#Black Dynasty

[redappleswoman]

RECENSIONE: Libra ( Black Dynasty #4 ) di Marilena Barbagallo

Terza nella linea dei Dodici e prima a essersi sacrificata per la dinastia. Nessuno mi ha obbligata a sposarmi, l’ho voluto io. Dovevo scappare dai miei demoni e dai miei sentimenti sbagliati. Desideravo vincolarmi, in modo da non poter essere più libera di correre verso l’oscurità. Ma il fascino delle tenebre ha continuato ad ammaliarmi per anni e, con la mente, sono rimasta nel passato, dove…

[queeny23]

Posting Naomi everyday til her Birthday 💚

61/110

My fave looked too good last night! 😍

[artthatgivesmefeelings]

Bust of a Pharaoh Dating: Amenhotep IV / Akhenaten (18th Dynasty -> New Kingdom -> Egypt) Neues Museum, Berlin, Germany

[xoxorealitygalore]

Trust and Believe II

You pushed me far

You brought me to it

You had my heart

But then you blew it, oh

summary: Keyshia and Joe had a seemingly perfect life together after marrying in 2010. However, as their careers grew, so did the strain on their relationship. When Joe cheats on Keyshia. The emotional fallout from the incident leaves their relationship hanging in the balance, with Keyshia questioning if they could ever recover from the betrayal.

Keyshia Anoa’i Ordered to Pay $100,000 to Woman She Assaulted in Roman Reigns’ Penthouse

Following an assault in September, Keyshia Anoa’i's three-month-long legal drama has finally come to an end and the singer will have to fork over a large amount of money.

According to a report from TMZ, Anoa’i's lawsuit ended in a default judgment after the singer never showed up to court. Anoa’i has been ordered to pay $100,000 to the woman suing her.

Anoa’i was originally arrested in September, for assaulting the woman, after she noticed the woman in the penthouse of her husband Roman Reigns. The singer reportedly went into a fit of rage and immediately attacked the woman, leaving bruises on her face.

Following the attack, the woman pressed charges against Anoa’i. The victim then filed a lawsuit and sought punitive damages for battery, intentional infliction of emotional distress, negligence, and premises liability.

Keyshia stood near the window in Joe's office, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as she watched him carefully write out the check for $100,000. The words Court-Ordered Payment were typed at the top, followed by the name of the woman who had sued her—the woman Keyshia had attacked after discovering her with Joe.

Keyshia couldn't help but feel a sharp pang of bitterness. She wasn’t proud of what she’d done, but part of her resented the fact that this whole situation had spiraled so far out of control. Joe had betrayed her, yet she was the one facing the consequences. The weight of the money, the legal issues, the humiliation—it all felt like a cruel reminder of how little control she had over her own life at that moment.

Joe placed the check in an envelope and sealed it, his face a mixture of frustration and resignation. “I hope you learned your lesson, Keyshia,” he said, his voice firm. “You can’t go around putting your hands on people.”

Keyshia rolled her eyes, not bothering to reply immediately. She wasn’t interested in hearing him lecture her on right and wrong, not now, not after everything that had happened between them. The whole situation felt exhausting, suffocating. She exhaled sharply, her gaze drifting to the backyard outside the window where the party for their daughter, Jovie, was taking place. It was a beautiful scene—a Ballerina and Bows-themed birthday party in full swing, with their youngest daughter smiling and playing with her friends.

“Whatever,” Keyshia muttered, her voice flat. “I have better things to worry about, like our daughter’s birthday party that’s happening downstairs in our backyard.” Her voice trailed off, as if the party—Jovie’s special day—was just another thing to get through. The weight of her words hung in the air as she stared out at the scene.

Joe, trying to keep his calm, responded, his tone clipped but measured. “That doesn’t change the fact that you attacked someone, Keyshia. You have to take responsibility for your actions.”

Keyshia's eyes narrowed, and her lips curled into a bitter smile. “And what about you? You think writing a check is going to fix everything, Joe? You cheated on me, remember? That’s why I’m here, standing in this room, having this conversation.”

Her words were sharp, cutting through the room like a blade. Joe’s expression tightened, and for a moment, the weight of his own guilt seemed to cloud his face. “I told you already, it was a heat-of-the-moment thing. I messed up. I was stupid. It wasn’t supposed to happen.”

Keyshia’s laugh was hollow and full of disbelief. “Heat of the moment,” she repeated, the words coming out like venom. “You think that’s an excuse?”

It was clear that Keyshia’s anger was not just about the attack. The check, the lawsuit, and the court orders were all secondary to the deep, gnawing wound in her chest—the betrayal Joe had inflicted on her and their family. She was so hurt, so angry that the words poured out before she could stop them. Every sentence she spoke felt like a raw, jagged edge.

Joe’s face softened, the guilt and regret now evident in his eyes. “I’m sorry, Keyshia. I know I hurt you. I’ll never be able to undo what I did, but I am sorry.”

“You’re sorry?” Keyshia snapped. “You don’t get to be sorry now, Joe. You don’t get to apologize and pretend everything is fine. You cheated on me, and you’ve destroyed everything. I’ve been by your side through thick and thin, and this is how you repay me?”

Her voice cracked slightly on the last words. The emotional weight of the situation was too much to bear. Keyshia had spent years supporting Joe through his chronic myeloid leukemia diagnosis—standing by him during the toughest times of his life. But in return, he had betrayed her in the most intimate way possible, with another woman. It was something she would never be able to reconcile, and the pain was still too fresh.

Joe shifted uncomfortably, his gaze now directed at the floor. He could feel her anger, and he could feel the blame resting squarely on his shoulders. His voice was quieter now, almost pleading. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I love you, Keyshia. I love our family. I know I messed up, but I’m trying to make it right.”

Keyshia let out a humorless laugh. “Love? That’s rich coming from the guy who took another woman to bed behind my back. You’ve broken everything, Joe. Everything. I don’t even know who you are anymore.” Her voice trembled with the weight of her emotions.

There was a brief silence between them, the tension palpable. Joe’s shoulders slumped, and for a moment, Keyshia saw the man she had once loved—a man who had been broken by his own actions. But the hurt was too deep. She couldn’t see past the betrayal anymore. She had been through so much, not just for Joe but for their children as well. She had sacrificed so much, and now, everything felt like it had been for nothing.

The silence was interrupted by a knock at the door, and before either of them could respond, Joe’s mother, Lisa, poked her head inside. “You two are missing your daughter’s birthday,” Lisa said, her voice a mixture of concern and gentle reprimand.

Keyshia sighed heavily, her anger still simmering beneath the surface. She turned away from Joe and walked toward the door, not wanting to engage any longer. She couldn’t deal with him, not now, not with the weight of everything else on her shoulders. Joe followed her, his eyes still full of remorse as he tried to find some way to reach her.

Downstairs, the party was in full swing. The children were laughing, running around the backyard, playing games and enjoying the festivities. Jovie, their three-year-old, spotted her parents and squealed with joy. “Mommy! Daddy!” she exclaimed, her face lighting up with excitement as she ran toward them.

Keyshia forced a smile, her heart aching as she knelt down to hug her daughter. “Hey, baby,” she said softly, her voice full of warmth. “Are you enjoying your party?”

Jovie nodded enthusiastically, her pigtails bouncing as she smiled up at her mother. “Yes! I love my cake!”

Joe stepped forward, scooping Jovie up in his arms. “Let’s cut your birthday cake, little lady,” he said, his voice affectionate as he carried her toward the table where the three-tiered birthday cake sat.

Keyshia followed them, her heart heavy as she watched the interaction between father and daughter. Jovie, oblivious to the tension between her parents, kissed Joe on the cheek and then turned to Keyshia. “Mommy, kiss Daddy!” she said, her little voice insistent.

Keyshia hesitated, her hands fluttering nervously at her sides. Everyone was watching, and the weight of their eyes felt suffocating. She bit her lip, trying to hold back the wave of emotions threatening to crash over her. Her smile was forced, and there was an edge to it that didn’t quite reach her eyes. But Jovie didn’t care—she just wanted her parents to be happy, to be together.

Keyshia hesitated for a moment longer before finally giving in to her daughter’s request. She leaned in and kissed Joe on the cheek, the brief touch feeling like a stark reminder of everything that had gone wrong.

Jovie, delighted, blew out her candles with a dramatic puff, and the room erupted in applause. Everyone gathered around the cake as Lisa began cutting slices. The birthday party continued, and Keyshia did her best to maintain the facade of happiness for the sake of their children. But inside, everything felt broken.

Hours later, the party was over. The house had been cleaned, the decorations taken down, and the children tucked into bed. Keyshia made her way to the guest room—the same room she had been staying in for the past three months since the incident.

As she passed the hallway, she saw Joe standing near the door, blocking her way. His eyes were tired, and his face was drawn with the weight of their unresolved issues.

“I keep trying to hate you,” Keyshia said, her voice strained with emotion. “It’d be so much easier if I did.”

Joe sighed deeply, his expression heavy with regret. “Don’t worry. I hate myself enough for both of us.”

Keyshia felt the words land like a weight on her chest. She didn’t know what was worse—the fact that Joe had cheated, or the fact that now, both of them were lost in their own pain, unable to fix the broken pieces of their once happy family.

For now, all she could do was turn and walk away, seeking solace in the solitude of the guest room, where she could bury her grief and confusion. It was the only place she felt she could truly breathe. But deep down, she knew that their story—her story—was far from over.

Keyshia closed the door behind her with a soft click, the sound echoing in the quiet hallway. The guest room, small and sparsely decorated, felt like a prison. It had been her sanctuary since the night of the incident, a place to retreat when the walls of their home, once full of warmth and laughter, now felt cold and suffocating. The bed, unmade and untouched, seemed to mock her attempts at peace. She dropped her purse onto the chair, removed her shoes, and sat on the edge of the bed, her mind swirling with emotions she couldn’t sort through.

Her hands trembled as she pulled her phone from her bag, but she quickly dropped it back into her lap. What was the point of checking it again? She had already seen the messages—Joe’s constant apologies, his mother’s concerned texts asking if she was okay, and a few messages from family and friends offering sympathy. None of it mattered. None of it could fix what had happened.

For a brief moment, she closed her eyes and allowed herself to feel the weight of everything—the attack, the lawsuit, the broken trust, the children who still didn’t fully understand the gravity of the situation. Her mind replayed the night she had walked into Joe’s penthouse and found him with another woman. The shock had hit her first, followed by a surge of adrenaline that clouded her judgment. She had lashed out, not thinking of the consequences, not considering how much more it would cost her—emotionally, financially, or legally.

How had it come to this?

The thought echoed in her mind as if trying to make sense of the chaos her life had become. They had been through so much together, and yet, here they were—on opposite sides of a divide neither of them seemed to know how to cross. She had loved Joe. Truly loved him. And despite everything, part of her still did. But love wasn’t enough when the trust was shattered. It wasn’t enough when the man you had given everything to betrayed you so completely.

Keyshia pulled her knees up to her chest, resting her chin on them as she stared at the empty space in front of her. The dim light from the hallway crept in through the cracks of the door, casting long shadows across the floor. It felt like the darkness inside her was reflected in the room. She had been angry—furious, in fact. But now, the anger was slowly being replaced by exhaustion. She couldn’t keep fighting like this. She didn’t have the energy anymore.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps outside the door. Joe’s voice, muffled but clear, called through the wood. “Keyshia, please,” he said. “I need to talk to you.”

She didn’t answer right away, not because she didn’t hear him, but because she wasn’t sure what there was left to say. Joe had apologized over and over again, but the weight of his betrayal felt too heavy to lift with mere words. She didn’t want to talk to him, not now, not when everything felt so raw and unresolved.

But then, she heard the faint creak of the door. Joe had opened it, even though she hadn’t invited him in.

He stood there, a few feet away, looking at her with a mixture of guilt and pain in his eyes. He had been through so much over the years with his chronic myeloid leukemia diagnosis, and Keyshia had been there, every step of the way, supporting him through the treatments, the hospital visits, the endless rounds of chemotherapy. But in the end, it wasn’t the cancer that had nearly destroyed their family—it was Joe’s choices, his infidelity, his inability to keep his promises.

“I know you don’t want to talk to me,” Joe said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. “I get it. But I’m asking for a chance to fix this. Please, Keyshia.”

She raised her head, her eyes locking with his for the first time in hours. His face was etched with sorrow, but Keyshia couldn’t ignore the sense of self-pity that also lingered there. He was sorry. She could see that, but that didn’t change the fact that his actions had left her broken.

“You want to fix this?” Keyshia asked, her voice steady but cold. “You think writing a check, making promises, and saying you’re sorry is enough to fix this?”

Joe stepped further into the room, his hands slightly raised in a gesture of peace. “I’m not asking for forgiveness right now, Keyshia. I know I don’t deserve it. But I need you to know that I’m going to do whatever it takes to make things right. I don’t care how long it takes.”

Keyshia couldn’t suppress the bitter laugh that escaped her. “How can you possibly make things right, Joe? The damage has been done. You can’t un-cheat. You can’t erase the way I feel right now. Do you really think we can go back to how things were?”

Joe flinched at her words, the truth cutting through him like a knife. “No, I don’t think we can just go back,” he admitted. “But I want to try. For us. For our family. And for our kids.”

The mention of their children made Keyshia pause. It always did. They had seven kids—Josie, Kayleigh, the twins Jonas and Kingston, Jarvis and Kingsley, and little Jovie. Their lives were intertwined, their futures linked in ways that Keyshia couldn’t ignore, no matter how angry or hurt she felt.

“You don’t get it, do you?” she said, standing up from the bed. Her voice had softened now, but there was an underlying desperation. “I can’t just forget this, Joe. I can’t go back to being that woman who believed in us, in you. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to look at you the same way again.”

Joe’s eyes filled with tears. The ache in his chest was palpable as he looked at the woman he had loved for so long, the woman he had betrayed in the worst way possible. “I know. And I hate myself for it. I wish I could change everything. But I can’t. I just need you to know that I’m not giving up on us. I’ll do whatever it takes. I promise.”

Keyshia took a step back, shaking her head. “I don’t know if I can believe you anymore,” she whispered, the weight of her words hitting both of them.

There was a long pause, as if the very air between them had become heavy and thick with everything unspoken. Finally, Joe spoke again, his voice broken. “I understand if you need time. But please know, Keyshia… I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Keyshia’s heart wavered. There was something in his voice that made her believe him—just for a second. But that was all. One second. And then the walls she had built around her heart rushed back into place, pushing out any tenderness, any chance of reconciliation.

She stared at him for a long moment, weighing his words, his promises, his tears. But in the end, she could only nod slowly. “You should go, Joe. We both need time.”

Without another word, Joe turned and left the room, the door clicking softly behind him. Keyshia let out a shaky breath, her legs giving way as she collapsed back onto the bed. The tears she had been holding back for so long finally broke free, flowing freely as her body trembled with the weight of everything she was feeling—anger, pain, betrayal, confusion.

For the first time in months, Keyshia allowed herself to cry. Not for the woman she had attacked, not for the lawsuit, or the court order—but for the woman she had once been, and for the life she had lost. She didn’t know where they would go from here. But one thing was clear: the road ahead was uncertain, and the road back was blocked by too much hurt to navigate.

As the night wore on and her tears slowly subsided, Keyshia realized that she didn’t have all the answers. But perhaps, in time, she would find a way to heal. The future was a blurry horizon, but she wasn’t about to give up on herself.

[deadmegumi]

If your favorite naruto character is not an uchiha I do believe there is something inherently impure about your spirit and you should get that taken care of

[thepastisalreadywritten]

‘HOUSE OF THE DRAGON’ Season 2 will have a new opening credits scene accompanied by the original Game of Thrones tune.

It is described as an embroidery of a Bayeux Tapestry-style history of House Targaryen with threads jumping through the base fabric. 🐲⬛

Premieres June 16 on HBO.

[romanreignsbae]

Stressed out - R.R

SMUT❗️

Warnings💗: daddy kink, unprotected p in v, 69ing, rough sex, multiple orgasms.

Requests are open!

Y/n walked through the doors of her home, in her worse state yet. She had just had the shittiest day at work. She started off the day, without her husbands goodbye kiss because he had to hit the gym early. Which only made her start her day crankier, then she headed to work, and got caught in a massive traffic jam causing her to make it to work barely on time. Then all her patients we’re ordering her back and forth to do tasks for them. Then to top it off her boss told her ‘she needed to learn to do her job more efficiently and act like she’s grateful for it.’ Like jeez, could she catch a break?

“Hey baby!” her husband said while walking into their main hallway. She didn’t even have the energy to respond and walked towards him and fell in his arms. “Damn baby what’s up with you?!” Joe playfully asked Y/n. “Shut up and hold me” she grumbled into his chest. He chuckled at her words and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he walked to the kitchen. He sat her down on a island stool and began preparing her a snack.

After a few minutes of Joe shuffling around the kitchen, he came back to his wife and placed what he prepared in front of her. “Thanks” she said lowly and began eating. “So..you gon tell me what’s bothering you?” Joe asked cautiously. The last thing he wanted to do was make her upset. She sighed before she began speaking. “It’s just everything has been getting on my nerves today and I just feel like I woke up on the wrong side of the bed..” she explained. He took notice of the sadness on her face. He hated seeing the most important person in his life upset in any shape or form.

Joe knew that feeling all too well, especially with his busy schedule. “I know babygirl, I know.” he said understandably while stroking her cheek a few times. “But…ya know…you could take some of that frustration out on me..” he said with a smirk coming to his face. She looked up at him and without a word she pulled his shirt and brought him in for a passionate kiss. Their tongue’s both fought for dominance, and Joe let her win, just this once.

She pulled away gasping for air. “Lets..go upstairs.” She took Joe’s hand and led him up to their bedroom. Once they got into their bedroom she pushed him down onto the bed. She crawled on top of him and began slowly undressing him. Joe was growing inpatient but he knew she’d been having a bad day, so he’d let her have her fun…for a little.

Once they were both fully undressed, Y/n moved her body closer and closer to him until she was fully sitting on his face. She then leaned forward and started placing mini kisses on his tip. Joe took some action too and grabbed her hips and started rolling them onto his face. He nibbled at her clit causing her body to jerk and move upwards. He grumbled and kept a tighter grip on her hips. “Lemme eat my pussy in peace” he grumbled with his mouth full. While Joe was devouring her, Y/n moved his cock deeper into her throat and started taking him as far down as she could. His hips jerked upwards causing his tip to hit the back of her throat. She gagged around his cock and removed her mouth.

She then started using both of her hands to get him off. After a few more of his hip thrusts his cum came out altogether and landed on his thighs. She cleaned him up with her tongue and then focused on her own orgasm. Joe started pushing his tongue in and out of her at a fast pace bring her closer to her climax. “Uh yes daddy!” she moaned out. He hummed, causing vibrations to go through her. “I’m gonna-” Y/n got cut off when her body starting shaking in ecstasy. All her stress piled up from the day left her body almost immediately.

She felt Joe continuing to use his tongue to lick up every last bit of her cum. “Mm sensitive!” Y/n squealed out while trying to get off his face. Joe finally let her up and laid her down on the bed beside him. He climbed on top of her and kissed her passionately. The kiss was cut short when she pushed his chest back. “Hey! I thought you said I was in control!” she told him.

“Shhh” he cooed while pressing a finger to her now bruised lips. “Let daddy make you feel good.” He lined himself up with her entrance and began sliding in slowly. He groaned feeling her tightness fit around him perfectly. She sighed out in pleasure and gripped his arms. Once he was all the way in he pulled back out and slammed into her.

She yelled out. “Daddy! Slow down!” she barely managed to get out. He lightly slapped her face. “Didn’t I tell you to shut up?” He began thrusting out of her at a animalistic pace, with her moans coming out in sync. He looked down to see tears on the verge of falling from her eyes. He then finally stopped moving altogether. “Hey, baby you okay?” he asked softly. “No! Why’d you stop?!” she yelled out. He chuckled and spoke lowly. “Don’t say I didn’t warn ya” he slammed into her roughly causing her to scream out.

“Your so tight baby! Fit perfectly around daddy’s cock” he said into her ear. After a few more thrusts he felt her squeezing tightly around him, signalling she was close. “You gonna cum for daddy?” “Yes!” she moaned out. He reached down between their bodies and rubbed her clit. She started shaking uncontrollably and after a few more thrusts Joe filled her up.

He collapsed on top of her. She laid there for a second and then pushed him off. He fell onto the bed beside her and looked at her confused. She climbed onto him. “Aren’t you tired yet?!” he asked.

“It’s my turn now” she said with a smirk.

[acknowledge-reigns]

Nice & Slow (7 O'clock on the dot) | Roman Reigns x Black!Fem OC - SMUT!

Description: Roman decides to take things nice and slow, driving Lilah just as crazy as she's been trying to drive him.

Warnings: Established Dom/sub dynamic, edging, praise, very very faint hints of degradation, toys, petnames (baby girl, princess), honorifics (Daddy, My Tribal Chief), mention of traffic light Safeword system, brating, brat taming, punishments and rewards, begging.

Find my masterlist here, stories that include the pairing of Roman x Lilah are listed under "Jealous" Universe.

Song: Nice & Slow by Usher

Face Claim: Jaylen Barron

MDNI!! THIS IS AN 18+ FAN FICTION. As always my stories are about Roman Reigns NOT Joe Anoa'i.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜

Lilah had been in rare form really and truly. For some reason she'd woken up in ultra brat mode, her only goal today was to crack Roman, who was weirdly patient and level headed today. Which spelled trouble for her the moment he got her alone.

He went about his day, handling bloodline business. There were plenty of things that needed his attention, being MIA for 4 months had caused things to get pretty chaotic. For this reason Lilah beat him home.

Her phone dinged with a text.

About 30 minutes or so later - Lilah pouted, her body still aching for release after what felt like hours of teasing and keeping her on the brink, bound spread eagle and on display with a vibrator buzzing away on her clit.

"Please, Daddy, I need it," she begged. "I need you to let me cum."

Roman smirked, enjoying the sight of her squirming beneath him. "Not yet, princess," he said, his voice firm. "I want to hear more of those cute little noises you make when you're so desperate for your tribal chief."

"I can't..." Lilah whimpered, her body trembling with need.

"What's your color, baby girl?" He asked.

"Green.." Lilah answered.

"Good Girl," Roman chuckled again, his hand trailing down her body. "You can and you will," he said, his fingers tracing circles on her inner thigh. "You're such a good girl for me, you can hold out a little longer."

Roman continued to tease her, his fingers dancing over her sensitive flesh but never quite giving her the release she so desperately craved. "You're so beautiful like this, all needy and desperate," he murmured, his voice low and seductive. "I could keep you on the edge all night if I wanted to."

Lilah moaned, her body writhing under his touch. "Please, Daddy, I'm begging you," she pleaded, her voice laced with desperation. "I need you to make me cum, I can't take it anymore."

Roman's eyes darkened with desire as he watched her. "You're so cute when you beg, princess," he said, his hand moving to cup her chin. "But I want to make you wait a little longer. I want to see just how desperate you can get for me."

"Daddy, fuck.. I'm sorry." Lilah whined.

"Mmm. You wasn't this innocent when you was running that bratty little mouth earlier." Roman said.

Lilah felt a mix of embarrassment and arousal at his words. "I didn't mean to be bratty," she said, her voice small. "I just wanted you so badly."

Roman chuckled, his hand moving to grip her hip. "I know you did, princess," he said, his thumb tracing circles on her skin. "But brats don't get what they want. You need to learn some manners." He teased.

"You think you can get away with tryna tell your tribal chief what to do? Huh? You think you're in charge? is that what you think?" Roman says as he holds the vibrating wand to her clit.

Lilah gasped in pleasure, her body jolting in response to the vibrator Roman had just upped the intensity on. "No, Daddy, I'm sorry," she said, her voice trembling. "I won't try to tell you what to do again, I promise, my tribal chief."

Roman smirked, enjoying the way she squirmed beneath him. "That's right, princess," he said, increasing the intensity of the vibrations once again to the highest setting this time. "You're mine to do with as I please. And right now, I want to see you beg for mercy."

Lilah nodded frantically, her eyes wide and pleading. "I promise, Daddy, I'll be a good girl," she said, her voice filled with determination. "I'll do whatever you say, I'll obey you, just please let me cum. I need it daddy."

Roman smiled, satisfied with her response. "Good girl," he said, "You've earned your reward."

"Cum for me, princess." he said, his voice low and sultry.

Lilah's body shuddered as she finally reached her climax, waves of pleasure crashing over her. She cried out, her body arching off the bed as she rode out the waves of her orgasm.

Roman watched her, a satisfied smirk on his face. "That's it, princess," he said, his voice filled with pride. "You did so well for me. You're such a good girl when you listen to your tribal chief." He praised.

As Lilah came down from her high, she looked up at Roman with a mix of gratitude, love and exhaustion that could quite frankly only be categorized as subspace. "Thank you, Daddy," she said, her voice soft and breathless. "That was amazing."

Roman leaned down and kissed her forehead. "You're welcome, princess," he said, his voice gentle.

Roman lay down next to her, pulling her close to him. "You were so beautiful when you came for me," he said, his hand stroking her hair. "I love seeing you like that, all flushed and satisfied." he smiled.

Lilah snuggled closer to him, feeling safe and content in his arms. "I love you, My tribal chief," she said, her voice soft and sleepy. "You make me feel so good."

Roman smiled, kissing the top of her head. "I love you too, princess," he said, his voice filled with love and affection.

[yebreed]

Jet-black Polyhedral Seal of The Western Wei General

This multi-faceted jet seal of the Western Wei dynasty, belonged to the famous General Dugu Xin (獨孤信). It has 8 edges and 26 sides: 18 square and 8 triangular ones. It is the ancient polyhedral seal with the largest number of facets.

Among them, 14 sides are engraved with inscriptions. The inscriptions range from one-character to five-character. The functionality is differentiated, including the use in official letters, orders, document labeling, etc.

The jet, a composite organic gem, from which the seal is carved, is known in China as “coal jade” (煤玉).

The total height of the object is 4.5 cm, the width is 4.35 cm, and the weight is 75.7 g.

The seal was accidentally discovered in 1981 by Song Qing, a student from Xunyang county (旬陽縣), Ankang, Shaanxi. While returning home from school, he picked up a weird object in the gravel on the roadside, which aroused his curiosity with its bizarre shape. Song Qing had no idea what it was. Having examined the inscriptions at home, he gave the find for examination to the local archaeological museum, where the artifact was considered not of particular cultural value.

The seal vegetated on the outskirts of the local exposition for another decade, until it was revealed and recognized by a prominent researcher Wang Hanzhang (王翰章) from the Xi'an Institute of Literature and History. On display in Shaanxi History Museum (陝西曆史博物館).

[newhanfu]

Winter Black Hanfu Style

From Hanfu Studio Yi Xu Yi Yu

[tyrannoninja]

The Black Empress of China (throwback)

Today I want to do a throwback to a 2019 piece I did of Empress Li from the Chinese Jin Dynasty (266-420 AD). Chroniclers described her as "tall and black", characteristics for which the Emperor's concubines mocked her. Nonetheless, she would proceed to give birth to the Emperor Xiao Wu (r. 373-396 AD). It's anyone's guess where Empress Li came from, but I like to think it was somewhere in eastern Africa, especially since they tend to have taller stature than either Indian or Asian Negrito people in addition to being dark-skinned.

Sources:

[willvoiceit]

I made a little thing. It's just showing off really:

[sweetmapple]

Woaghhhhh Varre posting

*this man is the only exception to my “no mask removal” rule

[blackalisondilaurentis1996]

[starry-bi-sky]

catch me looking up nightingale symbolisms for tales of the passerine. if danny's using the name of a songbird for a hero name, regardless of familial connections, i will utilize the symbolism tied to the bird. Anyways general gist of the nightingale symbolism i've seen, other than what wikipedia told me, is that nightingales were frequently symbolisms of spring renewal, loss/death, love, etc. catch me about to incorporate music into Danny's character

[xoxorealitygalore]

Trust and Believe III

summary: Keyshia and Joe had a seemingly perfect life together after marrying in 2010. However, as their careers grew, so did the strain on their relationship. When Joe cheats on Keyshia. The emotional fallout from the incident leaves their relationship hanging in the balance, with Keyshia questioning if they could ever recover from the betrayal.

In early 2005, a new voice emerged in the music world, raw and real, speaking to the hearts of listeners everywhere. That voice belonged to Keyshia, an artist whose blend of vulnerability and strength resonated deeply with anyone who had ever loved and lost. While she was slightly rough around the edges, it was her undeniable raw talent and the depth of emotion in her voice that quickly captivated the public. With each note, Keyshia invited listeners into her world, where pain, passion, and heartache were transformed into beautifully crafted music.

Keyshia’s music spoke to the broken-hearted, the lovelorn, and the resilient, particularly those who had experienced the sting of betrayal and loss. Her songs explored the complexities of love — the highs, the lows, and everything in between. She sang of falling head over heels for someone, only to be left shattered by a broken promise or a hidden truth. In the stories she told, many could see themselves, reflecting on their own experiences with love, betrayal, and heartache. Her music became not just a soundtrack, but a form of therapy for those who needed it most.

By the time Keyshia was working on her latest album, she had already experienced enough heartache to fuel several albums' worth of material. The catalyst for her latest wave of inspiration, however, was deeply personal. Keyshia’s relationship with Joe, a man she had loved with all her heart, had hit an unexpected and devastating roadblock. Joe had cheated on her, and the emotional fallout from that betrayal was enough to leave their relationship hanging by a thread.

The emotional devastation was all-consuming. Keyshia found herself questioning everything — her choices, her trust in him, and even her own worth. Could they ever recover from this betrayal? Could she ever look at him the same way again? These questions echoed in her mind as she navigated the messy emotional aftermath, but through it all, one thing became clear: she needed to release her pain. Music was the only outlet that had always been able to clear her mind and provide solace when everything else felt like too much to bear.

She poured herself into her craft, channeling her raw emotion into songs that would later become some of her most iconic tracks. Keyshia knew that music, for her, wasn’t just about entertainment; it was about truth. It was a reflection of her life, of her experiences, of her struggles. As she walked into the studio, notebook in hand, she was ready to face the pain head-on, knowing that her next album would be an intimate portrayal of her soul.

Her producer, a man who had witnessed her journey from the beginning, recognized that her pain would be the driving force behind this new project. As they sat in the studio, looking over the lyrics Keyshia had written, he couldn't help but acknowledge the depth of emotion in her words. “I’m sorry your pain is going to make your next album amazing,” he said, a bittersweet smile on his face. He had seen firsthand how devastating the betrayal had been for Keyshia, but he also knew it was that very pain that would create the music that would resonate with millions.

Keyshia nodded in response, taking in his words with a quiet understanding. She had always known that the most powerful music came from the most honest places. And this was the most honest she had ever felt. There was no faking it in the studio this time. She needed to get it all out.

The conversation turned to a more personal note as Keyshia asked her producer, “Was there ever a time in your professional life when you felt like you lost yourself?”

The producer paused, the weight of the question clearly settling in. After a moment, he responded, “Yeah, there was a time when I lost my mother. I wanted to end my career because I realized all those late nights in the studio had kept me from spending time with her. It made me question everything — my purpose, my passion, even my worth as a producer.”

Keyshia listened intently, understanding the weight of what he was saying. In many ways, their experiences mirrored each other. She, too, had felt as if she were losing herself in the pursuit of something else — in her case, the role of wife, and the expectations of being there for someone else.

“What about you?” the producer asked, curious about her own journey.

Keyshia took a deep breath before answering. “Not in my professional life, but possibly in my marriage. I was so fixated on being a wife, on being there for him, that I kind of neglected who I was as an artist. It was like I got lost in being someone else’s support system, and I forgot to support myself.”

Her producer nodded knowingly. “I think any professional and successful woman might go through that. In this day and age, where women are just as successful as men, it’s kind of hard to separate being a woman first, a wife first, and then handling your professional career. I commend the women who are able to juggle it all because it’s hard to satisfy everyone without taking care of yourself as well. That can be difficult.”

There was a quiet moment between them as they both reflected on the complexity of balancing their personal and professional lives. For Keyshia, the conversation was a reminder that she wasn’t alone in her struggles. She had come to the realization that, in many ways, she had to rediscover herself — not just as a wife, but as an artist.

With the conversation behind them, the producer turned on a set of instrumentals, and Keyshia began to listen. She had a notebook full of lyrics, each one a reflection of her pain, but now it was time to find the music that would give her words life. After listening to several beats, Keyshia found the one that resonated with her the most. It was haunting, reflective, and soulful — the perfect backdrop for the raw emotion she was ready to pour into her music.

She slipped on her headphones and walked into the recording booth, ready to bring her song to life. The first song she wrote was called Incapable, a track that channeled her own experience as a woman coming to terms with the fact that sometimes things weren’t about her. Sometimes, it wasn’t about her shortcomings or her failures. It was about someone else being incapable of loving her the way she loved them.

The instrumental began to play, and Keyshia’s voice filled the room, strong and aching with the pain of the lyrics she had written. She sang with a vulnerability that could only come from someone who had been through the kind of heartbreak that left scars.

“It’s time to grow up

I embarrass myself enough

Cause I wouldn’t leave you ooh

Even my family know the truth yeah yeah

You've taken me under

Round in circles like you know you do

I’ve called on my brothers

They said don’t call me till you know you’re really through

But every time it feels like

This could be the last time

Where's the good in goodbye

If I give this one more try

Its hard cause they say that if its true love it never dies

Oh what a oh what a feeling

The one that I thought that I needed

Was Incapable incapable of needing me back

Incapable incapable of loving like that…”

The words flowed effortlessly as Keyshia poured her soul into each line, the pain of betrayal evident in every note. She sang of the confusion and the struggle of loving someone who was unable to reciprocate that love in the same way. Her voice cracked with emotion, but it was that very vulnerability that made the song so powerful.

For the next few hours, Keyshia worked tirelessly, singing and rearranging the song until it was exactly what she had envisioned. The lyrics, the melody, the feeling — it was all there, raw and real. But as the third hour came to a close, Keyshia’s phone rang. It was Joe. He had noticed that she had stopped sharing her location with him, and his worry had set in.

When she finally picked up, he asked her where she was, his voice laced with concern.

“I’m in the studio. Don’t worry, I’m not that petty. I’ll share my location with you again,” Keyshia responded, her tone curt but not unkind.

Joe sighed, his voice softening as he tried to talk to her, but Keyshia wasn’t having it. She wasn’t ready to have that conversation. Not yet. If Joe wasn’t asking about their kids, she didn’t want to engage. She quickly ended the call, dismissing him, and went back to focusing on her music.

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As she posted a photo of herself in the studio on her Instagram story, her producer looked over at her with a knowing glance. “Girl, are you ready to get back to work?” he asked, a playful tone in his voice.

Keyshia nodded, a determined look in her eyes. “One more hour, then I’m heading home,” she said, her focus unwavering.

The studio was her sanctuary, the place where she could confront her pain, her passion, and her truth. And it was in that space that Keyshia would continue to create the music that had made her a voice for the broken-hearted, the misunderstood, and the resilient. Through every note, every lyric, she was not just healing herself; she was giving her listeners a way to heal, too.