JUST SAY ALL THIS MAGICAL SEXUAL TENSION IS HILARIOUS, FIRST YOU MAKE ALL THESE FLOWERS BLOOM AND YOURE SO EMBARRASSED YOU DONT SPEAK TO EACH OTHER FOR A MONTH, THEN YOU LITERALLY BRING BEES INTO IT, ITS BEES AND FLOWERS, HOW COULD THAT POSSIBLY BE MORE SUGGESTIVE, AND THEN ALDKFKDH I CANT STOP LAUGHING
Hello, yes, please forgive me for how rough and poorly written this is. I wrote it on my phone originally and in a frenzied hurry. But, here it is!
Agnieszka and Sarkan have a pair of twins, a boy and a girl named Valek (“He’s going to be a strong boy, I can feel it.”) and Kasimeira (“After Kasia,”) respectively. The two parents dream a myriad of wonderful futures for their children, but things can never be so easy.
It seems simple at first. Valek is a moody boy, like his father: he likes to wear fancy clothes like his papa and he hates messes almost as much as he loves his books. Little-Kasia is a messy girl, like her mother: she loves to help cook and frequently ruins the pretty little dresses her father conjures for her. Agnieszka and Sarkan agreed early on that should magic appear in the two, Valek will be taught primarily by his father and Kasia primarily by her mother. Simple.
Except when magic does appear, the twins are hesitant about their pre-chosen teachers. Its true that they all live… sort of together. (Agnieszka and Sarkan long ago created a permanent sort of portal, a door that, when opened, connects the tower and the little cottage like two rooms in the same house. This way, they both could come and go at their leisure and be where they needed to without being far from one another.) But Valek still felt strange, packing up all of his things from his bedroom in the cottage to move officially into his father’s home. Kasia looks in through the door and into the tower with a rustling feeling in her stomach.
Though they both clearly have magic of their own, neither takes well to their lessons. Valek has to spend three days in bed after trying his first cantrip, and Kasia ends up so lost in the wood it takes her two hours to find her mother again (she finds that she’s terrified of the walkers, though her mother insisted they were only trying to help). Valek keeps trying and trying at cantrips and, like his mother, never seems to be able to get a solid hold on them. He still loves the books and maps and detailed drawings, but feels stifled in the closed-up tower, away from the sun and wind and flowers. Kasia avoided the woods as much as she could after that first day, instead, opting to remain indoors or in the garden just outside, and tries to write down and work through the recipes for spells her mother teaches her. She figures out how to precisely balance ingredients together, and as a result is a wonderful cook, but apparently not a very good forest witch.
About a month after they first began training, Sarkan finds a weed Valek took from between the cracks in the kitchen floor and repotted. It’s been flourishing in the spot next to the boy’s window. The man heaves a sigh and admits to himself that perhaps both of his children have inherited Neitzchka’s magic. The same day, Kasia corrects her mother, again, about how much spice to use in the cake (“You can’t ‘feel the cinnamon in your heart,’ mom. That makes no sense.”), and the woman thinks that perhaps both of her children have inherited her husband’s magic.
It’s a good laugh when they find out they only need to switch.
Kasia takes to cantrips and spells beautifully. As messy as she is, he’s just happy to FINALLY have a student that can perform magic without passing out. What they both quickly figure out, though, is that her spells often have similar effects to her mother’s. Her fires light blue, because she focuses too much on heat rather then flame, and her books are organized by usefulness rather then subject or title (it was a surprise the first time a book leapt from the stack and into her hand, then she realized it was a book of basic spells. It was what was useful in that moment.). Her father is so frustrated and confused because he just does. not. understand.
Its midwinter by this point and Sarkan is Stressed with a capital S over trying to figure out how to teach his daughter. Eventually, he works himself past his limits and ends up sick. Kasia brings him a bowl of soup which, to his surprise, is really quite delicious, and has him out of bed by evening. When he asks, she explains that she made it the same way she observed him making a potion, but with such detail that Sarkan is full of poorly hidden D E L I G H T.
She dives into potion-making with a cook’s eye and everything falls into place. She can’t help being messy though, the right things are just drawn to her, sometimes dripping from her sleeves or gloves or onto the floor. They make themselves known that they’re good for this potion or that, even if she doesn’t understand exactly why (she’ll figure it out eventually, she reasons). When she isn’t in the middle of a mess, she asks her father about the ingredients on the shelves - how are they made, what are they made of, why does each work in a potion the way that it does? She’ll latch onto something in his explanations and run off with it before he can continue. Maybe it’s small or about the properties or how it makes the mixture react a certain way – thicken, thin, turn blue – but whatever it is it, she takes it and works with it in a way he’d never think to. She’s endlessly creative and finds solutions to problems he didn’t even realize there were. It both infuriates Sarkan and makes his chest swell with pride because THAT’S MY DAUGHTER! SHE’S A GENIUS! I LOVE HER SO MUCH! and THAT MAKES SO MUCH SENSE! WHY DIDN’T I THINK OF THAT?!
Meanwhile, back at the cottage, Valek and Agnieszka work together well from almost the beginning. Valek feels like he can finally relax and, most important to Agnieszka, he isn’t afraid of the wood. They don’t always get along, though. He’s still far more cautious than his mother would like, and hesitates, hesitates, hesitates. He wants to find the perfect spot for planting instead of trusting the forest to take care of its own, and experiments with Baba Yaga’s spells tirelessly, like his father does, taking deliberate, painstaking notes instead of feeling things out. It’s only when she sees him in the garden early one morning that she realized – that’s how he viewed the wood. Not as a great, wild mass, but like a garden to be carefully tended.
She starts to notice how he cuts clippings at deliberate angles so they’ll grow back (and grow stronger), and how he knows what each plant needs and why. He knows every inch of the forest, and pays attention to the climate and how the trees move and where the animals appear or vanish, and through that, he’s able to logic his way to where the best spots for harvesting are that day. His attention to detail is astounding, and he can tell poison mushrooms from identical ones that are good to eat. It’s the funniest thing, though, even after a full day of wandering the forests or digging in the soil, he can come out of it perfectly clean. He’s a stark contrast to his mother, who always ends up looking like she’s been dragged through the wood behind a cart.
Though Agnieszka long ago finished the work of clearing the corrupted trees from the wood, the various creatures that once presented themselves as the terrors of the wood still occasionally show up. Valek gets along well with the walkers, they seem to know that the care he puts into the fruit trees is what makes them sweeter and more plentiful.
When they’ve both been trained and given as much wisdom and experience as their parents can offer, they have their naming ceremony, and to everyone’s surprise, and their own delight, something unheard of happens. Neither Valek nor Kasimeira loved their original name – Valek always found his to be too unruly, it pulled knots on his tongue, while godmother Kasia’s name felt too fine and noble for Kasimeira, and chaffed like a too tight dress. The bell rang out that day and gifted them with one another’s name.
From that day forth, they were Kasik of the Wood and Valeska of the Tower, and everything felt right.
Yes I have! It was pretty good, would definitely recommend it (although I still like Uprooted better :))
Hello yes I love this
…and I’ll tell you who holds what. Ready?
- The umbrella, when it rains -
- The popcorn at the cinema -
- The baby, when it cries -
- The ice cream cone, when they share -
- The remote, when they sit down to watch a movie -
- The basket, when they go shopping -
- The door, on dates -
- The other’s hand, most often -
- Their breath, upon seeing the other on their wedding day -
- The camera, when they take pictures together -
1- I could imagine Agnieszka not even owning an umbrella. She doesn’t even mind getting soaked to the bone. Whenever she’s with Sarkan and it starts raining, though, he always pulls out his umbrella (which he actually has with him 24/7) and is bugging her until she’s getting under the umbrella with him like ‘are you crazy? Going out in this weather? Without an umbrella? You’ll get sick and die’
2- Agnieszka, sometimes, when totally engrossed in the movie she hogs the popcorn without noticing.
3- Like, I can’t really imagine them having kids but probably Agnieszka.
4- They rarely share their ice cream because they like completely different flavors, but when do Sarkan holds the cone.
5- Sarkan, idk why but Sarkan.
6- Again, Sarkan. Because when Agnieszka is the one picking out stuff to buy they always end up with way too much groceries.
7- It’s pretty even, sometimes Agnieszka, sometimes Sarkan. Depends on who’s closer to the door. Sarkan does try to be a gentleman and open more doors than Agnieszka though.
8- Since Sarkan likes to make his own life more complicated by being shit at property expressing his emotions, Agnieszka often is the one reaching for his hand. He is the one who’s more often thinking about holding hands though, but most of the time he chickens out before actually doing it.
9- I don’t think that they’d even have a wedding. Sarkan probably considers marriage just a social construct and Agnieszka is literally living in a tree. It’s not like they don’t love each other, they just don’t particularly care about being married. Should they ever get married though, Sarkan totally would be the one absolutely dumbfounded by the sight of Agnieszka.
10- Agnieszka, most times she needs to bug Sarkanfor hours for him to even be in the picture. His secret: he doesn’t even mind taking pictures with her, but it’s just so much fun to watch her try to convince him.
Sarkan, probably: Do you know who I think is the ugliest girl in whole Polnya? That Agnieszka. You know what I’d give her on a scale of one to ten, with one as the ugliest and ten as the prettiest? I’d give her an 8… 8.5… or a 9… but not… NOT over a 9.8. Because there is always room for improvement. Not everyone is perfect, like me. I’m holding out for a 10. Because I’m worth it.
Probably not, because I’m swamped with work at the moment and don’t have the time to plan or curate it :( if someone else would like to plan it though….shoot me a message and maybe we could work something out
Uprooted Ficathon 2018: Enchanted fic masterpost
Thank you to all of our participants this summer! Please consider reblogging this post so that more people can see the writers’ hard work.
(Please click through for warnings, tags, and ratings; some fics contain explicit content.)
When an old enemy rises again, it falls to Polnya’s wizards to protect the kingdom from destruction. Will they prevail, or will a dark sorcerer take from them everything they hold dear?
With a plot against the young king afoot, Sarkan and Agnieszka are called back to Kralia to determine if there is any chance a last corrupted fragment of the Wood still lives in the capital. However, Agnieszka may have gotten more than she bargained for when Sarkan reveals that the potion they are using to scry for it has some undiscussed side effects.
Solya is cursed to speak only the truth after they bring Queen Hanna back to Kralia. He turns to Agnieszka for help, much to their mutual distaste.
As Agnieszka so candidly puts it, “This wouldn’t be such a problem if you weren’t a habitual liar, Solya.”
It begins, as most of Sarkan’s favorite things, at the beginning.
(There was a point in his long life when he believed all things began in such a way. Alas, that was before he witnessed Agnieszka opening one of the rarest, most complex spells in his library somewhere vaguely in the middle and start casting without the barest resemblance of a care for simple things like logic.)
Fire and Honey by earndarby / @myteafine
Agnieszka decides to make candied nuts spelled to ease Sarkan’s bad moods. The charm doesn’t work the way she intends but he still smiles for her anyway.
Two snapshots from a version of the book where every village in the valley has a wizard and their Lord is an ordinary man. The Dragon, the wizard tasked with protecting Dvernik from the Wood, is saddled with an unwilling apprentice in the form of Agnieszka, daughter of the Lord of the Valley.
Chapter 1: First meeting. Chapter 2: Trying one of Jaga’s spells in preparation for an assault on the Wood, several months later.
OH HEY TUMBLR.
Man it has been a while. But I’m excited for the @monthoffearart party that’s about to begin, so I’m back.
Here’s a drawing I did recently! Last month I read “Uprooted” by Naomi Novik and loved it (I actually read it twice in a week, it was great). This drawing is of the main character, Agnieszka. I really loved and identified with her story and character. And, y’know me, I’m a sucker for a Baba Yaga tale.