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renlyslittlerose · 1 year ago

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Kinktober Day 18 - Humiliation

Today's prompt: Humiliation

Dear anon who requested this: I tried. I have never written Humiliation before, and I fear I veered more into 'dirty talk' more than anything. I hope this titillates you regardless.

If Only They Knew - 1,958 Rating: E Content: Humiliation; Dirty talk; Rimming; Oral Sex; Guilty Obi-Wan; Mild exhbitionism kink (more like 'what if we get caught' kink)

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Anakin lounged on the tasseled cushions of the plush chair, legs spread and and shoulders hunched, an air of deliberate insolence swirling about him. With his chin tilted he looked across the room at Obi-Wan, a small smirk playing across his lips as he waited for Obi-Wan to enter fully. He was already nude, his skin a kaleidoscope of colours, the blue light from the moons coalescing with the warmth of the interior light, creating bronze highlights across his jaw and shoulders while the darkness between his thighs and the soft dip along his belly tempted and lured.

In the distance Obi-Wan could hear Windu speaking it someone over his commlink, voice trailing in from the open window as he wound down from the evening.

Obi-Wan had told himself that he wouldn’t go to Anakin tonight - that he would remain in his room, tucked away in the recesses of the palace they’d been given residence in by ruler of the planet that had sought aid from them. He would maintain his resolve.

But here he was, stood in Anakin’s rooms, the scent of perfumed soaps and blossoms thick in his throat, air muggy and full of tension as Anakin sent a spark through their bond, tugging Obi-Wan closer into the room.

“I thought you said we shouldn’t,” Anakin murmured, a pleased expression on his face as he shifted, legs opening wider to invite Obi-Wan in.

“I only said we should wait,” Obi-Wan replied.

“Wait until Windu can hear us?”

Obi-Wan felt a blush creep up his cheeks and along the back of his neck. His cock twitched, already hard and leaking. It was unbecoming for him to crave Anakin the way he did, and doubly so to give in time and time again. But they had always been carefully locked away, no one having the chance to know what Obi-Wan did with his Padawan when the moon was high and the shadows deep-set.

But Windu was close - close enough where Obi-Wan could still feel him in the force if he reached out. He was a steady reminder of Obi-Wan’s duty as a Jedi and a mentor, and a reminder that Obi-Wan had been trusted with a seat on the Council - that he’d been bestowed a place of honour by his peers. The thought of Windu hearing Anakin as Obi-Wan pleasured him only spurred Obi-Wan on, guilt mixing with arousal, cloying and thick as it slipped down his gullet and settled in his stomach.

With trembling hands he undressed under the watchful eyes of Anakin, before falling on his knees in front of him.

Anakin shifted, hips canting forward and legs spreading to show off his cock. Slim and elegant, it fit in Obi-Wan’s mouth like it had been made for him, cock slick and smooth as it slipped in between Obi-Wan’s lips and down his throat, Anakin choking him with his eagerness and youthful vigor. Licking his bottom lip, Obi-Wan looked up at Anakin as he brought his hands up to run along Anakin’s thick thighs. It wasn’t so long ago that Anakin was still so narrow, limbs long and awkward, muscles still forming, his belly still soft with youth.

Obi-Wan missed it.

The thought of Anakin’s younger frame giving him pleasure made Obi-Wan’s cock let out a thick pearl of precome.

“Already hard for me,” Anakin said, voice louder than it needed to be.

Obi-Wan chanced a glance out the window, but Windu’s room couldn’t look into theirs.

“Couldn’t wait to suck me off, hm?” Anakin continued, his cock bouncing away as he played idly with one of his nipples. “You always tell yourself you can wait - that we both have to wait. That we need to wait. But then you come into my room and beg me to show you my pretty cock like some animal with no resolve. Well, go on.”

Obi-Wan chewed the inside of his cheek and gripped Anakin’s cock, stroking it a few times to slide the stringy precome along his length. Anakin groaned and rolled his head to the side, hips stuttering forward as Obi-Wan continued to stroke him before he bent over and took the tip in his mouth. Salt and the taste of soap flooded his palate, and he sucked the head to collect more, adoring the taste even when he knew he shouldn’t.

“Always so weak for me, even when you know you shouldn’t be,” Anakin whispered, voice lashing and sweet all at the same time. “Always begging me for my body, ignoring all the codes and rules that tell you not to. Because you don’t care, do you? All you want is your Padawan’s cock and his eager little hole.”

Sliding off of the head of Anakin’s cock, Obi-Wan brushed his thumb along his bottom lip, feeling how fat and plump it already was. Anyone who saw him after he’d spent time with Anakin would know what they’d been doing just by looking at his lips. He squeezed his eyes shut as his cock twitched again, the thought of people knowing he was so desperate for Anakin turning him on far more than it should.

Sighing as Anakin pulled him back down, Obi-Wan relaxed a fraction as Anakin began to pet him, his touch tender despite the intensity of his words. With another sigh he sunk back down and took all of Anakin in his mouth.

Anakin let out another groan as Obi-Wan began to bob, obscene slick sounds breaking out across the balcony as he sucked Anakin’s cock. Thick spit spilled from his mouth and down Anakin’s length, coating them both in Obi-Wan’s hunger. As he bobbed his head Anakin let out a string of curses, his hips rocking up as he pet Obi-Wan’s hair. Hooking his leg around Obi-Wan’s shoulders, he dug one of his heels into Obi-Wan’s back, keeping him locked in place.

“S-So fucking weak,” Anakin whimpered, his voice breathy and soft. “A-always were, weren’t you. C-couldn’t wait until I came of age before you fucked me. W-what was it? A day after I was knighted before you shoved me on to your bed and split me o-open with your cock?”

Obi-Wan whimpered and pulled off of Anakin’s cock with a wet ‘pop’. Catching his breath, he leaned into Anakin’s touch, letting Anakin wipe away the spit and tears that had collected across his cheeks and beard. Opening his eyes, he stared up at Anakin - his little prince - watching him through the moonlight. Blood rushed through his head, blocking out all other sounds, but he could still feel Windu’s presence nearby.

“But you don’t just want my cock,” Anakin said as he pushed Obi-Wan back down, his hips sliding forward and legs tucking up, feet resting on the edge of the chair. “You were never satisfied with just that, were you?”

Obi-Wan groaned as Anakin exposed his hole. The first thing he’d done after he’d fucked Anakin for the first time was lick him clean, desperate to remove the stains he’d made on his boy - his Padawan. Desperate to remove the evidence of his own weakness. But it didn’t work - he couldn’t clean Anakin from his debasement any more than Obi-Wan could stop his deep sense of humiliation for how much he wanted this.

A part of him wanted to tell the Council that he rested between the thighs of Anakin and licked and kissed and marked the most intimate recesses of his body; that he would do anything for Anakin if he asked it of him, if only to please him and be given promise of more. But confessing would ruin some of the pleasure. Confession would assuage the guilt that made Obi-Wan’s cock throb between his legs, thick and heavy and bouncing as he stroked himself and stared at Anakin’s tight, pink hole.

“Sully your mouth on my hole,” Anakin said. And then because he knew it would hurt and please Obi-Wan, he added. “Master.”

Obi-Wan pitched forward and sucked Anakin’s hole before lashing his tongue against the whorled muscle, Anakin letting out a loud moan that Obi-Wan knew Windu could hear. Anakin tasted earthy here even after bathing, his own musk mixing with the subtle soaps that had coated his skin in the warm bath. The thought that he’d first touched Anakin here - that he’d taught Anakin how to fuck the same as he’d taught him his katas and how to use the force - made Obi-Wan delirious with arousal, and he laved Anakin’s hole with firm strokes of his tongue, bathing Anakin in his spit.

Breathing harshly through his nose, Obi-Wan wiggled his tongue inside the loose stretch of muscles, tonguing Anakin as Anakin gripped the back of his skull and held him in place. Gods, he tasted divine, felt divine, smelled divine. Anakin was divine, in many respects, spun from the strands of the force and given a form that could be corrupted and defiled. The fact that he allowed Obi-Wan to do this to him made Obi-Wan’s cock leak even more, thick rivulets sliding down his length as he continued to eat Anakin out.

“Y-yeah, that’s right,” Anakin whimpered. “Y-you’re so desperate for me. C-could feel your need through our bond all day. E-even when you w-were supposed to be l-listening to Windu and the Council, I k-knew you were thinking about my hole the entire time.”

Obi-Wan started fisting his cock, touch harsh as he shoved his tongue in as far as he could, splitting Anakin open. It was true - it was all true. He had been thinking about Anakin - couldn’t take his mind off of him and the way his curls rested across his brow and the shells of his ears. Couldn’t stop thinking about the space between his thighs, couldn’t stop thinking about his cock and how much he needed it shoved down his throat, choking him and filling him. He just couldn’t stop thinking of Anakin.

“W-What would Windu say if he could see you now. Naked and tonguing his Padawan,” Anakin continued. Obi-Wan could feel Anakin was close, his own hand gripping his cock as the other continued to hold Obi-Wan in place, balls bouncing as he jerked himself. “M-maybe Windu already knows. Maybe they all know what you do when they’re not around. K-know you get on your knees and pleasure me with your mouth. W-what would they say if they knew their perfect Jedi was obsessed with the taste of his Padawan’s come.”

Obi-Wan came, shooting thick ribbons of come across the tile floor and his hand, his seed scalding almost as he continued to sloppily kiss Anakin's hole. Anakin gripped Obi-Wan’s hair harsher and ground his face against Obi-Wan’s lax tongue as he came with a satisfied moan.

Collapsing backward Obi-Wan watched as Anakin relaxed, long legs dropping down as he splayed out on the chair. Obi-Wan rested his head on Anakin’s lap, sighing when Anakin ran his fingers through his hair, still sticky with seed. Closing his eyes, he nuzzled his nose against Anakin’s stomach, tongue slipping out to clean off the strips of seed that glistened across bronzed skin and soft hairs.

“How was that?” Anakin asked softly, all the prior malice slipping away only to be replaced with tired satisfaction.

Obi-Wan sighed. “Perfect, darling. Thank you for… thank you for doing this for me.”

#obikin #star wars fanfiction #lemon fanfiction #kinktober 2023 #lemon does kinktober

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toyouhellohowareyou · 3 months ago

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Four sequel! What's that goober up to?

Ooh okay, let's get meta for a sec.

'Two Moon Pearls and the Master Sword', 'Ocarina, Oracle', and the Four Sequel, which follows directly on from Ocarina, Oracle, all take place on the same timeline.

Legend makes the point to both Hyrule and Four in Moon Pearls that it's not his timeline because this didn't happen to him as a child. It's not a closed loop. He is correct, it's a forth timeline very similar to the downfall timeline.

So then, who was that in the Palace of the Four Sword? And why? If they can interfere then what happened?

Four and the Colours are going to be very busy. They have loops to close and fates to change and [redacted] complicates everything.

Baby Four is a monster and a delight.

Also there was something lots of people were 😢about in Moon Pearls and we're totally going to go monkey paw wish on that.

#lu fanfiction

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regalfairytaleacademy · 2 years ago

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Welcome to Aquadormancy !!

Aquadormancy was founded on the Independent of the Fairy Princess of the Oceans. It's used to be the dorm for fairies, magicians and mermaids, but it currently for students in kinds of species.

Students in this dorm are actively in sports and more extroverted to people. They sometimes do their missions independently, but preferable to help others. They has always been friendly with pixies and visits them at Pixie Village every year.

Although it's representative element is water, Aquadormancy was not always predominantly covered in water. In fact, it used to be the exact opposite sometime during its expansive history, during which half-women, half-serpentine beings called the Melusina roamed the realm in place of the merfolk, who they were at war with. It is unknown what caused the sudden shift in the realm's geography but, as the kingdom' landmasses shrunk in response to the oceans expanding, the Melusina began going extinct as due to their weakness towards water. As the Melusina were dying out, the merfolk thrived in place of them until one Melusina was left living alone on an island. In the end, the Melusina has fully extinct after Fairy Guardian and her husband attacked her with the power of water.

Building

Aquadormancy is a dorm predominantly covered in water with a few jungle islands. Those islands currently not allowed let the visitors go there, as it is described as the most dangerous. In the book, there's some abandoned ruins of ancient buildings also rest both above and below the ocean waves which were never explained. It is thusly connected to all the oceans of other countries within Twisted Wonderland.

Terrestrial

The dorm's castle on the land features an Arabian Palace. The roof looks like a spiral shell and the walls are colored in ivory covered with small colorful shells. Past the entrance hall is the marble staircase, then a long hall direct to the dorm leader's bedroom that is in angle where has the sea and moon can be seen.

Fountain - It locates at the outside of the entrance. Once was a boring displayed object, but after it become the most popular thing on Magicam. They said the fountain start at night when water gushed, surprisly happened as water suspended ponds were illuminated by soft lights. It is described as the most colourful and dreamy fountain at night.

Portal - Connected to the Fairy Village for quick access. The color of ring portal is pastel pink with butterflies. It not only for students, but also for pixies from Nymfevilla when they needed to get to the dorm just in time. It is in the secret room that only dorm leader can open.

Ballroom - The place where they dance or doing gymnastics. All the gym equipments and clothes are prepared with the magic case.

Swimming Pool - The place for students who have a passion for swimming. It is also for them to train their fast abilities. The germs and wastes on pool occasionally be cleaned by the water pixies after students had left.

Undersea

In the underwater, the building was designed in Denmark Castle. The outside has coral reefs, algae and more aquatic plants as decorations. Externally, it glows with lights.

According to the book, the depth of the oceans does not have a definitive bottom, and the Fairy Guardian even referred to the Oceans of Water Realm as the "Heart of All Oceans" when a dimensional shock wave triggered a tidal wave on Twisted Wonderland.

Portal - Linked to all the oceans of other dorm. It is for merfolks, if they want to go to other places. Each oceans of dormitories has a specialized Selkies who are tasked with guarding the portal at oceans.

Secret Library - It is the more ancient and mysterious library that guards all secrets from the kingdom, above and under the sea. It has a school of white sharks as a guarded of this library day and night. The archeomagic site had evidences about the black pearls.

Although completely immersed in water, it is specified to be full of perfectly-dry books of all genres, ordered in an immense spiral of shelves. It has house millions of volumes, and contained the Fortune Teller Book (Water Realm Enemies book).

Dorm Wear

The tradition and cultural clothes is the best choice for the dorm. But for the gym suit, they allowed to wear any styles they like. The accessories may have jewelries and pearls. Any aquatic plants and objects like corals as the main core.

#twst #twisted wonderland #regal fairytale academy #rfa #aquadormancy

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patheticbatman · 1 year ago

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August 2019 Story

I deleted the original, so I'm reposting this. This was almost certainly the last one I drew as a 16 year old, but I might have been 17. Either way, I posted it when I was 18.

Once upon a time, in a splendid palace on the bed of the bluest ocean, lived the Sea King, a wise old merman named Triton with a long flowing white beard. He lived in a magnificent palace, built of gaily coloured coral and seashells, together with his wife Bella-Durmiente and their seven daughters, very beautiful mermaids.

Ondine, the youngest and, in some ways, the loveliest of them all, also had a beautiful voice, and when she sang, the fishes flocked from all over the sea to listen to her. The shells gaped wide, showing their pearls and even the jellyfish stopped to listen. The young mermaid often sang, and each time, she would gaze upwards, seeking the faint sunlight that scarcely managed to filter into the depths.

“When you have reached your eighteenth year,” said her mother when asked, “you will have permission to rise up out of the sea, to sit on the rocks in the moonlight, while the great ships are sailing by; and then you will see both forests and towns.”

In the following year, one of the sisters would be eighteen: but as each was a year younger than the other, the youngest would have to wait six years before her turn came to rise up from the bottom of the ocean, and see the earth as human do. However, each promised to tell the others what she saw on her first visit, and what she thought the most beautiful; for their mother could not tell them enough; there were so many things on which they wanted information. None of them longed so much for her turn to come as the youngest, she who had the longest time to wait, and who was so quiet and thoughtful. Many nights she stood by the open window, looking up through the dark blue water, and watching the fish as they splashed about with their fins and tails. She could see the moon and stars shining faintly; but through the water they looked larger than they do to our eyes. When something like a black cloud passed between her and them, she knew that it was either a whale swimming over her head, or a ship full of human beings, who never imagined that a pretty little mermaid was standing beneath them, holding out her hands towards the keel of their ship.

As soon as the eldest, Coralia, was eighteen, she was allowed to rise to the surface of the ocean. When she came back, she had hundreds of things to talk about; but the most beautiful, Coralia said, was to gaze on a large town nearby, where the lights were twinkling like hundreds of stars; to listen to the sounds of the music, the noise of carriages, and the voices of human beings, and then to hear the merry bells peal out from the church steeples.

In another year the second sister, Cyrena, received permission to rise to the surface of the water, and to swim about where she pleased. She rose just as the sun was setting, and this, she said, was the most beautiful sight of all. The whole sky looked like gold, while violet and rose-colored clouds, which she could not describe, floated over her. She also swam towards the sun; but it sunk into the waves, and the rosy tints faded from the clouds and from the sea.

The third sister, Delfina, was more timid; she remained in the midst of the sea, but she said it was quite as beautiful there as nearer the land. She could see for so many miles around her, and the sky above looked like a bowl of glass. She had seen the ships, but at such a great distance that they looked like seagulls. The dolphins sported in the waves, and the great whales spouted water from their blowholes till it seemed as if a hundred fountains were spraying in every direction.

The fourth sister, Melody, went next. Her birthday occurred in the winter; so when her turn came, she saw what the others had not seen the first time they went up. The sea looked quite green, and large icebergs were floating about, each like a pearl, she said, but larger and loftier than the churches built by men. They were of the most singular shapes, and glittered like diamonds. She had seated herself upon one of the largest, and let the wind play with her long hair, and she remarked that all the ships sailed by rapidly, and steered as far away as they could from the iceberg, as if they were afraid of it. Towards evening, as the sun went down, dark clouds covered the sky, the thunder rolled and the lightning flashed, and the red light glowed on the icebergs as they rocked and tossed on the heaving sea. On all the ships the sails were reefed with fear and trembling, while she sat calmly on the floating iceberg, watching the blue lightning, as it darted its forked flashes into the sea.

The birthday of the fifth sister, Lorelei, followed; she was the boldest of them all, and she swam up a broad river that emptied itself into the sea. On the banks she saw green hills covered with beautiful vines; palaces and castles peeped out from amid the proud trees of the forest; she heard the birds singing, and the rays of the sun were so powerful that she was obliged often to dive down under the water to cool her burning face. In a narrow creek she found a whole troop of little human children, quite naked, and sporting about in the water; she wanted to play with them, but they fled in a great fright; and then a little black animal came to the water; it was a dog, but she did not know that, for she had never before seen one. This animal barked at her so terribly that she became frightened, and rushed back to the open sea. But she said she should never forget the beautiful forest, the green hills, and the pretty little children who could swim in the water, although they had no fish’s tails. (better image version here)

The sixth sister, Nerida, took an obligatory peek above the surface of the water, and grabbed onto some loose rigging hanging off a ship. She did not come back for several weeks, taking a long vacation to the Equator (Her parents said it was okay). She hadn’t felt like swimming, and she was allergic to seahorses, so it was the perfect way to get around. Nerida occasionally went to the surface to watch the dawns (“Much prettier than your sunsets, dear Cyrena!” she later teased.) but mostly stayed underwater, partying day and night with her new friends in the warmer seas. She caught a boat on the way back, immediately being met by Ondine, eager to find out more about land, boats, and most importantly, humans.

And as she waited for the day when she too would be allowed to reach the surface of the sea and meet the unknown world, Ondine spent her time in her wonderful sea garden. The seahorses kept her company, and sometimes a dolphin would come and play. Only the unfriendly starfish never replied when she called. At last, her long-desired birthday arrived. The night before, Ondine could not sleep a wink, until at last day came, and she accidentally fell asleep as morning commenced. In the afternoon, when she finally woke up, her mother called her and, stroking her long hair, slipped a lovely golden bracelet with her mother’s name on it.

“There, now you can go to the surface. My mother gave me this on my eighteenth birthday, and so I will give it to you, and I hope you will give it to yours. You’ll breathe air and see the sky. But remember! It’s not our world! We can only watch it and admire! We’re children of the sea and have no soul, as humans do. Be careful and keep away from them; they can only bring bad luck!” In a second, Ondine had kissed her father and was darting towards the surface of the sea. She swam so fast with flicks of her slender tail, that even the fish could not keep up with her.

Suddenly she popped out of the water. How wonderful! For the first time, she saw the great blue sky, in which as dusk began to fall, the first stars were peeping out and twinkling. The sun, already over the horizon, trailed a golden reflection that gently faded on the heaving waves. High overhead, gulls spotted the little mermaid and greeted her arrival with shrieks of pleasure.

“It’s so lovely!” she exclaimed happily. But another nice surprise was in store for her: a ship was slowly sailing towards the rock on which Ondine was sitting. The sailors dropped anchor and the ship swayed gently in the calm sea. Ondine watched the men go about their work a board, lighting the lanterns for the night. She could clearly hear their voices. They were speaking a language from far away, which she anyway understood because merpeople can speak all tongues.

After thinking about how far those sailors must have come from their homeland, for she was near the coast of Denmark, she said out loud, “I’d love to speak to them!” she said to herself. But then she gazed sadly at her tail, her equivalent of legs, and said to herself: “I can never be like them!”

Aboard ship, a strange excitement seemed to seize the crew, and a little later, the sky became a spray of many coloured lights and the crackle of fireworks filled the sky.

“Long live the captain! Hurray for his 18th birthday. Hurray! Hurray . . . many happy returns!”

Astonished at all this, the little mermaid caught sight of the young man in whose honour the display was being held. Tall and dignified, he was smiling happily, and Ondine could not take her eyes off him. She followed his every movement, fascinated by all that was happening.

The party went on, but the sea grew more agitated. Ondine anxiously realized that the men were now in danger: an icy wind was sweeping the waves, the ink black sky was torn by flashes of lightning, then a terrible storm broke suddenly over the helpless ship. In vain Ondine screamed: “Look out! Beware of the sea . . .” But the howling wind carried her words away, and the rising waves swept over the ship. Amidst the sailors’ shouts, masts and sails toppled onto the deck, and with a sinister splintering sound, the ship sank.

By the light of one of the oil lamps Ondine had seen the young captain fall into the water, and she swam to his rescue. But she could not find him in the high waves and, tired out, was about to give up, when suddenly, there he was on the crest of a nearby wave. In an instant, he was swept straight into the mermaid’s arms.

The young man was unconscious and the mermaid held his head above water in the stormy sea, in an effort to save his life. She clung to him for hours trying to fight the tiredness that was overtaking her. The currents swept them far south and then Northeast, taking them past much land at a rapid pace.

Then, as suddenly as it had sprung up, the storm died away. ln a grey dawn over a still angry sea, Ondine realized thankfully that land lay ahead. Aided by the motion of the waves, she pushed the captain’s body onto the shore, beyond the water’s edge. Unable herself to walk, the mermaid sat wringing her hands, her tail lapped by the rippling water, trying to warm the

young captain with her own body. Then the sound of approaching voices startled Ondine and she slipped back into deeper water.

“Come quickly! Quickly!” came a woman’s voice in alarm. “There’s a man here! Look, I think he’s unconscious!” The captain was now in good hands.

“Let’s take him up to the castle!”

“No, no! Better get help . . .” And the first thing the young man saw when he opened his eyes again was the beautiful face of the youngest of a group of three ladies. “Thank you . . . for saving my life . . .” he murmured to the lovely unknown lady.

From the sea Ondine watched the man she had snatched from the waves turn towards the castle, without knowing that a mermaid had saved his life. Slowly swimming out to sea, Ondine felt that there on the beach she had left behind something she could never bring herself to forget.

How wonderful those tremendous hours in the storm had been, as she had battled with the elements. And as she swam for many days towards her father’s palace, her sisters came to meet her, anxious to know what had kept her so long on the surface.

Ondine started to tell her story, but suddenly a lump came to her throat and, bursting into tears, she fled to her room. She stayed there for days, refusing to see anyone or to touch food. She knew that her love for the young captain was without hope, for she was a mermaid and could never marry a human. Only the Witch of the Deeps could help her. But what price would she have to pay? Ondine decided to ask the her.

“Aha! So you want to get rid of your fishy tail, do you? I expect you’d like to have a pair of woman’s legs, isn’t that so?” said the nasty Witch scornfully, from her cave’s entrance. “Be warned!” she went on. “You will suffer horribly, as though knives were being stabbed into your feet with every step you take!”

“It doesn’t matter!” declared Ondine, with tears in her eyes. “As long as I can go back to him!” Jealousy and infatuation burned hot inside the little mermaid, clouding out her senses. “And that’s not all!” exclaimed the Witch. “In exchange for my spell, you must give me your lovely voice. You’ll never be able to utter a word again! If you want to give up early, just jump into the sea, and you will become a mermaid again, albeit a mute one. And don’t forget! If the man you love marries someone else, you will not be able to turn into a mermaid again. In fact, if you even touch the sea after that, you will dissolve into the water like foam on the wave!”

“Alright!” said Ondine heedlessly, eagerly taking the little jar holding the magic potion. The Witch had told Ondine that the young captain was actually a prince of Singapore, and the mermaid swam many leagues, leaving the shores of Denmark to go to her prince’s nation. She pulled herself onto the beach, then drank the magic potion. An agonizing pain made her faint, and when she came to her senses, she could see the face she loved, smiling down at her. The Witch’s magic had worked the spell, for the prince had felt a strange desire to go down to the beach, just as Ondine was arriving. There he had stumbled on her, and recalling how he too had once been washed up on that same shore, gently laid his cloak over the still body, cast up by the waves.

“Don’t be frightened! My name is Prince Jantung!” he said quickly. “You’re quite safe! Where have you come from?” But Ondine was now mute and could not reply, so the young man softly stroked her cheek.

“I’ll take you to the castle and look after you,” he said. In the days that followed, the mermaid started a new life. She wore splendid dresses and often went out on horseback with the prince. One evening, she was invited to a great ball at Court. However, as the Witch had foretold, every movement and each step she took was torture. Ondine bravely put up with her suffering, glad to be allowed to stay near her beloved prince. And though she could not speak to him, he was fond of her and showered kindness on her, to her great joy. Jantung was even teaching Ondine how to read and write, so they could talk, though the going was very slow. However, the young man’s heart really belonged to the unknown lady he had seen as he lay on the shore, though he had never seen her since, for she had returned at once to her own land.

Even when Jantung was in the company of Ondine, fond of her as he was, the unknown lady was always in his thoughts. And the little mermaid, guessing instinctively that she was not his true love, suffered even more.

She often crept out of the castle at night, to weep by the seashore. Often, her mother and her sisters would come up upon the shore to see her, and they would talk using their hands. Every night, she considered returning to the sea, just letting the waves kiss her toes and take her back in as a mermaid. But then treacherous hope, heedless of sensibilities, would draw her back into the castle. Perhaps his heart would change.

Fate, however, had another surprise in store. From the castle one day, a huge ship was sighted sailing into the harbour. Together with Ondine, the prince went down to meet it. And who stepped from the vessel? The unknown lady who had been in the prince’s heart! When Jantung saw her, he rushed to greet her. Ondine felt a painful feeling pierce her heart: she was about to lose the prince forever.

The unknown lady too had never forgotten the prince she had found on the beach while on a diplomatic mission from her country. Soon after, he asked her to marry him. Since she too was in love, she happily said “Yes!” It was diplomatically advantageous, for she was also a human princess, and was named Luklab.

A few days after the wedding, the happy couple were invited for a voyage on the huge ship, which was still in the harbour. Ondine too went on board, and the ship set sail. Night fell, and sick at heart over the loss of the prince, Ondine went on deck. She remembered the Witch’s prophecy, and was now ready to give up her life and dissolve in the sea.

But before she could jump into the water, she heard a cry from the water and dimly saw her sisters, in the darkness. “Ondine! Ondine! It’s us, your sisters! We’ve heard all about what happened! Look! Do you see this dagger? It’s magic! We found it in the vaults! Take it! Kill the prince and his wife before dawn, and you will become a mermaid again!”

They threw it to her, and Ondine caught it by the handle.

As though in a trance, Ondine clasped the knife and entered the cabin where the prince and his bride lay asleep. But as she gazed at the Jantung and Luklab’s sleeping faces, she simply blew Jantung a furtive kiss, before running back on deck. She knew it was not his fault she was in this situation. When dawn broke, she threw the knife into the sea. Then she shot a parting glance at the world she was leaving behind, and jumped far from the boat into the waves, ready to turn into the foam of the sea from whence she had come, and vanish.

However, a moment before Ondine touched the sea, she was saved by the spirits of the air, who have souls like humans do and who guard the innocents of the world.

Rewarding Ondine for her selflessness and responsibility towards her actions, they took the grief and unhealthy infatuation from her heart and made her one of them. Ondine found she could still visit friends and family and fall in love, while helping all the people in the world, a job she truly enjoyed. So she lived happily ever after, doing exactly that.

Little Mermaid Explanation

I drew all the sisters (who all have names names meaning or referencing ‘mermaids/water spirits’) because I love mermaids, and I had so many ideas on how to draw their tails. If you ever want to watch a cool tv show about mermaids with really pretty tails, you should watch H20. I can almost guarantee you’ll enjoy it. Also, I thought it would be funny if you could literally figure out which sister was which by their hair - Coralia has one hair segment (a ponytail) because she’s the first sister, and when we first see Ondine she has 7, two buns, a pony tail coming off one and the ponytail splitting into four for the the other bun.

The first sister, Coralia, was drawn with her back to the audience because I had drawn a similar mermaid months before and wanted draw it again. I didn’t draw much of the parts of the town that were described in her picture, simply because a lot of it was sound related, and Coralia already looked pretty alien in that whole setting.

The second sister, Cyrena, is also facing away, but not for any other reason than me just wanting for her to face the sunset.

Delfina, the third, is the first one I showed her face. She’s hanging out with a dolphin because Delfina means Dolphin in Spanish. I also decided to give cat-like eyes to the mermaids because there’s less light underwater and it would serve better to process it.

Slight side note: The witch’s spell did give Ondine human eyes, but when she was caught by the spirit of the air they changed back because they’d be useful in that line of work. Melody (the name of Ariel’s daughter in the Little Mermaid 2: Return to the Sea), sister number four, doesn’t have her face shown because the only way I could think of staging that scene with her face showing seemed overly dramatic. She’s the sister comforting Ondine in a later picture.

Lorelei’s picture was kind of hard, because I’ve never drawn a dog in that angle. But I used her face as a base for the rest of the sisters, because I think she looked cool. Nerida’s picture was so long I actually had to add on the tail from another paper. The first picture of Ondine I’m not completely proud of, but I had fun anyway. Her second picture, with Jantung (which, by the way, is Malay for heart, which I think is funny because Ondine was supposed to steal his) is much better in my opinion. I had to look up pictures of lifesaving techniques.

Jantung is dressed and designed to look a lot like this anime character I like, named Hak. He’s from Yona of the Dawn (Akatsuki no Yona), and he’s a fun guy. Jantung isn’t much like him actually; Hak is closer to being the Ondine in this story than being Jantung.

I didn’t really change this story, just smoothed over some explanations over why Ondine couldn’t talk to the Prince and took out a lot of extraneous detail. Trust me, Hans Christian Anderson can go on and on, and that’s something coming from me.

I didn’t draw the Sea Witch because I didn’t think to until I had finished my last planned picture, and I didn’t really want to.

Luklab means mysterious in Thai, which I chose because we don’t ever find out much about her.

Ondine is a reference to a water nymph who got what the little mermaid wanted. The real kicker was that she actually wanted to stay a water nymph, so it’s sort of ironic.

Ondine’s third picture was drawn to sort of mirror Ariel’s famous ‘Part of Your World�� pose, and to also show Jantung being found.

In Ondine’s crying picture, she’s wearing different clothes to show the effort she’s put into trying to be human. It also shows that she was the avoiding the water in hopes that Jantung changes his mind, as she sat just far away enough from the wave to not get hit but close enough that Melody wouldn’t be uncomfortable. Melody is in the picture because I didn’t get to draw her tail for her picture.

In the last picture, Ondine is smiling because no matter how helpless she had felt before, the moment she saw there was another option she was happy.

The Prince is Asian because I felt that with the Little Mermaid’s castle being set near the coast of Denmark, she may have a vague idea of the human writing structures there. However, with a different alphabet and symbols from halfway across the world, there would be no way she’d pick up reading and writing quickly, thus canceling that avenue of non-verbal communication. Heck, she may not even be comfortable with using a writing utensil! And sign language beyond mostly fingerspelling (at least in the Western world) wasn’t really used until the 1800s. So, Ondine wouldn’t be able to communicate her true identity and reason to be with the Prince in such a short amount of time. Not unless he started asking some very specific questions. If only she had a crab to whisper in his ear….

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#the little mermaid #wac #wac repost

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mahayanapilgrim · 2 years ago

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The story of Arahant Yashodhara

Lord Gautama Buddha was born as Prince Siddhartha Gautama in a region of the Indian sub-continent which is supposed to be the present day Lumbini in Nepal. He was born on the full moon day of May in the year 563 BC. His father named Suddhodana was an elected chief of the Säkya clan whose kingdom was around India-Nepal border with its capital named Kapilavatthu. His mother was Queen Mahâmâyá who was the chief consort of King Suddhodana. Following the death of Queen Mahamayã, her sister Maha Prajapati, who was also married to King Suddhodana, was made the chief consort and became the foster mother of the prince. Prince Siddhärtha enjoyed the education and the luxuries that were available to a royal prince at that time. The king made arrangements for the prince to receive all aspects of education and skills that were necessary for a king. Prince Siddhärtha, who was very bright was able to master the education as well as the skills such as martial arts and the use of arms and weapons that were needed to become a king in the future.

Within the Buddhist literature, Princess Yasodharä appears to be known by several names. In addition to Yasodharä which in Sanskrit means "Glory bearer" ("yasas" means glory and "dhara" means bearing), she was also known by other names such as Bimba, Bimbä Devi, Bhaddakaccanã, Râhula Matha and Rähula Theri. She may have been called Bimbä Devi as she is supposed to have had a beautiful golden coloured skin and similarly Bhaddakaccanã means the "Auspicious Golden One". In the Anguttara Nikaya (collection of the Buddha's numerical discourses), she is referred to as Bhaddakaccanã in relation to her foremost position in super normal powers. It has also been speculated that within the palace of King Suddhodana, she may have been called "Râhula Matha" as she was the mother of Prince Ráhula. Princess Yasodhara was born in the Koliya city of Devadaha as the daughter of King Suppabuddha and Queen Pamita. While her father was a chief of the Koliya clan, her mother belonged to the Sakya clan. In fact, Queen Pamita happened to be the sister of King Suddhodana and hence Princess Yasodhara and Prince Siddhärtha were cousins. In their region, the two families were considered as the two highest and wealthiest families and as a result there had been frequent marriages between the two families. Princess Yasodharä's brother was Devadatta who ordained as a Buddhist monk along with a few other Sakyan cousins such as Ananda, Anuruddha, Bhagu and Kimbila. Unfortunately, Venerable Devadatta became an enemy of the Buddha and tried to kill the Buddha on a few occasions. Similarly, King Suppabuddha had also developed a hatred towards the Buddha for having abandoned his daughter to become an ascetic. It is said that on one occasion while under the influence of alcohol, he had blocked the path that the Buddha was walking on the alms round and had died seven days later to be reborn in the hell. It is difficult to find any information about the princess during the period of her growing up until the occasion of her marriage to Prince Siddhartha.

When Prince Siddhartha was sixteen years old, his parents decided to look for a bride for him and as per the custom in a royal household, a celebration was arranged to invite prospective brides to be presented to the prince. Many eligible young ladies from all over the country were presented to the prince but the prince showed no interest in them and sent them away with gifts. However, when the Koliya Princess Yasodharã presented herself, she caught the prince's eye straightaway who took off the pearl neckband he wore around his neck and placed it around her neck to indicate that she was her choice to be his bride. Her father King Suppabuddha initially objected to the marriage for two possible reasons. Firstly, he knew that the wise men had predicted that the prince might one day leave the household life and become an ascetic. Secondly, he thought that the gentle prince has not had any training to be equipped with manly skills such as skills in riding, archery and warfare. However, following a tournament participated by the best sportsmen from all over the country in which the prince excelled in all the competitions that he contested, King Suppabuddha agreed to give his daughter in marriage to the prince. It is stated that when their wedding took place in the city of Kapilavatthu, the citizens participated in celebrations lasting for seven days. It is difficult to find any information about the married life of Princess Yasodharã andPrince Siddhartha. She was of course the chief consort of the prince and it is said that there were many other young ladies too who were presented to the prince by the noble Sakyan families. As a royal couple, they must have continued to enjoy the luxuries of a royal household including the three palaces called Ramya, Suramya and Subha with beautiful gardens that were built by the king for the prince to stay during the hot season, cold season and the rainy season respectively. It is evident from the Buddhist literature that the prince was not allowed by the king to have much dealings with the outside world for fear of witnessing evidence of any human suffering.

When both Prince Siddhärtha and Princess Yasodharã were 29 years old, the princess gave birth to a baby boy. At the time of the baby's birth, Prince Siddhartha was away in a garden contemplating about leaving the household life to become an ascetic to find a way out of human suffering. So, when he heard that a baby son has been born to Princess Yasodharã, he has stated that it was a fetter or an obstacle (Rahu) to his spiritual mission. It is said that when King Suddhodana had heard about Prince Siddhartha's statement about the baby being an obstacle, the baby was named "Rahula"

Following the renunciation of Prince Siddhartha, Princess Yasodhara continued to reside in the palace of King Suddhodana and brought up their son Prince Râhula. It appears that she has continued to take an interest in the developments in relation to the ascetic life of her husband. When she heard that her husband has shaved his head, and was wearing simple yellow robes and has given up using perfumes and garlands, she did likewise. When she heard that he was having only one meal a day and was sleeping on a low, hard bed, she too had only one meal a day and slept on a low, hard bed. When her own family and other relatives offered to maintain her, she refused their offers and when several eligible princes offered to marry her, she rejected their proposals.

Around one year later the Buddha's enlightenment, King Suddhodana heard that his son whom he has not seen for seven years, has become the Buddha and was residing in the Bamboo Grove monastery in Rajagaha. He wished to see his son and sent numerous delegations with an invitation to visit the king in Kapilavatthu. However, nine of the delegations had become Buddhist monks after listening to the Buddha's teaching and had not conveyed the invitations from the king. Finally, the king sent a delegation led by a minister called Kaludayi, who was a childhood friend of Gautama Buddha. He also became an Arahant and ordained as a monk after listening to the Buddha's teaching. But unlike the others, he conveyed the message to the Buddha, and persuaded Him to visit His aged royal father.

When the Buddha visited Kapilavatthu, the members of the Royal family and other Sakya relatives visited the Buddha and listened to dhamma. Next day when Yasodharã looked out through the window, she saw the Buddha walking in the streets of Kapilavatthu. She wanted to show and describe the qualities of the Buddha to Prince Rahula who has never seen his father. While showing the Buddha, his father, to Prince Râhula from the balcony of the palace, Princess Yasodharã uttered the verses contained in the Lion of Men verses. In the collection of the verses, she has described mostly the noble physical characteristics of the Buddha along with the serenity and purity of the Buddha's mental qualities. All the ladies of the palace went to see the Buddha but, Princess Yasodharã remained in her chamber. She thought to herself that if she had any virtues at all, the Buddha will visit her. The Buddha asked the king where she was and when the king said she was in her chambers, the Buddha visited the princess in her chambers. As soon as the Buddha arrived, Princess Yasodharà rushed to the Buddha and fell to the floor. She held the Buddha's ankles, placed her head on the feet and kept crying until the Buddha's feet were wet with her tears. The Buddha had asked others to let her cry as much as she needed to and not stop her. Then King Suddhodana informed the Buddha how virtuous his daughter in law has been, staying loyal to her husband and how she emulated the life style of her husband as an ascetic during the six years of the Buddha's struggle to gain enlightenment. The Buddha acknowledged her virtues and devotion to Him not only in this life but in previous lives too. The Buddha informed her about the great merits that she has accumulated from their former lives together, and that her devotion, purity and support was invaluable to him as a Buddha aspirant (Bodhisatva).

Continued.....

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soracities · 5 years ago

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Hope you don’t mind, but do you happen to know any lines/quotes regarding roses?

“Rose whose soul unfolds white petaledTouch her soul rose-white;Rose whose thoughts unfold gold petaledBlossom in her sight;Rose whose heart unfolds red petaledQuick her slow heart’s stir;Tell her white, gold, red my love is;And for her,– for her.”

— Angelina Weld Grimke, “Rosabel”

“Come; and we will be silent for a while. / Look at this rose on the corner of my desk: / isn’t the light around it just as timid / as the light on you?”

— Rainer Maria Rilke, “Requiem for a Friend”

“Night-dew on your fringe, unravelings of cotton, / the gloss of mother-of-pearl, / iris and Damascene rose… “

— Saadi Youssef, “Old Pictures from Kout Al-Zain“

“At the temple and the mosque the rose petals lay all night perfuming the stunned water.”

— Agha Shahid Ali, “Water”

“I am a new rose.My redness, wild hallucinations,and my thorns, prison cellswith views of the moon.Yesterday someone touched me,but did not pick me.I was tough.I didn’t give him any of my petals.Tomorrow when people pass by,my leaves will remind themof things that never were,and they will leave my dry head barecontemplating the new roseswhich were not here yesterday.”

— Dunya Mikhail, “Tough Rose”

“[I] saw a sunset in Querétaro that seemed to reflect the color of a rose in Bengal...”

— Jorge Luis Borges, “The Aleph”

“Red rose, / Red rose, / Red rose: / He took me to the rose garden, / And in darkness, he threaded / a read rose in my ruffled hair, / And made love with me / On a red rose petal.”

— Forough Farrokhzad, “Red Rose”

“The rose was created by Chloris, the Goddess of flowers. One day she found the lifeless body of a nymph in the woods and turned her into a flower. Chloris called upon Aphrodite who gave the flower beauty and Dionysus who added nectar to give it a sweet fragrance. Zephyrus, God of the West Wind, blew the clouds away so Apollo could shine and make the flower bloom.”

— Bryan Sisson, Peribology: A Budding of Secrets

“You’re lovely, but you’re empty,” he went on. “One couldn’t die for you. Of course, an ordinary passerby would think my rose looked just like you. But my rose, all on her own, is more important than all of you together, since she’s the one I’ve watered. Since she’s the one I put under glass. Since she’s the one I sheltered behind a screen. Since she’s the one for whom I killed the caterpillars (except the one or two for butterflies). Since she’s the one I listened to when she complained, or when she boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing at all. Since she’s my rose.”

— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

“Become like the rose and live silently: / If you have to speak, utter nothing but fragrance.”

— Adonis, “In the Embrace of Another Alphabet”

“But there are roses, there are still roses. In the damp and the cold, on a bush that looks done, there’s a wide-open rose, still.”

Look at the colour of it.”

— Ali Smith, Autumn

“I am blind and know nothing, yet I still seethere are more roads to travel. And every thingis really an infinity of things. You are musicand rivers, palaces, angels, and skies,an endless rose, infinite and intimate.”

— Jorge Luis Borges, “The Endless Rose”

“I, who was trying on the dress in the morning heat, asked for a proof of God. And I smelled the most intense thing, an overwhelmingly intense fragrance of roses.”

— Clarice Lispector, “The Dead Man in the Sea at Urca”

“All night by the rose, rose,All night by the rose I lay;Dared I not the rose steal,And yet I bare the flower away.”

— Anonymous, “All Night By the Rose”

“A great, intoxicated surge of the heavy scent of red roses blew into his face as soon as they left the village, inducing a sensuous vertigo; a blast of rich, faintly corrupt sweetness strong enough almost, to fell him.”

— Angela Carter, “The Lady of the House of Love”

“I know of the story of a rose. Does it seem strange to you that I speak of a rose when I'm concentrating on animals? But it behaved in a way that reminds one of animal mysteries. Every other day I would buy a rose and put it in water in a vase made especially thin to hold the long stem of a single flower. Every other day the rose would wilt and I would replace it with another. Until one particular rose turned up. Rose-colored but without artificial coloring or grafting the most vivid rose color in nature. Its beauty filled the heart. It seemed so proud of the swelling-out of its wide-open corolla and of its petals that it proudly held itself almost erect... it bent gracefully over the thin, fragile stem. An intimate and intense relationship was established between myself and the flower: I admired it and it seemed to feel itself admired....so great was the love with which it was observed that the days went by and still it did not wilt. The corolla remained wide open and swollen out, fresh as a new-born flower. It endured in beauty and in life for an entire week. Only then did it start to show signs of some weariness. Then it died. It was with great reluctance that I exchanged it for another. And I never forgot it...Something [happened] between me and the rose...it and I had been able to live each other profoundly, as only happens between animals and human beings.”

— Clarice Lispector, Água Viva

“Beauty never slumbers; / All is in her name; / But the rose remembers / The dust from which it came.”

— Edna St. Vincent Millay, “Autumn Chant”

“Once in a garden there grew a rose. A wind fell in love with her. They were completely different, he -- light and fair; she -- immobile and heavy as blood. There came a man in wooden clogs and with his thick hands he plucked the rose. The wind leapt after him, but the man slammed the door in his face. -- O that I might turn to stone -- wept the unlucky one -- I was able to go round the whole world, I was able to stay away for years at a time, but I knew she was always there waiting. The wind understood that, in order to really suffer, one has to be faithful.”

— Zbigniew Herbert, “The Wind and the Rose”

“the [world] / is probably made / of roses & hello”

— e.e. cummings, “Post Impressions (VI)”

#here u go bb #if i show you the roses will you follow?#quotes #quote compilation #quotes about x

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tilthedayidice · 3 years ago

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Do you have any recommendations for the following sets of colours? I’m looking for dice for our dnd party.

White and Blue

Purple and White

Purple and Gold

Blue and Yellow

Black and Red

Black and White

And Green and Gold

Thank you for taking the time to do this if you do! I appreciate it and know thats a lot of colour matching.

I'll do three for each so you can get a little variety!!!

White and Blue

Chessex Gemini Astral Blue/White ($9)- Semi Opaque Glittery Blue and Opaque White Marble with Red ink

Die Hard Dice Avalore Isa Magick ($12)- Translucent dice with Stark Blue ink and sqaured off edges

Beholder's Gaze Aqua Psion ($12)- Glittery Light Blue and White Layers with Gold Ink

-Purple and White

Beholder's Gaze Minum ($12)- Light purple and White Glittery Layers and Gold ink

HDDice Berry Cream ($9)- Opaque White and Semi Opaque Warm Purple Marble with Gold ink

Q-Workshop Lavender Classic Elven Dice ($8)- Muted Lavender Pearl with White Elven inspired Font

-Purple and Gold

Chessex Purple Vortex ($8)- Deep Muted Purple Pearl with Gold ink

PolyHero Palace Purple Rogue Dice ($20)- Rogue themed shaped dice, Opaque Purple with Gold ink

CozyGamer Moon and Stars ($15)- "Clear and Blue gold glittering resin with gold moon and stars and metallic gold font"

-Blue and Yellow

Q-Workshop Arcade ($13)- Opaque Blue with Yellow Arcade themed ink

Chessex Gemini Blue/Gold ($10)- Blue and Gold Pealr Marble with White ink

Haxtec Navy Blue/Gold Metal ($19)- Gold metal frame with Navy Blue enamel

-Black and Red

Dice Envy Red Run ($45)- Black Metal with Red glittery enamel layers

Chessex Gemini Black/Red ($10)- Black and Red pearly Marble dice with Gold ink

Q-Workshop Red/Black Dwarven ($17)- Opaque Cherry Red with Black dwarven inspired ink

-Black and White:

Dice Envy D'Lucks ($19)- Opaque Black and White Marble with Gold ink

Q-Workshop The White Wolf ($23)- Opaque White with Black Witcher detailing

Chessex Gemini Black/White ($12)- Opaque Black and White Marble with Pink ink

And Green and Gold

Dice Envy Acid Mist ($19)- Green and Green Blue Translucent Marble with Gold Ink

Q-Workshop Green Dragon Bottle ($14)- Forest Green Pearl dice with Gold Dragon details and ink

Chessex Gemini Green/Gold ($9)- Green and Gold Pearl Marble with White ink

#ask #dice recommendations #dice recommendation

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ginazmemeoir · 4 years ago

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Kashibai-Mastani

I was inspired by @allegoriesinmediasres to right this fic. It’s three pages long, so i would advise you to sit tight.

Kashi stood numb as she watched the projector curtain burn. She felt that Baji had burnt their marriage of 20 years too in a single night.

Mastani drew in a breath as Bajirao drew her closer in the Aaina Mahal in open defiance of his mother Radhabai. The anger on her face was clear, and Mastani felt as if she was committing a crime, when she shouldn’t have to.

It had been a year since the Aaina Mahal incident. Baji first reduced his visits, and then stopped altogether. He spent most of his time with Mastani in the palace he had specially constructed for her. The only time he saw Kashi was when she came back from her mother’s home after delivering her secondborn who was at length christened Raghunathrao (she called him Raghu or Raghoba). Even then he had left immediately to assist Mastani with her birth. Kashi hated a small part of herself for wishing that both mother and child died that day. She did everything to convince herself that she was happy, but the shock of betrayal had left her hollow. The maids and noblewomen were silenced by her sister-in-laws, but Kashi felt the sting of their taunts. She tried to believe she was luckier and happier, for she had the support of her entire kingdom and family, but really she just felt stripped of everything – cast adrift in a cruel sea.

Mastani now knew the true meaning of heaven. Yes she missed her father’s palace very much, but she would even trade the pleasure of a thousand jannats to spend time with Baji. He was teaching Krishna to walk right now (she insisted on calling him Krishna, while Baji called him Bahadur), and she felt she was in a dream – beautiful and fragile, and she feared it would break one day and she would wake up cold and alone.

Kashi didn’t know what to do. She considered her options – Mastani and her son’s death would mean that she had a chance to get back everything she had. But she knew nothing would ever be the same – her husband would be a broken man. No matter how much she wanted, her conscience wouldn’t let her commit such a crime, not today when she was worshipping Ganpati, the lord of auspiciousness and happiness. She went and told Baji during the aarti and they both rushed to rescue her, reaching just in time as she slew the final assassin and collapsed. Kashi hugged Bahadur and checked him for any harm. Then looking at Baji, she left and sent for the doctors.

Mastani felt her dream was cracking. She remembered each cruelty she had experienced at the hands of the Peshwa elite – staying in a brothel, being asked to dance in a private audience, and now almost being killed. She now feared for the life of her son, but one look at Baji, and she knew he would do anything to keep her safe. But just for her sake, she asked her father to send a contingent of her loyal Rajput soldiers from Banda.

It had been six years since things changed between her and Baji. Her wounds were healing, and Kashi was going to invite Mastani today for Gauri Padwa. As she reached Mastani Mahal, she heard both children giggling. The mothers couldn’t be happier that the animosity between them hadn’t affected their children in anyway – Raghoba and Bahadur were practically inseparable. Kashi stood near the threshold for a long time. She took in all of the palace – a marvel truly, it was a fusion of Rajputi, Mughal and Marathi architecture. There were jalis and jharokhas, a space she thought was meant for dua and ibadat and then a shrine dedicated to Krishna. Truly Mastani was wonderful. The palace was bare and elegant, sprawled instead with lush gardens, courtyard and fountains. She spotted an armoury, fit for warriors like her. Mastani was reciting poetry to the children then – it was about a pearl yearning to get out of the clam and embrace the ocean. Her poetry was magical, meanwhile Kashi wrote poems about a frog who ate nothing but laddoos and farted. Finally, the kids were sent away and Kashi entered.

Mastani saw Kashi standing near the threshold. She didn’t invite her, but instead used the poetry as a cover to recollect what she knew about her. They hadn’t met often, but on the rare occasion they had, she had found her to be collected and composed, watching everything silently. Mastani’s father had desperately tried to teach her these court manners, but failed on watching her giggling. The rest, she knew from Bajirao. He described her in astounding detail, like one would describe the full moon. She was innocent, but was a born empress. She navigated the deadly world of politics with ease, disarming opponents with kindness and taunts at the same time. She had established a strong rapport with her in-laws, and being the daughter of the richest banker in Pune, she had a head for numbers. Baji even described her palace while constructing hers - it was an elaborate architecture, covered with statues and intricate carvings. There were not many gardens and the armoury was absent, but there was instead a well equipped kitchen and atelier, with foreign supplies. Everywhere one looked there was light; the entire structure was covered in arches of diyas, lamps and chandeliers. Her room was painted in bright colours, and there was a coveted bronze statue which must have cost a fortune. Kashi was every inch the empress she was. Shooing the children away, she invited her.

Kashi didn’t know what overcame her, but the poison she carried with her for six years came out pouring like a river. She had no sense of what she was speaking, but she knew it was not fit to be spoken by the Peshwain for the Princess of Budelkhand.

Mastani had expected this. She called her mistress and whore, a destroyer of homes; this she heard everyday – what she hadn’t expected was for her to start crying, then apologize and tell her to be strong, and then invite her to the Padwa function she had organized in the main palace.

That day both danced and revelled, ate food, prayed for happiness and shared as women, and unwittingly both had created a place in the other’s heart.

The next week Baji finally visited Kashi’s palace. The place had changed – it was not lit by lamps anymore. Kashi now knew what she was doing; she lashed out at Baji, called him a thousand cruel names. She reminded him of the way he hurt her, and then didn’t even care to come. So she banned him from her palace henceforth. She then wished him a long life and victory in battle, as he headed out to Hyderabad to quell the Nizam.

Mastani gave Bajirao his armour and swords. The right was reserved for the Peshwain, but Bajirao felt a warrior princess was better suited. He felt eerily calm as he shared a cryptic message with her and then rode off to battle.

Baji had fallen sick with fever and there were sores over his body. Palanquins were readied for Kashi and Radhabai in the dead of night along with a regiment of doctors, nurses, maids, cooks and soldiers as they headed to Rawalkhedi, when Kashi halted the procession. She went down from her palanquin, and rushed out, returning with Mastani and her son. Baji needed her. However Radhabai still had her way – Mastani was to come with the soldiers, cooks and maids later on. She arrived two days after Kashi. Bajirao rushed out of the tent to embrace her. That was the first night his week long fever broke.

There was not much to do, and so Kashi and Mastani spent most of the time together. They talked, laughed, ran, played games, and wept. Before long, both the women were fast friends.v

Baji was declared dead. All were shocked beyond measure. Nanasaheb was called from Pune to light fire to his father’s funeral pyre. He was then anointed Peshwa at Rawalkhedi. Kashi and Mastani now knew the real meaning of separation. They felt as if the precarious thread from which their lives were connected had snapped.

Weeks went by even after reaching Pune till Mastani emerged from her palace. As regnant Peshwain, Kashi was immediately swarmed by duties. Both women started moving towards the other, finding solace in the other’s company. It was time for Kashi to shave her head and burn her clothes and jewellery. Mastani convinced her otherwise – she was a human too, and her life without Baji just had as much meaning as with him. Both gave each other courage, and soon friendship blossomed to love.

They embraced each other in a secluded garden like they were the last humans on earth. Kashi wept, for she thought their relation was not meant to be. Mastani was made of stronger metal. She wrote a letter to her father the next day, asking his permission to marry Kashi. It took a week for the letter to arrive with the best of runners. The letter was in her mother’s writing. Both parents had blessed the union, but advised her to move with caution, even telling her to come back to Banda where she would be safe.

Mastani broke the news to Kashi. Kashi couldn’t believe her ears – what she believed was impure and irrational, was indeed love, and Mastani was willing to sacrifice everything for it. Kashi mustered all her courage and contacted her father too. The letter was delivered to her in secret – her father reaffirmed her that all love is pure, and further warned that if the Peshwas further tried to snatch her daughter’s happiness, he would make paupers out of them. Both sets of parents convinced, the only obstacles left were Radhabai and Nanasaheb.

Radhabai had reformed after her son’s death. She had accepted Mastani and her son, and even inculcated mullahs along with pandits to educate the young Peshwa princes. However, it took a lot of diplomacy and some tears to convince her of the union between a Hindu and Muslim widow.

Nana was a tougher nut to crack. He loved his mother, but still hated Mastani with a burning intensity, blaming her for his mother’s sorrows. He had always stayed under his grandmother’s shadow, and thus his young mind had already developed rigid ideas surrounding religion, caste, and women. It took two months for him to accept the union, after realizing the need for his mother to have a partner, and her right to be happy.

The wedding was conducted with full pomp and gaiety. The entirety of Pune, the Maratha nobility, and the relatives of both the brides arrived for this strange ceremony taking place. The ceremony was conducted through both Hindu and Muslim customs to keep religious tensions to a minimum. Both brides were resplendent and happy, and then retired to their quarters.

Their marriage ushered a new peace in the Maratha empire – strengthening unity and for the first time raising questions about women’s and widows’ rights. Mastani had headed with her son to the Battle of Panipat as a diplomat and was instrumental in brokering peace. Kashi played her part as the Peshwain to perfection, handling the increasingly autonomous Maratha chiefs.

They retired after the battle to a palace within the woods. The women lived in peace, and served as an example for history – that love indeed is boundless.

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guzhuangheaven · 4 years ago

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In Ruyi's royal love in the palace, the harem wear beads around their neck along with their court dresses. Is there any significance to that?

These strings of beads are called chaozhu 朝珠 and are a part of formal court dress in the Qing dynasty. The construction closely resembles the japamala prayer beads used in Buddhism, from which they originate from being religious objects to court accessories.

Emperor Kangxi in chaofu and chaozhu

Chaozhu are worn by literary officials from the fifth rank and up, military officials from the fourth rank and up, palace guards and officials serving in the capital, as well as their wives, when wearing court attire. The materials making up the beads denote the rank and position of the person wearing it.

The main string consists of 108 beads, representing 12 months, 24 periods, and 72 pentads in a year. 108 is also a significant number in Buddhism, representing the 108 earthly temptations that a person must overcome to achieve nirvana.

Every 27 beads is intersected by a fotou bead about twice the size of other beads, in a contrasting colour. The fotou divides the chaozhu into four, signifying the four seasons in a year.

The fotou at the top of the chaozhu is attached to a hulu gourd shaped bead called fotouta. The two ends of the string of beads enter the top fotou and come together in the middle through the fotouta. From the fotouta hangs a silk strip at the end is a water-droplet-shaped precious stone called dazhuijiao. In the middle of the silk strip is also a large gemstome called beiyun.

Close up of beiyun - one of Yongzheng’s chaozhu

On either side of the chaozhu are three smaller strings of beads, each consisting of 10 beads, called jinian. These are used to differentiate between chaozhu and japamala. They also represent 30 days in a month. For men’s chaozhu, the side with the two strings of jinian will be on the left. For women, the side with two jinian will be on the right.

The beiyun will be behind the wearer’s back as above.

Close up of Ruyi’s chaofu, with dongzhu central chaozhu and two coral side chaozhu. Note two jinian (green, probably jade) on the right side.

Yanwan wearing jifu and one chaozhu

When wearing court dress (chaofu), women will wear three sets of chaozhu: one in the middle and two draped across their sides. For the empress, the central chaozhu are made of Eastern pearls (dongzhu, fresh water pearl) and the side ones are made of coral. Imperial noble consorts, noble consorts and consorts’s central chaozhu will usually be made of amber and the sides made of red coral.

Hailan wearing chaofu and amber and coral chaozhu

Imperial women rank of imperial concubine (pin) and below, wives of princes of various ranks, princesses of various ranks wear the central chaozhu made of coral and the sides made of amber.

Amber chaozhu

Officials’ wives wear chaozhu made of materials such as amber, coral, turquois etc, without prescription. When wearing formal dress (jifu, not court dress), women only need to wear the one middle chaozhu made of any materials. However, yellow-coloured chaozhu and dongzhu pearls are reserved for the emperor, empress dowager and empress.

Men will wear one set of chaozhu regardless of dress.

Emperors will conduct sacrifice at a different temple each season. During the winter solstice (dongzhi), sacrifice is made at the Temple of Heaven, and the emperor wears blue-coloured chaofu and chaozhu made of lapis lazuli.

During the summer solstice (xiazhi), sacrifice takes place at the Temple of Earth, the emperor wears yellow (minghuang) with amber chaozhu.

During spring equinox (chunfen), sacrifice is made at the Temple of the Sun, and the emperor wears red with red coral chaozhu.

During autumn equinox (qiufen), sacrifice is made at the Temple of the Moon, and the emperor wears light blue (yuebaise) with turquoise chaozhu.

For everyday use, the chaozhu is usually made of dongzhu or any other materials.

Special dongzhu and coral chaozhu where each bead is made up of tiny smaller beads.

The beaded yajin are also based on these prayer beads and prayer bead yajin can only be worn by ranks of consort (fei) and up.

More notes on Qing dynasty costumes

#legend of ruyi #如懿传 #qing dynasty #reference #history #notes on qing dynasty costumes #chaozhu #chaofu #calmandpeacefulmyfoot #ask #wow sorry this respons took literally forever #it was the annotated diagram that we were procrastinating on honestly #ruyi costumes #clothing hair make up

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toyouhellohowareyou · 4 months ago

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Serbii, darling, hit me up with #9 why don't you? ASK GAME: 9. Are you a pantser, a plotter, or something in between? What does that process look like for you?

love you, - Stars

If I had to be one or the other it'd be Plotter, but really it's in between. I want to have the main plot points but I don't need all the details or scenes from the start.

Usually it starts with one idea things get built around. I tend to have an ending before I have a middle. I write scene-by-scene not in order so the clearer bits are in place first.

The plot growth for Moon Pearls approximately looked like: (Spoilers)

Slingshot moon pearls lol The gang meet baby Legend Hey chat, what animals would they be? Start when they enter dark world, end when the leave it Whoops, Palace of the Four Sword exists The gang does the palace? [Started writing around this point] Legend does the palace THIEVERY He takes Four too Okay, Four is definitely the main secondary character in this We're probably going to end in the next world rather than when leaving this one. Maybe Wild's. Oh hey, there's a Face Stealer in the palace The Vio shadow is possessed It's gonna leaves the palace Okay, we're going to need the Colours to have a scene Blind is Shadow Link is the one to kill the shadow HOW?? Okay, using one of Legend's items and the Master Sword You know what'd be funny? Dumping them in Four's world and ambiguously implying it's his turn

Love you Stars ✨💙

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thehierophage · 4 years ago

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Holy Day Meditation for 4-5-21 e.v.

April 5, 2021 æ.v. Dies Lunæ,

☉︎ 16° ♈︎ : ☽︎ 6° ♒︎ : ☽︎ : Ⅴⅴⅰⅰ

Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.

The Day of Vav, the Day of the Hermit

Hebrew Letter: Vav

Numerical Value as Letter: 6

Numerical Value as Word: 12/13/22 (Vav+Vav or Vav+Aleph+Vav or Vav+Yod+Vav)

Meaning: A holdfast, Nail, Hook.

Thoth Card: The Hierophant (Atu V)

Alternate Title: The Magus of the Eternal.

Image:

Correspondences:

Tree of Life Path Association: Key 16 - Chesed to Chokmah (from Sephira 4-2)

Astrological Sign: Taurus

Element: Earth

Egyptian Godforms: Asar/Osiris, Ameshet, Apis

Geomantic Figure: Amissio

Gemstones: Topaz, Sapphire, Garnet, Cornelian

Perfumes: Costus, Storax

Plants: Mallow, Myrtle

Animals: Ox, Rhinoceros, Bull

Colors:

King Scale – Red orange

Queen Scale – Deep indigo

Prince Scale – Deep warm olive

Princess Scale – Rich brown

The Secret Instruction of the Master:

Offer thyself Virgin to the Knowledge and Conversation of thine Holy Guardian Angel! All else is a snare. Be thou athlete with the eight limbs of Yoga; for without these thou are not disciplined for any fight.

Mnemonic:

Wisdom to each apportioned to his want By modes of Light, shed forth, great Hierophant!

Recommended Text for Meditation:

Liber Cordis Cincti Serpente Sub Figura LXV, cap. 5

Liber Cordis Cincti Serpente

A.˙.A.˙. Publication in Class A. Imprimatur: N. Fra A.˙. A.˙.

1. Ah! my Lord Adonai, that dalliest with the Magister in the Treasure-House of Pearls, let me listen to the echo of your kisses.

2. Is not the starry heaven shaken as a leaf at the tremulous rapture of your love? Am not I the flying spark of light whirled away by the great wind of your perfection?

3. Yea, cried the Holy One, and from Thy spark will I the Lord kindle a great light; I will burn through the great city in the old and desolate land; I will cleanse it from its great impurity.

4. And thou, O prophet, shalt see these things, and thou shalt heed them not.

5. Now is the Pillar established in the Void; now is Asi fulfilled of Asar; now is Hoor let down into the Animal Soul of Things like a fiery star that falleth upon the darkness of the earth.

6. Through the midnight thou art dropt, O my child, my conqueror, my sword-girt captain, O Hoor! and they shall find thee as a black gnarl'd glittering stone, and they shall worship thee.

7. My prophet shall prophesy concerning thee; around thee the maidens shall dance, and bright babes be born unto them. Thou shalt inspire the proud ones with infinite pride, and the humble ones with an ecstasy of abasement; all this shall transcend the Known and the Unknown with somewhat that hath no name. For it is as the abyss of the Arcanum that is opened in the secret Place of Silence.

8. Thou hast come hither, O my prophet, through grave paths. Thou hast eaten of the dung of the Abominable Ones; thou hast prostrated thyself before the Goat and the Crocodile; the evil men have made thee a plaything; thou hast wandered as a painted harlot, ravishing with sweet scent and Chinese colouring, in the streets; thou hast darkened thine eyepits with Kohl; thou hast tinted thy lips with vermilion; thou hast plastered thy cheeks with ivory enamels. Thou hast played the wanton in every gate and by-way of the great city. The men of the city have lusted after thee to abuse thee and to beat thee. They have mouthed the golden spangles of fine dust wherewith thou didst bedeck thine hair; they have scourged the painted flesh of thee with their whips; thou hast suffered unspeakable things.

9. But I have burnt within thee as a pure flame without oil. In the midnight I was brighter than the moon; in the daytime I exceeded utterly the sun; in the byways of of thy being I inflamed, and dispelled the illusion.

10. Therefore thou art wholly pure before Me; therefore thou art My virgin unto eternity.

11. Therefore I love thee with surpassing love; therefore they that despise thee shall adore thee.

12. Thou shalt be lovely and pitiful toward them; thou shalt heal them of the unutterable evil.

13. They shall change in their destruction, even as two dark stars that crash together in the abyss, and blaze up in an infinite burning.

14. All this while did Adonai pierce my being with his sword that hath four blades; the blade of the thunderbolt, the blade of the Pylon, the blade of the serpent, the blade of the Phallus.

15. Also he taught me the holy unutterable word Ararita, so that I melted the sixfold gold into a single invisible point, whereof naught may be spoken.

16. For the Magistry of this Opus is a secret magistry; and the sign of the master thereof is a certain ring of lapis-lazuli with the name of my master, who am I, and the Eye in the Midst thereof.

17. Also He spake and said: This is a secret sign, and thou shalt not disclose it unto the profane, nor unto the neophyte, nor unto the zelator, nor unto the practicus, nor unto the philosophus, nor unto the lesser adept, nor unto the greater adept.

18. But unto the exempt adept thou shalt disclose thyself if thou have need of him for the lesser oÿerations of thine art.

19. Accept the worship of the foolish people, whom thou hatest. The Fire is not defiled by the altars of the Ghebers, nor is the Moon contaminated by the incense of them that adore the Queen of Night.

20. Thou shalt dwell among the people as a precious diamond among cloudy diamonds, and crystals, and pieces of glass. Only the eye of the just merchant shall behold thee, and plunging in his hand shall single thee out and glorify thee before men.

21. But thou shalt heed none of this. Thou shalt be ever the heart, and I the serpent will coil close about thee. My coil shall never relax throughout the æons. Neither change nor sorrow nor unsubstantiality shall have thee; for thou art passed beyond all these.

22. Even as the diamond shall glow red for the rose, and green for the rose-leaf; so shalt thou abide apart from the Impressions.

23. I am thou, and the Pillar is 'stablished in the void.

24. Also thou art beyond the stabilities of Being and of Consciousness and of Bliss; for I am thou, and the Pillar is 'stablished in the void.

25. Also thou shalt discourse of these things unto the man that writeth them, and he shall partake of them as a sacrament; for I who am thou am he, and the Pillar is 'stablished in the void.

26. From the Crown to the Abyss, so goeth it single and erect. Also the limitless sphere shall glow with the brilliance thereof.

27. Thou shalt rejoice in the pools of adorable water; thou shalt bedeck thy damsels with pearls of fecundity; thou shalt light flame like licking tongues of liquor of the Gods between the pools.

28. Also thou shalt convert the all-sweeping air into the winds of pale water, thou shalt transmute the earth into a blue abyss of wine.

29. Ruddy are the gleams of ruby and gold that sparkle therein; one drop shall intoxicate the Lord of the Gods my servant.

30. Also Adonai spake unto V.V.V.V.V. saying: O my little one, my tender one, my little amorous one, my gazelle, my beautiful, my boy, let us fill up the pillar of the Infinite with an infinite kiss!

31. So that the stable was shaken and the unstable became still.

32. They that beheld it cried with a formidable affright: The end of things is come upon us.

33. And it was even so.

34. Also I was in the spirit vision and beheld a parricidal pomp of atheists, coupled by two and by two in the supernal ecstasy of the stars. They did laugh and rejoice exceedingly, being clad in purple robes and drunken with purple wine, and their whole soul was one purple flower-flame of holiness.

35. They beheld not God; they beheld not the Image of God; therefore were they arisen to the Palace of the Splendour Ineffable. A sharp sword smote out before them, and the worm Hope writhed in its death-agony under their feet.

36. Even as their rapture shore asunder the visible Hope, so also the Fear Invisible fled away and was no more.

37. O ye that are beyond Aormuzdi and Ahrimanes! blessèd are ye unto the ages.

38. They shaped Doubt as a sickle, and reaped the flowers of Faith for their garlands.

39. They shaped Ecstasy as a spear, and pierced the ancient dragon that sat upon the stagnant water.

40. Then the fresh springs were unloosed, that the folk athirst might be at ease.

41. And again I was caught up into the presence of my Lord Adonai, and the knowledge and Conversation of the Holy One, the Angel that Guardeth me.

42. O Holy Exalted One, O Self beyond self. O Self-Luminous Image of the Unimaginable Naught, O my darling, my beautiful, come Thou forth and follow me.

43. Adonai, divine Adonai, let Adonai initiate refulgent dalliance! Thus I concealed the name of Her name that inspireth my rapture, the scent of whose body bewildereth the soul, the light of whose soul abaseth this body unto the beasts.

44. I have sucked out the blood with my lips; I have drained Her beauty of its sustenance; I have abased Her before me, I have mastered Her, I have possessed Her, and Her life is within me. In Her blood I inscribe the secret riddles of the Sphinx of the Gods, that none shall understand, -- save only the pure and voluptuous, obscene, the androgyne and the gynander that have passed beyond the bars of the prison that the old Slime of Khem set up in the Gates of Amennti.

45. O my adorable, my delicious one, all night will I pour out the libation on Thine altars; all night will I burn the sacrifice of blood; all night will I swing the thurible of my delight before Thee, and the fervour of the orisons shall intoxicate Thy nostrils.

46. O Thou who camest from the land of the Elephant, girt about with the tiger's pell, and garlanded with the lotus of the spirit, do Thou inebriate my life with Thy madness, that She leap at my passing.

47. Bid Thy maidens who follow Thee bestrew us a bed of flowers immortal, that we may take our pleasure thereupon. Bid Thy satyrs heap thorns among the flowers, that we may take our pain thereupon. Let the pleasure and pain be mingled in one supreme offering unto the Lord Adonai!

48. Also I heard the voice of Adonai the Lord the desirable one concerning that which is beyond.

49. Let not the dwellers in Thebai and the temples thereof prate ever of the Pillars of Hercules and the Ocean of the West. Is not the Nile a beautiful water?

50. Let not the priest of Isis uncover the nakedness of Nuit, for every step is a death and a birth. The priest of Isis lifted the veil of Isis, and was slain by the kisses of her mouth. Then was he the priest of Nuit, and drank of the milk of the stars.

51. Let not the failure and the pain turn aside the worshippers. The foundations of the pyramid were hewn in the living rock ere sunset; did the king weep at dawn that the crown of the pyramid was yet unquarried in the distant land?

52. There was also an humming-bird that spake unto the horned cerastes, and prayed him for poison. And the great snake of Khem the Holy One, the royal Uræus serpent, answered him and said:

53. I sailed over the sky of Nu in the car called Millions-of-Years, and I saw not any creature upon Seb that was equal to me. The venom of my fang is the inheritance of my father, and of my father's father; and how shall I give it unto thee? Live thou and thy children as I and my fathers have lived, even unto an hundred millions of generations, and it may be that the mercy of the Mighty Ones may bestow upon thy children a drop of the poison of eld.

54. Then the humming-bird was afflicted in his spirit, and he flew unto the flowers, and it was as if naught had been spoken between them. Yet in a little while a serpent struck him that he died.

55. But an Ibis that meditated upon the bank of Nile the beautiful god listened and heard. And he laid aside his Ibis ways, and became as a serpent, saying Peradventure in an hundred millions of millions of generations of my children, they shall attain to a drop of the poison of the fang of the Exalted One.

56. And behold! ere the moon waxed thrice he became an Uræus serpent, and the poison of the fang was established in him and his seed even for ever and for ever.

57. O thou Serpent Apep, my Lord Adonai, it is a speck of minutest time, this travelling through eternity, and in Thy sight the landmarks are of fair white marble untouched by the tool of the graver. Therefore Thou art mine, even now and for ever and for everlasting. Amen.

58. Moreover, I heard the voice of Adonai: Seal up the book of the Heart and the Serpent; in the number five and sixty seal thou the holy book.

As fine gold that is beaten into a diadem for the fair queen of Pharaoh, as great stones that are cemented together into the Pyramid of the ceremony of the Death of Asar, so do thou bind together the words and the deeds, so that in all is one Thought of Me thy delight Adonai.

59. And I answered and said: It is done even according unto Thy word. And it was done. And they that read the book and debated thereon passed into the desolate land of Barren Words. And they that sealed up the book into their blood were the chosen of Adonai, and the Thought of Adonai was a Word and a Deed; and they abode in the Land that the far-off travellers call Naught.

60. O land beyond honey and spice and all perfection! I will dwell therein with my Lord for ever.

61. And the Lord Adonai delighteth in me, and I bear the Cup of His gladness unto the weary ones of the old grey land.

62. They that drink thereof are smitten of disease; the abomination hath hold upon them, and their torment is like the thick black smoke of the evil abode.

63. But the chosen ones drank thereof, and became even as my Lord, my beautiful, my desirable one. There is no wine like unto this wine.

64. They are gathered together into a glowing heart, as Ra that gathereth his clouds about Him at eventide into a molten sea of Joy; and the snake that is the crown of Ra bindeth them about with the golden girdle of the death-kisses.

65. So also is the end of the book, and the Lord Adonai is about it on all sides like a Thunderbolt, and a Pylon, and a Snake, and a Phallus, and in the midst thereof he is like the Woman that jetteth out the milk of the stars from her paps; yea, the milk of the stars from her paps.

Love is the law, love under will.

#Thelema #thelemic holy season #Tarot

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cosmichorrorboi · 5 years ago

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Dream Journal #4

There was a palace of gold

With spiralling marble towers

There were gemstone terraces

And trees wrought in copper and brass

A realm of riches and fortune untold

Aloft on a cloud of sands, swirling

Like the wispy beards of ancient scholars

Under the harsh kiss of an equatorial sun

A solitary figure climbed the marble towers

A naked man with skin black as night

The smallest of pearls sewn all over his skin

A morbid tapestry of constellations

Made of skin and pearls and silver wire

Atop the marble tower lay an astrolabe

Made of metals undiscovered

And crystals gleaming with colours

Unseen by mortal eyes

Their matrix structures foreign

Maddening

And from that tall tower, the man gazed out to see

A pillar of rock and sandstone grow

From the sea of shifting sands

As if the world were a turtle egg

And something was about to hatch

The man from the palace of gold

Raced to that pillar of sand and rock

Adorned in kingly attire

On a chariot pulled by opal skinned Pegasi

And on top of the world

He could make out great bands that stretched across the sky,

He could see the shadows from the light of seven moons

And as the second sun

Dipped below the sands

Great tendrils of ethereal matter

Probed into this world

They split the sky asunder

And he saw their ancient Eyes

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claiirvoyantjedi · 4 years ago

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｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ || Headcanons :: Eileria || ｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

I thought I’d share my headcanons on Kyrra’s homeworld, Eileria. I’m not done, and some of the details definitely needs work. But this is primarily for myself to refer to when I use Kyrra’s Lady of Eileria verse and I think I already have way more details than I’ll ever need.

Enjoy!

Asterological information

· Region Mid rim

· Sector Nicandra sector

· System Eileria System

· Moon(s) Geon II Yeliv

· Trade routes The Couter route The Celanon spur

· Rotation period 26 standard hours

· Orbital period 324 days

Physical information

· Class Terrestrial

· Atmosphere Breathable

· Climate Hot and dry

· Primary terrain Cities Plains Mountains and hills Oceans Forests

· Points of interest Oquion Sanctuary

Ruroluna bay The great Eilerian sea Lake lands Mos Miara Palace Vulcano fields of Nagrea

Societal information

· Primary language(s) Basic Twi’lek

· Immigrated species The foregone (Extinct) Humans Twi’lek

· Government Aristocracy

· Demonym Eilerian

· Major cities Mos Miara (Capital) Jiamel Filhnaes Su’inia Viphaistia

· Major imports Electronics Technology Ore

· Major exports Silk Art Organic chemicals Wine Foodstuffs Perfumes

· Affiliation The galactic republic The Confederacy of Independent systems

· Most of Eilerias major cities are located at the coasts, but the capital of Mos Miara is located on the inland

· Eileria’s seas are farmed for the Cetu, a seaweed used in pharmaceuticals. When treated correctly it contains a chemical that provides very potent pain relief. Its production and processing is regulated for trade reasons as well as the danger of disturbing the aquatic life that also thrive on the weed or farming it to extinction.

· A peaceful people who take great pride in hospitality and generosity. One of the great offences one can commit on the planet surface is to disrespect the rules of hospitality by disrespecting your host and their home or mistreating your guest.

· Eileria is home to a fairly large population of Twi’leks, having welcomed them as refugees many years ago. Many chose to stay and became part of the community. The current ruler of the principality of Bylene, L’idara Deulara, is a Twi’lek.

· About two thousand years prior to the Clone Wars, Eileria was deep in bloody civil wars. The noble families fought each other for power and control over the system. Over time and through many treaties the large battles turned into quiet assassinations and from that to sabotage and espionage, to finally settling on the peaceful and cooperative system currently in order. Everyone agreed on never letting the bloody shadow of their past return, nurturing peaceful ideals, philosophies and diplomacy.

· Even though the bloody and violent days are far behind them, teaching the youths of noble families self-defence is a tradition that have not really faded with time. For younger generations of the noble class to get together in friendly spars, showing off their skills, is common.

· Aside from nobility being unable to keep rom killing each other, the past systems also brought on regular revolts from the people they ruled. Even now the council ruling Eileria is exceedingly mindful of the will of the people, because they can and will fight them if they are unhappy, and they are educated enough to know it.

· Eileria was once populated by a race now only known as The Foregone. A humanoid race that was eradicated about a million years before the rise of the old republic when a great catastrophe caused earthquakes and tsunamis to destroy their civilization. Traces of them are still found in the shape of ancient buildings, on the ocean floor and dotting the landscape of the inland.

· On Eileria the age of responsibility is 17. At this point the individual is considered an adult and is legally responsible for their own actions and affairs. Before that they are the responsibility of a parent or legal guardian.

· Eileria foster a people who value peace, philosophy, artistic expression and education. The ruling body were composed of families who represented and contributed to the spread of these values among the masses the most.

· Eileria is split into 5 principalities, each ruled by a duke or duchess. These nobles make up the ruling council who, along with a group of elected officials and local representatives, get together to discuss issues or make any decisions that affect the people as a whole, including but not limited to such issues as laws, taxation or handling of growing conflicts. The current rulers are Aarek Lira of Piatz, Shesea Pabrivi of Nagrea, L’idara Deulara of Bylene, Filo Ulesse of Criyne and Lis Ahidaris of Eideyria. The title is passed down to the current occupant’s eldest child when they die, retire or for any other reason is incapable or unwilling to maintain the position. This is assuming they are of the proper age. Though seventeen is the age when one is legally considered an adult, you need to be at least fifteen to sit on the council. A seat can remain empty for up to a maximum of three years before a new duke or duchess will be elected to take the place. If there is no one to inherit the title the council will elect a new duke or duchess to take the place. There has been no need to elect a new member for over a hundred years.

· Although the five nobles rule together, every five years a chairperson is elected from among them. Whoever is elected serves as the face of Eileria and the council on official matters, but they have very little authority to do anything without first addressing the issue with the council. However, they serve symbolic importance and well-liked chairmen can have a lot of influence over the people. At the start of the Clone Wars Shesea Pabrivi of Nagrea was the chairwoman, replaced shortly thereafter by Aarek Lira of Piatz who then held the seat throughout the war.

· The current Eierian representative in the Confederacy of Independent systems is Senator Peri Lira.

· The Eilerian winters are relatively short and mild; usually marked by an upswing in colder winds, shorter days and rain. Snow is a rare occurrence for the coastal cities but the regions around the mountains can on a more regular occasion wake up to snow that has blown down from the mountain ridges. On occasion harsher winters will swoop in, covering even the coasts in snow. It’s not too common however.

· The traditional greeting on Artorias is to place the right hand placed flat over the heart and then brought down to the side, palm facing out towards the person you greet. In formal situations this also accompanied by a bow. The bow is done in two different ways, depending on who you are addressing. To someone who is older or of higher status than you the bow is done by carefully shifting the left leg back a little and gently bending the knees. If you are greeting someone younger or the same age as yourself, of lower or similar social rank, you simply do a gentle lean forward at the waist. All while doing the proper movement of the right hand.

· The people of Eileria don garments that are comfortable for the hot, dry climate.

· A past tradition for colors was that which set strict codes for what colours and hues you were allowed to wear depended on your age. White and near white shades for the very youngest and adolescents who are then gradually introduced to more colours and deeper, darker and more vibrant shades as they grew older. Black was a colour reserved only for the very oldest of the community, only seen on citizens over the age of seventy. This tradition barely holds on, usually only applied for formal events or ceremonies. However, due to the hot climate and often blazing sun, light colours are favoured as everyday wear.

· During the warm months most wear clothes sewn from fabrics such as silk, Illiaweave and Ceouruwool , made from Ellaria’s natural resources. Other fabrics such as synthetic materials are primarily imported and are used, but not quite as common. The Eilerians take a sense of pride in what they create themselves.

· Illiaweave is a lightweight, breathable material that protects the skin from the sun and wicks away moisture really well, keeping the body cool without adding bulk and weight. It is made from the Illiagrass, a waist high plant that grows pretty much all over the planet naturally, but is also grown more controlled by farmers. It’s a strong and durable material, and is suitable for anyone from the noble classes to the working farmers due to its accessibility and the way it can easily be woven thicker for further durability, or so thinly and fine that it’s almost transparent and very delicate. Illiaweave is the most commonly used fabric overall on Eileria.

· Ceouruwool is a type of fabric made from the fleece of the Ceouru, a horned medium sized mammal who graze the pains and hills of Eileria. The fleece when cleaned, spun and woven creates a dense, warm cloth that repels water and wind very well. Much clothing used for the wet and windy winters of Eileria are made from this material.

· Jewellery is a common type of accessory. Earrings, bracelets, arm rings and anklets as well as various types of circlets, diadems and headdresses are popular among all classes and sexes. The intricacy of the craftsmanship and value of the materials is what sets them apart. Ribbons woven in spirals or nature inspired patterns and then braided into the hair is a much simpler alternative to an intricate gold chain set with precious stones.

· Most Eilerians own at least one brooch. It is a very iconic type of accessory for Eilerians, often given as gifts when a child is very young and over the years receives or collects chains, beads, stones or charms to attach to it. It is fairly rare to see an Eilerian wearing necklaces, but in contrast it is very common to see them with a brooch or even a pair that connects with one or more chains or a string of pearls or beads between them across the chest. Though usually decorative, sometimes these brooches serve the function of holding a scarf or a garment in place.

· The silhouette of the Eilerian fashion is generally defined by draped, gathered, tucked and pleated fabric. Loose robes, dresses, skirts and kaftans, trousers, shirts, jackets and coats often follow similar cuts. Scarves, shawls and wraps to protect the head and face from the sun, or hats and caps also add to the silhouette.

· Low contrast patterns woven into fabrics are common, as are edgings, trims, embroidery and other decorations, though the lower classes prefer plainer garments for everyday use. Most decorations are heavily inspired by the local flora and fauna, often depicting nature in its various forms. Many of the structures left by The Foregone are also decorated with spirals and wave-like patterns, something the Eilerians have adopted as well.

· There are no real rules for hair, but just prior to the clone wars shaved undercuts were fashionable. Cutting patterns into it and wearing the rest of your hair short or in an updo to display the undercut was popular. Trimming beards into elegant patters and donning braided hairdos was also very popular.

· Shoes vary greatly depending on the wearers work, geographical position, social status and the occation. Along the coasts simple sandals or flat shoes are comfortable for everyday wear. Towards the inland and the mountainous regions, boots or spats provide better protection against the elements. For a formal occasion sandals, flat, low or high-heeled shoes are all appropriate options.

· Prior to the Clone Wars Eileria were already harbouring a dislike for the hypocritical and corrupt senate. The people of Eileria value peace and diplomacy, honesty and generosity, and they saw only how the republic were carving out the resources of mid and Outer rim worlds to make the core prosper, all while doing nothing to aid those who suffered at the hands of ludicrous taxations, aid refuted or delayed because of vague or overly complicated policies, allowing criminal syndicates, piracy and raiding to roam the edges of the mid rim and the outer rim as they please.

· Months before the outbreak of the Clone Wars, Eileria had already joined the Confederacy of Independent systems. They did however remain opposed to the fighting throughout the war and promoted peaceful negotiations, provided humanitarian aid and took in refugees whenever possible.

· All children of Eileria are required to attend school between the age of 5 and 15. After that there are alternatives to enter higher education, apply for stipends to attend universities off world and the like. While the primary education is all paid for by the government, higher education only provided the education itself and some material for the students. Things like lodging and literature need to be paid for by the student. However, even if a citizen had no desire to approach higher education, they were free to attend the many talks, debates, lectures and smaller coursers often provided by the colleges, local libraries and seats of learning for free or a symbolic fee. These could range between a wide array of topics.

· Eileria is composed primarily of four classes: The nobility – The richest and most influential of the people. The highest members of this class are the rulers of Eileria. They are responsible for providing and protecting the means that makes it possible for the rest of the people to live comfortably and capable of following the values such as peace and education. They are responsible for ensuring the schools are properly maintained, its students fed. It is their job to make sure everyone has a home, that medical facilities are properly functional supplied and off-world trade is properly done. The middle class. The largest of the groups. These are the people living in the cities. Craftsmen, merchants, artisans, teachers, workers, all those who makes Eileria thrive.

· There exists a worldwide security force, compiled almost entirely of volunteers trained in hand-to-hand combat, marksmanship and piloting. A small number are located in each larger town and city, conducting both local peacekeeping, being ready for any approaching off-world threats and protect the members of the ruling council. However, they do no longer have an official military. The guard stationed inside the Mos Miara Palace building are known as ----

· General crime rate is very low. The most common major crime is the unlicensed farming, harvest, processing or selling of the Cetu Seaweed. Breaking the sacred rules of hospitality is also considered a major crime.

· Only a very small number of blasters are allowed on Eileria and anyone who wants to own one or to bring such a weapon onto the planet must be able to provide a weapons permit. If they don’t have one, they can apply for one at boarder control, but it’s a rather long and tedious process. If they do apply for a permit or can’t show one but still wishes to proceed, their weapon will be confiscated until they leave. Most weapons owned by civilians are stunners and all security force weapons are set to stun by default. Lethal blasters are not easy to come by, what you’ll usually find are either stunners or low-energy types that are usually owned by farmers inland or in the mountains to defend themselves or their cattle from the wildlife.

· Eileria has two spaceports; the larger and more modern port of Jiamel and the older, smaller one of Mos Miara. It is through the Jiamel spaceport that most of Eileria’s intergalactic trade is done.

· Eileria has a thriving agriculture. Vineyards, orchards and fields stretch from the dry, sun-drenched areas of the coasts to the slightly more temperate regions of the inland and mountains.

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Kingdom Of Jinju {MinKey} 33/33

Epilogue

The royal palace was high-spirited and filled with warmth despite the coldness of the approaching winter. The ceremony had yet to start, but every single employee was running here and there to make sure not a single preparation had been ruined by who knew what. The wedding table had been set in the royal gardens, like the first time, but the space was surrounded with beautiful torches to bring as many light and warmth as possible, in this late autumn evening.

Unlike their initial marriage that had taken place when the sun had reached its zenith, both King and Prince had decided to remarry under the light of the moon. It was a rather bold move, in conflict with traditions, but they considered they had yielded to these traditions many times already. They wanted to do as they wished, this time, and not even Jihwan, who had now lost her title by marrying the former General, had stood against it.

While all their guests were taking place around the wedding table, with the King and his helpers — Jinki and his father, just like the first time — already there, she was standing in her son-in-law’s quarters, carefully pinning her nuptial hat to his hair. It was meaningful to both of them, for Kibum had already worn it at his first marriage, though he had seen it as a material show of his shame.

“It looks even better with your hair down.” The woman gently said as she took a step backwards to observe her work. “It should hold well.”

“Thank you, Mother.” The Prince replied, standing up to turn towards her. “It feels strange to wear this again… but I like the little change.”

“Yes, I like it a lot as well.”

They both looked at his outfit, the same white and gold one he wore the first time, but enhanced with even more ornamentations and the most important detail : the symbol of Mongje on his chest had been replaced by the pearl of Jinju. It wasn’t about binding two kingdoms anymore, but about binding two souls from one same place. Kibum’s long black hair was falling graciously on his back and shoulders, beautifully contrasting with his immaculate attire.

He turned round to check if everything was good, and was interrupted by the sound of a gong, coming from the gardens. The ceremony was about to begin.

“Shall we ?” Jihwan smiled and offered him her arm, which he gladly took. “This time, it will be better.”

“Yes… Yes, it will.”

Their arms interlaced, they both left the royal quarters and walked through the corridors and staircases, until this very same door that led to the space in the garden where the young man would remarry his husband. This very same door he had come from one year ago, anxiety tightening the knot in his stomach. But that night, he felt as light as a feather, only pure excitement and haste making his whole being tremble. He waited there, accepting a kiss on the forehead from his mother-in-law before the latter half-opened the door and left.

As soon as he was alone, he felt two presences behind him but didn’t have to look to know who it was. By his left, Jonghyun ; by his right, Taemin. Both of them smiling with pride, their ceremonial attire different than the first time, brighter and with more colours. They had had the difficult task to force his gestures, but now they were conscious that they would really accompany him and not pressure him anymore.

Outside, Jihwan stood before the door, looking at all guests who turned their head towards her. The table was even more beautiful than the first time, covered with a white clothes and decorated with golden flowers. It seemed even the carafe of alcohol and the cup weren’t the same, changed for something more suitable, perhaps created for this sole event. And standing there, at the east end of this table and surrounded by his helpers, included her newly husband… her son was glowing in his ceremonial outfit.

Minho had had enough of the red and golden attire he would always wear, so he had traded it for one that was complementary of his husband’s. Where the Prince’s outfit was white with golden ornaments, the King’s was golden with white ornaments. They completed each other and wanted the world to see it. The younger man had still tied his hair under his hat to yield to the tradition at the very, very least, but he was a whole new man.

Silence.

And the gong resounded a second time.

Jihwan heard the door behind her open again and she started walking forwards, leading her son-in-law to the wedding table and placing herself on the spot left empty for her. Following her steps, Kibum walked with grace and confidence, and his once soulless eyes were now filled with so many emotions at once that they sparkled more than the night sky at this same moment.

While moving forwards, his eyes looked at every couple standing around the table, here to celebrate his wedding.

Queen Hyoyeon and Lord Eunhyuk, from Maguk, smiled at him and bowed their head, their eldest daughter standing by their side and shyly imitating her parents. Her father placed his hand on her shoulder as a show of pride, her bright blond hair betraying the scar of the illness she had healed from, unlike her young brother earlier that year. Seeing Jonghyun and his same hair walking behind the Prince reminded her of this distant, nice cousin was like her, and she giggled when he winked at her.

Princess Yoona stood behind, her hands joined and a truly moved expression lighting up her features, enough to make the tears in her eyes shine like pearls. She bowed her head and her smile turned into a quiet laughter, as she was unable to hide her happiness, after she had been the first ruler to witness Jinju’s rulers blooming relationship. Present by her side despite his expressionless face, Prince Siwon still bowed his head and pretended to be unbothered.

On the other side of the table stood Lady Taeyeon and Lord Changmin, the same emotion as Yoona shining in their eyes. They bowed together and presented their hands, which carried a small, decorated case filled with bright, lively black kisses. Kibum couldn’t help but feel emotional when he saw the flowers, so beautiful in apparence but also the memories of what could have been a tragedy. However, they were there as a present, a meaningful message to congratulate both husbands for having survived their poison.

Finally, standing behind them but not shadowed, Queen Boa and King Yunho had both already shed one or two tears when the Prince had appeared. There were gleaming trails on their cheeks, but their smiles were the brightest. They were the last ones to bow, the Queen holding her stomach with her hands and catching Kibum’s attention right away ; it was swollen, and Pugye’s heir hiding inside wouldn’t be long to come to the world.

A third gong resounded, and the groom walked to the west end of the wedding table, his friends standing behind him. Facing him, Minho looked at him and smiled with his eyes. It was like they could hear their respective heartbeat, like there was no one else around them, like they were alone.

A fourth gong resounded.

And the ceremony began.

The exact same gestures than the first time were repeated, but this time with more heart to them. The four helpers spread the carpet at their sovereigns’ feels and carefully, gently cleaned their hands with pure water gathered from the river just an hour before. The tradition required for both husbands-to-be not to show any emotion, but they couldn’t yield to it that night. They looked at each other, their eyes conveying absolutely all the feelings they had for each other, and their smiles never left their lips.

Jonghyun and Taemin took their place back behind their friend and placed their hands on his back and arms. But they didn’t have to apply any pressure, Kibum bowed by himself before his King. Once, then twice, his eyes shining whenever he straightened up. Bowing twice for the bride, once for the groom, as was the tradition. But this wedding wasn’t like others, and the guests all pleasantly whispered when Minho bowed a second time, showing that they were equals.

The Prince had to hold back his tears when the second bowing came, but a salted pearl rolled down his cheek despite himself when his lover, once again, bowed twice to him in return. It might look like nothing, but it meant the world to both of them. They weren’t a traditional couple, and they would shout it from the rooftops, show it to the world, whatever the consequences.

Finally, they kneeled as one man on the carpet, with only the table separating them, and stared at each other while Taemin poured alcohol in the cup and handed it to his childhood friend. Instead of making him drink, he let him take it and swallow a mouthful of the burning liquid by himself. The soldier then took the recipient back and handed to Jinki, who gave it to the King. The latter smiled, and made the cup turn until he saw the print of his husband’s lips on the edge. He drank from there.

This same ritual got repeated once more, both men making sure to always drink from this same spot where they lips met with the metal. None of the guests missed this detail, and none of them complained, for the symbolic of all these changed gestures was too strong to go against them. Even Siwon stood calmly as he watched them, and didn’t seem to be boiling with anger because of such affront to the Gods.

Minho and Kibum eventually stood up with the help of their respective friends, and walked towards each other in front of the table. They stood side by side and turned towards the assembly, joining their hands together and fulfilling all their bows : to the King’s mother, to the representative of the Prince’s father — Lord Taehyun hadn’t been able to leave Mongje to attend the wedding — then to the ritual statuettes representing the ancestors, and finally, to the guests.

All bows were returned, and the gong resounded one last time in the night. King Minho and Prince Kibum of Jinju were now remarried, and they were celebrated with a round of applause that made them blush.

The door behind them opened and they all stopped their congratulations to look at the old woman who was coming their way, a little girl walking by her side while holding her hand. She was wearing her own small ceremonial attire, all yellow like her grandmother ; the latter covered her mouth, for she hadn’t been warned about it and it felt like a surprise intended for her.

Both husbands turned towards the newcomers and smiled warmly, as Kibum held his long coat and crouched, stretching his arms. Sooyun, who had been startled by the amount of big persons around, eventually noticed her favourite person and giggled, letting go of her nanny’s hand. Her little steps were clumsy but she never fell, and she even gave her speed a small impulse when she was close enough to the Prince, almost throwing herself into his arms.

The man laughed and immediately carried her, sitting her on his arms as he stood up and faced the crowd. He placed a kiss on her cheek and looked at his husband, who smiled tenderly before addressing the guests.

“You had heard of her through our envoy, a few months ago.” Minho said with a confident voice. “But you are meeting her for the first time tonight : the Royal Princess and Heiress of the Choi Dynasty… our daughter, Sooyun.”

The little girl got startled when all big persons started applauding, but she eventually applauded herself to imitate them, what made everyone laugh and awe. Queen Boa held her stomach, the sight of this pretty little princess making her even hastier to meet her own baby. At the same time, Taeyeon let a sneeze out and it was decided that everyone should gather in the Pearl Room, where Jihwan had prepared a tremendous feast. All guests followed her lead, while her husband brought up the rear.

Only remained in the gardens the King, the Prince and the Princess. Sooyun was mesmerized by the almost full moon above her head, big and shining so bright she covered her eyes. Kibum laughed and adjusted her little hat.

“Do you remember our waltz, during my mother’s birthday reception ?” Minho asked his husband.

“Of course I do, I think that’s when I fell in love with you.” The other man shyly smiled. “Why ?”

“Because I asked the musicians to play one after dinner. This time, I will be the one requesting a dance from you.”

“And I will accept with a great pleasure, my King. But if I may surprise you before…”

“Surprise me ?”

With an enigmatic smile, Kibum cleared his throat and caught his daughter’s attention. Her big eyes stared at him, questioning, and he kissed her forehead before pointing at Minho.

“Sooyun-ah.” He called, making sure she looked at who his finger showed. “Who is this ?”

“Appa.”

The little girl giggled once she said the word, and immediately waved her arms towards the King, who stood there, gaping, unable to say a word in return. If it wasn’t for his husband approaching their daughter, he would certainly have remained frozen on spot. With a heartwarming smile, Minho grabbed Sooyun and hugged her tight, his silence turning into an irrepressible laughter that betrayed his happiness.

“We trained a lot.” The Prince said, caressing the other man’s back. “Days of showing you whenever you enter her field of vision and saying the word. She eventually understood it was who you were.”

“But… you ?” The King looked at his husband, his eyes wet with tears. “You spend more time with her than I do, why did you ensure that her first word would be for me ?”

“Because you deserve it. You saved my life, more than once. I might have saved yours, once or twice… but you saved me from my life, this horrible life I was suffering. You deserve the world, Minho, and… and that’s all I came up with to thank you.”

“Nothing could have been more beautiful.”

Minho smiled and leaned on his husband to kiss his lips, making sure to caress his daughter’s back at the same time to prevent her from interrupting them too soon. Both men kissed under the moonlight with their child in their arms, like the perfect scenery of a book of poetry…

“Minho !” Jihwan’s voice resounded in the gardens, coming from the open door. “The feast ! You’ll catch your death, all of you come inside immediately !”

The King and Prince laughed together, blushing from the unexpected interruption. Holding each other’s hand, while the princess rested on her father’s arm, they all obeyed the matriarch and headed inside. And by stepping in the palace this time, linked by their wedding, by their interlaced fingers and by the single existence of Sooyun, they felt complete.

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This is the end of this story...

Thank you very much for waiting for every update, despite the last ones coming extremely slowly. Thank you for following this adventure and making me feel validated with all your reactions. This was one of the best experiences I've ever had, if I can say it. It was more than just writing a fanfic, it's a whole universe we created together and I'll keep it forever in my heart.

This story is over, but I might think of some extra chapters sometimes, shorter and telling about the daily life of our "newly-rewed" couple, their daughter growing up, some stuff for the General and the Teacher, even... who knows? Does it really have an end?

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