#Muse Firenze

[eldeakyx]

I know I keep saying it, but I’ll never recover from seeing Metallica live for the first time last year😭it BLEW MY MIND!! Plus I still can’t believe Jerry Cantrell AND Greta Van Fleet were the opening acts, it was perfect <3

[cordeliawhohung]

If you are tired of doing mafia!Price than ignore this

But what if reader want to treat him good for all the things he does for her. (smut???👀)

oh hun, mafia!price is living rent free in my brain, i don't think i could be tired of him even if i tried. i hope you enjoy this 2k words worth of filth <3

warnings: smut, fem!reader, oral (m!receiving), praise, creampie, i think that's it?

more mafia!price can be found here (:

Cream colored fabric hugged your body as if you had been born with it. It melded to your body, perfectly complimenting every single one of your features. The fabric was light, perfect for the warm days that overpowered the cool end to the spring. Gathered fabric made up the sleeves that hung off your shoulders, exposing more of your chest as it was accompanied by a low, sweetheart neckline. Smiling to yourself, you couldn’t help but sway side to side and watch as the skirt of the dress twisted around your thighs. 

As you admired yourself in the mirror, you caught sight of your husband behind you. He sat in a large, upholstered chair where he comfortably leaned back as he took in the sight of you wearing his latest gift. Even in his reflection you could make out that twinkle in his eyes, like he never wanted to look at anything else ever again. With a grin, you turned around to face him for real, and you watched as he tilted his head to the side while his eyes flickered to the way the fabric danced around your hips. 

“Do you like it?” he asked, eyes slowly wandering up along your body until they landed on your face again. 

“I love it,” you answered. You glanced down as you ran your hands along your front. It was so soft, and beautiful in its simplicity. You knew it must have cost a good amount of money, but John always removed the tags on every gift he gave to you, never wanting you to worry about finances. Besides, with his line of work, he had plenty to spend on his wife.  

And you were well aware that there was rarely an expense he would spare on you. Always showering you with gifts and love; always taking care of you better than anyone else ever had. Your thumb absentmindedly played with the ring on your finger as you glided forward to sit on his lap. John welcomed you with open arms, and his hands instantly wrapped around your waist while you threw your legs over his. 

“Figured you could wear it tonight,” he mused while his thumb grazed along your waist. “Got us a reservation at Firenze’s at seven.” He tugged at the skirt of your dress. “You’ll be turnin’ heads wearin’ this.” 

“Firenze’s?” you repeated. “I thought they had a few weeks waiting list, at least?” 

John’s mouth quirked up into a slight smirk. “Vito owed me a favor.” 

You playfully rolled your eyes. “Everyone owes you a favor.” 

“Everyone but you.” 

Which was odd. Out of everyone in the world, you certainly should have owed him more than anyone else. He fed you, showered you with gifts, gave you a beautiful home to live in, and never once did he ask for anything in return. Always took such good care of you like he had never known any different. 

Without warning, you leaned forward and planted your lips right on his. His facial hair rubbed softly against your upper lip and chin as he returned your kiss without hesitation. The faint taste of tobacco coated his lips and you devoured it as your hands started to roam around his body. You pawed at his chest as you deepened the kiss, tongue slipping into his mouth, and you allowed your hands to roam lower. When your fingers brushed against his stomach and continued to dip downwards, you felt his abdomen tense as his breath caught in his throat. 

“I love you,” you whispered as you pulled away, lips still ghosting against his. Finally, your hand dipped below his belt and cupped the still hardening bulge in his pants. You reveled in the way he let out a heavy breath by giving him a small moan. “Always take such good care of me. I wanna show you how much I love you.” 

“Fuck, darling,” John hissed as you pressed your hand against him. Between the confines of his pants and the pressure of you against him, he swore he was going to erupt. 

Offering him relief, your hands started to tug at his belt and the zipper of his pants until there was enough room for you to pull his cock out. You had just worked him up and already his tip was puffy and red, all too eager to find solace inside of you. Wordlessly, you slipped out of his lap as your knees gently came in contact with the wood of the bedroom floor and you nestled yourself between his legs. 

The sight of you on your knees with both hands wrapped around his cock had pulled a groan out of John’s chest. He was at a loss for words watching his sweet wife lean forward and place careful kisses from the base of his shaft, all the way to his tip. Your tongue lovingly licked along him, gathering the salty taste of precum in your mouth, and you moaned at the taste. 

He grunted once more when your lips wrapped around the head of his length, and one of his hands instinctively gathered your hair as your mouth enveloped him. His girth had your jaw opening nearly as wide as you could manage as you pushed him deeper in your mouth until he prodded at the back of your throat. 

You built up speed as you continued, lips running up and down his length. Each time you took him deeper and deeper in your mouth until you were nearly gagging, and even then you still pushed yourself. Strong muscles in his thighs tightened each time his tip reached the plushy flesh in the back of your throat, and it didn’t take long before he was muttering praises to you like a madman. 

“Look at you. Beautiful girl, christ. Takin’ such good care of me, such a sweet thing, aren’t you?” he mumbled, straining to get the words out with how tense his jaw was from the sheer pleasure. 

It wasn’t until his hips started bucking up into your mouth that you pulled away from him, forcing another hiss out of him. A thin string of saliva connected your mouth to the tip of his cock for only a moment before it broke and dribbled down your chin. Your lips felt puffy from the friction, and you panted slightly as you attempted to catch your breath. John’s hand let go of your hair as he swiped his thumb along your bottom lip, smearing your spit across your skin. 

“I want you to sit back,” you spoke as you pushed yourself to your feet. Not even a moment later your knees were on either side of John’s hips, straddling him as you hovered over his aching and twitching length. You offered him slight relief by gently grinding your clothed cunt down on him as you leaned forward to nip at his ear. “Let me do the work.”

His breath was hot on your neck as he exhaled, hands gliding along your hips and thighs as you hovered above him. His need for you was insatiable, and it was impossible for him to hold back the growl building in his throat. 

“Anything for you, darling,” he hummed, voice low. 

You didn’t even bother attempting to remove your underwear in that position. Instead, you pushed the fabric to the side, exposing yourself to him as you carefully lowered down onto his length. Not even a quarter of the way inside of you and you could already feel the uncontrollable twitching of his cock. It took everything in you to not just fully fall onto him in one swift motion, to just spear yourself open on him. 

Once you finally had him buried inside of you, you moaned as you gently grinded, making his hard length dance inside of you. The skirt of your dress completely covered the view of your bodies being joined together, and it was as if the two of you were just sharing a passionate kiss. 

Then your hips began to buck, rocking up and down along him, cunt continually swallowing him and then spitting him back out. It took everything in John to not thrust up into you, or grab your hips and work you himself. The back of his head leaded against the plush cushion of the chair as his blue eyes focused on you like some icy fire. Distracting himself from the urge to fuck into you, he let his hands roam; grabbing at your breasts, pinching your nipples through the thin fabric of your dress, brushing his thumb along your bottom lip. 

Eventually he couldn’t take it any longer. He gathered the fabric of the dress and bunched it up, revealing the way your cunt swallowed him whole. The sight left him grunting, and he noticed the way you fluttered around him at the sound. Your panties were soaked, having only been haphazardly pushed to the side, too impatient to take things slowly. 

“You’re always so good to me,” you panted from exertion. A thin layer of sweat made your chest glisten, and your lips still felt puffy from sucking him off earlier. John was utterly enchanted by the way your tits bounced with your movement. “Just wanna make you feel good. I- fuck- love you s’much, baby- fuck…”

That familiar heat began to tighten in your lower stomach, and John caught on instantly in the way your hips faltered and your words grew nearly incoherent. With one hand still holding up the skirt of your dress, he snaked the other one behind your neck, making you look at him. 

“Wanna make me feel good? That right, darling? Yeah?” he asked, lips brushing against yours. “Cum on this fucking cock. I want to feel it.” 

It felt wrong being the first one to finish. You were doing all of this for him, to show your gratitude, your love, and yet there you were, teetering on the edge. Still, he requested it, demanded it, and a few more needy rock of your hips later and you were coming undone around him with a pitchy moan. Every muscle in your body tensed and burned, and it felt impossible to catch your breath from the blistering heat that washed over you, yet you pushed on as your walls fluttered around him. 

His hands stayed firmly on the back of your neck and bunched up in your dress as you continued, hellbent on getting him off, but his grip only grew stronger as you pulled him closer to his own release. His breathing grew ragged and throaty as his legs tensed. Nothing could rip his eyes off of the sight of you taking him like a good wife. 

“Please,” you spoke up, voice choked with pleasure. “Please, wanna make you feel good. I need it, need to feel you, need your cum, please baby, fuck.” 

That did him in. The hand wrapped in your dress yanked you down hard, pulling your hips flush against him with no chance of escape. A rough grunt rumbled in his throat as you felt his cock twitch and pulse inside of you. Tensing around him, you milked him of everything he had to give you, and you groaned at the sensation as he filled your cunt full. Knees shaking on either side of him, your head fell forward and rested against his shoulder as he continued to fill you, and once he was finished, you felt his muscles melt. 

“You know,” he said, arms loosely wrapping around you, “if you liked the dress that much, a simple thank you also would have sufficed.” 

“Where’s the fun in that?” you exhaled, grinning into the side of his neck. “Besides, don’t act like you weren’t thinking about fucking me in this dress after dinner, anyway.” 

John hummed at your comment, and then gently bucked his hips upwards, drawing a sharp gasp out of you. He chuckled at the way your legs clenched around his waist, and he turned his head to plant an open mouthed kiss against your cheek. 

“Oh darling, I’m still thinkin’ about it.” 

[engie-ivy]

@wolfstarmicrofic 8th: Arrow

797 words.

Warning: Injury

James is not going to sit there as Remus wakes up in the Hospital Wing and explain to him why Sirius isn't there. He can't.

Hold On

“No, no, no, no,” James lets himself fall to the ground next to the bundle lying on the muddy forest floor. “Pads? Padfoot, can you hear me?”

There's no response.

James places his arm behind Sirius’ neck and carefully lifts his head. His other hand he places in Sirius’ neck, searching for a pulse, which thank Godric, he finds, but weak, so weak. “Sirius? Sirius!”

Sirius’ eyes open and he seems aware of James’ presence as he tries to say something, but only a pained groan comes out, before his eyes fall shut again.

Panic rises in James’ chest as he scrambles for his wand, muttering what little Healing Spells he knows.

“I heard the younglings talk this morning.” Firenze looks down at James. “How they spotted a dark hound the size of an Erumpent roaming the forest, thinking it to be a dark creature, or even a Grimm, rumored to bring ill tidings. So they fired their arrows at the creature. When I came to investigate this morning, I found him.”

James can barely look at the wound, the gruesome sight of the arrow protruding from Sirius’ stomach. Though the arrow still being lodged in his stomach is probably the only reason Sirius hasn't bled out this night.

Sirius has opened his eyes again and his gaze shifts down, but James quickly places a hand on his cheek. “Just keep looking at me, Siri.” He desperately mutters a few more Healing Spells.

“An injury inflicted by Centaur-forged weapons cannot be healed as if it were a common Muggle arrow,” Firenze says disdainfully.

James looks up at him. “Can you help him?” He begs. “Please?"

“Will you retaliate?” Firenze asks cooly. “Our young ones learn to not harm wizarding children, even the ones foolish enough to wander into our forest, but we couldn't have anticipated one shaped like a Grimm. We know very well how vengeful wizards can be, how little regard you have for beings other than your own. Will your people take their vengeance on our herd, retaliate against our younglings?”

“Retali-” James shakes his head. “No. No, I don't care about blame, or retaliation. I just want him to live.” He looks up at Firenze pleadingly. “I need him to live. Please…”

“Moony…” Sirius manages to say.

“Moony is okay,” James says soothingly, brushing Sirius’ hair from his face. “The full moon has passed. He's in the castle, sleeping.”

“You change your appearance to run with the wolf of the lunar cycle,” Firenze states.

“He's our friend,” James simply says without taking his eyes off Sirius.

“Not many wizards would call a halfling between human and beast a friend,” Firenze muses.

“Well, he is,” James says shortly. If the centaur isn't going to help, he wishes he would be quiet, so James can think of something to save Sirius himself. There has to be something. There has to be.

“We have a Healer skilled in treating these kinds of wounds,” Firenze suddenly says. “I will bring him here. Try to keep him awake in the meantime,” he adds, resting his eyes on Sirius’ form. “I fear that if he slips away now, he won't make it back.”

“Padfoot, stay awake! You must stay with me, do you hear?”

As Firenze disappears between the trees, Sirius’ head slowly slides backwards.

“Hurts,” Sirius mumbles.

“I know, Pads, I know. But you have to hold on just a little longer, okay?”

Sirius’ breathing is getting slower.

“Sirius,” James begs. “Please, don't leave.”

Sirius just looks at him with empty eyes.

“Moony’s going to wake up in the Hospital Wing,” a sob escapes James. “Groggy and sore like he always is, and his eyes will immediately search yours. They always do, you know that. You're always the first person he sees, you're always where he finds comfort. You can't let me sit there, have Remus look at me questioningly, confused, and for me to have to tell him…” James’ voice breaks, and he shakely takes a breath in. “To have to tell him that you're… that you didn't… that I couldn't… You can't do that to me, Sirius!” He balls his fist and clutches Sirius’ robe. “And it happened during the full moon.” He squeezes his eyes shut, unable to stop the words spilling out of him. “He's going to blame himself. He's going to fall apart. He's going to fall apart, and I can't put him back together, not without you, Sirius! I need you there, for Moony. For Moony, okay?”

James meets Sirius’ eyes again, and something has changed. There's a determination there that wasn't there before. As they look at each other, something passes between them.

Sirius is going to stay awake.

He will try.

In the distance, James hears the sound of hooves approaching.

[cxdemistake]

—Time slips away!

Burn out, don’t fade!

Dance on my grave!

I will never be them!—

Indie multimuse, multifandom blog.

Canon and OC muses present

Currently mobile-only

Semi-selective, semi-active

Open to asks and messages

More info (link to OCs, list of canon muses, writer info, and rules) under the cut.

OC Links

*Note: A few characters’ appearances/voices have changed, so make sure to check out the tags on the blog. OCs are tagged with “; (name)”— for example, my character Myarel is tagged with “; myarel” (no quotations).*

Canon Muses

*Note: Many of these muses aren’t listed on my muse page due to being unable to update said page from my phone. Muse tags vary. Some are tagged with fancy tags but I may switch between those and regular tags. They’re listed here in alphabetical order by fandom.*

**Edit: I’ve also marked which fandoms/muses are most active. Very active fandoms will be bolded, semi-active italic, and dormant/needing some time before interaction are regular text. I’ll also put an asterisk after new muses/muses I haven’t played yet. I beg that if a fandom isn’t bolded or italicized that you discuss it with me before sending something in or making a starter— I have a lot of muses and it takes time to get into the swing of new ones when I’m not in the right mindset!**

The Arcana: Asra Alnazar*, Julian Devorak, Portia Devorak*, Faust

American Gods: Mad Sweeney

Assassin’s Creed: Ezio Auditore da Firenze*, Aveline de Grandpré

Avatar: The Last Airbender: Zuko*

Back 4 Blood: Karlee*, Evangelo*

Baldur’s Gate 3: Astarion*

Boondock Saints: Murphy MacManus*

Call of Duty: Simon “Ghost” Riley*, Johnny “Soap” MacTavish*

Chappie: Chappie*

Columbo: Lt. Frank Columbo*

Dead Island/Riptide: Sam B, John Morgan*

Detroit: Become Human: Connor, Markus*

Dirty Bomb: Vassili*

Disturbed (band): The Guy*

Dream Daddy: Damien Bloodmarch*, Robert Small*

Dying Light: Kyle Crane*, Rahim*, Karim*

FNAF: Cupcake

Hazbin Hotel: Alastor, Angel Dust, Charlie, Husk, Lucifer

Homestuck: Gamzee, Calsprite

I, Frankenstein: Adam

Into the Badlands: Baron Quinn*

Jet Set Radio Future: Yoyo*

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure: Jonathan Joestar*, Joseph Joestar, Jotaro Kujo*, Josuke Higashikata*, Giorno Giovanna*, Jolyne Cujoh*, Caesar Zeppeli

Kingdom Hearts: Axel

Left 4 Dead 2: Ellis, Nick

Marvel: Nightcrawler*, Moon Knight*, Eddie Brock/Venom*

Monster High: River Styxx*, Operetta*, Frankie Stein*

The Nightmare Before Christmas: Jack Skellington*

Obey Me!: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Diavolo

Onmyoji: Yasha*, Hiromasa*, Susabi*

Pirates of the Caribbean: Captain Jack Sparrow*

Portal: GLaDOS

Red Dead Redemption: John Marston*, Arthur Morgan*

Rise of the Guardians: Jack Frost*

Skullgirls: Valentine

Stardew Valley: Shane*

Steven Universe: Garnet*, Ruby*, Sapphire*, Sunstone*, Sardonyx*, Rainbow Quartz 2.0*

Spiritfarer: Gwen*

Suicide Squad: Diablo

Undertale/Deltarune: Papyrus, Sans, Susie*

Until Dawn: Chris*

The Village: Ivy Walker

Walking Dead/Fear: Negan Smith, Daryl Dixon, Morgan Jones, Shiva, Victor Strand*, Qaletaqa Walker*, Crazy Dog*

Warframe: Excalibur Umbra*

Warm Bodies: R, M

What We Do In The Shadows: Nandor the Relentless*, Viago*, Vladislav*

Info About The Writer

Hi! I’m Alistair— you can call me that, or you can use my username for pretty much everywhere else, TheetyPie/Theety. I don’t mind either way.

I’m a trans guy, I use he/they pronouns. I’m panromantic/asexual, and I’m 27 years old.

I have 3 cats, they’re my babies. I also (as you can tell from above) have a lot of OCs, and the number is still growing. I want to turn my ideas into a bigger creation someday, still not sure exactly where I want to go with it.

I do more than write. I do art, I like video games, music, and just collecting stuff. Current obsessions are Monster High, Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure, makeup, crystals, and jewelry.

Rules

The most important: I do not RP smut. In the past I’ve used the fade-to-black method, but I’m not entirely comfortable with that with most of my muses.

In the same vein, DO NOT FORCE SHIPS. I love ships as much as the next guy, but I would prefer to discuss it first, or for us to agree on it. It’s cool if your muse has a crush, totally fine— mine get crushes all the time! But make sure if you want to ship, we discuss it first.

In a similar vein to that one as well, no god-modding/powerplaying. If your character is strong, an immortal being, or whatever, cool! I have some of those too. But there should always be a limit. Don’t say your character is moving mine unless we’ve talked about that. Attempt to move them. Usually I follow along as long as boundaries aren’t pushed.

Don’t kill or seriously injure my muse without permission. Fights happen, of course, but again: discussion. I’m up for threads where my canon muses are injured or killed, but not where it happens to my OCs, unless we’re getting into a backstory and another OC that’s already deceased dies. Non-serious injuries are alright to come out of nowhere with, but if it’s a first meeting, I’d prefer to plot it out.

I’m semi-selective. I’m kind of particular about who I follow and who I thread with. I prefer us to be mutuals to thread, but you don’t have to be mutuals to send me things.

I’m very bad at keeping up with people. If you message me and I don’t respond, it’s usually bc I’m shy, I forgot, or I’m busy with work. It’s not you, I promise. Usually I don’t message first bc I’m nervous.

Back to shipping: I’m also multiship. Usually my ships are in different universes, unless discussed with all parties beforehand. The exception is a few of my OCs that are partnered together— ask about their availability. I love random ships, just talk to me about them!

I love duplicates of my muses. Whether it’s “x meets self” or I find someone I share a muse with, I love RPing with just about everyone. Please don’t hesitate to reach out if we have a muse in common!

One of my other most important statements, not really considered a rule, but it’s still important: if you want to know something about any muse, canon or OC, please tell me— ask or message me! I haven’t been able to write down a lot of info about any of them because I’m on mobile, but I will infodump for you if you need/want to know something. I love talking about my children, they’re precious to me.

If you send something in or make something for me when we haven’t even spoken, I might not feel comfortable responding. I’m very shy and nervous about not having any discussion beforehand. 😭

If there’s anything I left out or you need to know, just ask!

[fio-renze]

May 25 - Day 5 Miracle / Tension

Fiorenze lifted her cat up by the little furry armpits, letting her sleek, long and slightly iridescent body streeetch out for a moment before she brought the creature in for a big cuddle and smooch on her little, magical head. Rue trilled and butted her head against Fio’s jawline, extremely content with the general procedure. 

It was rare for Blink Kittens to survive into fully grown Blink Cats, but here she still was four years later, imbued with the arcane runoff that was terribly prevalent down in the Dalaran sewers — and all the strange abilities that came with that. Firenze sighed and waltzed slowly around her bedroom, the cat still cradled in her arms, “I’m going to leave you again soon, you know, so you’ll be in charge of the place.” 

Rue purred and let out a content “Mew!” 

“There’s something I have to do, you know. For me. I’ve enjoyed fighting things and working with mercenaries more than a Lady probably should. Not that I’m really a Lady anymore, anyway. I suppose that frees me up from needing to worry about my image quite a bit, doesn’t it?” she mused, twirling slowly on the ball of her foot and causing her long, draped vest to fluff out a bit with the movement. 

“Mrah~” 

Fio hummed and scritched Rue behind a black, pointed ear, “It won’t be easy, you know. I doubt Xylaes will be too happy to see me, but he was the one who told me to take care of myself and focus on the good things I have, and working on contracts is and was technically in those categories. It will be fine, there’s no tension quite like Court tension and I was always a pro at navigating that.” 

There was a crackle of gathering magic and the odd, ozone like smell that permeated the air in the presence of the arcane, and in a soft purple flash Rue blinked from her arms onto the chaise, immediately rolling onto her back with her front paws up — thoroughly done being held captive, “Mrrr.” 

How could she leave her darling girl? She laughed and took a quick picture of the kitty with her comm before dropping it back into her pocket, “And there’s the gallery party tomorrow, too, which will have me out terribly late. I’ll remind Keranna to put your favorite fish flakes on top of your dinner.” 

Rue trilled again, kneading the air. So spoiled. 

Fiorenze cooed at her adorable little miracle creature, “Alright, alright. I’ll find your string. We’ll play plenty between now and then to make up for it.” 

It was the least she could do.

@daily-writing-challenge / @xylaes

[pettirosso1959]

Da che parte state?

Ieri al grido di Palestina Libera un corteo di studenti, autonomi e comitati di base ha tentato di assaltare la Sinagoga di Pisa, obbiettivo legittimo della loro rabbia perché rappresenta quell’ultimo sprazzo di ebraismo che rimane in città.

Si, perché il loro slogan “Free Palestine form the river to the sea”, se sanno cosa implica, dimostra il loro impegno a voler cancellare la presenza ebraica in quelle terre. Ed allora diventa lecito attaccare anche questo simbolo religioso di una comunità locale sparuta se non quasi sparita. Ma per loro lecita e pertinente.

Mi ricorda i pogrom della Polonia dopo il ‘45. Gli ebrei non c’erano più ma si odiavano e si organizzavano persecuzioni.

A Firenze invece hanno tentato di assaltare il Consolato USA ed anche qui sono stati fermati dalle forze dell’ordine, ora sotto accusa. Come se la difesa di una sede diplomatica non fosse un imperativo di uno Stato credibile internazionalmente.

Il PD, i 5 Stelle, la sinistra estrema hanno fortemente criticato le cariche dimostrando ancora una volta da che parte della storia vogliono stare: contro Israele, gli Ebrei, contro l’Ucraina, contro gli USA, contro la NATO. Contro anche quei poveri cristi che per uno stipendio che a mala pena li porta a fine mese devono operare perché non tutto sia permesso.

Secondo quest Sinistra, ispirata da facilmente immaginabili muse straniere, farli passare per mettere a ferro e fuoco quei due simboli sarebbe giusto e pertinente. Senza chiedersi quali ripercussioni ci sarebbero state se i “pacifici pacifisti” fossero riusciti nel loro intento…o forse sapendolo benissimo.

[other-w-0-rldly]

Koalak I

DISCLAIMER: You may NOT copy, reproduce, distribute, publish, display,translate my work in any way shape or form.

Carn

Between Ghost hills and The Tor, lay Carn with a small castle and a small army of nine thousand men who would ride to the King’s defense straight for Kings landing, if the opportunity arises. Lord Firenze Odarys and his predecessors were known for being supporters of whoever sat the throne.

Many frowned upon the Lord’s views, some even titling him Lord no Backbone. Not to his face of course, for fear of retaliation.

Whilst many disliked Lord Firenze, those same people adored his children and his late wife, Lady Seraphis Hightower. They were blessed with a son and two beautiful daughters. Mars Odarys and his sisters Adira and Ophilia Odarys.

Mars Odarys, the eldest, never wanted to marry and wanted to take the white cloak and serve the king. He claimed he did not want to be burdened by a wife and children and lived for the fight.

Thankfully for Lord Firenze, his youngest Ophilia only dreamed of marriage and children running around giggling. She even confessed to her septa that she wanted to be in a constant state of pregnancy because she wanted babies. Pour foul, the septa mused in her head.

And then there was Adira.

She was special and everyone knew she was the favorite child, even if lord Firenze does not wish to comment on that.

From her first breath, during a solar eclipse, Adira was special, healing her mother’s tears miraculously. Her parents could not explain what had happened. Seraphis only knew that she was in immense pain at first and close to dying then she couldn’t feel the pain and only heard her daughter’s cries.

Maesters, septas, priests, red priestesses, all gathered to find out what was wrong with the babe, but none could come to a conclusion.

And so, the child grew and blossomed into a young girl who wanted nothing to do with marriage or war. She wanted to be a healer.

That only strengthened when the lady of House Odarys, passed.

‘Maldición de sangre.’

The dornish priest said. A blood curse.

Everyone tried to understand who would curse her own father, but answers were found.

And so, Adira determined to heal her father, placed her hand near his heart and started to heal him. Unfortunately, she did not tell anyone what she was doing, and her mother walked into the room.

The curse attached itself to Lady Seraphis killing her without pity. Adira tried to save her mother, but the girl of ten and four did not have a grasp on her powers yet and failed.

Everyday Adira thinks back to this moment and every day she sheds a tear for her mother. The woman who loved making flower crowns even for her son and husband.

To her memory Adira and Ophilia always kept their hair down and would wear flower crowns.

Adira was walking in the gardens and as always, she was thinking of her mother, looking at the flowers. She was rudely shaken out of her reverie when heavy footsteps could be heard behind her.

Turning around she sees her older brother walking towards her, his shoulders looking heavy. She could see that he was carrying something and came straight to her during his combat training.

He stops in front of her and lets out a puff.

“You are lucky I came all this way. Exel even had a fit over it and I was in the middle of winning, but the raven would not leave me alone.” Mars says a little bit out of breath.

“What are you on about?” Adira replies smiling connivingly.

“A raven came for you.”

“Another Lord asking for my hand? Send it back.” Adira replies coldly.

“Surprisingly not. It is from a Dothraki herd. Who knew these savages could write…” Adira was also baffled, not about them being able to write but why would Dothrakis want to address her?

“What does it say?” She rapidly says.

“I thought you were clever… can’t read Dothraki can you?” Mars says smirking mischievously.

“Obviously not! Father did not wish me to learn it. Now, can you translate it please?” Adira did not find her brother’s words amusing.

Mars giggled slightly but started to read the letter not wanting to antagonize his sister more.

“It says something about their Khal. Their king.” He begins.

“I know what Khal means! I am not stupid. “Adira replies offended.

“Gods, I feel like you are going to flower soon... so angry...” Mars mumbles under his breath. Adira slaps him on the arm and so Mars continues reading and translating.

“This is a direct line from the letter. ‘a witch, a witch has cursed the Khal, the Khaleesi is gone. We cannot find her. She left the stones. Save our Khal’” Mars finishes the letter and simply discards it to the left of him.

Adira quickly bends down and grabs the letter before the wind blows it away…

“A curse?”

“You heard what I said” Mars says dismissively.

“Who was the Khaleesi?” Adira replies frowning.

“You do not know? “Mars exclaims, surprised. Adira shakes her head. She was trying to stay away from any marriage talk. Hers or others.

“Daenerys Targaryen. The mad king’s daughter. She and her brother apparently went into hiding in Essos. Robert Baratheon and his posse are looking high and low for them. Even sending assassins after them. One of those assassins probably gut her…” Mars was rambling now.

“Is the raven still here?” Adira cuts him off.

“Yes! Did you not here me say the raven would not-” Adira cut him off.

“I will go and heal the Khal. Would you send them a raven and tell them that?”

“What? Are you out of your mind? Father will never let you go heal that brute. Whispers in the brothel say that they fuck their horse when their women cannot satisfy them anymore… and they kill every minute.” Mars says outrageously, almost whispering the last part.

Adira crunches her nose in slight disgust. She knew her brother frequented the brothels. She remembers finding him after a banquet with three of the pleasure girls naked. A sight she wished to forget.

Adira decides not to believe him. If the Dothrakis are civil enough to write to House Odarys then they do not sleep with their horses.

“Good thing you are not father, then. I will heal the Khal and father will agree with me.” She huffs and walks away towards the small castle mentally planning what she would bring to Essos.

DISCLAIMER: You may NOT copy, reproduce, distribute, publish, display,translate my work in any way shape or form.

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Bruno Innocenti, Niobide, bassorilievo in terracotta steccata

La Niobide colpita da una freccia si collega al complesso di opere che Bruno Innocenti realizzò intorno ai temi classici e mitologici a partire dal grande complesso monumentale Apollo e le Muse, sette sculture in gesso e stucco realizzate nel 1933 per l'Arcoscenio del Teatro Comunale di Firenze appena inaugurato, che oggi si trovano, dopo i restauri del 1960, nel foyer dello stesso teatro, e costuiscono la più monumentale opera di scultura del Novecento toscano. In questa Niobide lo scultore unisce al tema classico la sua visione del nudo femminile, realizzata attraverso un modellato plastico raffinatissimo e permeata di un lirico erotismo

Bibliografia : Marco Fagioli, Bruno Innocenti, scultore tra mito e liricità, Aión, Firenze, 2009 Bibliografia di riferimento Marco Fagioli, L'Erinni di Bruno Innocenti. L'anima e la forma, Aión, Firenze, 2006

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The legend of the legend from Firenze: The unique and uncommon Simonetta Vespucci. The muse of Botticelli and mine too ! #art #muse #wife #lifepath #consciousness #spiritual #conscious #talllikeme #svelte #smooth #calm #blonde #blueeyes #switzerland #germany #italy (à Switzerland, Swiss) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmULS19t7p9/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[bloomette]

8 days before holidays~

I'll try to not end up at the hospital for xmas like last year 🙏🏻

I'm actually doing the STRICT minimum at work to not be like last year...and I think my colleagues are little bit bitter about it ? Like....I was not SO invested for making the 24 christmas presents of the kids (because my colleague choose a gift that take US SOOOOO MANY TIME to make). I'm just preparing for a parent meeting, a photo album of a kid...and that's all. I don't care...i'm trying to survive here 🥲.

Also almost no one know that but I'm gonna share it on Tumblr (you should feel privileged 😂😂)....I'm gonna have my 1ST TATTOO next week 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳 I'm SOOOO EXCITED but also scared 🥲! It's like a....reward because I survived this year which was one of the shittiest one of all my life. The meaning behind is not that deep but the hidden meaning behind it is....kpop related. Atiny would look at it and be like "OH !!!!" But if you don't know about the reference you would never guess its about kpop (also if you don't know me 🤣🤣). I've decided to make it quite subtle for non-kpop people but the symbol is VERY STRONG in the fandom.

Also my concerts plan for 2023 is growing slowly and i'm getting excited as well !!!!

January:

• 15th: Jackson in Paris with Franzi

• 25th: The Rose in Zürich with Franzi

February:

• 14th (♡): Ateez in Berlin with Franzi & Jess

• 15th: Epik High in Frankfurt with Franzi

•18th: Ateez in Brussels with Manon

July:

•16th: Muse in Bern

Also i'm going to Italy, Firenze for the first time during the 1st week of january with my mother ♡ it's been like....4 years I didn't go to Italy so I really miss it !

I don't want to be this person who complain about her year but I had a whole year with [rant time, sorry]

- 2 knees operations because of a very rare infection

- 2 weeks hospitalized and they discovered my hospital roomate got covid the day I had to be discharged...3 more days hospitalized

- My appartment got robbed while I got hospitalized

- Had to cancel all my Dubai flights and my skz ticket concert because of that shit

- A cyst operation (because it was 8cm and could be cancer (thx god it was not))

- A bladder infection because of the operation

- Crutches for 5 months, antibiotics for 2 months, physical therapist for 6 months

- No work for 5 months, being depressed on my sofa, crying every day

- my fancall with Yongguk didnt get through my cellphone....I watched him calling me and me not being able to answer

- my grandpa got covid and died

- we received my grandpa's will and he desherited me and my sis

- the big mess with lawyers and my aunt/uncle started (it ended up fast and well)

SO YEAH....i'm kinda done

[pikasus-artenews]

Donne del cielo. Da muse a scienziate

A Firenze un primo percorso espositivo sul ruolo delle donne nella ricerca astronomica e sulle immagini femminili nelle rappresentazioni del cosmo dal Rinascimento al primo Novecento

[mypickleoperapeanut]

"La colonizzazione e la cancellazione identitaria"

di Riccardo Rescio

"Welcome to Barerarerungar" è il titolo della Mostra dell'Artista indigena australiana Maree Clarke.

La prima esposizione monografica in una istituzione pubblica del vecchio continente curata con maestria da Valentina Gensini e Renata Summo O'Connell, realizzata grazie al supporto di MUS.E nell'ambito dell'innovativo Progetto RIVA.

La Mostra segna un momento cruciale nella scena artistica e culturale europea, offrendo un palcoscenico prestigioso all'Artista indigena australiana Maree Clarke.

Questo evento è stato reso possibile dall'impegno dell'Università degli Studi di Firenze, che celebra il proprio centenario con il Progetto Fuori Sede, e dall'indispensabile contributo della Fondazione CR Firenze.

La Mostra trasforma lo spazio espositivo in un dialogo aperto e coinvolgente con le opere site-specific create da Clarke durante la sua residenza presso il MAD Murate Art District, dispiegandosi in due location distinte ma complementari, il MAD e le installazioni sulle facciate delle antiche carceri del Complesso delle Murate, e una imponente opera nel Museo di Antropologia e Etnologia-Sistema Museale di Ateneo.

Al di là della rilevanza artistica e della maestria tecnica, di Maree Clarke "Welcome to Barerarerungar" assume una dimensione eticamente significativa e profondamente attuale attraverso il suo focus critico sull'inaccettabile comportamento dei cosiddetti colonizzatori.

Attraverso la potente voce visiva di Clarke, la Mostra non solo celebra la ricchezza culturale e spirituale delle popolazioni indigene australiane, ma solleva anche un imperativo riflessivo sugli orrori perpetrati nel corso della storia da coloro che, spinti dall'avidità e da un malinteso senso di superiorità, hanno sterminato le popolazioni locali per conquistare nuove terre.

"Welcome to Barerarerungar" diviene un forte catalizzatore per una riflessione più ampia sulla necessità di riconoscere e riparare le ingiustizie storiche, promuovendo un dialogo aperto verso la comprensione, il rispetto reciproco e la coesistenza pacifica tra culture diverse.

L'evento vuole essere un ponte tra passato e presente, invitando il pubblico a confrontarsi con le dure verità e le memorie collettive, spesso ignorate o dimenticate, legate al processo di colonizzazione. Attraverso l'espressione artistica, Clarke fornisce una testimonianza viscerale dell'impatto devastante che tale processo ha avuto sulle comunità indigene, sottolineando la resilienza, la forza e la sopravvivenza di questi popoli di fronte a tentativi di annientamento culturale e fisico.

In ultima analisi, "Welcome to Barerarerungar" non è solo una Mostra è un atto di memoria e di resistenza che sfida i visitatori a riflettere sulle proprie convinzioni e sul proprio ruolo nella costruzione di un futuro in cui le atrocità del passato non trovino più spazio.

È un invito a riconoscere il valore intrinseco di ogni cultura e la ricchezza che la diversità apporta al tessuto condiviso dell'umanità.

Firenze 11 aprile 2024

Murate Art District MUSE Firenze Fondazione CR Firenze Città di Firenze Unifi

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Muses Of The Radiant Shadow

Name: Aleksander Morozova/Kirigan, The Darkling Age: 2150 (a rough estimate based on the show) Family: Mother, Baghra (alive), Father (deceased), Half Sister, Ulla (alive)

Character Fandom Origins: Shadow & Bone Multiverse Muse: Yes Face Claim: Ben Barnes

Name: Alina Starkov Age: 19 Family: Mother (deceased), Father (deceased,

Character Fandom Origins: Shadow & Bone Multiverse Muse: Yes Face Claim: Jessie Mei Li

Name: Ezio Auditore da Firenze Age: 17-45 Family: Mother, Maria (alive), Father, Giovanni (deceased), Older Brother, Federico (deceased), Younger Sister, Claudia (alive), Younger Brother, Petruccio (deceased), Uncle, Mario (alive)

Character Fandom Origins: Assassin's Creed Multiverse Muse: Yes Face Claim: In-Game footage from AC:II and AC:B

Name: Bianca Listretti Nickname: Viper Age: 24 Family: Father (deceased), Mother (deceased), Twin Brother, Luca (alive), Half Brother, Adrian (alive) Defining facial features: scar over the left side of her lips and a scar along her right cheek Other defining features: burn scar on the right side of her lower back, arrow scars littered over her shoulders.

Character Fandom Origins: Assassin's Creed Multiverse Muse: Yes Face Claim: Madelyn Cline

Name: Elliot Astor Nickname: El, Leo Age: 26 Family: Father (alive), Mother (alive), Older sister, Lydia (alive), younger brother, August (alive), younger sister, Serafina (alive) Defining facial features: sharp jaw line, dimples on both sides of his mouth Other defining features: arms littered with freckles mostly visible in summer, two birthmarks one on the right side of his chest one on the lower side of his torso

Character Fandom Origins: Shadow & Bone Multiverse Muse: No Face Claim: Luke Pasqualino

Name: Ignis Redwood Nickname: Iggy Age: 20 Family: Father (alive), Mother (deceased) Defining facial feature: Freckles over her entire face, a small scar under her right ear Other defining features: two moles on the her left hand under her thumb

Character Fandom Origins: Shadow & Bone Multiverse Muse: Yes Face Claim: Erin Kellyman

Name: Dorotea Tiberio Age: 26 Family: Father (deceased), Mother (deceased), Uncle (alive), Bother, Cassio (alive), Half brother, Cesare Borgia, (alive), Half sister, Lucrezia Borgia (alive) Defining facial features: Light scar on her right cheek, summer freckles spread over her nose Other defining features: ragged scar over her right side over her ribs, veering off over her side

Character Fandom Orgins: Assassin's Creed Multiverse Muse: No Face Claim: Bruna Marquezine

Name: Miguel Torres Nickname: Mick, Micky, Age: 21 Family: Father (deceased), Father (alive), Mother (alive), Sister, Aela (alive), Sister, Nina (alive), Brother, Diego (deceased) Defining facial features: Slightly sunken eyes, high cheekbones, dimples, Other defining features: Burn scar on his right upper thigh, moles freckled over his lower left arm,

Character Fandom Orgins: None Multiverse Muse: Yes Face Claim: Jack Champion

Name: Chase Hernann Age: 27 Family: Father (deceased), Mother (deceased), Twin Sister, Lila (alive), Half Brother, Nico (deceased), Younger Brother, Mino (alive) Defining facial features: deep set, brown eyes, sharp cheekbones Other defining features: body littered in gunshot scars

Character Fandom Origins: none Multiverse Muse: Yes Face Claim: Charlie Cox

Multiverse Muse: a muse who can be used in different universes, but will always remain the same in terms of the characteristics listed above and a few other attributes that are central to the universe they came from. The stories they appear in do not have to be connected to one another and they will not be aware of their multiversal traveling unless it is happening specifically to the story they parttake in.

[frillsandquills]

The latest chapters of The Reaper’s Muse take place in 1865, so I’d like to share some examples of 1860s ball gowns with you today. Feel free to name your favorite in the comments! Fun fact, the 1860s silhouette is known for the elliptical shaped crinolines (hoop skirts) that were worn under the dress. The cage crinoline became popular in the 1850s, but until the 1860s, it had a dome-like shape. As the 1860s progressed, the volume gradually moved toward the back and started to flatten at the front. This would evolve into the bustle of the 1870s. Image sources: 1. Evening Dress, ca. 1860 - 1865, held at the Galleria del Costume di Palazzo Pitti, Firenze (https://at.tumblr.com/heaveninawildflower/evening-dress-ca-1860-1865-mauve-silk-taffeta/9d972lfxy54j) 2. Woman's Dress (Robe à transformation) France, circa 1865, held at LACMA (https://collections.lacma.org/node/214649) 3. C. 1860s, 3-piece evening dress (attributed to the House of Worth), held at the Kent State University Museum (https://www.antiquetrader.com/collectibles/victorian-gowns-celebrate-pumpkin-spice-and-everything-nice) 4. Dress embroidered with beetle wing casings, 1863-1867, held at the Kent State University Museum (http://kent.pastperfectonline.com/webobject/1A6A912B-C73D-439E-BA81-253950612921) 5. Dress, ca. 1865, held at the MET (https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/107654) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnD69LHLbqw/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[italiaefriends]

"Eventi & Momenti" di Riccardo Rescio

“Eventi & Momenti” di Riccardo Rescio

Premio Internazionale Le Muse…. Premio Internazionale “Le Muse” nel Salone dei Cinquecento di Palazzo Vecchio a Firenze, venerdì 20 ottobre 2022, la cerimonia di consegna del premio Toscana-Usa.Il riconoscimento è andato a monsignor Timothy Verdon, Storico dell’Arte, Professore e Direttore del Museo dell’Opera del Duomo e alla memoria a Giuliana Fiumicelli Plastino, Cavaliere di Gran Croce e…

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