#poria

[kirstydreaming]

Madeline Sonnendecker

[beyourselfchulanmaria]

茯苓 Poria cocos : 祛濕

白朮 Atractylodes macrocephala : 健脾 🌿😊 Thanks🙏

《白朮茯苓祛濕茶食譜》Atractylodes macrocephala & Poria cocos - Chinese herbology Tea (soup) Recipe：準備白朮5克、茯苓5克、陳皮2克。先將所有食材洗乾淨，在鍋子裡加入適量的水煮沸，轉小火，再加入所有的食材煮2分鐘，即可飲用。 good having it in summer. xoxo

《內經》說。諸濕腫滿，皆屬於脾。濕氣是脾虛運化失常而產生的產物，想要一勞永逸地擺脫濕氣的體質，健脾是非常重要的事情。中藥的藥對：白朮和茯苓是祛濕健脾的好搭檔。兩者的功效相比，白朮重在健脾，而茯苓則重在祛濕。

茯苓能除脾胃的濕，也能除頭面上的濕。它有一個很神奇的作用，便是可以引導濕氣往下走，通過尿液排出體外，再趁機好好地修復脾胃。以茯苓加入飲食，或者泡茶喝，一段時間後，可以明顯感覺臉部的氣色逐漸變好，痘痘也會慢慢減少，不再那麼容易疲累，甚至因為茯苓的利水祛濕作用，而會發現��重的降低！濕氣除了是健康殺手，還是顏值殺手！那麽，這個夏天記得喝茯苓茶湯喔！

常聽中醫說「濕氣」，究竟濕氣是什麼？對人體有什麼影響？許多民眾大概都會列舉出一些濕氣的症狀，比如水腫、大便黏馬桶、舌頭有齒痕、容易疲倦、代謝變差、易胖等。被濕氣纏上，便是長時間在健康上的鬥爭。但是，濕氣除了是健康殺手以外，還是顏值殺手！

濕氣就好比是不流動的水，一段時間後，這水便會慢慢變黑，如果這水停留的位置就在臉上，那就是眼袋或者是黑眼圈，甚至整張臉也會變得不再容光煥發，而黯淡無光。如果這「濕」再加上「熱」，糾結在臉上，便是痘痘粉刺狂冒，還常常面冒油光，油脂分泌旺盛。

因此，想要膚如凝脂，擁有一張潔白亮麗的臉，把體內的濕氣拔除，是首要的任務！祛濕可以選擇的管道有兩個，一是選擇祛濕利水的食材，二是選擇健脾補土的食材。

《內經》說。諸濕腫滿，皆屬於脾。濕氣是脾虛運化失常而產生的產物，想要一勞永逸地擺脫濕氣的體質，健脾是非常重要的事情。中藥的藥對：白朮和茯苓是祛濕健脾的好搭檔。兩者的功效相比，白朮重在健脾，而茯苓則重在祛濕。

茯苓能除脾胃的濕，也能除頭面上的濕。它有一個很神奇的作用，便是可以引導濕氣往下走，通過尿液排出體外，再趁機好好地修復脾胃。以茯苓加入飲食，或者泡茶喝，一段時間後，可以明顯感覺臉部的氣色逐漸變好，痘痘也會慢慢減少，不再那麼容易疲累，甚至因為茯苓的利水祛濕作用，而會發現體重的降低！

白朮茯苓祛濕茶食譜：準備白朮5克、茯苓5克、陳皮2克。先將所有食材洗乾淨，在鍋子裡加入適量的水煮沸，轉小火，再加入所有的食材煮2分鐘，即可飲用。

[chinesehanfu]

[China History]How were “luxury toiletries” made and created in ancient China 1,250 years ago?［Eng Sub］

This episode is set in the second year of the Tang Dynasty Tianbao era (743 AD), during the reign of Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty. It tells the story of a maidservant of the emperor's beloved concubine, Mei Fei 梅妃 (also known as Jiang Caiping/江采萍), who created the "Dendrobium Pearl Bath Bean/石斛珍珠澡豆" that Mei Fei/梅妃 had developed. According to the "Beiji Qianjin Yaofang《备急千金要方》" (Essential Formulas Worth a Thousand in Gold for Emergencies) by Tang-dynasty physician Sun Simiao:

洗面药：猪胰（五具切细）、毕豆面（一升）、皂角（三挺）、栝蒌实、葳蕤、白茯苓、土瓜根（各五两）；上七味捣筛，将猪胰拌和，更捣令匀，每但取洗手面，白日白净如素。

【Translation】：

"Facial wash medicine: pig pancreas (cut into fine pieces), beanstalk powder (one sheng/升), Gleditsia sinensis Lam(three pieces), Trichosanthes real, flourishing, white Poria cocos, and five taels each of soil melon roots; mix the seven ingredients, grind and sift, then mix with the pig pancreas, and grind together. Use the resulting powder for washing hands and face, making them as white and smooth as porcelain during the day"

(Note: The video also incorporates a segment on the tribute pearls from Hepu, filmed with the process of "opening oysters and harvesting pearls," though the historical accuracy of the video may have some artistic liberties, so viewers should be mindful of this).

The recipe for the "Dendrobium Pearl Bath Bean/石斛珍珠澡豆" was highly sought after by the imperial concubines and princesses of the time, who affectionately referred to Mei Fei as "Hu Zhu Fu Ren/斛珠夫人" (Lady of Pearls). Not only was she skilled in traditional Chinese medicine, but Mei Fei was also a talented dancer. She was one of the eight great female talents in the Tang Dynasty, having choreographed the famous Tang court dance "Jinghong Dance/惊鸿舞" (Dance of the Scared Swan).

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🧚🏻‍Production & Model/Makeup：@曾嚼子

🔗Xiaohongshu:https://www.xiaohongshu.com/discovery/item/66c5bca4000000001f038b85?

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[thehelpss]

Olá, poria fazer h.names para perfil dark?

salut les bébés, eu estarei liberando h.names para vocês usarem. Eu espero que vocês gostem, beijos!

H.names:

❪Мы и я❫

𝗕͟ ‘ L͟𝗔𝗖𝗞 —

𝗗’ a͟l͟𝗺𝗮.

𝘼𝗞𝟰𝟳 ，♠️

𝗣&𝗕 — мир

𝗪𝗘, 𝗹𝗼v͟e͟.

𝟬𝟯 ⟋дс — 𝗺𝗲.

— 𝘁ū

Caso use, dê os devidos créditos me marcando no Instagram. ( @nortalzy ) !!

[nobutakafairclough]

I post this picture a lot when talking about my fav. XIV ship and just so everyone knows it was made by PoriA over on X . I have no artistic talent I promise you. Please check them out. PoriA makes so much amazing art. Please like and follow them.

[thievinghippo]

Time to ante up! I promised a My Time fact for each person to like my kickstarter post. As of right now, there are 13 likes

The Day of the Bright Sun is on Spring 19. That's the day the famous builder, Peach, used a machine to tear through the clouds and let humanity get back to the surface

The calendar is based on that famous day. The first game in the series, My Time at Poria (MTaP) and My Time at Sandrock (MTaS) is set in Year 98 (after Peach). My Time at Evershine (MTaE) is set about three years after those two games

Before Peach, humans lived underground, because the surface wasn't hospitable, thanks to the Age of Corruption. AI and greed caused a world-ending event. That specific day is called 'The Day of Calamity'

Back when humanity lived underground, sell-swords appeared. Eventually, they declared themselves knights and tried to uphold chivalry and honor. However, since Peach, the need of knights have greatly diminished. Though everyone has heard of The Storm Knight

There are eight current city-states that make up the Alliance of the Free Cities. There used to be more, but war and tragedy descended on some of the cities

(MTaE) is not a city in the Alliance. It's in the Alliance territory, but it's a brand new settlement, trying to bring more people up north. (My hope is that the end game is Evershine trying to get city status)

Why are people needed up north? Because of Duvos. A totalitarian country that are hoarding relics (pre-age of darkness tech). They have started more than one war and it's feared they're ready to start another

Builders are the backbone of the economy. They belong to the commerce guild and take commissions as well as help out their home city. You play a builder in MTaP and MTaS. In MTaE, you are the governor of the settlement

Each town has a Civil Corps. The Civil Corps are responsible for for 'keeping the peace' so to speak. A surprising number of events needing the Civil Corps happen in each game!

The Great Begeondan is an unexplored region of the world. According to the wiki, AIs and rare monsters roam. Occasionally, a team of explorers will go out there, but they hardly ever make it back

The Peripheries boarders the western part of the Alliance of the Free Cities. While not as dangerous as the Great Begeondan, the monsters there destroyed an entire city-state in Peach 68

The Hulu brothers from MTaP are septuplets, born over two days. So three have a birthday on one day, four the next

Mort, from MTaS, is almost 90 years old, and helped found Sandrock in Peach 27

And that's all for now! Like what you see? Back the kickstarter!

[nam-ore]

É engraçado como as vezes o maior impedimento para o nosso milagre somos nós mesmos. As ordens do Senhor por diversas vezes são simples e diretas, mas antes mesmos de recebê-las já criamos uma expectativa de como será feito, qual caminho tomar, o que fazer, e quando recebemos a determinação vinda de Deus, e vemos que é diferente do que pensamos, duvidamos, olhamos com desdém, ou deboche, como Sara que riu ao ouvir a promessa da sua gravidez, ela não confiou no processo que o Senhor havia prometido e resolveu fazer do jeito dela, causando divisão na sua família e impactando várias e várias gerações. Confiamos mais naquilo que julgamos ser o certo do que nas proclamações do Senhor. Naamã foi um general do exército, muito bem conceituado pelo rei da Síria porque por meio dele o Senhor salvou o povo, era leproso, porém exercia seu ofício com êxito e a bíblia o descreve como valente. Foi até Eliseu para ser curado. Eliseu deu uma simples orientação para lavar-se no rio sete vezes. Mas ele tratou com desdém: "Eu pensava que ele viria em pessoa e, diante de mim invocaria o Senhor, seu Deus, poria a mão no lugar afetado e me curaria da lepra." [2Rs 5:11]. Naamã mesmo com todas aquelas qualidades, sendo um bom servo, foi debochado com a ordem do Senhor dizendo que na Síria também há rios, que se soubesse que era apenas se lavar ele não teria viajado tanto e depois se retirou em cólera. Parece um absurdo gigantesco, mas quantas você eu fazemos isso? Comparamos o processo de Deus e depois o desprezamos pois julgamos ter um processo muito mais elaborado e melhor. Nos irritamos com o Senhor por nos pedir algo simples demais. Porque queremos o extraordinário. Quantos processos de Deus deixamos de passar por falta de confiança. Quantas vezes andamos em círculo no deserto porque Deus nos deu um caminho e resolvemos simplesmente não seguir e procurar a saída sozinhos? Foi ao profeta Elias que Deus se revelou como brisa suave e não como o terremoto, nem como fogo, nem como vento forte. O natural também revela o poder de Deus. Se Deus exigisse o sobrenatural nos queixaríamos contra Ele por nos ter posto um grande peso. E isso os servos de Naamã tiveram sabedoria para o lembrarem: "Se o senhor estava disposto a fazer algo difícil, por que não fazer o fácil?" Tomas de Kempis diz na Imitação de Cristo "[...] Mas se não vences o fácil, como triunfarás do difícil?" Pare de virar as costas pros processos que Deus te manda porque você achou simples demais, fácil demais, porque tem seus achismos que de outro jeito será melhor. Para de atrasar a sua cura, o seu milagre.

Devocional 2 Reis 5: 1-14

[girlactionfigure]

⚠️ FRIDAY - ISRAEL REALTIME - Connecting to Israel in Realtime

Erev Shabbat - Parshat Barak - Numbers 22:2 - Balak, the king of Moab, summons the prophet Balaam to curse the people of Israel.  Three times, from three different vantage points, Balaam attempts to pronounce his curses; each time, blessings issue forth instead. Balaam also prophesies on the end of the days and the coming of Moshiach (the Jewish messiah).

⚠️ WORLD WIDE COMPUTER OUTAGE .. Israel impact (not a cyber attack - an update error)

ISRAEL EMERGENCY NUMBERS MAY BE DOWN:

MDA 101 - alternatives call Hatzalah 1221 (who report they are operating fine) or 100 police

Electric Company - instead of 103, call 054-5838074 or report on Facebook page.

Working fine: 100 police, 102 fire

Some Israeli companies impacted - may accept only cash or be unable to do business for a while:

Israel Post

Ikea

Delek gas stations

Various hospitals - Shaarei Tzedek reports recovered, normal ops, Hadassah not on the problem list, Asuta Ashdod working fine

   Affected: Hillel Yaffe, Laniado, Barzilai, Sheba, Wolfson, Shamir Assaf Harofeh, Rambam, Ma'aini Hashua, Nahariya, Poria, Bnei Zion, Ziv, the French Hospital in Nazareth, the Italian Hospital in Nazareth

Meuhedet health clinics

Clalit health clinics

Carrefour grocery - cash only

Banks HaPoalim, Leumi, Discount

Bank of Israel

Port of Ashdod completely down to ships and trucks

EL AL reports no impact, they don’t use the affected software.

Unrelated - Globes newspaper hacked (not the web site, the newsroom.)

WORLD IMPACT:

AIR TRAVEL - FAA suspending many flights in the US, Berlin flights on hold, Spain flights on hold.

Sky News having disruptions

⚠️HEZBOLLAH THREATENS.. significant retaliation for recent IDF targeted eliminations.  Northern towns should be on ALERT, take precautions in the north.

▪️RUMORS ABOUT PM.. may suspend trip to the US.  At the same time, “Israeli officials estimate that the Netanyahu-Biden meeting will not take place on Monday as planned”, unclear if due to Biden’s health or US election politics.

▪️FIN. MINISTER.. Sanctions from cabinet on PA officials NOT implemented by IDF and Shin Bet for the last 3 weeks???

▪️FBI USES ISRAELI SOFTWARE.. Washington Post: The FBI hacked into the phone of the assassin of Trump using the software of the Israeli company Celebrity.

▪️ECONOMY.. The Turkish embargo has stopped the import of Hyundai, and it is beginning to seep into Toyota, whose inventory in Israel is also shrinking.

PRESS BRIEFING BY IDF SPOKESPERSON RADM. DANIEL HAGARI - JULY 19, 2024

Overnight, a UAV, which we believe was launched from Yemen, infiltrated from the sea to our west and struck a building in central Tel Aviv. This impact resulted in the death of one civilian and lightly injured eight others. We extend our condolences to the bereaved family and wish a speedy recovery to the injured.

No alert was activated during the incident, and we are thoroughly investigating the matter. Our initial findings suggest the UAV was a Samad-3, an Iranian weapon likely upgraded to extend its range. This UAV flew from Yemen to Tel Aviv. Iran supports, funds, and arms its proxies in Gaza, Judea and Samaria, Lebanon, Syria, and Yemen, as evidenced by last night's event. UAV threats have been a constant challenge since the beginning of the war across all our borders. Dozens of UAVs have been launched from Yemen alone, most of which have been intercepted or shot down before entering Israeli territory. The majority were intercepted by an American task force under U.S. CENTCOM, while the rest were intercepted by Israeli Air Force planes or defense systems.

Simultaneously with the Tel Aviv incident, another UAV attempting to infiltrate from the east was intercepted and shot down outside of Israel’s borders. We are investigating the connection between the two incidents.

We are conducting a thorough inquiry to understand why the UAV was not identified as a threat and intercepted before it struck. An initial inquiry was conducted this morning, and we will continue to review the findings and update the public accordingly.

I want to emphasize that our defense is not foolproof. We are strengthening our air patrols and airspace protection across the country. We are continuously improving our capabilities to better protect the citizens of Israel.

There is no change in the Home Front Command directives. Should there be any changes, we will immediately inform the public.

Overnight and this morning, the Chief of the General Staff conducted several situational assessments. We have increased our defensive capabilities in Israel’s skies with additional planes and other measures to improve detection, alert, and interception capabilities. The incident on the ground was managed cooperatively by the Israel Police, Magen David Adom, and the Israel Fire and Rescue Services, who provided vital details for the inquiry.

In the north, the UAV threat is a daily challenge due to short-range launches, differing from last night’s incident. We are studying the northern threat to improve our response. We recognize the ongoing challenges faced by residents in the north.

In the past day, we have eliminated six Hezbollah terrorists and struck fifteen targets from the air and ground in the north.

We are engaged in a multi-front war, operating in all arenas and defending the country's skies daily. We are addressing threats both near and far.

In the coming days, we will continue our situational assessments to understand the incident better, determine the source of the threat, and decide on the necessary defensive and operational responses against those who threaten the State of Israel.

[rita-rae-siller]

The White Cloaks: Religious Faction Overview

The White Cloaks

A religious sect of knights in the Garmoran Military dedicated to Gora. They devoutly follow the Isvaad’ahl, the Garmoran holy texts that date back to the days of Old Akar. It dictates how the soldiers spend their day, the way they fight, and how they die. The scripture is widely followed throughout the central empire, but on the fringes, where Garmoran religion hasn’t taken root yet, few follow its laws. In essence, it’s like a polytheistic version of the bible, full of stories of old Akarii heroes and legends, along with newer additions from the founding of the first Garmoran empire.

The order was not always part of the empire’s military directly. During the first empire, they were an independent organization that assisted the emperor in times of need, alongside three other religious orders; the Silver Strings, the Silent Sisters, and the Red Legion.Over time, with careful selection of leadership influenced by the nobility and the royal dynasties, the White Cloaks were brought into the imperial army’s fold.Now, they serve as guards for the highest and mightiest of the empire. 

More below the cut!

Gold Division: Protects the emperor directly. Two captains, forty soldiers per captain. This is the most coveted of divisions. It is almost exclusively made up of the children of nobilities and the high ranking knights born into the order.

Silver Division: Protects the Empress, as well as Matilde and Alura. Two captains, one has twenty men, one has sixty. There were three captains, but Matilde got Captain Moraga fired, so now there are only 2. Alura’s retinue absorbed Matilde’s

Ruby Division: Protects Cardinal Laemos, leader of the Temple of Gora. One captain, fifty soldiers.

Sapphire Division: Protects Cardinal Movros, Temple of Itep. One captain, forty soldiers 

Obsidian Division: Protects Cardinal Lathima, Temple of Silus. One Captain, twenty soldiers. (she has even more guards from another order as well, but the White Cloaks are a courtesy of the emperor.)

Topaz Division: Protects Cardinal Poria, Temple of Sodek. One Captain, forty soldiers

Diamond Division: Protects Cardinal Hakke, Temple of Aru. One Captain, forty soldiers

The order is a shadow of its former self (cut from thousands of warriors across the central empire to just a few hundred soldiers). The emperor and the College have done a lot of work to keep these powerful warriors on a tight leash out of fear of an uprising.

Because of this, many of the knighthood have come to believe the Avaareyani dynasty has turned from the gods. There are mutterings of a Holy War, mutiny, and dark times for the empire. Aalvor is among the older knights that believes the timing is right for the next Hariiv to arrive (More on this in a separate doc)

The knighthood is split on their opinion of Alura, but many believe she shows signs of being the next messiah. 

Most of the soldiers are trained from a very young age. Some promise children to the order before they’re born. Once upon a time, the order consisted of soldiers from all walks of life. Now, it is more of an exclusive club.

Only true Garmoran’s can be promised now. Nobles will promise their children to the order just days after birth, which fills a good majority of their ranks. Aalvor is a prime example! He is actually one of Dioclaetus’ younger brothers. Their father promised Aalvor to the Knights hours after his birth. His oaths prevent him from ever seeking the throne, not that he wants it anyway. He's too busy being a killer dad and a great dude in general.

Men and women may serve, but the majority are men. 

Alura almost took the oaths, but Dioclaetus decided she was too useful to keep sequestered in his guard. But she’s in good with a lot of them.

[fishsticksloser]

Blossoming Protector

Liam x fem!reader

Warnings: royal au, reader is a princess, court, fluff, almost kisses

A/N: I am brainrotting this so hard and I am... Suffering. I am not good at pacing things... This is difficult for me, but I'm doing my best and I am really happy with this so far.

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As you take your seat behind your parents on the dais, Liam stands tall and proud at your side, his hand resting lightly on the hilt of his sword. His gaze scans the room, taking in the assembled monarchs and nobles from the various kingdoms - Lontis, Poria, Dagorthlon, Narligedand, and of course, Ophirea. The air is thick with the murmur of hushed conversations and the rustle of fine silks.

King Alastian rises from his throne, his regal bearing commanding the attention of the room. He looks out over the assembled crowd, his expression stern and imposing. When he speaks, his voice rings out clear and strong, silencing the last of the murmurs.

"Noble lords and ladies of the realms, thank you for gathering here today. We have called you here to address a matter of great importance to the peace and stability of our lands." The king's gaze turns to you, a flicker of pride and protectiveness in his eyes. He gestures for you to join him at his side, a silent command that you cannot refuse. "Princess, please join me. Let us address the elephant in the room - the crude and disrespectful behavior of Lord Reginald and Prince Malaric of Narligedand."

As you stand beside your father, Liam remains at your seat, his posture rigid and attentive. His hand rests lightly on the pommel of his sword, ready to draw it at a moment's notice should the need arise. His blue eyes, visible beneath the raised visor of his helmet, scan the room warily, watching for any sign of trouble or threat.

King Alastian clears his throat, drawing the attention of the room back to him. He looks out over the assembled nobles, his expression stern and unyielding.

"I will not tolerate such disrespect towards my daughter, or any woman, under any circumstances. Lord Reginald and Prince Malaric's behavior was inexcusable and beneath the dignity of their stations. They have brought shame upon themselves and their houses with their crude remarks and inappropriate advances." The king's voice rises, his tone turning sharp and commanding. "I have called for them to answer for their transgressions. Let them come forward now, and face the consequences of their actions. I will not abide by such blatant disrespect in my presence."

The throne room falls silent as King Alastian speaks, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air. The assembled monarchs and nobles exchange uneasy glances, unsure of how the situation will unfold.

Lord Reginald and Prince Malaric exchange a look, a silent communication passing between them. After a tense moment, they step forward, bowing awkwardly before the king and princess.

"Your Majesty," Lord Reginald begins, his voice dripping with false sincerity. "We apologize for any offense we may have caused. We meant no disrespect to the Princess or your royal house. It was a momentary lapse in judgment, nothing more."

Prince Malaric nods in agreement, his gaze flicking briefly to you before returning to your father. "Indeed, Your Majesty. We are men of high standing and great ambition. We did not intend to sully the princess's reputation with our words. Please, accept our sincerest apologies and allow us to make amends."

King Alastian steps forward, his tall frame towering over Lord Reginald and Prince Malaric. His eyes, normally so warm and kind, now blaze with a fury that makes even the bravest of the assembled nobles take a step back.

Your father leans down, his face mere inches from Lord Reginald's. The air between them crackles with tension as the king speaks, his words measured and deliberate. "You dare to stand before me and claim your words were mere 'lapses in judgment'? You, who have built your reputation on the backs of the downtrodden and the weak? You, who would seek to sully the name of my beloved daughter, the jewel of Ophirea?" When he speaks, his voice is low and dangerous, filled with a quiet power that demands obedience. 

The king's gaze turns to Prince Malaric, his lip curling in disgust. "And you, a prince of Narligedand, think to apologize for your crude remarks with such flippancy? You, who have shown your true colors as a man of no honor, no integrity, no respect for the women of this realm?" 

King Alastian's gaze sweeps over the assembled monarchs and nobles, his expression grim and unyielding. "I have long tolerated the machinations and petty squabbles of you so-called 'noble' houses. But I will not stand idly by while my daughter's honor and reputation are besmirched by the likes of you."

He turns back to Lord Reginald and Prince Malaric, his voice dropping to a low, menacing growl. "You have a choice. You can leave this place now, never to return, and face the consequences of your actions. Or, you can stay and face the judgment of the kingdoms united."

The king gestures to the other monarchs, his voice ringing out clear and strong. "Noble rulers of Lontis, Poria, Dagorthlon, and Narligedand - I call upon you to bear witness and render your judgment. Will you stand with me in defending the honor and dignity of all women, or will you align yourselves with those who seek to destroy it?"

A tense silence falls over the throne room as the assembled monarchs and nobles await the judgment of their leaders. The air is thick with anticipation and the weight of the moment.

The assembled monarchs and nobles exchange uneasy glances, the weight of King Alastian's words hanging heavy in the air. After a long, tense moment, the King and Queen of Poria stand, their regal bearing commanding the attention of the room.

King Trison speaks, his voice filled with a quiet authority. "We stand with you, Alastian. The honor and dignity of all women must be protected and upheld. Lord Reginald and Prince Malaric's actions were a slap in the face to not only the Princess but to every woman in the realms."

Queen Fione nods in agreement, her gaze turning to the kneeling men. "Their apology rings hollow, and their actions speak louder than their words. We cannot allow such disrespect to go unpunished."

One by one, the other monarchs rise to voice their support of King Alastian's stance. The King and Queen of Lontis, the King of Dagorthlon, and even the King and Queen of Narligedand, despite their son's transgressions, all speak out against Lord Reginald and Prince Malaric's behavior.

As you take your seat once more, Liam rests his hand lightly on the back of your chair, a silent gesture of support and protection. His fingers brush against your shoulder, a comforting touch that grounds you amidst the tense atmosphere of the throne room.

King Alastian listens intently as each monarch speaks, his expression growing grimmer with each passing moment. Once the last vote has been cast, he turns back to the still kneeling Lord Reginald and Prince Malaric, his gaze hard and unyielding.

When he speaks, his voice is filled with a quiet, dangerous power. "The kingdoms have spoken, and their judgment is clear. Your actions have brought dishonor upon yourselves and shame upon your houses. As such, I hereby strip you of your titles and lands, effective immediately."

Lord Reginald and Prince Malaric pale at the king's words, their eyes widening in shock and disbelief. "Your Majesty, you cannot!" Lord Reginald protests, his voice rising in panic. "My lands, my wealth, my legacy - it is everything to me!"

Prince Malaric nods in agreement, his face etched with fear. "And I am a prince of Narligedand!”

King Aldric silences their protests with a single, sharp gesture of his hand. His eyes flash with a cold fury as he leans down, his voice low and dangerous. "You dare to speak of your precious titles and wealth? When you have shown such blatant disregard for the dignity and honor of a princess, of all women? You are unworthy of the privileges and power you once held."

The king turns to the assembled monarchs, his voice ringing out clear and strong. "I call upon the guards of each kingdom to seize the lands, titles, and assets of Lord Reginald and Prince Malaric. Their wealth is to be held in trust, to be used for the betterment of the kingdoms and the protection of women. As for the men themselves..."

King Alastian's gaze turns back to the kneeling nobles, his expression grim and unyielding. "You will be stripped of your armor and weapons, then escorted from the castle and the kingdom. You will be given a single horse and a purse of gold coins sufficient for your immediate needs. Consider this a mercy, for you have not earned the right to be called noblemen any longer."

As you stand to leave, Liam mirrors your movement, his tall frame straightening to its full imposing height. He falls into step beside you, his armored form a silent guardian as you make your way out of the now empty throne room.

King Alastian and the King Romas and Queen Cecille of Narligedand pause in their conversation as you approach, their gazes turning to you. Your father's eyes are filled with a mix of pride and concern, while the Narligedand royals wear expressions of discomfort and unease.

King Alastian reaches out, gently taking your arm to halt your progress. "My dear," he says softly, his voice still tinged with the gravity of the moment. "I know this was a trying ordeal, but I am so very proud of how you handled yourself. You carried yourself with the dignity and grace befitting a true princess."

He glances to the Narligedand royals, his expression turning serious. "I have assured their majesties that this punishment is not a reflection of the relationship between our kingdoms. Prince Malaric's actions were his own, and he alone must bear the consequences. Our alliance remains strong, now and always."

"That is good to hear. I will be honest and say I became quite good friends with your daughter when she visited last year. Malaric's behavior was different from any of your other children, they should know I do not hold any ill will towards them." You smile at the king and queen, giving a small bow as you finally leave. You let out a heavy breath when you’re out of the throne room, turning to Liam. "Would you like to get some fresh air with me, dear knight?"

Liam bows his head slightly as you turn to him, a flicker of warmth in his blue eyes beneath the shadow of his helmet. "Of course, Princess. I would be honored to accompany you in the fresh air. After the stuffy atmosphere of the throne room, a walk in nature would be most welcome."

He offers you his arm, the steel of his armor cool and smooth beneath your fingers as you take hold of it. As you both exit the castle, Liam leads you towards the sprawling gardens that surround the fortress.

The sun is warm on your skin as you step out into the open air, the scent of blooming flowers and green grass filling your nostrils. Liam guides you along the winding path, his steps measured and sure. He keeps you close to his side, a silent promise of protection and support.

As you walk, Liam speaks softly, his voice a soothing balm after the tension of the throne room. "I know your friendship with the princess of Narligedand means much to you. It is a testament to your compassion and kindness, that you would seek to reassure their parents of your goodwill despite their son's transgressions."

"The rest of Narligedand has done nothing wrong, there is no need to have any ill feelings towards them." You point out, situating your hand on his arm better.

Liam nods solemnly as you speak, his hand covering yours on his arm in a gesture of agreement and support. "You are wise to make such a distinction, Princess. It is a mark of your mature and compassionate nature that you refuse to tar the innocent with the same brush as the guilty. The people of Narligedand, save for Prince Malaric, have given you no cause for ill will, and you are right to recognize that."

He guides you to a secluded bench beneath a towering oak tree, its leaves rustling gently in the warm breeze. As you both take a seat, Liam turns to face you, his blue eyes filled with a quiet intensity.

"I have admired your kindness and wisdom since the day I first became your guardian. You have a rare ability to see the truth beneath the surface, to judge people not by their station or the actions of their kin, but by their own merits and deeds. It is a quality that will serve you well as you take your place as queen one day."

Liam's gaze drifts to your hand on his arm, and he gives it a gentle squeeze, a silent acknowledgment of the connection between you. "I am honored to be your knight, Princess."

Your gaze snaps to his helmeted face, only able to see his eyes, but they’re unreadable. "You sound solemn..." You mumble, Liam's breath hitches slightly as your hand cups the cheek of his helmet, the cool metal a stark contrast to the warmth of your skin. He leans into your touch, a subconscious gesture of trust and intimacy.

When he speaks, his voice is low and filled with a quiet emotion, tinged with a hint of sadness. "Forgive me, Princess. I did not mean to imply that I would be leaving your side. I am bound to you, now and always, by oath and by... Other feelings that I dare not voice."

Liam's hand comes up to cover yours on his cheek, his fingers curling around your hand as he holds it in place. His blue eyes search yours, a swirling mix of devotion, longing, and a deeper, more intimate emotion that makes your heart ache.

"I merely meant that the path ahead will not be an easy one. There will be challenges and obstacles, those who seek to undermine your father's decree and your rightful place on the throne. But I swear to you now, as I have sworn before - I will stand by your side through all of it. I will protect you, guide you, and support you, no matter what may come."

"Can I... Ask you some questions, dear knight?" You ask softly, the warmth of your hand seeps through the metal of his helmet. Liam's gaze flickers briefly to your lips, a moment of shared awareness before he meets your eyes once more. When he speaks, his voice is low and filled with a quiet, painful honesty.

"I made that vow after... A past I would rather not revisit. A time when I was not the man I am now, when I let my temper and my anger control me. I did things that I deeply regret. I swore to never show my face again, as penance and as a reminder. A reminder that I am not worthy of being seen, of being looked upon with anything other than disgust and disdain. I am a knight, but I am not a good man, not like you deserve."

You hum softly, leaning forward, Liam's breath catches in his throat as your lips brush against the metal of his helmet, a shudder running through his tall frame at the intimate gesture. His blue eyes widen in surprise, a flicker of hope and disbelief warring with the ever-present shadows. 

"I do not believe that..." You whisper, pulling back just enough to look into his eyes again, his gaze locked with yours. "If you were as bad as you claim, you would not be trusted as my guard." You shake your head a little, smiling softly. "No... You're a beautiful man, my knight..."

At your soft words, his brows furrow slightly, a mix of confusion and tentative wonder in his eyes. "Princess, I..." He swallows hard, his voice rough with emotion. "You are too kind, too compassionate. I am not the man you think I am. I have done things, seen things, that no one should have to bear. I am not beautiful, I am broken."

"Even broken things can be beautiful." You murmur, Liam inhales sharply as your hand slips beneath his chest plate, your fingers brushing against the fabric of his tunic. The heat of your touch seeps through the material, warming the scarred and battle-hardened flesh beneath. His heart pounds beneath your palm, a steady, powerful rhythm that belies the turmoil in his eyes. "I wish you could see yourself like I see you, dear knight..."

He reaches up with his free hand, his gauntleted fingers trembling slightly as they hover near your cheek. They hover there for a long, agonizing moment before gently cupping your face, the cool metal a stark contrast to the warmth of your skin.

When he speaks, his voice is low and filled with a raw, aching sincerity. "Princess, if I could see myself through your eyes, I would be the luckiest man in the realms. But I am not worthy of such a gift, such a blessing. I am a knight, sworn to serve and protect you, not to burden you with my darkness."

His thumb brushes lightly over your cheekbone, a feather-light touch that sends a shiver down your spine. "You are a dream, a vision of perfection and grace. And I... I am the man who would move heaven and earth to make that dream a reality."

You turn your head, leaning into his touch. "I would move mountains for you, dear knight... Tell me what you want and I will see that you get it. Say the word and it's yours..." You whisper, the warmth of your breath ghosting over the metal of his helmet. His heart races, pounding against the cage of his ribs as if trying to break free and offer itself to you completely.

He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a low, fervent whisper. "Princess, if you only knew the thoughts that fill my mind, the desires that consume me when I am near you... But I cannot, I must not, give voice to them. You are pure and good, and I... I am not worthy of the feelings that stir within me."

His hand slides from your cheek to the back of your neck, his fingers tangling gently in your hair. He holds you close, his forehead lowering to rest against the top of your head, a silent plea for understanding. "All I want, all I have ever wanted, is to keep you safe. To be the shield that protects you from all the darkness and cruelty of this world. I would slay a thousand dragons, traverse a thousand miles of treacherous terrain, to keep a single tear from falling from your eyes. That is the only reward I seek, the only treasure I desire."

"You... Have thoughts of me...?" I whisper, Liam's grip tightens in your hair as you tilt your head up, his blue eyes blazing with a fierce, intense emotion that steals the breath from your lungs. When he speaks, his voice is low and rough, tinged with a hunger that sends a thrill racing down your spine.

"Princess, I... I have more than thoughts of you. I have dreams, fantasies, that consume my every waking moment and haunt my sleeping mind. I see you in every sunrise, every sunset, every star that lights the night sky. I hear your laughter in the rustling of the leaves, your voice in the whisper of the wind." His other hand, still holding yours, brings it up to his helmet. Even through the metal of his gauntlet, you can feel the heat of his skin, the desperate longing in his touch. "I am a knight, sworn to protect and serve, but I am also a man. I would give anything, do anything, to be worthy of your affections. But I know that I am not, and I know that I never will be."

"Liam..." His eyes widen as you gasp, a flicker of fear and uncertainty in their blue depths. As you pull him closer, he allows himself a single, precious moment to revel in your nearness, to breathe in the scent of your hair and the warmth of your skin.

But the moment is shattered by the sound of your mother's voice, and he jerks back as if burned. The sun dips below the horizon, casting long shadows across the garden and painting the sky in hues of orange and red.

Liam's hand falls away from your hair, his arm lowering to his side as he takes a step back, putting some much-needed distance between your bodies. When he speaks, his voice is low and rough, tinged with a mix of longing and regret. "Forgive me, Princess. I... I allowed myself to forget my place, to lose myself in a moment of weakness. You must think me a fool, a reckless, impulsive fool." He bows his head, his gaze fixed on the ground at his feet. "I am your knight, your guardian, and I swore to protect you from all harm. I will not fail in my duty, no matter the cost to myself."

"No... No, I don't..." You shake your head, taking a step towards him only for him to take a step back. You freeze, taking a step back again. "You're far from a fool, Liam..." You hear your mother call again, but you ache to stay with him, though you don't want to face your mother's wrath. "I wish I had more time... But my mother calls... In the morning, come see me...?"

Liam's gaze flickers up to meet yours, a mix of hope and hesitation warring in the depths of his blue eyes. At your words, a flicker of something akin to joy sparks in their depths, only to be quickly banked by the ever-present shadows. 

He bows his head once more, a gesture of deference and respect. "As my princess commands. I will come to you at first light, ready to attend to your needs and desires. Until then, I pray that you find rest and peace in your slumber." Liam takes a step back, then another, putting more distance between your bodies. The garden seems to grow darker, the shadows lengthening as the last of the sun's light fades away. "Sweet dreams, Princess," he murmurs, his voice low and filled with a tender, aching sincerity. "May the gods watch over you and keep you safe in my absence. Until the morrow, my heart is yours, now and always."

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[coldground]

Acordei um belo dia e percebi que sentia novamente. Não sabia ao certo o que era, depois de tanto tempo vivendo inerte, absorta, apática. Talvez fosse ansiedade, começo de um infarto, má digestão… Depois de muito analisar, considerar e até cogitar alguns exames, percebi que era amor. Chegou muito quieto e inesperado, quase um susto, na forma de uma figura de cabelos castanhos e com o sorriso mais lindo que eu já vi nessa vida e talvez em outras. Quando a gente passa por muita coisa ruim, chega a se assustar quando em contato com o que é bom, dá medo. Mas o desgosto com a vida me fez pensar que não tinha mais nada a perder. Então fui com medo mesmo. Sinto que se morresse agora, morria feliz. Mas não quero morrer agora. Quero viver uma vida demorada dentro desse amor. Me parece ainda que uma vida demorada não seria suficiente. O meu amor me cuida, me conforta e me cura um pouco todos os dias. Não achei que esse tipo de coisa existisse, me transborda perceber que estava errada. O sorriso dela poria fim numa guerra, como põe fim nas minhas guerras internas. Uma única pessoa vale pra mim mais do que todas as pessoas do mundo. Ela entende meu silêncio, compreende minhas tristezas e limitações, ela entende tudo. É a mais inteligente. Palavras não fariam jus a tamanho acontecimento nessa incerteza que a gente chama de vida. E ela salvou a minha.

[empanator]

Preemptive RIP to The Arcana app as it increasingly seems Dorian is trying to divert people towards themselves and away from the original app. Sucks. I tried Dorian for like all of 2 seconds since it took over and hated it lol on top of its many known flaws. I’ve directly criticized them multiple times over on Twitter.

I will always look fondly over my experience playing The Arcana over the last several years. I will always love how Nadia’s and Portia’s routes made me feel and I will always be thankful for how they impacted my life. The Arcana can stay in my memory just like that forever, and I will not participate in the future that Dorian is creating (or rather destroying) for it. I’ll gladly, actively still love and participate in what The Arcana is and always has been to me.

I’ve been thinking about posting all my fics to an actual fanfic website. May or may not continue posting new work—I write for myself, so posting my writing is just a little bonus if it catches someone else’s attention. Still got several fics with Nadia and Poria I might eventually finish.

[abajuramarelo]

Me apego a dor

04/02/24

Sei que deveria deixar passar, mas tem dias que não consigo distrair a minha mente de você. Ainda é algo recente, não posso dizer que superei. Eu não entendo porque me emocionei tanto. Acho que eu tava presa na ideia que o meu primeiro relacionamento seria pra sempre. Que ele duraria a vida toda. Porque eu real acreditava nisso. Eu jurava que a ex-namorada dele iria cair no soco comigo. Pelo visto, não era ele. Mas ainda o amo. Sei que tenho que parar de amar. Esse amor só me machuca se eu insistir na existência dele. Eu te amo LP. Sei que você não está lendo mais. Tudo bem. Ainda escreverei para você. Esse diário já foi dedicado a várias pessoas no decorrer dos anos que passaram. Eu nunca escrevi com tanto afinco quanto ano passado. Tudo para te deixar atualizado do que se passa na minha vida. Tudo para afirmar meu amor por você.

Dói.

Dói saber que você foi um insensível. Eu realmente era muito boa para você. Boa demais.

Todos os meus amigos acham que você é um babaca agora. Eles já achavam antes. Meio que todo mundo era contra esse relacionamento. Que aparentemente só eu queria estar. Nem você quis permanecer. Eu sozinha lutando contra o vento. Em vão. Essa é a sensação.

O engraçado que por você ser geminiano, eu sempre tive o medo, e se ele enjoar de mim? No final fiquei com essa sensação. Você enjoou de mim. Até as pessoas mais incríveis são enjoativas.

Eu não posso dizer que pressenti o fim. Porque eu não imaginava. Mas eu senti.

Tudo começou com o desencaixe do nosso beijo. Aquele primeiro beijo espetacular que eu tive estava bem longe dos últimos beijos que recebi. Não é que o beijo estava ruim, é como se tivéssemos perdendo a conexão, perdendo a sincronia, perdendo o compasso um do outro.

Talvez eu tenha mudado, andei reclamando que tinha perdido o encanto. Era prazeroso estar com ele. Mas nos três últimos encontros, atritos estavam evidentes. Era a anunciação do nosso fim, mas eu não estava preparada para aceitá-lo.

Ainda não estou.

Ele não estava disposto a lidar com os atritos e segurar minha mão para superar esse momento juntos, fui descartada na primeira oportunidade.

Foi só ele mudar o foco da vida, para achar que nossa relação se deterioraria ao ponto dele não se sentir confortável nela.

A verdade é que ele já estava desconfortável. Não sei se existe erro nisso. Mas eu apenas fui eu. Uma romântica, talvez ter buscado ele no aeroporto tenha sido um erro, talvez querer vê-lo por só uns 10 minutos tenha sido um erro.

Eu simplesmente não sei onde eu errei.

E sei que nada foi um erro. Mas fico me remoendo me perguntando se eu tivesse feito algo diferente, ainda o teria na minha vida.

Mas não posso fingir ser outra pessoa. Eu simplesmente fui eu. Ele não estava preparado para mim. Ele não se achava digno do meu amor. Na verdade isso tudo pode ser vozes da minha cabeça.

Mas amá-lo o fez se sentir culpado.

Ele sempre foi assim.

Ele sempre se chamou de armadilha.

Eu achava que ele era a pessoa perfeita para mim. Porque eu sou uma baita de uma esquisita. Peculiar. Ou o termo que gosto de usar: autêntica.

Agora a agonia que eu sentia todo mês acabou. Sabe aquela sensação que eu sempre esperava o fim. Já que aconteceu, não choro mais de ansiedade. Agora choro porque realmente acabou. Mas as lágrimas são diferentes.

São de certa forma, lágrimas aliviadas da angústia que é amar e não ser recíproco.

Eu sei que ela estava intensificando, e que em algum momento, quem poria um fim a esse relacionamento, seria eu.

Embora eu acredite que nunca abriria mão dele.

Ainda bem que foi ele que soltou a minha.

Agora vamos de pequenas atualizações da minha vida amorosa. Porque esse diário é para isso.

Sigo ficando com o AS, depois da última atualização, já transei com ele mais 2x.

Inclusive uma das vezes foi um dia depois de eu ter escrito que queria transar mais com ele, aconteceu.

Nossa relação é estritamente sexual. Conversamos coisas banais no dia a dia, ele curte meus stories quando eu posto. Não posso negar que ele é um bom FGTS (foda garantida toda semana). Mas não é quem eu busco. Porque bem, ele namora, e tecnicamente, ele se encontrar comigo se configura traição. Porque ele está mentindo para a namorada. No dia seguinte a conheci. A namorada.

Fui em um rolê onde estava os dois possíveis socos na cara que eu poderia receber, não recebi nenhum ainda. Mas ele vai vir, em algum momento. O GM também estava lá com a namorada, ele simplesmente ignorou a minha existência que uma semana antes não parava de me beijar. Tudo bem. Ali percebo que ele escolheu a namorada e me silenciou. Pressinto que ainda vai ter história com ele no futuro. Mas aí no futuro a gente descobre ou não kkk AS também estava no mesmo rolê e diferentemente do GM, ele me cumprimentou e apresentou a namorada dele que parece ser simpática. Não interagimos.

Essa semana marquei de novo date com o menino que tinha sumido, porém novamente ele miou, porque pegou Covid, justificável, talvez saia com ele essa semana, mas não criarei expectativas. Ignorei um cara que tava no meu pé para sair comigo. Ele só queria sair comigo por fetiche. Perdi todo o interesse.

Teve um outro cara que pretendo ver, mas também está em hiatos e sem muitas esperanças. Se eu chegar a ficar com eles darei identificação mínima aqui, mas por enquanto são apenas caras potenciais para transar.

Perdi o bv do ano de beijar mulher. Eu beijo qualquer mulher bonita que vem me pedir um beijo. O beijo dela me lembrou a menina madu. Tinha a mesma personalidade, é desse tipo de sapatao que eu gosto. Inclusive me bateu uma saudade dela enquanto beijava essa outra menina.

E a 2x com o AS foi essa semana. Ele tem fetiche por pé kkk ele gosta de fazer carinho no pé enquanto transa, ficar passando a mão no meu pé. Diferenciado. Mas enquanto ele meter gostoso, não irei reclamar. Gosto dessa frequência de transar com ele. Não sei se vai durar.

Mas no momento não busco relacionamentos profundos, ainda estou me recuperando do LP, que me entreguei de corpo e alma.

Sinto que não estou preparada para mergulhar fundo em uma relação. Desta vez irei só ficar no raso.

E ele namora né, tem esse detalhe. E ainda posso cair no soco com a namorada dele.

[ares-apolo]

ÍTACA   (Trad. Ísis Borges da Fonseca) 

Quando partires em viagem para Ítaca  faz votos para que seja longo o caminho,  pleno de aventuras, pleno de conhecimentos.  Os Lestrigões e os Ciclopes,  o feroz Poseidon, não os temas,  tais seres em teu caminho jamais encontrarás,  se teu pensamento é elevado, se rara  emoção aflora teu espírito e teu corpo.  Os Lestrigões e os Ciclopes,  o irascível Poseidon, não os encontrarás,  se não os levas em tua alma,  se tua alma não os ergue diante de ti. 

Faz votos de que seja longo o caminho.  Que numerosas sejam as manhãs estivais,  nas quais, com que prazer, com que alegria,  entrarás em portos vistos pela primeira vez;  pára em mercados fenícios  e adquire as belas mercadorias,  nácares e corais, âmbares e ébanos  e perfumes voluptuosos de toda espécie,  e a maior quantidade possível de voluptuosos perfumes;  vai a numerosas cidades egípcias,  aprende, aprende sem cessar dos instruídos. 

Guarda sempre Ítaca em teu pensamento.  É teu destino aí chegar.  Mas não apresses absolutamente tua viagem.  É melhor que dure muitos anos  e que, já velho, ancores na ilha,  rico com tudo que ganhaste no caminho,  sem esperar que Ítaca te dê riqueza.  Ítaca deu-te a bela viagem.  Sem ela não te porias a caminho.  Nada mais tem a dar-te. 

Embora a encontres pobre, Ítaca não te enganou.  Sábio assim como te tornaste, com tanta experiência,  já deves ter compreendido o que significam as Ítacas.