#ADENI

[miku-earth]

Yemeni (adeni) miku by MikaBriki

[patloika]

Adeni Beetroot Salad

[marklittle]

Adeni Beetroot Salad

[bobemajses]

Adeni Jewish man with traditional headgear, southern Yemen, 1949

[thebeautifulbook]

LA PASSANT [aka THE PASSERBY] A Comedy in one act and verse by François Coppée, 1842-1908. (Paris: Magnier, 1869) Art binding by Georges Adenis.

Brown morocco with gilt design of a guitar bridge and strings. Mother of pearl inset, silver wires. Limited edition of 300.

[getamovieon]

[koenji]

Rachel Nadav (1912-2003), likely 1940s.

"Israeli ballet dancer, born in Aden (Yemen). In 1933 Nadav joined the ballet company of the dancer and choreographer Rina Nikova, a pioneer classic ballet dancer in Eretz Israel. Nadav became leading dancer of Nikova's "Yemenite Ballet Company" and performed around the country and abroad. In the early 1940s she founded a ballet company and integrated classic dances with Yemenite dances, influenced by Nikova's school, and inspired by biblical texts." x

[caffeiiine]

I HAVE COFFEE YEAAAAH YTTD BINGE SESSION AND IMMEDIATE DRAIWNG SESSION DKRECTLY ATER

[hydrvs]

spead the glory of the empire, not the glory of your loins

" might i remind you that what i chpose to do behind closed doors doesn't concern you. "

[freedomsbounty]

@adenial asked: "I could never love you the way you'd want me to love you. You should give up, we should stop this."

The remark came as Sevika adjusted her arm to stroke along Lovek's side. She had been quite content to just relax at the moment with her but soon took to listening to her words. Sitting up, she shifted to touch her face while steel eyes eased to gaze at her lover.

"Why give up when I know what we have is something I do not wish to give up on? I love you, Lovek."

[yunhuntress]

If ur so cool how come u don't have a crossover event in FFXIV huh (gets shit in the head)

Pretty sure my lance somehow ended up in there some how thanks to Sunshine though.

[trehontin]

@adenial gulps audibly,

" How rude. " But would he truly think that? Not particularly, with the laced tone of voice conveying nothing of dismay. More - amusement - if one were to really want to place an emotion on something as hard to interpret as two words. " I asked you a question, no? Are you lost? "

[inundatae]

𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬, overwhelming in its force, its ceaseless flow impossible to divert. Having lived under the yoke of prophecy for nearly the entirety of his long existence, he is still uncertain of that sentiment. If fate must be defied with sacrifice, where life must be the coinage for this precious freedom, then it seems too steep a price. He still remembers those final moments that he will carry as a weight within his heart for the rest of his days. It is the best he can do to honor a trust imparted to him – by remembering, by never allowing the memory to fade.

Thus, when the one god he has ever known has left such an indelible mark upon his soul, it is impossible not to make comparisons when in the company of yet another. Just as the flow of a river, the current of his own fate will cross with those of the remaining seven. It is only fitting, he supposes as he sits across from the one who bears the mantle once celebrated for love, that it would be this one. From what he has learned from the Traveler, the Tsaritsa is adamant in changing the course of those rivers.

Will she too learn the same lesson as he and so many others on the matter of prophecy and fate?

“I trust the Fourth Harbinger has delivered the Gnosis safely into your keeping?” He chooses to host her over tea as it is the way of Fontaine, her way, and he knows of no other recourse. Yet his own cup remains untouched, his own dessert still sits on the ornate table between them, the cutlery still pristine. Pleasantries and small talk were never within his realm of expertise and he has no patience for what he deems as wasted time. “Though I have had further collaborations with the House of the Hearth especially in the restoration of Fontaine after the flood, I have yet to speak directly with Lady Arlecchino to personally ascertain its conveyance.” / @adenial

[arcanescionmoved]

⌜ ♥ @adenial ⌟ ―― Personal OOC answers ► 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘾𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂   𝙊𝙐𝙏 = ❝ [ OC ]:     for the mun to talk about a mun’s original character (OC) muse who they really like, for any reason at all, from the way that they’re written, themes that are referenced in the portrayal, how the mun explores their character, the characteristics and personality and relationships found in their portrayal, etc. ❞

You know, I'm a huge supporter of OCs, I use to write OCs liek no tomorrow (I had a multi-muse blog once of like... 30 OCs XD).

So now that I think about it, I'm kind of sad I don't have many OCs on my blog! I think I got....3? 5? I'm not sure but I want every single one of you to know your amazing. So, instead of talking about just one, I'm going to link EVERYONE who has OCs here.

@adenial / @sxlemnity / @crowtongued / @elisethetraveller / @th-ramblr / @goldenmedic / @astrxae

I think... that is all the OC blogs (If I have missed you, please, PLEASE tell me! but I think I got everyone).

The one thing about OCs is that, each and every one of these people take time to create a character from scratch. They write up a history, develop a personality, form family bonds and tragedies that might happen. They literally put so SOO much time into OCs and sometimes, people don't get the proper appreciation and observation they deserve. Muns of OCs muses deserve so much, because it is not easy to craft a character from the bottom up. I am not saying people who write canons are any less important (write a canon character is just as valid and important and have the same about of love and depth). But to take weeks, sometimes even months, to create an OC.

It takes a lot of time and devotion and every person who writes an OC should know just how amazing that is. So I can't just talk about one of you guys, because all of you deserve a spotlight and notice.

I notice you. I see you.

We may not write or interact, but I think your OCs are amazing.

[primalvessel]

Gimme maru and lovek fluff right MEOW

@adenial

It was no secret that Maru liked to touch. He was forever doing it without thinking - brushing a lock of hair aside, touching hands, arms, shoulders and everything while he talked, even little things like brushing his tail against someone.

Lovek had come to know this.

What he may not have expected though, was that the feline was even worse when he was sharing a bed.

The Viera was awake before Maru and in the hazy light of the early morning, shortly before the feline was likely to wake on his own anyway, Lovek woke to being subject to the Miqo'te's clinginess.

Maru was partially sprawled across him, head pillowed on the Viera's chest. One leg thrown across Lovek's waist, one arm across Lovek's chest but bent to rest his hand in a loosely closed fist not too far from the steady beat of his lover's heart.

No nightmares for either of them.

No sudden jolts into wakefulness, no racing pulse, lips pulled pulled back in a snarl or a grimace, the taste of blood on the tongue.

Just quiet. A gradual awareness of the birdsong outside, gentle and lilting. The stream of light and the motes of dust that danced in it, playing over the feline's bare shoulder and the tattoos that decorated it. And gradually, as Lovek's hand rose into the untidy mop of snowy hair, the low rumble of content purring as Maru woke to warmth and comfort.

Rare was it that life granted them such softness, such tenderness. Rarer still was it that they allowed it for themselves.

So long as Maru lay there, pretending to not be quite awake yet, they could both enjoy the warmth as the rising sun chased away the last vestiges of the night and ushered in a day that promised to be better than the last.

[caffeiiine]

yeah today is a writing night methinks [<- girl who is shaking from caffeine]