#gateway gallery

[gatewaygallery]

i spend my weeknights very wisely

[winnerkirkwood]

[luchicm04]

Which version do you prefer: the 90s or the modern one?

Well no matter, cause I made both versions just for youu~

like or reblog if you save/use.

[planetarythorns]

CHAT I GOT A PIECE OF URANIUM GLASS FINALLY!!!!

[starlightmeadowbloomthesecond]

By epic_ai_creator

The most enchanted paths are the ones that lead us back to ourselves.

[aveartz]

Monuments of India 🇮🇳 ♥️

[u6is]

cupid's chokehold

it was from that unforgettable night in Miami.

Kylian's eyes never left the screen, his breathing growing heavier as the video played on.

The video was a secret diary entry that no one else would ever read, a private moment frozen in time for only them to cherish.

warning/s: sex tapes, filming, oral sex (f&m receiving)

—kylian mbappe x reader: fluff / smut

Kylian's heart was as vast and open as the endless sky above, and it was filled with a love so profound that it often overwhelmed him. This love was not for material things or fleeting experiences, but for you. Your eyes sparkled like the stars in the velvet night, and your laughter was the melody that danced in the wind.

Cupid had Kylian in a chokehold.

Every moment away from you felt like an eternity of solitude to Kylian. During the day, the sun was a constant, yet painful reminder of the warmth that was missing from his life. The bright rays served as a stark contrast to the cold emptiness that engulfed him when you weren't by his side. He found solace in the moonlit evenings, where he could whisper his thoughts to the night, hoping they'd reach you like the gentle whispers of the zephyrs that caressed the leaves of distant trees.

The camera was Kylian's gateway to capture your essence, freezing moments of joy, love, and tranquility into a tangible form that could be cherished forever. Each snap of the shutter was a declaration of his adoration for you, a silent promise that he would carry with him through the loneliest of days.

As he was looking at your picture that he kept on his wallet, his thumb traced the outline of your smile, as if trying to feel the warmth of your lips.

Just look at you, so beautiful.

Every crease in the photo, every smudged fingerprint, was a story of his longing, a silent testament to the countless times he'd pulled it out to seek refuge in your image. The photo was more than just a keepsake; it was a bridge that connected his solitary world to the vibrant reality of your presence.

On vacations, Kylian had always brought his camera, a silent companion that never judged or intruded, but merely observed and recorded. He'd capture you in every setting, from the morning light streaming through the hotel window to the candlelit dinners that whispered of romance. The camera had become an extension of his love for you, a way to preserve the fleeting beauty of your moments together, like a butterfly collector meticulously pinning down the most exquisite specimens.

There was one picture that stood out among the hundreds, one that had the power to bring him back to life when the solitude of his days grew too heavy.

It was the one where you had just woken up beside him, your face so naturally beautiful that it took his breath away. Your hair was perfectly framing your serene features as it lay scattered across the crumpled sheets. In that moment, you were the embodiment of a Renaissance painting come to life, your skin bathed in the soft, warm glow of the early dawn.

In the photograph, your eyes were still slightly sleepy, but they held an intensity that spoke volumes about the intimate night you had shared. You were staring straight at the camera lens with a look that could only be described as a blend of vulnerability and pure, unadulterated love. Kylian remembered the way your body had curved into his, fitting like two puzzle pieces that had finally found their match in the quiet of the night. The gentle rise and fall of your chest with every breath, the scent of your hair, and the warmth of your skin had left an imprint on his soul that no amount of time apart could erase.

Thinking about it now, he scrolled through his gallery, his thumb hovering over the countless images of your shared moments. His heart skipped a beat as he found the one he was looking for.

It was the picture from Miami, that summer break before he left for Spain.

The memory washed over him like the waves on the beach where it was taken. The sun had not yet risen, casting a soft, ethereal light that bathed the room in a tender embrace. The two of you were lying on the balcony of the hotel, the city below just beginning to stir to life.

Kylian's transfer to Real Madrid had been a bittersweet victory. The day he signed the contract had been the happiest of his career, but it was also the day you two had to face the inevitable.

A future with an ocean between you.

Now, as he sat alone in his house in Madrid, Kylian found himself scrolling through the album of pictures on his phone. Each one was a precious jewel in the treasure chest of their relationship. There were candid shots of you giggling over shared jokes, photos of you two exploring the beach hand in hand, and selfies that captured the love in your eyes as you both stared into the camera. Each image brought a rush of emotions, a symphony of joy, nostalgia, and longing.

But as he swiped through the timeline of their love story, Kylian stumbled upon a video. His heart began to race, and his breath grew shallow as he recognized the date and the setting - it was from that unforgettable night in Miami.

The video was a silent film of moments that had been burned into his memory.

In the start of the video, you were sitting on the bed, the camera focus on your face. Kylian's hand was gently caressing your cheek.

Kylian was standing in front of you, holding the camera. You looked up at him, your eyes brimming with desire and anticipation, as your hands slowly slid down the waistband of his shorts. The fabric whispered against your fingertips, and as you pulled it down, inch by inch.

The scene grew more intimate, the camera capturing every shared glance, every soft touch. Kylian's voice, low and gentle, could be heard in the background, asking if you were sure, if this was what you truly wanted. Your response was a soft, earnest nod, and the way your eyes never left his was all the reassurance he needed.

The next scene was you licking the head of his cock. Your tongue swirled around the tip, teasing and taunting, as if savoring the sweetness of a decadent dessert. Kylian's hand holding the camera trembled slightly, a testament to the pleasure you were giving him. Your eyes never left his, as if you were feeding not only on the taste but also on the connection you shared in that intimate moment. The sight of your mouth on him was like a siren's call, a visual symphony that echoed through his mind and body even now as he watched it alone in his home.

His heart racing as he remembered the feeling of your warm, wet mouth taking him in. He heard his own voice, a soft groan escaping his lips, and watched as his hand in the video squeezed your neck gently, guiding you deeper. It was a silent dance, a ballet of passion, with you eagerly following the lead of his unspoken desires. The intimacy of the moment was palpable, the screen flickering with the heat of your shared arousal.

Kylian's eyes never left the screen, his breathing growing heavier as the video played on.

As he was watching the video, Kylian slowly put his own hand on his hardened cock, gently caressing it over his shorts. The fabric was tight against his skin, straining to contain the erection that had grown at the sight of your eager mouth. He mimicked your movements from the screen, his thumb tracing the contours of his swollen head as if it were a sacred relic, remembering the way you had licked and sucked him with such enthusiasm. His breathing grew ragged as he watched your eyes close in pleasure, feeling the vibrations of your moan as you took more of him into your mouth.

He swiped again, and another video began to play. This time, the camera was stationed in the nightstand, capturing a more intimate angle. The frame was filled with the sight of you two in bed, entwined in a passionate kiss. The way your bodies melded together, the gentle give and take of your tongues, it was like watching two souls becoming one. The stark contrast of the white sheets against your tanned skin and his muscular physique was like a canvas of love and desire. The video was a secret diary entry that no one else would ever read, a private moment frozen in time for only them to cherish.

As the scene unfolded, Kylian watched with a rapt attention that bordered on obsession. He saw himself, in the video, kissing his way down your neck, leaving a trail of passionate pecks and nibbles. Your head was thrown back in ecstasy, exposing the delicate arch of your throat.

"Are you sure it's recording?" you had asked him, your voice a sultry purr that sent shivers down his spine even now.

Kylian paused, looking at his phone to ensure that the recording light was blinking steadily.

He nodded, his eyes never leaving yours as he whispered, "It's recording, baby." Your smile grew wicked, your hand reaching up to trace the line of his jaw before you pushed him down onto the bed.

In the video, Kylian began to untie the strings of your bikini top, his fingers deft and nimble as they worked to expose the treasure beneath. Your breath hitching as the fabric loosened. With a flick of his wrist, the strings gave way, and the bikini top fell open, revealing your full breasts to the hungry gaze of the camera lens.

He took his time, savoring the sight of you, the way your nipples tightened into peaks of desire. He leaned in, his mouth capturing one while his hand cupped the other, teasing and rolling the sensitive flesh between his fingers. You gasped, your back arching off the bed as pleasure bloomed in your chest.

The sound of your moans grew louder, filling the room as he trailed kisses down your stomach, his tongue dipping into your navel as if searching for hidden treasures. The anticipation was almost unbearable, your hips squirming beneath him as he inched closer to your sex.

As Kylian watched the video, he felt a pang of longing so intense it was almost physical. You were spread out before him, your legs trembling as his mouth found the apex of your thighs. He watched himself spread your legs wider, his tongue tracing the delicate folds of your pussy with the same reverence a sculptor might show to a masterpiece. Your moans grew more desperate, more urgent, as he explored the most intimate parts of you, tasting and teasing until you were a moaning mess of pleasure.

Kylian's own hands mirrored the movements on the screen. He pulled his shorts down, freeing his erect cock to the cool air. The sight of you on the video, the sound of your whimpers, the memory of your taste on his lips was too much to bear. He began to stroke himself faster, his eyes transfixed on the video of you, lost in the memory of your scent, the feel of your body against his. His hand moved in rhythm with his memory, his hips bucking up to meet his fist as if he could somehow bridge the distance between you.

In the video, Kylian watched as his tongue slipped inside you, tasting your sweetness as you writhed beneath him.

Pulling him closer, urging him deeper.

The sound of your moans grew more insistent, echoing in the quiet of his apartment, mixing with his own labored breathing. The walls seemed to pulse with the rhythm of his hand, a silent witness to his solitary passion.

He swiped again. The next video was even more explicit than the last.

You were straddling him now, your breasts bouncing as you rode him with a wild abandon that made his cock throb with need. The camera was in his hand again, the angle low and intimate, focusing on your body as it moved in time with his thrusts. The head of his cock was a bright red, glistening with your arousal, as it slid in and out of your tight cunt.

Kylian's hand tightened around his own shaft, mimicking the rhythm of the video. His eyes were glued to the screen as he watched you take him in, your muscles clenching around him in a delicious embrace. The sight of your body moving, the way your breasts bounced and swayed, was almost too much to handle. He could feel the heat building in his balls, his body begging for release.

In the video, your expression was one of pure lust, your eyes locked on his as you rode him faster and faster.

"You’re soaking my cock and the camera’s catching every goddamn drop."

Kylian's other hands gripped your hips firmly, guiding your movements, urging you on with every grunt and groan. Your body responded eagerly, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through you like the surf against the shore. The room was a whirlwind of passion, the air thick with the scent of arousal.

He watched as his hand in the recording reached up to cup one of your breasts, his thumb flicking over the nipple as your movements grew more erratic.

You leaned closer, your breath hot against his skin as you buried your face in the crook of his neck.

"Kylian," you whispered, your voice thick with desire. "I'm going to come."

But he gently pushed you away from him so that the camera could see your face contort in pleasure.

"Les yeux sur la caméra," (Eyes on the camera)

"let me see you take every inch.”

The lens captured every twitch of your eyebrows, every flutter of your lashes, every quiver of your lips as the orgasm took you over. Your eyes rolled back in your head, and your mouth formed a silent scream of ecstasy. He watched you intently, his strokes slowing to match the rhythm of your breaths, savoring the way your body shuddered with each wave of pleasure.

The camera captured every detail, from the way your cunt clung to him like a glove to the way his balls slapped against your ass with each powerful thrust. The sight was mesmerizing, a visual symphony of raw passion and desire.

As the video continued, Kylian felt his own climax approaching. His hand moved faster, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. He watched you on the screen, your cunt convulsing around him, your juices coating his cock in a sheen of lust.

The camera caught every moment of your shared ecstasy, the intimate dance of your bodies captured in high definition. You threw your head back, your hair a wild mess of passion, as Kylian's hand found your clit, his thumb circling it with expert precision.

"That’s it, baby. Take it all."

Your cries grew louder, the sound of your pleasure mixing with the slap of skin against skin.

"Let the camera see what you do for me."

The camera didn't miss a beat, recording every tremor as your orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave. It was a moment of pure, unfiltered intimacy, and watching it now, Kylian felt his own climax approaching. His hand worked faster, his cock swollen and begging for relief.

As you collapsed onto him, your body still quivering with the aftershocks of pleasure, He leaned in, capturing your gasping mouth with his own in a kiss that was both tender and fierce.

Kylian watched the video end, his breathing ragged and his heart racing. He stroked himself faster. The climax hit him like a bolt of lightning, and he threw his head back, groaning your name as ropes of hot cum shot out, painting the sheets in a testament to his longing.

The release was cathartic, but it was temporary. The emptiness returned almost immediately, like a vacuum in his chest that could never truly be filled without you there beside him. He collapsed onto the bed, the phone still in his hand, the videos playing on a loop in his mind.

As he was coming down from his high, Kylian's thoughts grew fuzzy. He hadn't realized how lost he'd become in his own memories, his own desires.

"Ky?"

And then, the sudden realization hit him like a cold shower.

You sounded concerned, your voice echoing through the speakers.

"We’re still on the call. Did you forget?"

The phone slipped from Kylian's hand, clattering onto the floor. Panic shot through him like a bullet. He'd been so consumed by his fantasy that he had completely forgotten about your call.

You both had perfected this dance of unspoken conversations over the months. It was a beautiful symphony of breaths, punctuated by the occasional laugh or sigh, the kind that didn't need any explanation. It was the kind of silence that could only exist between two people who were so in tune with each other that they could communicate without uttering a single syllable.

His heart raced as he scrambled to pick it up, his cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.

"I'm...I'm here," he stuttered, trying to compose himself.

There was a beat of silence on the line before you spoke again, a hint of amusement lacing your voice.

"Are you okay?" you asked, the concern now tinged with curiosity.

Kylian took a deep breath, his hand still shaking as he tried to process the reality of the situation.

You'd heard everything, the moans, the whispers, the unmistakable sounds of pleasure that had filled the room.

"I just... I miss you," Kylian admitted, his voice hoarse and thick with emotion. It was a simple confession, but it contained a world of pain and longing that no amount of poetry could convey. The silence between them grew heavy, stretching out like the vast ocean that separated their bodies but could never diminish the love they felt for one another.

On the other end of the line, you remained quiet, allowing the weight of his words to fill the space between them. Kylian could almost feel the warmth of your smile, the way it softened the edges of your voice when you spoke next.

"I miss you too, Kylian," you whispered, the words a gentle caress that seemed to soothe the ragged edges of his soul.

Then, the mischief returned to your voice, the teasing lilt that he adored.

"But it seems like you've been keeping some pretty... intimate company." You couldn't help but giggle, the sound light and playful, as you pictured him sprawled out on the bed, his hand still wrapped around his now-softening cock. The image was so vivid in your mind, it was as if you were right there with him, sharing in his moment of passion.

hi, just a quick reminder!!!! only share that kind of closeness with someone who makes you feel safe, seen, and entirely loved. make sure it's with someone you trust completely, someone who holds your heart gently, even when the camera’s off.

kylian’s a real yearner in real life, i just feel it in my bones. lmk what you think!!! your words keep me writing ☺️

[rosebudshifter]

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ 𝖂𝖊𝖑𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊, 𝒯𝓇𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓇, to my forest of fantasy & fable. ˚𖥔. ᡣ𐭩 ˚.⋆

I am the 𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂𝓴𝓮𝓮𝓹𝓮𝓻 of the girl who dared to dream; who let go of the doubt and embarked on the adventures she always wanted to have. She goes by many names, but her most common is Mary.

Here lies my contents, a map of the forest of such. Peruse to find what you seek. It’s easy to get lost, but don’t be afraid to wander.

ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ | ᴘɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛ | ꜱᴘᴏᴛɪꜰʏ | ᴛɪᴋᴛᴏᴋ | ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ

⋆｡°✩ 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻-𝓓𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓭 𝓜𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓸𝔀 ✩°｡⋆

Through the canopy of trees, beams of light peek through to shower gateways that help others reach different realms. (shifting script templates)

Marvel  |  The Summer I Turned Pretty  |  YouTuber  |  Netflix (hub)  |  Disney+ (hub)  |  Bridgerton | Stranger Things | Fantasy | romantic (aesthetic) | pastel retro (aesthetic) | sci-fi/superhero (aesthetic) | adventure (aesthetic) | + coming soon

The stars are resilient little things, they constantly find new openings in the trees so you never know when you’ll discover another gateway.

ʚїɞ 𝓐 𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓣𝓸𝓶𝓮 ʚїɞ

In the center of our forest lies the Tome, situated in the trunk of a towering willow. It boasts my efforts as Storykeeper, with detailed accounts of the many adventures of our dear girl.

☽༓☾➵ marvel cinematic universe | masterlist

anisa cook became a founding member of the avengers. after the battle of new york, she now grapples with balancing her new shield responsibilities while maintaining a sense of normalcy, all while falling for the star-spangled man.

☽༓☾➵ fame (actress) | masterlist

world-renowned actress faye nolan makes her triumphant return to hollywood after taking a hiatus at the height of her popularity. she's energized and ready to make history & reclaim her title as the industry's shining star.

☽༓☾➵ f.r.i.e.n.d.s. | introduction

when offered a position on the inaugural team of mattel's new manhattan design office, a young designer packs up in LA and moves to the big apple. little does she know she moved into the same building as an eccentric cast of friends who quickly fold her into the fray.

☽༓☾➵ big bang theory | introduction

a school librarian moves into a new apartment building in pasadena and is consistently roped into the antics of her downstairs physicist neighbors and their colorful cast of friends.

☽༓☾➵ bridgerton | masterlist

when the elusive rose betham returns to the Ton after studying in france & italy, she is quickly named the unofficial Diamond of the Season by lady whistledown and receives attention from all eligible suitors – including the dashing viscount bridgerton.

☽༓☾➵ + more to come...

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓘𝓷𝓭𝓮𝔁

scrawled in faded ink, tucked into the final pages of the Tome, are the spells to conjure when you might need an aid to find what you need. the spells are old, and thus are prone to error, but i as the Storykeeper will try to refine what each spell shows to make them as accurate as possible.

#Storykeeper’s Log — reblogs #Storytime — Any type of DR post #Keeper’s Ramblings — Even a Storykeeper needs to step away from the manuscript and rant #Storykeeper Says — Q+A posts + shifting questions #rosebud's ___ dr — a direct spell to find posts related to a specific DR. #portrait gallery — moodboards galore; could be dr intros, de-selves, relationships, etc. #Template Spotlight — a more direct way to see the gateways from the meadow #My Husband — …Mary has an obsession with Steve Rogers/Chris Evans, don't judge

[beautifulbizarremagazine]

'The Paracosmist’s Pallet' [Oil on linen panel, 40 x 50cm] by @hannahflowers_art for the upcoming Beautiful Bizarre exhibition ‘Paracosmic Escape’ at @moderneden Gallery.

This exhibition includes the work of over 80 of the world’s best contemporary artists, from across the globe, including the Winners of the 2024 Beautiful Bizarre Art Prize! To receive the Collectors Preview please email Gallery Director, Kim Larson at info@moderneden.com or register your interest > www.moderneden.com/en-au/collections/paracosmic-escape-curated-by-beautiful-bizarre-magazine [link in our profile]

‘Paracosmic Escape’ Curated by: Beautiful Bizarre | Art Direction by: @musoniumgallery Exhibition Dates: November 9 - December 5, 2024 Opening Reception: Saturday 9 November, 6 - 9pm At: Modern Eden Gallery, 1100 Sutter Street | San Francisco CA 94109 united States

‘Paracosmic Escape’ explores themes of retrospection, introspection, and complex relationships with the real world, where internal gateways offer a place of sanctuary to heal from and provide explanation to the effects of reality. ~ keeleygerardart (Art Director of @musoniumgallery)

[moresims3productions]

Sulani Recreation Center | Sulani | Free Download | No CC |

Welcome to Sulani! The recenter serves as both a gateway to the islands and a community hotspot. Sitting comfortably right on the water your sims can take their first adventures on a jet ski or snorkel in the nearby corral reef. No matter what they choose the residence both living and beyond spend a great deal of time here.

This recreation center is very simple, ideally sims would spend more time on the water than in the actual building. There's a little grotto just behind this lot that sims can explore as well. I wish Sulani had their own jungle gym and swing sets but the pirate ship was closer to the theme for this world. I'm satisfied with it though. The only bathroom is off to the side. Enjoy!

This lot replaces Pier Perfection in Sulani.

Packs Used: (Anything not in your game will be replaced but the shell should remain the same.)

Download:

T.O.U. - Do not reupload or claim as your own.

Gallery Download Search: RealMS3P OR MS3P

Alt Download: Here

[gatewaygallery]

geronimo of the day #15: easter bunny

[winnerkirkwood]

[luchicm04]

Why are there no female dragons in Spyro 1? I think this is why.

Original theory by u/scarper42 in Reddit

What do you think? People always say that the TLOS trilogy is pretty hardcore but this subplot is kinda dark too. The more I think about it, the more it makes sense.

[ramayantika]

Apsaras (Mystery Academia)

The gateway of the temple is built of stone, but the statues of dancing women, also built of stone feel alive. As if they are watching you.

You twirl in the courtyard. The other visitors move around you, their eyes enraptured by the magnificent pillars and sculptures of the temples. A tinkling feminine laughter rings in your ears. Your friends are near the abandoned empty shrine. They aren't laughing.

You imitate a pose of a nymph immortalized in stone. Giggling, you stand back normally when there is a slight tilt of her head, very slight. You swear you saw her stone head move.

Dozing in the passenger seat, the sun casts a warm glow over your face. A pleasant smile graces your lips as the car radio plays a soft tune. The soft romantic music changes to the first beats of Apsara aali. Your head reels. There is a flash of coloured patterns in the darkness: A court, infinitely beautiful damsels and instruments. It vanishes in a blink.

You find yourself standing against a mirror. It is a very normal day. You dangle a long shiny earring. The sparkle brightens and the room clouds in smoke except the silver mirror. The fog deepens and there is the fruity scent of ambrosia. Red and gold smoke dance around the foggy haze and the mirror reveals a different reflection. A beauty so killer, that the blessed viewers might choose death than to see something else less beautiful than the sight in the mirror.

The beauty keeps a finger on her lips while a surprised shriek catches in your throat. She winks at you and you hear a click. You are back in your little room and the mirror shows you your own reflection. Very normal.

A love song plays. There are damsels with translucent veils and scarves, all decked in jewels in every limb dancing, their gaze as sharp as a hunter's arrow. You clutch your heart. How else can you look at anything else in the world when the universe's beauty has graced you a vision for a minor second?

Back to the temple near the same statue, all alone. The twilight hour peaks and the birds go silent. Not a leaf moves. The stillness is heavy until a familiar scent of jasmine and roses permeate the air. Everything moves, and you see the dancing statues stretch their limbs lazily in a graceful way. Are they Art or is Art them?

"There, she is our hidden sister," says one, smiling, her stony teeth still appear mesmerizing than something eerily beautiful. "Poor you, the mortals dull our shine," says another as a stone hand makes you spin. Another holds you, her hold isn't tight nor do the stone surfaces bruise your skin. She says, "Your mother had left you too long here. You were to grow up amongst us!" A sharp headache ensues and all you can hear is chiming anklets and bangles. The stone bracelets don't break.

Life is a waking dream. The heavenly damsels follow you around, coaxing you to come home, to the heavens. Their stony faces wither away to shining skin, gorgeous hair and colourful priceless jewels. Their voices, husky and full of mystery as they narrate the sights of Indra's golden city, the best wine and musical festivities of the Gods.

When you play an instrument, you see a nymph sing the following raaga. When you dance, you see a nymph spin around you. Their eyes bore into yours and you see Indra's golden city, towering palaces, art galleries and courts. A world full of beauty, mystery and intrigue.

You recite a romantic couplet. Again a nymph brings it on a tune. So much beauty and art surrounds every waking moment. Their calls bring you closer to the edge. "A home strange but yours for all time or the home always known? Make your choice," The Queen of the Apsaras poses a question.

They live in art, and where art resides. They roam in the most beauteous places, and walk in secret groves. They swim in distant rivers and shores, and their reflections beautify a lake. An older nymph braids your air. A nymph of your age adorns your braid with sweet-smelling flowers. Someone fixes a ruby diadem atop your hear and you are dressed in hues of maroon and gold. The mirror shows you. They whisper: "Your true form."

Nothing really changes. Your beauty doesn't become illuminating nor do the eyes turn two shades lighter. The flesh is the same and the magic is the same. They adorn you in beauty and jewels, and though it all is the same as before, something has changed. Your gait smoother and bolder and your limbs move as graceful as a gentle river. As wise words and honeyed poetic verses escape your red coloured lips, you mesmerize the audience. The audience who? Another lesson for later, my nymph in the making.

You must make a choice now. Oh. You made it. You chose the home familiar to you since birth, but your ancestry doesn't change and the bonds of sisterhood are strong. Your paintings are vibrant and poetry unmatched, tugging at one's heart. When you dance, they stop to admire and curse their eyelashes for casting darkness for a second. When you sing they dance and when you touch a budding artist, inspiration strikes them.

Someone casts a statue in your name. You live like a mortal on your plane, your nymph sisters looking out for you. And then this statue finds itself in a temple. You find yourself amidst your sisters in the same temple where this tale started ages ago.

Another curious, bright-eyed girl arrives. She copies the way your body curves. She has noticed your stony lips smirk. You have found another one of your clan.

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Tagging: @ahamasmiyodhah (will tag the others later as per taglist as i am late for practice. Spl mention to Khyati for this so dedicating this one to her. I thought I would do this later after coming back from the fest but again inspiration and the will strikes when a nymph touches you :)

Hehe enjoy

[ansatsu-sha]

The Library of Ephebe was - before it burned down - the second biggest on the Disc.

Not as big as the library in the Unseen University, of course, but that library had one or two advantages on account of its magical nature.

No other library anywhere, for example, has a whole gallery of unwritten books - books that would have been written if the author hadn't been eaten by an alligator around Chapter 1, and so on.

Atlases of imaginary places. Dictionaries of illusory words. Spotters' guides to invisible things. Wild thesauri in the Lost Reading Room.

A library so big that it distorts reality and has opened gateways to all other libraries, everywhere and everywhen.

Terry Pratchett / Small Gods

[noise-vs-signal]

“Dakini Mandala: Gateway to Celestial Bliss” by Romio Shrestha, with text by Ian A. Baker.

From “Celestial Gallery” (2000).