#Belarys

[almostarts]

Maxwell Yellen, Lounge chair, Belarus / USA, c. 1950,

Walnut, Enameled Steel, Webbing,

28½ h × 24½ w × 28 d in (72 × 62 × 71 cm)

[qcoded]

some genderbend art I've been meaning to post :P empress belari and the collector!!

these can double as art for that canon divergent, teen girl!philip i was talking about lol

[lvmbien]

Smn smn anniversary post?? idk

Im a little late on it, but March 13th of last year was when I started playing Obey Me. Which then resulted in me pulling several of my friends down with me and all of us becoming even closer. it was a great time, and even if Im not nearly as fixated on it as I was back then im still incredibly thankful for the game and our respective blorbos for being the catalyst that allowed our bond to grow.

(all that said; this is old art lmfao its been so long since ive drawn this dickhead)

[famouslook1987]

एनसीईआरटी में अनिल करेंगे कविता पाठ

पिंडरा/संसद वाणी : स्थानीय विकास खण्ड के प्राथमिक विद्यालय बेलारी में इंचार्ज प्रधानाध्यापक के पद पर कार्य��त शिक्षक अनिल कुमार को एनसीईआरटी नई दिल्ली में आयोजित हो रही दो दिवसीय कार्यशाला में आमंत्रित किया गया है।हिंदी के प्रचार एव प्रसार के लिए केंद्रीय शैक्षिक प्रौद्योगिकी संस्थान एनसीईआरटी नई दिल्ली में हिंदी पखवाड़ा शिक्षक कवि सम्मेलन के तहत डिजिटल शिक्षा में राजभाषा हिंदी का बढ़ता प्रभाव…

[townpostin]

Baba Baidyanath Seva Sangh's Kawariya Group Reaches Sultanganj Safely

1,100 devotees from Jamshedpur continue their pilgrimage with collective prayers and cultural events. The group of 1,100 kawariyas from Jamshedpur, part of the Baba Baidyanath Seva Sangh, successfully reached Sultanganj on Monday. JAMSHEDPUR – On Sunday, a group of 1,100 kawariyas from the Baba Baidyanath Seva Sangh set off from Jamshedpur and safely reached Sultanganj by Monday. Founder member…

[pinkworkshop]

[mengejasendu]

Mengingat dialog sama diri sendiri (dulu pas masa pre-klinik) yang isinya perdebatan tentang idealisme, konsistensi prinsip, mengenali diri untuk menemukan bingkai diri yang disebut "passion" atau "jati diri" atau anggap aja belajar membaca peta diri menuju "tingkat maturasi" yang diinginkan banyak orang dewasa. 

Berkeinginan punya hasrat yang Istiqomah untuk mengasah diri, memberikan sebagian dari diri untuk percaya bahwa tidak ada yang lebih bahagia menjalani hidup dengan mindfullness menyadari bahwa aku menikmati itu semua, meski harus berkali-kali dikecewakan, dikhianati atau harus bersusah payah belajar untuk tidak menyalahkan diri.

Semakin kesini dengan abu-abunya kedewasaan, ternyata modal tabunganku berproses sedari dulu sama sekali masih jauh dari kata cukup untuk membendungi pribadi, untuk membentuk karakter ideal dalam diri. 

Pernah nggak sih kalian merasa diposisi bahwa life battery kalian udah nggak optimal untuk menyerukan ambisi, udah loyo untuk tetap keras kepala belari sama fastabiqul khoirot, udah kosong untuk konsisten sama hal-hal besar?

Rasanya cuma kepengen hidup jalan aja, ga perlu muluk-muluk harus A atau B. Dulu ada temen deket pernah bilang bahwa; 

"Salah satu hal yang paling berat dalam hidup adalah Istiqomah dan tidak ada istiqomah selain lebih istiqomah."

Ternyata memang seperti itu, konsistensi bukan tentang ujung atau berhasil tidaknya keinginan kita. Hasil dari konsistensi atau keistiqomahan adalah konsistensi itu sendiri, adalah self-belonging kita terhadap Istiqomah itu sendiri. 

Semoga siapapun yang kehabisan baterai ambisi, dan berkali-kali jatuh; nggak lupa bahwa konsistensi bersama orang-orang yang tidak pernah berhenti buat mencoba buat bertumbuh.

[meeresufe]

Belarys and USSR

I'm sorry I didn't put anything out for a long time. / Sorry for the mistakes in the text

[jusuffarhan]

Mungkin kita semua pernah di titik ini apapun maksiatnya.

Langkah pertama untuk jadi lebih baik, yaitu dengan menerima kita lekat dengan salah, tanpa salah mungkin kita akan lupa untuk kembali kepada Allah ta'ala.

Jangan sampai lupa, salah itu yang buat kita jadi manusia, maka pakai salah hari ini untuk mengevaluasi diri dan terhubung kepadaNya kembali.

Karena apa lagi yang lebih baik di lakukan selain kembali mengejar ridhoNya?

Yuk, kencangkan lagi tali sepatumu, dan mulai belari lagi meskipun dari awal.

Temanmu @jusuffarhan

[karbonklorida]

Sangar

Seperti bermain dadu Aku tak berani menebak sisi mana yang kuhadapi malam itu Seperti lemari berdebu Aku tak mengira ada yang menyembunyikan sesuatu Seperti remaja yang rindu Hujan turun tanpa residu Rintik itu bergantung pada emosi yang satu

Naif sekali untuk berfikir bahwa kamu bisa bahagia asalkan seseorang bahagia Realitanya, sulit untuk membahagiakan orang lain, kalau kamu sendiri belum bahagia

Kau adalah seorang yang tegar Tegak berdiri meski hidup menampar Berani berjalan meski petir menyambar Terus belari meski masalah berkelakar Kau juga adalah seorang yang sabar Berusaha teguh pada hal yang benar Terlihat garang tapi berhati besar Sebab baikmu tak samar, tapi mengakar Semua itu kini membuatku sadar

Peliknya hidup membentuk guratan pada wajahmu Juga jemarimu dan telapak tanganmu Pahitnya perjalanan yang kau tempuh sendiri Kelamnya malam yang kau tenggak habis Aku akan terus mencoba untuk mengerti Meski kau selalu sungkan membagi beban Atau untuk sekedar mengaku terluka Aku tak pernah meragukanmu Tak pernah sekalipun meremehkanmu Apalagi menganggapmu lemah Sebab tak perlu banyak kata untuk membacamu Aku akan mendampingimu, selalu.

Archive : 5 Januari 2025

Semoga lekas pulih dan usil seperti sediakala🌻

[cyberphuck]

I gave my friend her birthday gift (which I've been working on for weeks) last night, so I can FINALLY start to post pieces of it here and infodump about my OCs a little bit. (some of the drawings are of her OCs and if I get permission I'll post those too.) Right to left: Anna Nabokov, chainsmoking art thief. The fur coat is a family heirloom. Not her family, but someone's. Yves "Yaya" Belarie: Former cop, top of his class at the Academy, doesn't believe violence is the answer. Violence is the question and the answer is "yes." Patrick "Poppy Pinks" Pinkerton: Owner of the Queen Lizzie Theatre in Glasgow. Kicks exactly as much ass as you're imagining a 6'5" Glaswegian drag queen would. (Also former cop, bottom of his class at the Academy.) Jericho Pferdman: Fresh off a really bad breakup that ruined his life and his hair. He didn't have to poison his ex to death, but everyone deserves a little treat now and then. Simon "Stripes" Flagg: Always volunteers to go first.

[qcoded]

Designs for my Genderbend AU :P Empress Belari and The Collector!!!

I fucked up and forgot Bel's earring, but otherwise these turned out nice 😭

wasn't sure whether to give her pants or a skirt so. alt ver!!

[myriamas]

who: @raviofthesun when and where: semi-flashback, set the first time myriam sees her former brother in law prince ravi martell following her incident with king jaehaerys targaryen. tdlr: lord belarys monterys, a valyrian lord, was behind the kidnap and selling of myriam's sister, mayya allyrion. their confrontation did not go well. here is the post.

she did not know when she had stopped the bloodcurdling screams; two had seeped through the air of kings landing from the carriage of the departing dornish princess, the first being of shock and revulsion at the sight of the lifeless corpse before her, and the second being of pure, uncontrollable anger and despair.

because the head that stared back at her from her bottom of her silk skirts was that monterys belarys, the only man that was able to answer questions as to her sister's whereabouts: the one who was no doubt responsible for whatever had been done to her.

the valyrians had allowed their dark fantasies to once again get out of hand; creeping to inflict upon the closest dornish woman, and myriam knew that if her sister was not already dead, she was all but dead with the death of monterys. she had seen jaehaerys targaryen for who he was. an inbred, madman who had his pride wounded by her rejection of a marriage proposal - who had attempted to infringe upon dorne through a wedding cloak first, and a sword second.

the sword of the morning had immediately gone to the prince of house martell, her good brother through marriage to his oldest brother - who was now nothing but ashes.

but myriam and ravi continued to live, supporting the consolidation of dorne for the three year old princess who now bore the weight of the crown. her daughter, her only child. she had been made to remain in her chambers, and by the time ravi martell had come to her doorstep, it was already too late. the evidence of her unravelling was obvious; there were paintings that had been ripped off the walls, and mirrors that had been shattered, and multiple empty goblets of wine.

empty bottles too. there was a sudden flurry of blood orange skirts hemmed with gold, feeling her heart beating as though it were going to spill from her mouth and onto the tiles below their feet.

"they will pay for this, TELL ME jaehaerys targaryen will pay for this." she spoke, her voice the very epitome of heat: not anger, but heat and fire itself. she did realise when she got so close to ravi martell, it were as though she blinked and was suddenly beside him. "i want to ruin his fucking life. i want him to wake up and realise the only way to make it end is to crack open his skull from leaping from his window."

[planktonheretic]

Summery WIP with Belari...

[aurora-light-blog]

A Valyrian Legend

  by Shella Longclaw

 I wish to thank Flock Leader Vasillis and the Winged Men’s storytellers for preserving this story for thousands of years. Storytellers are highly regarded by the Winged Men and maintain meticulous records of stories. Vasillis kindly shared this tale with me during my visit to Carcosa.

The Valyrian noblewoman who married Yellow Emperor Chai Duq had told a Valyrian legend to her two sons and guests. I understand how most maesters feel about legends and myths, but I respectfully ask to keep an open mind concerning this tale. Perhaps, we won’t be so quick to discard things like “believing in grumkins and snarks nonsense,” after examining this tale.

The story begins, “In the mysterious lands of the far west, there lives plant children and snarks. Your great ancestor the first Lord Belaerys had traveled there with Lady Owya and Lord Latus.

“They had a small army and three powerful dragons. They foolishly believed that they could conquer the massive land of the West. The Warlord Brandon had men who turned into giant wolves. His men slaughter the Valyrian army. The snarks and the plant children killed Lord Belarys and Lord Latus’ dragons. They wisely surrendered their Valyrian swords to the warlord.

“Lady Owya refused to yield. Her dragon was one of the oldest and biggest dragons of Valyria. Aureus was a fierce she-dragon who defeated nearly all the snarks single handedly. The last snark leaped into her dragon’s mouth. The cold snark turned the dragon’s fire to ice. The fiery dragon became a mad ice dragon and spawned four ice dragons that flew northeast. Lady Owya charged on despite the loss of her dragon.

“She slayed three plant children. The ice dragon’s breath changed dirt into a hard glass. The children used up all their weapons to slay the ice monster. One of the plant children grabbed the glass and stabbed her in the chest. It melted on her hot blood but not before it pierced her heart. Her veins went blue. Her skin grew cold and pale as snow. Lord Belaerys and Lord Latus escaped with their lives. Her unbridled ambitions doomed her to death.”

When asked by Prince Zi if the legend was true, she answered, “probably not, though our house did indeed lose a sword as did the ancient houses of Latus and Owya.”

Here are interesting details to consider. It must be noted that snarks aren’t a Yi Tish legend, though oddly enough griffins are part of Yi Tish tradition. “Warlord Brandon” could easily mean a King Stark. The North does have stories to match this, where certain people are “skinchangers.” The plant children could be the Northern legendary “children of the forest.”

Now, in the tale, Lord Belaerys and Lord Latus surrender to possibly King Stark. This could have occurred in the Age of Heroes, which is when the legendary sword Ice came in the possession of House Stark. The sword is Valyrian steel, and no one knows where the Stark kings acquired it. Likewise, no one knows why Valyria never attempted to conquer Westeros. Was it simply too far away, or did a crushing defeat scare them away?

[cmechathin]

but if you’re looking for stable that’ll never be me (celric)

Naquela manhã, fez o possível para evitar pensar muito sobre a mensagem que Celeste enviara na noite anterior. Todas as opções que sua mente conseguia elaborar pareciam péssimas notícias, e Cedric chegou à conclusão rapidamente de que remoer possibilidades serviria apenas para preocupá-lo. Ainda esperava, no entanto, que a maga não desejasse parar de encontrá-lo. Por sorte, as reuniões padrão da manhã foram substituídas por um brunch simbólico com figuras importantes da política de Sarin e também de países vizinhos. Ao seu lado, na mesa do Palácio do Governo, sentaram-se Aurora, sua prima de segundo grau — a vice governadora de Sarin —, seu tio e mais duas anciãs Bondurant: uma de suas tias e sua tia avó, também mãe da vice governadora. Do outro lado da mesa retangular feita de um grande bloco de quartzo transparente e parcialmente polido, encontravam-se representantes de outras nações do continente. Destacava-se Isobel Belaris, presidente de Carínia, um país em constantes crises políticas e militares, posicionado imediatamente ao sul de Sarin. Nos próximos dias, ela também se encontraria com figuras da família Mechathin, como era apropriado. Foi somente a importância da ocasião, então, que conseguiu tirar Celeste de sua mente e, após as despedidas dos convidados, os pensamentos começaram a brotar novamente, intensificando-se até o momento em que se viu dentro da propriedade de Lucien. Antes da mensagem, tinha passado dias ansiando por aquele momento, mas ali, passando pela porta principal da mansão e em seguida chegando ao quarto, desejava adiá-lo. Sorriu levemente ao ver Celeste e retirou o casaco pesado de algodão. Dobrou o tecido sobre a cama. Não se viam havia uma semana, gostaria de beijá-la ali mesmo, mas a situação misteriosa parecia exigir dele cautela. — Não me chamou para terminar, chamou? — Perguntou com ar de risos, tentando esconder a preocupação, mas também querendo diminuir seu sofrimento. Se fosse isso, que soubesse de uma vez, e se não fosse… Poderia ser…?

Durante os longos minutos que se passaram até Cedric chegar à mansão, a maga de fogo caiu em uma reflexão desesperada novamente. Deveria acabar tudo. Se ainda tivesse alguma sanidade correndo em suas veias, deveria acabar aquele caso insensato naquela mesma noite. Não podia trair Lance assim, não podia trair a confiança que sua mãe depositava nela dessa maneira.

Antes, quando não tinha um pretendente sério, podia fingir que sua mania pelo Bondurant dizia somente dela. Que, sim, se fosse descoberta, levaria desgosto à toda sua linhagem sanguínea, mas que esta sobreviveria mesmo se ela fosse deserdada. Na situação em que se encontrava, entretanto, se o caso fosse revelado, poderia perder uma excepcional adição à família e trazer desgraça ao nome político e econômico dos Mechathin. Tinha mais a perder agora.

Por que, então, estava com o coração pesado somente ao pensar em dizer o que deveria dizer a ele? 

Celeste não se moveu nem mesmo ao ouvir os passos do mago no corredor, fazendo-o apenas quando ele entrou no quarto e lançou uma pergunta divertida no ar, como costumava fazer. O que passava na cabeça dele? O que Cedric imaginava que estavam ali para discutir? Teria ele alguma ideia do que estava por vir? Pela disposição que ouvia em sua voz, imaginava que não. 

Ela, sentada à cama, virou o corpo em sua direção, sem reagir à seu pequeno sorriso com um próprio. Estava estupidamente lindo, como sempre, e o coração da Mechathin se apertou. Perguntou-se como ele receberia aquela notícia, se apenas a ideia de dividí-la com Lance o deixava tomado por ciúmes. Como reagiria ao saber que tinha dormido novamente com ele? O que pensaria dela dar o primeiro passo de um compromisso com o homem que já expressou antipatizar?

Sem conseguir conceber uma resposta positiva a qualquer uma dessas questões, Celeste decidiu não enrolar, pois temeu que se não fosse direto ao ponto, terminaria não conseguindo falar nada.

— Eu prometi te contar quando acontecesse… — disse, desviando o olhar para a roupa de cama rapidamente, mas voltando a encará-lo dois segundos depois, ainda que sem firmeza alguma no olhar — Eu e Lance dormimos juntos.