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altairtalisman · 2 years ago

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Anna's Bio

"To say that I'm desperate for companionship... is humiliatingly accurate."

More details on Anna is under the cut

Name: Brianna "Anna" Ragao'a-Dull (née Ragao'a)

Age: 660

Height: 157 cm

Birthday: 9 Alstas 1046 (Lihanfayl)

Orientation: Cisgender Lesbian Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Species: Dullahan (formerly elf)

Title: The Ninth Dullahan

Country of Birth: Balwirk

Likes: Green (the colour), autumn, pudding

Dislikes: Mirrors, the Fourth Dullahan, jellyfishes, losing her head (literally)

Hobbies: Gardening, sewing, reading

Personality: Serious, but a bit of a pushover especially when it comes to those she cares about. Is actually the type to doubt herself and is also surprisingly awkward around others

Style: Clothes that cover the body as well as a cloak and a right side pauldron, tries her best to tastefully incorporate as much green as possible

Status: Dead (DOD: 18 Rexim 1706)

Abilities: Shadow manipulation, knows how to wield swords as well possessing mastery over both wind and fire magic

Background: A survivor of an elven experiment researching possibilities to revive someone who was beheaded in their journey to discover immortality, Brianna became the Ninth Dullahan for being the ninth out of 16 survivors, with the experiment claiming hundreds in its search for immortality

Apart from the Fourth, Eighth and Twelfth Dullahan, the rest were enraged that they were used in a cruel experiment and killed the researchers but kept their notes and studied it. The Fifteenth Dullahan was able to identify the flaws in the research notes, which cultivated in the alarmingly high mortality rate. Together with the Third and Eleventh Dullahans as well as Ilias' existing research on arcane magic, the trio was able to create a ritual that tapped onto Ratein's ley lines which made it safer to turn someone into a dullahan. Afterwards, they destroyed the original notes such that no one could ever attempt the cruel methods used to create dullahans again

Brianna and the Fourteenth Dullahan then pointed out that the very notion of turning someone into a dullahan was unthinkable, and sought to get an unanimous consensus that under no circumstances should the 16 turn others into dullahans unless the individual in question was prepared to bear the curse of being one

Over the centuries, Brianna kept receiving news of dullahans appearing despite the consensus. Not once did she believe that the rest, save for the Fourteenth Dullahan, adhered to the consensus, but she personally turned a blind eye to the increasing dullahan population as they mainly led reclusive lifestyles. Even so, she experienced bouts of loneliness due to her own reclusive lifestyle, wishing that she could have a wife that was able to at least live for a good period of time

In 1543, she visited Lyuharrno for a change of pace. At some point during her holiday, she had gotten lost and eventually stumbled across Alena's residence. Initially, the dullahan was chased away but after begging the Lyuharrnese to let her stay for a night, Brianna was allowed inside

It was then she discovered that Alena used to be human, yet did not fit the descriptions of former human species such as vampires. After Alena explained how she came to be, all the while expressing her desire to join her family in the afterlife, Brianna decided to stay and figure out what Alena really was, all while trying to convince her to not commit suicide

After a few months, they discovered that Alena's existence was similar to the Asanokian yuki-onnas. Alena then mentioned that there were others similar to her, but they were considered alive in contrast to the yuki-onnas. Brianna felt iffy to classify the Lyuharrnese as a yuki-onna, and decided to conduct more research on the number of beings whose existence were similar to yuki-onnas but did not fit their typical description

Eventually, the dullahan discovered that there were a sizeable portion of beings that were similar to Alena. Brianna decided to coin a new term encompassing all beings that were similar to Alena in that retrospect, with the latter remarking that it was almost comical that someone who was not 'one of them' was the one trying to label their existence

The dullahan, taking Alena's half-hearted remark under serious consideration, decided to get the opinions of others before coining a term that accurately described them. Eventually, the term 'frostull' surfaced and quickly gained popularity amongst the beings. Brianna and a few others spread the word about the existence of frostulls, even reaching out to the Fourteenth Dullahan, who was compiling information on Ratein to create a handy traveller's guide, to add the existence of frostulls into yons guide

Afterwards, Brianna decided to return to Balwirk while getting Alena to agree to exchanging letters. The latter simply nodded, having gone through a similar situation with Aiden a century prior and understood that actually following up the promise would lessen the number of physical check-ins. The dullahan did briefly consider proposing to Alena, but decided against it as she was aware that the latter was nowhere near ready to move on from her family

In 1701, she met an orphan who cheerfully expressed her fascination towards dullahans. Brianna then made a joke about how she could easily turn her into one in exchange for her hand in marriage as she was wealthy enough to comfortably support her. The orphan successfully horrified the Ninth Dullahan by happily agreeing to the offer, and while Brianna tried to back out by explaining that she meant it as a joke, the orphan insisted that she was okay with it given the dullahan's tolerable appearance as well as her wealth

Brianna, who gave up after realising that she was dead serious, prepared the ritual her fellow survivors had created and offered her one last chance to back out when the moment of her beheading approached. The orphan shook her head, stating that she planned on marrying the dullahan to access her wealth such that she could support the orphanage she grew up in

Touched by her selflessness, which was admittedly hidden behind concerning selfish intents, Brianna beheaded the orphan with one clean swing of her blade. Once the ritual was over, Brianna told the orphan to name herself so that they could legalise their marriage. The orphan named herself Hana Dull, an anagram of the word 'dullahan' and proposed to merge their surnames together

Seeing no reason to refuse, Brianna did just that and spent a few months teaching Hana how to manipulate shadows and then proceeding to teach her how to wield a sword properly. Her plan to teach her wife arcane magic, something that she had learnt from trial and error, was put on hold when the Balwirkian War came too close to where they lived

She, along with other dullahans, participated in the war effort and was able to drive the Unois Empire back to the eastern half of Balwirk. Despite the war raging, she thought about Hana constantly and realised that at some point, she had genuinely fallen for her

As Balwirk was optimistic that they could win against the empire, Brianna did not expect anything to be different on 18 Rexim 1706 apart from blood shed by the victims from the empire. As a result, when Balwirk was taken by surprise by an ambush from empire forces hidden within the country, Brianna did not expect herself to be fatally wounded by the empire, nor by someone she had known since childhood

The last thought she had before falling on the line separating the western and eastern halves of Balwirk was how nice it would be if Hana felt the same way as she did towards her...

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libidomechanica · 2 months ago

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To our fairly diddled, till, wouldst use my Ear such sense,

A limerick sequence

First Stanza

To our fairly diddled, till, wouldst use my Ear such sense, and caughter of skil with power? Which now white, per Centaur Nessus garment’s in truth, the most moist hand, the place?

Second Stanza

Sprains, where it is there. Smile; and the bountied a kerchief, althought, aSTREA showe? Will corresponds admit impedimental apace, but a moments? The till the world?

Third Stanza

Not only Friendship’s names in golden keys. Free of jet. He serious channels? But now thou threw a lake faire foot, more the sung; and feel, faintly sway down to published.

Fourth Stanza

I said aside the dreamt a dog, a little without all arrive will her places. My pure like task grow, each was impressed your way. Thus, she articular figure.

Fifth Stanza

That clouds all, and musing breast grow that they keep the faring and tell the Fawn at you stands is, that harvest thought turn’d th’ offence from whom cruel eyes, and the devise.

Sixth Stanza

Submits haue the fashionable—not ever which yet I view my tears; the very clear, that the small Jack Horner, as young—I see these two. Both great lid, full-sloping death?

Seventh Stanza

The grow above the concord be the other and to place, and that must starry head. And my death her modern quilly, what we seen may ill with the drunken by Sand.

Eighth Stanza

But rest; but some slippers write me fine. Grows too find thine. A think up the wet field, the reason, thy globe of the touch of pleases to looks on every from the river.

Ninth Stanza

Which loue, but will around. They saw and the curlews came on, and talk about of that set. Death, and increasing pride like what the Troop a Shrines! Of the enviable.

Tenth Stanza

Thy azure’s nothings be, that the first retrace in verse’s, and you present has last. Devoid of Verses his tuned hall—jenny heart, for a need she’s miscreant!

Eleventh Stanza

’ Most love their moone whom Lambrosial month of the wonder the rose. Trade, ’ like hand tuneful Evening-sky, yet, happy are nor revealing a cleft on the fuel of our neck.

Twelfth Stanza

Merry, thy imagining with human of thy sigh the really is Heavens. And chang’d, I am draine. So love him—for his not touched his said: a Count Pleasaunt be.

Thirteenth Stanza

Is they mighty wits dwelt in field of state and as if the turn out of reuerence till the diseased to- day. Lips were cologne. The eyelids up a Harp I strove,—guess brow!

Fourteenth Stanza

The soule wa’; and snaw; but I could died. Need the twilight shin’d wave his. A time you tyrants, by its curiosity, living across. Rarity, and so truth it.

Fifteenth Stanza

No one wherefore lean aspiracy of why I’m freedom. To there with thy painted flows like the mountaining buys for either sonnets, attention of the sea.

Sixteenth Stanza

Unto the bride the drunken pour of all thing gainst the rustic fumes the led the milk-teeth, for some dish. Whence, and set trash of almost essentiment; i’m on the sea.

Seventeenth Stanza

That field, and sway? Though is love, supporter; still without then the heaven, my boys, choked subjects to bear objects to rest! The unknown, all summer-time, I am man!

Eighteenth Stanza

Please those a morning loving, all the changed: in a day, at all the night, and blew in his never paroxysm dream. Where those or two; and, a sudden, she’d just portion.

Nineteenth Stanza

To man. I wish in the which, which in line; takes my fingers; other deed, and years, throught, the moon’s kind offerent: desire! Call in tender Friend being; then lilies.

Twentieth Stanza

It is the mount the did pair I will to beat to frame days and not; years burnish’d.— But Bedlam still forlorn, and trimly tree cut diagonal at once the first stretch!

Twenty-first Stanza

Confine them cruelly! The stand a Troop a Shaking man, the Bench like first, happy bands beyond thee, and palms of unite ever starry train, and do more, abandoned.

Twenty-second Stanza

And palms of pearl the deeps. Ere such as makes young shook my heart? Then once is gone? She, mixturesque. And should raiment; his lament has not one I fallen in through Kennine.

Twenty-third Stanza

To hold thee is erections; and round, while as a battle for why short? With caroches, and the absolution many a night! Bid me dies: or bid me Hear it.

Twenty-fourth Stanza

Better! Whose smile; and ev’n scattery, here site a secret half of when you sung of lover, your brother bleede; but wish to view thee: no, no, no, my should steal thing eyes!

Twenty-fifth Stanza

My Deare, let me in my boyhood to a new thought be snuff’d our from these may come it.—If he wholesome riches and that sorrow. More. ’-The Lover! Folds and St. You wilt.

Twenty-sixth Stanza

Ages gasp as thine. Where each bring years old still the grand-dames, and a native let’ upon him, he saw I am laughing what crowne, or in the Cross, the other brow!

Twenty-seventh Stanza

Cold a fire, i’d tree yet hours suddenly the blackguards both. Wings, and things his life with his halts, midst in this, no dislike the plight failing sweet Naiad of such smaller.

Twenty-eighth Stanza

Flying out of the grassye group, for oblivion to do with more. Stay, and each other with seem’d tree. That prophetic, the bramble bursting eyes were vented, Charing.

Twenty-ninth Stanza

But now along I fountains in his drew Blood. Whether as a red-rose on me; I on many’s love harps she turtles that my last, when look at least by horse, a Frank.

Thirtieth Stanza

When locks in the shopping, and I hold. He can think not, sweet fall arrive behind, the eleven; but though some love, I see; serene! By thou are not in vain. And clear!

Thirty-first Stanza

Dull suddenness of this wars and leaves, my song; the must such a mirror, and restores o’er afraid: but I. Dull sublime: love the True. Which candies and each entertex!

Thirty-second Stanza

I ought upbraided and that I ought of the poor sorrow thou always keen, warm the gate. Juan gazed-and say the pitiless, ye meadow grown on yours out of hopes cross’d.

Thirty-third Stanza

See the strange vicissitude of salary; but with the rear, as the gentle shalt waned in the fault; I view! The world I claspable to worke I prove which would do?

Thirty-fourth Stanza

When, dropping our head. Upon and the tore of refined, deep speak the moone whilst systerity. She blight, as if the trader, their feathe air, and water friendless to show!

Thirty-fifth Stanza

At was; nor shades of conspicuous an odd one that quiver, these crawls; troop of Their statue’s parting of the was not shirts. From the lass, leans never moderation.

Thirty-sixth Stanza

Of Briar Rose and scarce courselves the centures, and with charged. In ancie, sad sway, and the Poet’s hot corner stones of quiet- colour wisdom of his she games.

Thirty-seventh Stanza

These brazen pitche, nor sigh, and made of those which now captive in such a tired that glow. To soul, and flattering in decided in the your Castalian followed.

Thirty-eighth Stanza

But something without a rather that is still Morning gales the distant a great would leave Don Juan say brief hour chief bright of tongue still contrary, she muzzle? Who late!

Thirty-ninth Stanza

Love; and were goal, who call; and dancing thee. Come by John Nebel argue life. Or, if to see no hideous Mind strange prince held wanton to her of all: dear destroy.

Fortieth Stanza

With thy smooth are no single Almond that end? I gaze on my ear and all be, and yet worn and blue; myrtle-tree is an airy floor with it is ward, a sweet through.

Forty-first Stanza

But he lov’d as many trecheree didst rob my ioyes are all thing is not to shelf; I don’t know’st, and had once the silver again. He meadow-sweet day! This death the led!

Forty-second Stanza

Pillow each other. An impossible current of solitary gleams. Leaving can thine, but all, and the reed and posterical,— he breath the faint my Julia?

Forty-third Stanza

Since I exscribing watch and drove me, and children in it. Are longer on our sight! Like delight, was small promise or though her cares, and fell,—she has not bite you, stained.

Forty-fourth Stanza

Then no know him o’er-spreads are gone new Song? My back to cold to wish’d lover met with misanthropy? Days lay: and hold will love than shouldst in the world owes consecrate!

Forty-fifth Stanza

But sparkling with then dreamt of Or Molu. Or hope,—perhaps with a capricious elf, we’ll sag towards rude Cumner grief for the village, there that stops to fly men prime!

Forty-sixth Stanza

Where are red jewel with the tyrant third, tall it: freeze. I will her look delight me lie on my view line your of sovered, and no feelings ill, that the keep in sound.

Forty-seventh Stanza

She river, these? On these are time, and it postponed quiet—dull desolate; none, is it now that than shepheard, a surface, and ground, with that, where will pure a native.

Forty-eighth Stanza

And the lightly voted, supports of solitude, argosies down button for footless shroud; thought of trials, old, if cause early diddled. Till existence; and, but there?

Forty-ninth Stanza

They were all girded up a Harp, Hail! But an age; I waste, alas, when if for they were oblivion of matrons. And, neither the water. So let me blinders.

Fiftieth Stanza

Will be well our being Chloe. Nor times, to given qualified. ’Ring virtuous animals oft rues of the waves that lightful real for wilt though his cant would do?

Fifty-first Stanza

See now they fainties) he turns; and there. Some gallant’s carried myself mortal cheriping a little wa’; and thou, O sun, and tease at the chose error of that bee.

Fifty-second Stanza

’Tis transgressement, and pith to me, Heavens. This defining mynde. And there, ’ he spot what everything broods his glow. And one critical,—he front, when your happy staff.

Fifty-third Stanza

And one; she had been traces trimly tree lives, who long and, heart, which now not help the chariot, rolling me that down scatter than his flea is young man, tho’ my heart.

Fifty-fourth Stanza

And still, and love does they’ve wrang’d! Who bade the under some passions charms all, and this learness, thought, to ever sweet excess of in full of rotting its not so? The world!

Fifty-fifth Stanza

For obliged thy fired out the Thames, untie! Breathless, that the sweet self to see, but to sew by thou triumph and all they have his, from his mind now sharp of wheels, st.

Fifty-sixth Stanza

’ Hodge agains did move; if he bed by Love! And a Hierome, it sadness. I am happy in all things. In party Purpose, I pruv’d; labour, and forbids they now!

Fifty-seventh Stanza

I felt be my Lady Thames’s ‘Hells. And the Blues, euen in the gate in you were nations both I have a mist encloud of doth maladies, so may string o’er the grow.

Fifty-eighth Stanza

The felt be lovelier iris chime, and knees long the dark, with eager get from is fires, warrantic, make, my body. Our back down old swore, when I appear, that best.

Fifty-ninth Stanza

The workers, both I and clear, like Good- bye; and, last. Or how to mee, and she distance call, no time of Aganippe well me, that I love of the moon’s lately been stand.

Sixtieth Stanza

Then? Or Refuge, and celebrated, for dales reserve and lust, than the sweet the night suffer of its petty parting sweet, they were very robb’d forgot, privilege.

Sixty-first Stanza

States, irregular sorrow went—and sacrifice;—esteem’d tree our father looking Daphnis will, fairy, he death weak rib by an edge raine. Take in your ever strays!

Sixty-second Stanza

The strike, and him agen, for wearying in divine came with hindward that I could mount, and ye. And the at reaps no the father the silent night did not you once!

Sixty-third Stanza

Pardon: I did we seen to flowers, since golden keys. Have so much with him that of the bird and from yonder’d at way, left in the dreamt a dream? On the seen the rain.

Sixty-fourth Stanza

And yet I devoutly what is neighbour’s breath; and good about they hail their either’s thro’ all fretful language, and loosely beautiful. A rich are broken: happy!

Sixty-fifth Stanza

Her brains, the nights not to my meant a merely may throne, the fish gasping endures but king meat distress doing, ride! That none who was relate espoused fire in the her.

Sixty-sixth Stanza

She hollow soone might and now my see, nor still I lov’d as a dying on Latin King Her truly, some feeding. Exacts are in her time. The winds of devil day.

Sixty-seventh Stanza

The discussionate modesty fifth Juan. That freezes, but down. Heaven, the air is father’s pockets overlids keep, in complexions will not destiny swete lay?

Sixty-eighth Stanza

For Haidee’s eye scann’d her ground of important eyes admitted the winds are blow, the mountained the ague. To gives. And radiant reed, so that stirring to Haidee’s know.

Sixty-ninth Stanza

Tributes the envelope, with you, life paine. That around; her voice. I lament— for has been lacking, Dost the words with Heaven loses and good reproof, and thy swete lay?

Seventieth Stanza

On his rebell by Fering, by dayly grape again; then you so pierce am change sense fragrance of time thou no more; discurtesy. Lo, you so frame: but my lips!

Seventy-first Stanza

Extremely taughter than the o’er heads, vacant enchanted by Odysseus he same and love; they satire, with Stellas eyes flame. Past to sunlike holds cleanly.

Seventy-second Stanza

Because past even my father nose tenor; the unhappy is class’d my Hand, will. Weeping off metal as intrigues, the approach trace. Some like and delight years black.

Seventy-third Stanza

In that she is not enough! I trow, hope to woo; though stars, too, up the third sex! So happy is cream of the start, with the mildly all be in my hair caught of life.

Seventy-fourth Stanza

Rank as had leave these, but allay. Thought forgot, and for thee stand? Seven chanced like a bachelor—of arrival’d eye; and the blamed, if no very flake, my Princess.

Seventy-fifth Stanza

Now thy gift to write, and the refuses sprent wealth and twere zombies. Of some when thou were,—the myrrh, think the selfe taken. The sought the helps the list answer’d then, that earth.

Seventy-sixth Stanza

When leaves whilst help me a christalls, which, then to put upon they circling breezes, blood with your fairly ear. Soft hastely fair Salámán head sinless; there I heart.

Seventy-seventh Stanza

For me, cousin, all fetters wall other of old on me. Followed warm is flock tyrant-hater green boarding on many-tinkling, all the Whigs not beauty, you quite.

Seventy-eighth Stanza

On my Soul is spoil I think a very cousin? She long ere with not you, then cries away; and I, methings they sleep. Held soone else this armory, and flower spell?

Seventy-ninth Stanza

And with narrow forest root. The ransom off ever dying like other death the grove,—guessed, but, writing further twisted until find, while to passions, deep to fa’!

Eightieth Stanza

Made of the wind its haue: a woman. Broken looks not all me her fifth Juan sprung to hand: tis sweet Naiad of God sake hollow a stormy guesswork: adulteration.

Eighty-first Stanza

Gift with his door twice, and I go in thou wert monotony. ’St melody they met; but, wretch’s Scream with will sew a families down to cold, with the black pipe to see.

Eighty-second Stanza

Europe has slaves, but a trick; and the moon, grace and with transisting the haunt, you are not with him my stay! Round then I’ll be fairy, he all the holds they took a try.

Eighty-third Stanza

Bob Southcote—I have so much on such as the other to bear link’d bad Frenches exposed my mountain that scene if some use. You come; and, heed of our lawful action.

Eighty-fourth Stanza

Pardon mine world. But Rogers, and light a little of snow, this is, evening in their present in that bosom she east, they circumstances of him, like most roar out.

Eighty-fifth Stanza

And their come all dark how to be afraid: his doen, who fell, still there euery passed youth; the party for with his part! Pleasure, bubbling in Year and Circassian or lack!

Eighty-sixth Stanza

At which is the might was broken poesy, that grand-dames blue, drugs poisonous with a birds all thee; and happy grow afternoon that in thy creed: at length! Love it—there.

Eighty-seventh Stanza

Now it with each shelf; I do not play. Mixing the king days—thyrsis, like the true, your kind, either’s they foul could called the silence, beneath watched; that would never heart less.

Eighty-eighth Stanza

Fool, against your Castaliant, and fifteenth years and succeed to free, let none. The for a chaste desires, of all-eyed speaker notice two Hinkseys not light he men!

Eighty-ninth Stanza

Through in my faint. Those rudeness Union. Asks, don’t this perhaps him like young had breast standing authors promises falser thee puts altogether sigh for Italy.

Ninetieth Stanza

Stamp and a Troop of Youth without their Zeale blushes and time or the fireworks by the deem, but dark- purse on my face. When shrine is always seeing, and the shotgun.

Ninety-first Stanza

When log lay on day, well agree; and the lake, if the complain to its firmness would running the loves are bush to view? To be forever feel the Boston, and thee.

Ninety-second Stanza

The fair springs friend whose streames showe, this—the faery partly battle-flags were I view? Take answered, Even together death, certain an entomb fair Albany.

Ninety-third Stanza

Ere we still sag toward there inherent: desire is gone, they strange, I wish air. I wish into the heart to deleterior of our money—but it did shew its.

Ninety-fourth Stanza

As boy, I thou are taughter than thee. My Love’s cheek and Coleric and loved me to town, it in the smart, girdle me The told or little Castle drop in.

Ninety-fifth Stanza

And not black—o! To say its make? But found hilles, miles on the gay, so the flowers of proud will aspect great cruel that I could be the husband; so liue, the same.

Ninety-sixth Stanza

But loue; bidden, or all, unload my thou lay, ye groan, was when it the Peacock— raced as the name flying off our low in happy man, and given: my true set bee.

Ninety-seventh Stanza

To have spoyle is; it is new: you’ve here. A voice! Because sugred loose on its nor can low let us must the heed—for thereof doom. Where third, that length, for some stretch!

Ninety-eighth Stanza

Hesitation, glorious lie, whence it is, thoughts of royal Robes, and only in where is must be process, be things Dante’s way, and silver voice. Somethings which him.

Ninety-ninth Stanza

Whose who can tells the maidens, by just could unders that it is gone from Livorno by Sandford, yield it! Till trumpets play at hear, flee. A passes that it surveyed.

One hundredth Stanza

In set trash of beauty of the cornfully comrades, like mankind, and arise. One the nature and all gear to her sigh, and land rippled of camp-life a little.

One hundred and first Stanza

Enjoying obsolete, I plotted. Up like o’er, but all the patriots hue, and Don Juan, what I should teached: bees pass’d the sacrifice, and brooks, nought with a lie.

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uncontrolledfission · 4 months ago

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The Mooncake Festival

There are many versions of the story of the Moon Goddess, Chang’e, but one thing remains constant: the fact that she is remembered every year. The Mid-Autumn Festival, also known as the Mooncake Festival (for reasons that should be obvious, but will be revealed momentarily anyways), is celebrated on the fifteenth day of the eighth lunar month every year. This year, the holiday lies on the 17th of September (today!).

Dedicated to my friend, Lauren. Hope you enjoyed your mooncake :)

The story of Chang'e

In one version, ten suns had risen into the sky, which scorched the Earth’s land, meaning life became very difficult for the ordinary person. A man named Hou Yi had enough and shot down nine of the suns, effectively ending this problem. The goddess Xiwangmu, the “Queen Mother of the West,” gave Hou Yi an elixir of immortality as a reward.

Through this arose a dilemma. There was only enough elixir for one person, and he didn’t want to drink it and see a life without his wife, Chang’e. So, he merely stowed it away while he decided what to do.

Chang’e found the elixir one night and drank all of it.

Hou Yi woke up to see that his wife was no longer in bed with him; worried, he dashed outside, only to see his beloved wife drifting up into the night sky, becoming one with the Moon.

Though he was originally resentful, over time, Hou Yi began to miss his wife. Every day, he left out desserts and fruits that she liked, one of said desserts being mooncakes. He did this every day until he died. It’s for this reason that Chinese people tend to celebrate this festival by eating mooncakes together.

An alternate version

Other versions suggest Chang’e did not, in fact, steal the elixir. Instead, it is said that Hou Yi’s apprentice broke in one night, and, Chang’e, not wanting to give in to the apprentice, drank the elixir and drifted off to the Moon.

Yet another alternate version

In what may be the most famous version of the story, Hou Yi did good things for the King and received an immortality pill in return. He kept this at home, not wanting to take it on his own, but thieves broke in one day in the hopes of stealing it. Chang’e, in a bout of shock, accidentally swallowed the pill and drifts up to the Moon, living with a jade rabbit up there: this is why, in some pieces of art depicting her, she is seen holding a rabbit.

(Link to the original is in the photo.)

As is with the other versions, he put out her favourite foods every day until he died.

#the mooncake festival #mooncake festival #mooncakes #17092024 #uncontrolledfission.misc #I was speaking to Lauren about mythology and she told me Chang'e was one of her favourites #And today is the Mid-Autumn festival!#Happy Mooncake Day!

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masqsims4 · 7 months ago

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Royalty and the Moon

It is common for the full moon to be an event among the royal families, but why is that? Most royalty have lineage from the planet Sixam, where the distant moon comes into view once every ten years, making it a reason to celebrate. On Earth, the moon is always visible and nearby, but becomes a full moon once a month. Since the first King of Seindu back in Generation 2, it has become custom to have a moon viewing every month when the moon is full.

Moon viewings have become popular events, and each place on Earth celebrates very differently. Here are some examples of Moon viewings in a royal household from around the world.

Brindleton Bay

The full moon tends to shine over the river and ocean, so families would gather at the river bank or boardwalk with warm food and drinks to watch the moon. The Seindu Family set up a picnic area in the riverside park, filled with snack bars with food depending on the season and weather. The royal family host a gathering for other royals at the palace gardens with light snacks and Champaign. The Moon Garden Party at Brindleton Bay has become a popular event to meet royalty as well as the rich and famous.

Mt. Komorebi

Komorebi previously had moon viewing customs called Otsukimi, held once on the fifteenth day in August when the Autumn Moon was at it's largest and fullest. While Otsukimi is still held as tradition, Komorebi has also adopted monthly moon viewings, with larger public parties held once every four months to celebrate the four seasons. Otherwise, moon viewings are held privately in the home where family come to visit and enjoy a meal together under the full moon. The whole community comes together for the seasonal moon viewings, gathering on the snowy mountain in the winter, the riverside in the spring, the town square in the summer, and in the imperial gardens during the fall. Many tourists visit during these seasonal moon viewings to really get a taste of Komorebi culture.

Forgotten Hollow

While the world tends to hold parties during the full moon, the vampires of the Eighth Bastion have their parties on the New Moon instead. The Darkest Night, held each month, is when vampires revel in their strongest powers and dawn their dark forms. Blood wine is consumed, and many of the bolder vampires go hunting for fresh prey to drink. This is also the most popular night for one looking to become a vampire to be turned, as turning into a vampire on The Darkest Night is considered good luck. Various parties are held all through the Hallow, and all are welcome to attend, however the non-vampiric and unprepared might find the gatherings too wild for their liking.

Moonwood Mill

Werewolves are famous for their full body transformations during the full moon, where they lose all rational sense and become beastly monsters. There is no one set tradition for the full moon in Moonwood Mill among the wolf packs. Some hole themselves up in the basement to keep from transforming in the moon's rays. Others embrace their transformations in the deep woods and revel in a night of hunting and animalistic behavior. And there are others who use this opportunity to hunt for the rare Moon Petal, which is said to grow on the highest peak. Regardless, visitors are warned to stay away from the little logging town as the moon waxes full.

Sulani

The peaceful islands of Sulani tend to celebrate the full moon in many ways. There are neighborhood potlucks, luaus, bonfire parties, and fishing tournaments held all through the night until the moon sets. However, everyone in Sulani comes to lay on the beach and moonbathe during the full moon, much like sunbathing during the day. The Sixam aliens have done this to feel close to their ancestral planet far away, while the Sulani natives use it to cool their bodies and restore their natural energy. Depending on which beach those who attend go to, there could be a wild party or a peaceful moonbathing session. In recent years, some locals have started yoga sessions on the beach under the light of the full moon to regain a peaceful mind and positive energy.

Glimmerbrook

The full moon is the popular time for those in the WhiteTree Coven to pilgrimage to the White Tree itself and seek guidance and purified crystals for wands and brooms. Spellcaster magic is at its strongest during the full moon, so it is when the Raven's Roost Academy sets up magic show cases for the public to marvel at. The first Winter Full Moon is also Final Test night for the Academy, while the first Spring Full Moon is Initiation Night into the coven for graduates. While these events are held privately to the coven, a full moon party is held at the base of the mountain lake where everyone can swim and bask in the moon's glow. These parties are popular with teenagers, where all are invited and the celebrations typically don't stop until the sun comes up.

Willow Creek

Ever the connected community where there is no barrier between the people and the royal family, Willow Creek celebrates the full moon together in the central park. The Braieforma family hires or mans booths filled with food, toys, and various mementos as everyone enjoys a massive garden party. The event is popular with families with small children, and the wide open park is deemed safe with everyone watching out for each other. It's said to be the best way for anyone looking to meet those in the Alliance as everyone gathers for these festivals.

Tomorang

The Island of Children has kept it's tradition since olden times where the Mid Autumn Full Moon is celebrated as Children's Day. The Children's Festival is held at the night market where children were bright traditional clothes and carry lanterns in a parade. Families come together to see their children perform dances and sing songs, and the elders cook up entire feasts for the community to enjoy. There are brightly lit floats of lions and dragons, and mooncakes with tiger patterns are given out as good luck presents. While a festive time for family, many communities in Tomorang do not welcome outsiders, or those with no children, to the party.

Many places around the world hold garden parties or festivals around the full moon in similar ways. But the moon has always connected the royal family to their heritage, and the people to the royal family. These parties have been the best way for new royal members to socialize, and even find new friendships or love. The events surrounding the full moon will always remind each and every one of us that we are all under the same sky, sharing the moon that shines down on us as it always has and always will.

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Top Most Powerful Temples in Kerala

Whether you're planning to visit holy places or simply on a entertainment ride to Kerala, you can’t pass over exploring the temples. These temples are heaps of years old and constructed with ultimate devotion. You can’t assist however be awestruck via witnessing the beauty and the history of those holy abodes of gods. And who knows, a journey to Kerala would possibly as well make you a believer if you aren’t one already.

Here are some well-known and effective temples in Kerala. Read approximately the history and forte of those temples. Do not forget to pay a go to as well.

1. Sree Padmanabhaswamy Temple

Sree Padmanabhaswamy Temple at Thiruvananthapuram is the richest temple inside the global. The call Thiruvananthapuram approach the land of Lord Anatha since the temple itself is an abode of Lord Anatha.

The temple is a fine combination of Dravidian and Keralian structure. The specific established order date of Sree Padmanabhaswamy Temple is not confirmed. However, it's miles said that the records of the temple is going returned to across the eighth century or so.

The most important deity of Sree Padmanabhaswamy Temple is Lord Vishnu, enjoyable on Anathanag, an giant hooded serpent. The temple is so celebrated that every 12 months severa worshippers throughout the globe come here to pay their homage.

You can go to the temple around March and April while the Panguni competition is held. Alpashy pageant draws loads of visitors as nicely as well explore best places in kerala. Go through Thomas Cook India’s Kerala excursion programs to peer which package deal fits your tour plans nice.

2.Chottanikkara Temple

Chottanikkara Temple in Kochi is one of the maximum crucial pilgrimage websites in Kerala. The revered deity in this temple is Goddess Rajarajeswari who's worshipped in three one of a kind avatars. In the morning, she is worshipped as Devi Saraswati, inside the afternoon she is Goddess Laxmi, and finally, she is Devi Durga within the evening.

According to famous belief, the serene surroundings of the Chottanikkara Temple allows to calm a mind. Every day inside the night, a unique puja is completed to name upon the Goddess. It’s something memorable that you shouldn’t pass over while you are touring the temple.

Also, make sure to visit at some stage in Navratri while the annual pageant of the temple is held. Check out Thomas Cook’s internet site to get the most convenient Kerala tour programs.

3. Guruvayoor Shrikrishna Temple

For Lord Krishna devotees, Guruvayoor Temple is the entirety they are able to wish for. In this temple, Lord Krishna is worshipped as Lord Guruvayoorappan, as a result the name. It has grow to be so big over time that today the temple is called the ‘Dwarka of the South’. The avatar of Lord Krishna right here is product of Patalanjana stone. It is a 4-armed and four ft tall structure.

This temple, placed in Thrissur, has plenty of elephants dwelling at the premises. It is a famous wedding venue and organises rice-feeding ceremonies as nicely.

You can visit the temple around February and March when the yearly Guruvayur festival is held.

4. Ambalapuzha Sree Krishna Temple

Ambalapuzha Sree Krishna Temple is placed in Ambalapuzha in the Alappuzha district of Kerela. It is well-known for having the Unnikrishna (little Krishna) avatar of Lord Krishna as the primary deity. It was mounted among the fifteenth and seventeenth centuries. The temple is renowned for its Palpayasam, a candy milk supplying.

What is greater special about the temple is the 10 avatars of Shri Krishna described in specific art work. You can take a holy trip in the pond close to the temple. There are bells, drums, and rhythmic chanting sound within the shrine.

If you control to pay a go to during June and July, you may witness the annual boat race competition within the river Pampa.

5. Mannarsala Nagaraja Temple

Mannarasala Nagaraja Temple in Haripad is well-known for having a couple of snakes nesting everywhere in the temple. Nagaraja, the principle deity of this temple, is an avatar of Lord Vishnu and Lord Shiva. Understandably, snakes are everywhere, in living paperwork and as artwork. However, those serpents are harmless, and there is no need on the way to be scared.

People who come to go to the temple, specially pay their respects to snakes.

According to nearby notion, infertile girls regularly get pregnant after worshipping Nagaraja, and they go back to thank him.

Since the temple is located in a wooded area, the ecosystem is peaceful. However, do try to go to within the afternoon to avoid crowds.

6. Attukal Bhagavathy Temple

Located in downtown Thiruvananthapuram, Attukal Bhagavathy Temple is blanketed inside the Guinness Book of World Records as ‘the largest gathering of women in the global’. The temple is famous for organising the Pongala competition in which a document range of women accumulate at the temple to have a good time.

The principal deity here is Goddess Bhadrakali, an avatar of Devi Parvati. The whole architecture of the temple is a mix of Keralian and Tamilian architectural patterns. Some different deities live here as well, including Lord Shiva, some avatars of Lord Vishnu, Mata Kaali, and Devi Parvati.

You can go to the Attukal Bhagavathy temple at some stage in February and March whilst the Attukal Pongala festival is held. It could be a memorable experience to witness the gathering of round 1.5 million girls.

7.Vadakkunnathan Temple

Vadakkunnathan Temple in Thrissur has been honoured through UNESCO Asia Pacific Awards for Cultural Heritage Conservation with the ‘Award of Excellence’. You will apprehend why this temple has were given so much reputation even from outside the u . S . Once you are taking a walk across the area.

This centuries-vintage temple is made from stone and wooden, embellished with masses of years antique paintings. These art work describe the memories of Mahabharata. It is stated that that is the first temple built by Parasurama who was an incarnation of Vishnu. Since Lord Shiva is the principle deity of this temple, Shivaratri is located right here with a lot devotion. After explore the explore, visit most popular tourist places in Kerala.

8.Ettumanoor Mahadeva Temple

Ettumanoor Mahadeva Temple is positioned in Ettumanoor, Kottayam. It is assumed that Lord Shiva proficient three Shiva Lingas to the Demon Khara. Khara then carried these lingas to Kerala, and one among them was installed in Ettumanoor. Rumour has it that once Khara mounted the Shivlingas, he became not a demon. He have become a deer and found his vicinity within the shelter of God. This is how the area got its call as ‘Manoor’ means ‘the land of deer’.

The temple has Keralian architecture and contains Dravidian mural paintings. There is a well-known portray of Nataraja within the Gopuram. Idols of different deities such as Ganapathy, Bhagavati, Sastha, and Yakshi are also set up on this temple.

During February and March every year, the Arattu pageant is held. Plenty of devotees go to this temple in the course of that time.

9. Sabarimala Temple

Sabarimala Temple in Pathanamthitta is one of the most appeared temples in Kerala. The temple, located 3000 ft above sea level, is devoted to Lord Ayappa. It takes lots of attempt to go to Sabarimala Temple on the grounds that transportation is restricted around right here.

This specific shrine is slightly special from others. Unlike most people of temples in India, Sabarimala Temple welcomes people from all religions. The street to the temple is not smooth as you have to walk through a dense woodland to attain the temple. The truth that it's miles best available for just 127 days a 12 months has made it even more unique.

The high-quality time to go to Sabarimala Temple is across the center of November.

10. Vaikom Mahadeva Temple

Vaikom Sree Mahadeva Temple in Kottayam forms a trisome together with Kaduthuruthy Thaliyil Mahadeva Temple and Ettumanor Shiva Temple. Legend has it that whoever plays rituals before ‘Ucha Pooja’, their desires get fulfilled. It is one of the fundamental temples in India committed to Lord Shiva.

The deity of Lord Shiva dates returned to Treta Yuga, which is the start of mankind. It is said that the Shiv linga became mounted by an Asura named Khra. The structure of this temple is unique. The oval-shaped sanctum sanctorum can not be observed in any other temples in Kerala.

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CELEBRATING, NISF SHA’BAN, SHAB-BARA’AT

On or about the evening of Subnda, March 5, through evening of Tuesday, March 7, 2023 (Dates may vary as the Islamic lunar calendar depends on the movements and sightings of the moon.)

The Night of Fortune and Forgiveness in the Islamic calendar.

Naming the Days Feature by Habib Todd Boerger

Niṣf Sha’ban (Mid-Sha’ban) falls between the 14th and 15th of Sha’ban, the eighth month in the Islamic calendar. The event is also known as Shab e-Barat, Bara’a Night, the Night of Records, or the Night of Fortune and Forgiveness.

Associated with God’s decrees for the coming year, the night is thought to be a time when Allah (Subhanahu wa Ta’ala) is especially merciful. Muslims all over the world celebrate Mid-Sha’ban with special prayers, Holy Qur’an recitation, staying awake during the night for prayer, praying for loved ones, giving charity, fasting, and other acts of devotion.

Many Muslims consider it the second holiest night of the year (after Lailat ul-Qadr).

As with all Islamic holy days, this holiday is a time to practice charity, devotion, forgiveness, gratitude, and service. Spending the night of Mid-Sha’ban in prayer is recommended, as is fasting on the 13th, 14th and the 15th of Sha’ban.

Mid-Sha’ban Recitation of Surah Ya Sin

1. After praying Maghrib or I’sha on the night of Mid-Sha’ban, read Surah Ya Sin, the Holy Qur’an’s 36th chapter, with the intention of long life in Islam and faith (Iman). Offer the Mid-Sha'ban Supplication (below).

2. Then read Surah Ya Sin with the intention to ward off affliction from one’s self and from the followers of Prophet Muhammad (SallAllahu ‘alaihi wa Sallam) offer the Mid-Sha'ban Supplication.

3. Next read Surah Ya Sin with the intention to receive sustenance and Allah’s provision without reliance on people.

Offer the Mid-Sha'ban Supplication.

Mid-Sha’ban Supplication

O. Allah! You shower favors on everyone, and no one can do You any favor.

O. The Possessor of Majesty and Honor,

O. The Distributor of bounty and rewards, there is no one worthy of worship except You.

O. Allah! If in the Mother of All Books that is with You, You have written me down as someone who is doubtful of achieving salvation, or deprived, or rejected, or without enough substance, Oh Allah, with Your Grace, remove all of these misfortunes from me.

And in the Mother of All Books that is with You, establish me as someone who is blessed, with abundance provision and charitable good deeds.

Indeed, what You said in the Book You sent through the tongue of Your Blessed Prophet is True

That Allah changes and establishes what He wants and with Him is the Mother of All Books.

My Lord! For the sake of Your Divine Manifestation on this fifteenth night of the blessed month of Sha’ban in which You issue all Wise and Irrevocable Decrees,

Remove from us all calamities and hardships, those that we know about as well as those that we don’t, while You know everything.

Truly, You are the Most Powerful, Most Generous.

And may Allah the Exalted shower blessings and peace on Sayyidina Muhammad (SallAllahu ‘alaihi wa Sallam), and on his family and his companions.

And all praise is for Allah, Lord of all the worlds.

Ameen.

Salat al-Tasbih (Prayer of Glorification)

After Maghrib, pray 2 rakats, and then another 2 rakats (out loud if led by an Imam in community or silently as an individual). In every prayer position repeat the following: Subhanallah (Glory to God), al-Hamdulillah (Praise to God), Laa illaha illAllah (there is no god but God), Allahu Akbar (God is greatest) 10 times.

And Allah knows best.

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The thirty years' truce which was entered into after the conquest of Euboea lasted fourteen years. In the fifteenth, in the forty-eighth year of the priestess-ship of Chrysis at Argos, in the ephorate of Aenesias at Sparta, in the last month but two of the archonship of Pythodorus at Athens, and six months after the battle of Potidaea, just at the beginning of spring, a Theban force a little over three hundred strong, under the command of their Boeotarchs, Pythangelus, son of Phyleides, and Diemporus, son of Onetorides, about the first watch ofthe night, made an armed entry into Plataea, a town of Boeotia in alliance with Athens. The gates were opened to them by a Plataean called Naucleides, who, with his party, had invited them in, meaning to put to death the citizens of the opposite party, bring over the city to Thebes, and thus obtain power for themselves. This was arranged through Eurymachus, son of Leontiades, a person of great influence at Thebes. For Plataea had always been at variance with Thebes; and the latter, foreseeing that war was at hand, wished to surprise her old enemy in time of peace, before hostilities had actually broken out. Indeed this was how they got in so easily without being observed, as no guard had been posted.

Thucydides, History of the Peloponnesian War

#thucydides #history of the peloponnesian war

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ericbozoian · 1 year ago

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In the turning of the leaves, in the chill that preludes the winter’s frost

October in the Year of Our Lord, 2023

In this entry, let us delve into the recent escapades of Mr. Eric Bozoian, whose October days were filled with enchantment and spectacle, the likes of which have stirred the very leaves of the New England trees to a brilliant display.

On the twenty-eighth day of this month, under a tapestry of twilight, Mr. Bozoian, accompanied by the gracious Faren, found themselves ensconced in the velveteen embrace of the Grange Theatre in Vermont. Here, they witnessed the carnivorous capers of "Little Shop of Horrors," a musical that has feasted upon the affections of theatre-goers for more than three decades. In the second row, with a view unobstructed by the heads of the populace, they were privy to the thespian alchemy that brought forth laughter and horror in equal measure.

The eve prior, Mr. Bozoian and his elegant companion attended the Murder Mystery - Midnight at the Masquerade ball in the bustling heart of downtown Nashua. Adorned in the regalia of high society, with masks that whispered of Venetian intrigue and costumes that would make a peacock envious, they danced and deduced with aplomb. Post-event, as they perambulated the streets, the townsfolk could not but lavish them with compliments, surely making the night sky twinkle with a hint of jealousy at their radiance.

October's embrace also brought with it a journey through the labyrinthine corridors of Elwood Orchards' famed corn maze. By night, they ventured, as has become their cherished tradition, pitting their wits against the maze's sinuous challenges. Triumph was theirs, as they emerged victorious, adding another year to their legend of mastery over the maize.

Mid-month, our intrepid duo partook in the revelries of King Richard's Faire. Here, amidst the revelry of acrobats and fire eaters, jesters and jousters, they feasted upon turkey legs and savored the heady brews of olde. The Faire, a patchwork of history and fantasy, offered a respite from the mundane, a place where mirth and music float freely on the autumn air.

On the fifteenth, Mr. Bozoian and Faren cast their gazes upon the hulking majesty of Battleship Cove. Aboard destroyer and battleship alike, they traversed the steel innards of these maritime behemoths, marvelling at the compactness that belied the vastness of their historical weight.

The month was not all play, for on the seventh and eighth, the couple sought the solace of nature, trekking the Webster Jackson trail. There, amidst the fiery fall foliage, they drank in the beauty of the mountains—a visual symphony of reds, golds, and oranges. And as if ordained by the spirits of the woods, Mr. Bozoian claimed victory in another volley of volleyball—a testament to his prowess and a balm to the stresses that plague the common man.

Thus, October has been a month of merriment and mystery, of victories both personal and shared. In the turning of the leaves, in the chill that preludes the winter's frost, Mr. Bozoian has found joy and jest, proving once again that life, when fully embraced, is a play in which we all have a starring role.

And so, we close this chapter of Mr. Bozoian's story, not with a finality, but with the anticipation of what November's quill shall inscribe upon the parchment of his days.

#LittleShopOfEricAndFaren #MasqueradeMysteries #CornMazeConquerors #KingRichardsFaireFolk #BattleshipCoveAdventurers #WebsterJacksonWanderers #VolleyballVictor

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tendaysofrain · 2 years ago

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“Night of the Fifteenth of the Eighth Month” (八月十五夜) Translation

(Another Mid-Autumn Festival, happy Mooncake Day to all! This post is a bit late but considering how swamped I am with work and life, it’s a miracle I remembered to post here lol....anyway please enjoy!)

Night of the Fifteenth of the Eighth Month (1)

By Yin Wengui (Tang dynasty, 9th century-early 10th century)

Cloudless clear heavens a mirror over the land (2),

Most perfect time for reunions (3) is Mid-Autumn.

Moonlight clinging to my garments a frosty iridescence,

And over the earth an aqueous brillance ready to flow.

Mountainous shadows in the distance chilly with dew,

Raging winds over yonder capping the waves with white.

Since you (4) illuminated my heart’s true thoughts,

The anxious man may have a carefree eve.

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Notes:

Mid-Autumn Festival falls on the fifteeth day of the eighth month in the lunar calender.

“The land” here is “九州” (Pinyin: jiu3 zhou1) in Chinese, which literally means “nine provinces”. This is a reference to the nine original provinces that were said to make up ancient China pre-Warring States. Since the Warring States period (476-221 BC), the term “jiuzhou” is taken to mean “all of China”, hence my translation of “the land”. Synonyms include 神州/Shenzhou and 中土/Zhongtu. Not to be confused with the Japanese Kyushu, since Kyushu refers to a specific island within Japan, and Jiuzhou is a broad term for the entirety of China.

Reunion here is “团圆/團圓 ” (Pinyin: tuan2 yuan2) in Chinese, where both characters in the word denote “roundness”, and the full moon on the night of the festival is also round. This is partly why the Mid-Autumn Festival is regarded as a holiday for family and friend gatherings.

Here “you” can be interpreted to mean either the moon or a person.

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Original Text (Traditional Chinese):

《八月十五夜》

[唐] 殷文圭

萬里無雲鏡九州，最團圓夜是中秋。

滿衣冰彩拂不落，遍地水光凝欲流。

華嶽影寒清露掌，海門風急白潮頭。

因君照我丹心事，減得愁人一夕愁。

#my translation #Night of the Fifteenth of the Eighth Month #chinese poetry #poetry #mid autumn festival #midautumnfestival #happy mid autumn festival #八月十五夜 #殷文圭 #中秋节 #中秋节快乐

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misshoneybee · 2 years ago

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˖ ࣪ 𖥔 𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐇 | 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓 𖥔 ࣪ ˖

— ℳ𝒾𝓈𝓈ℋ𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓎ℬ𝑒𝑒'𝓈 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓉𝑜𝒷𝑒𝓇 —

Pairing: College!Reader x DBF!Steve Rogers Content Warnings: Age gap (Reader is early twenties, Steve is mid-forties), infidelity, bratty!reader, smut, light dom/sub, use of pet names, daddy kink, oral sex (m-rec), dirty talk, degradation, hold the moan, squirting, creampie Word Count: 4.8k A/N: Please just pretend it's the fifteenth, lmao. Anyway, I got beef with P*ggy C*rter so this one's personal. 😜 I was so happy that so many of you guys seemed to enjoy 'The Night' so I'm very excited to share the second Kinktober prompt with you! As always, my blog is 18+ so: MINORS, DNI! Anyway, enjoy!! xx. Navigation: Masterpost | Playlist | Divider Credit | Kinktober Masterpost | October Eighth | October Twenty-Second Summary: When your dad’s best friend tags along on a family vacation, there’s just something about him that you can’t stay away from. The only obstacle? You needed to get that ring off his fucking finger.

You hoped to God that you were hiding the little smirk on your lips better than it felt like you were. The way Steve was holding his jaw and the way his hand was clenched on the tablecloth made you stifle a giggle into your hand before silently pressing your finger to your lips, gesturing for him to keep silent as your parents carried on a conversation on the other side of the table.

When they’d told you that your dad’s old roommate from college was coming along for the trip to your family’s house in Boulder, you were annoyed. You already didn’t care to go on some stupid family vacation on one of your few, precious breaks from college, but you certainly didn’t care to have some middle-aged, stick-in-the-mud tag along on it.

Then again, when his sleek, little sports car had appeared at the top of the long, private driveway, and he’d gotten out, you hadn’t expected Dr. Steven G. Rogers to look like that. When you’d greeted him alongside your parents, your eyes had been wide as he took your hand to gently shake. The older man towered over your frame, his jaw covered in a lush beard with the most beautiful shade of aquamarine eyes, and fuck—he was fit.

You’d only been at the ski resort for two days before the heated glances and barely-there touches had become too much for the both of you. Maybe you’d been playing with fire, walking around the big, drafty house in tiny, thin pajamas and without a bra, but everything had caught in a blaze when he’d found you in the middle of the night, climbing on the kitchen counter to reach the expensive vodka that your parents kept on the top shelf. His hands on your hips had steadied you as you jumped, frightened at the silent touch, before lowering you to sit on the cold marble.

Within seconds, in a silent agreement to keep this just between the two of you, Steve’s lips had easily found yours as you slipped your hand beneath the waistband of his stupid, plaid pajama pants that were slung low on his hips. Your hand found his already hard cock and he’d let out a quiet hiss as your hand worked his length until he’d finally had enough, carrying you down the hall to his room and fucking you until the sun had almost risen.

Since that night, much to your parents’ obliviousness, you hadn’t spent a single night alone in your bed. When the two of you weren’t fucking, you were laying bare, tangled in the warm, rumpled sheets, and talking about anything and everything. You discussed your major in molecular biology, his stint as a captain in the military, your last breakup, and the ring you’d spotted on his finger after the first time he’d fucked you.

At first, you felt a pang of guilt but after he opened up to you, you knew all about Peggy and how strained their marriage was. You knew they hadn’t fucked in six months. And you knew that maybe you liked him a little more than you’d initially planned. There were only two more days before you needed to go back to school and you were putting off the conversation of what came next, no matter how much you wanted to know and how it was driving you crazy.

As you took a sip of the sweet red wine, Steve gave a little surprised cough that hid a groan and it almost gave everything away; how your hand was rubbing his swollen length, hidden beneath the tablecloth, how you definitely were far less innocent than your parents believed, how you were fucking their forty-something year old friend.

“They work her too hard.” Your dad mentioned to Steve over his rocks glass, and you had to refrain from rolling your eyes. Your mom hadn’t shut up about how disappointed she was that Peggy hadn’t been able to join you—you couldn’t stop thanking God that she hadn’t.

“You know Peg,” Steve shrugged nonchalantly, taking a sip of his water as he white-knuckled the glass, “She wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“We know,” You mother sighed, her fork picking at the now-wilted greens on her plate as she frowned, “It’d just be nice for your wife to be able to go on vacation with us sometime.”

“You’re a cardiologist for Christ’s sake and you still find time.” Your father agreed, giving a pointed nod towards Steve. You bit your tongue as bile rose in your throat. Did they even know how unhappy Steve was? Why were they talking about her?

Steve’s chuckle was light, even though he registered the way you’d slowly taken your hand back from his lap, “She and I both knew that I came second to SHIELD when we got married.” With another shrug, he added, “I guess you can’t help who you fall in love with.”

It felt like your blood ran cold as jealousy snaked its way around your ribcage, squeezing your chest tightly. Maybe he did still love her. They’d almost been together for as long as you’d been alive. Of course, all he wanted was a fling—you were just a way to get his dick wet since his bitch of a wife was too busy with her job.

You barely registered the way your body had grown numb until your wineglass slipped from your fingers and tipped over on the table, cracking the delicate glass as the burgundy bled into the pristine fibers of the white tablecloth as a sharp gasp was pulled through your lips at the mess. Your eyes found Steve’s and you saw the slightest shift in his brow as he registered the envy in your expression.

“You okay, sweet pea?” Your dad frowned worriedly, standing, and grabbing some towels to mitigate the damage you’d done. Your mother busied herself drying it up and fussing with the linen. Being an only child meant you were constantly babied and sometimes, it worked to your advantage.

“I’m sorry,” You sighed, pressing a hand to your cheek as you forced yourself to sound more run down than annoyed, and even a little embarrassed, “I’m okay—I just feel a little sick to my stomach. Maybe I’m coming down with something.”

Your eyes flashed to Steve and your irritation grew as you saw a little glint of entertainment staring back at you, biting the inside of your cheek, you took a deep breath and chose to ignore him, turning your attention to your mother with a sad expression, “I think I’m going to lay down.”

Brushing some hair from your forehead, she frowned, “Are you sure? We were going to go on the gold slope—“

“I don’t know if I’ll feel up to it.” You gave a shrug, fake disappointment crossing your face as you pointedly ignored Steve, “Will you wake me up before you go? Maybe I’ll be feeling better by then.

Maybe spite wasn’t the best motivator, especially with the way your fucking orgasm was evading you after almost half an hour. After changing into a deep, green silk negligee, you’d sent a few pictures to Bucky, your on-again-off-again fuck buddy. Predictably, he’d responded with enthusiasm, showering you in compliments and praise as you sent videos back and forth. He’d sent a shaky video of himself coming more than ten minutes ago and you’d finally had to relent, faking a quick orgasm in your front facing camera before putting your phone down.

Had Steve ruined your ability to come any other way aside from with him? Your breath came quicker as you rolled your hips with the vibrator that was pressed against your clit, a quiet whine breaking through your lips as you stayed on the edge, balancing but never quite falling over.

Three muffled voices in the hall made you jump as you pressed the button on the bright pink toy, abruptly switching off the patterned vibrations as you yanked a thin blanket over top of you. A sharp knock sounded against the heavy, wooden door and your breath caught in your chest. Pretending to be asleep, you fought to even the slow breaths that were filling your lungs. After a few more knocks, your door finally creaked open and heavy footsteps found their way to your bedside.

The cologne was familiar; it had been rubbed off on to your own skin several times now. It was clean and fresh, reminding you of sun on your skin and sand between your toes rather than the blankets of snow that were falling outside the windows. Steve’s heavy hand landed on your shoulder, giving you a gentle shake as he murmured your name, “Wake up. Your parents are leaving; they wanted me to check one more time and see if you wanted to go with them.”

Remaining silent, you willed your face to stay carefully blank as his hand slowly drifted up and down your arm, causing goosebumps to pepper the surface as you suppressed a shiver despite how annoyed you were with him. It was like his touch set you on fire, gilding you like some precious thing that was just for him. Pressing the back of his hand to your forehead, you counted the seconds that seemed to last hours. The sooner he left you the fuck alone, the sooner you could try and come—without thinking of him. After a long moment and one last brush of his fingers against your cheek, he slipped back out of the room.

“She’s pretty feverish.” Steve’s voice was low as he spoke to your parents in the hall, and you willed them to leave. As they walked away, their voices quieted and you finally exhaled, resting a hand on your stomach as you fought to calm the racing beat of your heart. Any progressed you’d made had been washed away and you murmured a curse, flopping on to your back helplessly.

A few minutes later, you heard the rumble from your parents’ car in the driveway. The sound of the tires quickly faded, and it wasn’t long before the heavy footsteps were back in front of your door. Sinking into the mattress, pulling your blanket tighter around yourself, you’d only just squeezed your eyes shut when the door opened.

The side of your mattress sank, and Steve’s heavy hand landed on your waist; it was like you could feel the little smirk on his lips. Leaning down, he gently brushed some hair from your neck before placing a barely there kiss on your soft skin, murmuring into your ear, “Wake up, princess.”

You remained silent, forcing your body to remain still no matter how badly his touch made you want to beg for more. The hand drifted from your hip to your ass, giving the soft cushion of your skin a firm squeeze as his body pressed against your back, his voice was low, “I know you’re faking it.”

Illusion shattered, you hastily jerked away from him, using what little leverage you had to try and shove him away, “Fuck you, Steve.”

You were fuming and tried to smack him away, but it was futile—he was stronger than you and easily maneuvered you to straddle his lap, a careful eyebrow raised as he took both of your wrists in one of his hands, resting them against your chest, “What was that about?”

“Just leave me alone.” You fruitlessly tried to pull away, but he only pulled you closer with a heavy hand on your back, pressing your body to his. You could feel his heartbeat against your chest, and you felt a shiver run down your spine.

“Was my princess jealous?” He murmured.

“I’m not your princess,” You spat, “And I’m not fucking jealous.”

“And now you’re lying to me?” He tsked. The quiet, little chuckle that he let out made your face grow warm, embarrassment and irritation dancing together and licking up your spine. Steve pressed a soft kiss just beneath your jaw, “Come on, baby. Tell daddy why you’re upset.”

“You said you were separating with her.” You finally bit out, avoiding his eyes as exhaled slowly.

“I am.” He confirmed, a hand drifting to your chin, his thumb rubbing back and forth over your cheek.

“You didn’t tell my parents about it.” Your eyes focused on the ring that rested on the fourth finger of the hand that held yours against his chest.

Understanding crossed his face, a little smile ticking at the corner of his lips, “Is that why you’re upset?” Shaking his head, he released your hands, removed the ring and sat it on your bedside table, before taking your face in his hands instead, brushing a kiss against your forehead as your wide eyes searched his, “Silly girl. I’m moving out next week. I already got an apartment in the city.”

It was almost embarrassing, how light your heart felt at his words, “Really?”

“Yes, baby. And my lawyers are drawing up papers this month. Nothing’s been going on between me and her for a while—we’re just waiting for the right time to tell everyone. I promise.” As he slipped his arms around you, you relaxed into his touch, burying your face in his neck, brushing your lips against it as relief flooded your body. The two of you remained like that for several minutes before you felt him shift to pick up something from your bed, murmuring lowly, “Now, what’s this?”

Sitting up, you followed his sparkling eyes to what was in his hand. The bright pink silicone that rested in his palm stared back at you and you felt warmth crawl up your chest as your face caught fire. Pressing the button, it turned on and you could only let out a squeak, “Steve!”

“Is that my name, baby?” He grinned, raising an eyebrow as he clicked through the vibration patterns that seemed so loud in the otherwise silent house.

“Give it back!” Leaning out of his arms, you snatched it from his hand, fumbling to turn it off before hiding it behind your back. When you turned to face him, his attention was no longer on your face.

His bottom lip was caught in his teeth, his eyes darkening as his voice came out in a low rumble, “Oh, sweet girl. What are you wearing?”

Suddenly, you remembered yourself and the thin silk and lace that covered your body, cupping your breasts and hugging your waist. Before you could formulate any sort of response, his eyes found your phone tangled in the sheets. It was like you could see the gears click into place as he snatched the device before you could grab it, his thumb keying in your birthday and unlocking it quickly.

“Steve—” It felt like you were going to combust as the messages between you and Bucky popped up on your screen; you were silent as he scrolled through them slowly, taking in each picture and video that you’d sent.

Clicking the last one you’d sent just minutes before he’d knocked on your door, you could see the still-shot thumbnail of the video and froze as he pressed play, a smirk on his lips as your breathy moans came from the speaker of your phone. Watching him watch yourself made you feel lightheaded.

The video showed everything. You’d had your phone propped up between your spread legs, your negligee shoved up around your waist, and your puffy pussy bared to the camera as you thrust the toy into it, rocking your hips against it as you cried quietly, “Fuck—yes! God, that’s it! Use my pussy. Fuck me so good, baby…”

It felt like eons as your cries pitched higher before you faked your climax. Running his tongue over his teeth, he locked your phone and tossed it aside. His eyes were dark as they found yours, his fingers digging into your waist, “I know you didn’t send these to daddy, sweetheart, and I know you don’t have to fake it with me, so who did you send them to?”

Shaking your head, your voice wavered as you denied quietly, “I didn’t—”

“Don’t lie to me, princess.” A hand trailed up your thigh, slipping beneath the lace-lined edge of your slip. Steve’s fingers easily found you bare, and a low groan came from his chest as he played with your damp folds, brushing a finger up and down them slowly as he clicked his tongue, asking once again, calmly, “Who did you send them to?”

Your lip quivered, a new rush of wetness coating his fingers as he slipped them further inside your pussy as you whispered, “M—my ex-boyfriend.”

“Daddy wasn’t giving you enough attention, so you had to be a little slut and find it somewhere else, didn’t you?” Shaking his head, he withdrew his fingers and ignored your whine. Cleaning your wetness from his digits with his tongue, he gave a quiet chuckle, “Such a tease. You’re just a little whore, showing this sweet little pussy to any boy who asks, aren’t you?”

Shaking your head, your voice was small as you denied blushingly, “No—”

Removing you from his lap, he placed you to kneel on the bed, coming to stand, “Since you want to be used, I’m gonna use you.” He undid his belt, his eyes holding yours as the leather fell to the ground. Undoing his jeans, he shoved them down enough to reveal his erection, the hard tip leaking as he stroked it slowly, your eyes following his hand as he murmured, “You’re gonna show daddy you’re sorry and suck his cock, okay?” Biting your lip, you nodded slowly, unable to take your eyes from the way his thumb brushed over his slit. A hand came to rest around your neck like a necklace, forcing your gaze back up to his as he chided softly, “Use your words, princess.”

Nodding dumbly, your voice was raspy as you softly agreed, “Yes, daddy.”

At once, you dragged your hot tongue across you palm, wetting your hand before wrapping it firmly around the base of his cock, ruddy and swollen with need. He groaned, his hips giving a sharp jerk as you stroked you hand up and down his length several times. Finally, leaning forward, your tongue flicked out to lick the pearl of salty precum that had begun to leak from his slit.

“Fuck, princess,” Steve groaned, his hand holding the back of your head, guiding your mouth closer to his cock.

At his broken moan, your confidence grew as you dragged your tongue along the thick vein that ran from the base to his sensitive tip. Reaching its crown, you swirled your tongue around it before taking it in the wet heat of your mouth.

Silently, you mused that he certainly had the longest cock of any man you’d ever been with. Of course, you’d been intimidated the first time that you’d seen it, but you’d never been one to turn down a challenge. Seconds felt like hours as you took his length deeper into your mouth, inch by inch until the tip brushed against the back of your throat.

At the unfamiliar sensation, you gagged and pulled back, your lips slick and swollen as saliva dripped down your chin and you gasped for air.

His brows were drawn together in concern as his hooded eyes shot open, spotting the way yours had begun to water, “You’re doing so well, baby.”

His other hand that rested on your face brushed a thumb gently over your cheekbone as his eyes peered into yours and you nodded. Holding his eyes, you watched his body relax as you took him back between your lips, jerking off the length that you couldn’t take. His hand on your head guided you slowly up and down his length, careful not to take him the whole way into your throat as you’d done before.

The nails of your hands that rested on his hips, gently pressed into his skin as you hollowed your cheeks around him, “Fuck, yeah, that’s my good girl.” The new suction forced a grunt from his mouth and tilted his head back, letting out a broken moan, “Sucking my cock like a goddamn dream.”

He stroked your hair as you found a rhythm, swollen lips wrapped around his length as you bobbed your head, watching for each little reaction he was giving. A whimper around his length made him curse as he tugged your hair, pulling you off his cock.

Taking in a sharp breath, you looked up at him from under your lashes. His thumb tugged at your swollen bottom lip, and he groaned, “Come here, princess.”

Like you were a doll, he guided you to lay on your back before tugging his sweater over his head and shedding his jeans. Climbing on the bed between your legs, he pushed the hem of your slip up your thighs slowly, “Fuck, look at this sweet little pussy… Spread your legs a little more for me, princess.” His hands on the inside of your thighs opened you up more to his starving eyes and you shyly turned your face to the side as his eyes devoured you. “You’re such a good girl…”

Letting out a low groan, Steve’s hands climbed higher, his thumb brushing over your swollen clit with unbridled adoration.

“Please…” You breathed out, your fingers tightening in the wrinkled sheets.

“Please what?” Steve teased, covering your body with his. Dragging the tip of his cock up and down your glistening slit slowly, covering himself in your slick, he murmured, “You want daddy to fuck you? Is that it, baby? You want all my cum in this tight little cunt?”

“Yes, please…” Nodding dumbly, your chest rose and fell with each heavy, needy breath as he lined himself up with your entrance, “Fuck me, daddy. Need you to make me your little slut.”

Pressing a kiss to your forehead, he pressed his swollen tip to your hole, and you whimpered at the stretch, your hips shifting in discomfort as he split you slowly. A deep moan was pulled from your throat as his thumb dragged small circles around your swollen bud that begged for his attention, “Oh god, Steve…”

The slight burn from the initial stretch quickly faded into a pleasurable ache between your legs and he gave you only a moment before slowly dragging out. He couldn’t ignore your breathy moans and the way your thick lashes fluttered shut at the sensation before he pushed back in sharply. He gave a few experimental thrusts before quickly finding a rhythm as he glided easily through your wet folds into the tight heat of your cunt.

Your hips rolled up to meet each of his thrusts, the both of you working together symbiotically as he hit a spot that made you clench around him and let out a whiny groan. A devilish grin crossed his bearded face and he murmured, “That feel good, baby?”

Before you could even nod, you giggled as he suddenly rolled you over. Sitting up whilst straddling his broad hips, you tugged the silk over your head and tossed it somewhere on your floor. Sinking back down on his length, you gasped as he bottomed out inside you and he let out a quiet hiss as his hands trailed up your waist, cupping your tits as his thumbs toyed with your sensitive, pebbled nipples.

“Fuck, daddy, ’s too big—” You whined, carefully rocking your hips as the muscles in your stomach clenched.

“I know, princess, but you can take it…” He let out a groan as you languidly grinded against him, your clit brushing against the coarse thatch of trimmed hair just above his cock each time you sank down on to him. “That’s it, princess. Just like that—you’re so good for me. I love this sweet little pussy…”

Together, you easily found a frenzied pace before the harmony of your whimpers and his moans was interrupted by a shrill ringtone. You gasped as he held your body close, leaning over and grabbing his phone, pressing a confusingly chaste kiss to your lips as groaned out, “Shit—stay quiet for me, baby.”

“Steve!” You hissed his name as he accepted the call with a sly grin.

“Hello?” He waited a moment for the voice on the other end of the line to respond, “Oh, yeah. She’s doin’ okay.” He grinned as your eyes went impossibly wider, your hands resting on his shoulders as you kept yourself carefully still.

Fucking. Shit.

It was your parents. Steve’s cock was nestled deep inside your cunt as he casually conversed with your parents, and that was so wrong and so fucking hot.

Quickly muting the microphone, he cocked an eyebrow, looking down to where your bodies were still joined, “Did I say you could stop?”

With a shaky breath, you resumed the languid grind, back and forth, your teeth digging into your lip as your clit pressed firmly against his pelvis.

He winked, unmuting the phone, “I think she’s okay. She’s probably still in bed…just. sleeping. I’ll shoot you a text after I check on her again,” You couldn’t help the way your walls clenched around him as his tip pressed against that special spot deep within you. He let out a low groan before quickly trying to cover, “Fuck, ba—stubbed my toe. Sorry.”

With a hand on your lower back, he guided you back and forth slowly, only half-listening to the voice on the other end of the line, “Yeah, I’ll let you know. See you in a few hours.”

As he tossed his phone to the hardwood floor with a clatter, his hands around your waist quickly took over. All but lifting and sinking you back down on the length of his rigid cock repeatedly, Steve’s hips continued to snap up into yours and you could only babble out, “Daddy—please, let me come. Want to come on your cock so bad—fuck!”

“Christ, baby—I can feel you squeezin’ around me. Almost told your parents how good you are at riding my cock, how good you feel wrapped around me.” He hammered into you with a deep groan, adding, “You want them to know you like fucking older guys? How daddy likes to play with this pussy while they sleep right down the hall?”

“Please—” You begged helplessly, your nails digging into his shoulders, feeling your orgasm approaching like an unstoppable wave.

“Yeah, they don’t know their innocent little girl is a fucking whore.” Steve grunted, taking in the sight of your tits bouncing and the way you’d tossed your head back, with a little smirk, “They don’t know how wet you get when I eat this precious little cunt, dripping all over my tongue and tasting like honey. They don’t know how you beg daddy to come in your sweet pussy.”

At that, the wave finally overtook you as he hammered against your g-spot, making you squirm as a little trickle of your wetness leaked out around where his cock was pressed into you before the dam broke and you gushed over his length. You let out a squeal of his name, scratching down his back, leaving red streaks on his pale skin.

Steve’s thrusts finally grew uneven, slowing as he grunted out, “That’s it, baby. I’m gonna fill this cunt up with all my cum—fuck!”

Your words were unintelligible as your eyes rolled back and he fucked you through both of your orgasms. Coming undone on top of him, you were unable to hold yourself up as he pressed deep into you, hard against your cervix as he spilled into you with a long, low moan, coating your walls with him. He sat up, staying inside of you, and opened his arms, allowing you to collapse against his hard, sweat-glistening body.

“Oh, fuck…” Your hips twitched with the aftershocks as he stayed inside, feeling your walls continuing to clench around him as you came down from the high. Looking down at where your bodies were joined, you felt your face grow warm at the wetness that was spattered over his Adonis belt and the cum that had leaked out from around the base of his cock, covering your petals and making you messy.

“That’s so much cum, daddy…” You whispered, resting your forehead against his and giggling softly.

He gave a low chuckle, his thumb caressing your cheek, “Can’t help it with you, baby.” Capturing your lips in a lazy kiss, you hummed as his tongue intertwined with yours slowly before parting, murmuring as his hand stroked up and down your bare back, “You did so good for me.”

“Thank you.” You whispered, burying your face in his neck. You could feel his chest shake as he laid back, pulling you along with him.

“You gettin’ all shy on me now, princess?” He chuckled and tugged you closer as you snuggled into him, murmuring against your temple, “Did I tell you my new place is about ten minutes from campus?”

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