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[prettywomenlonglegs]

[literaryvein-reblogs]

100 Words for Worldbuilding

Some sensory words that can enhance your story/poem.

A-E

Acid - sour, burnt; vinegary

Acrid - strong, biting (e.g., something on fire)

Airy - natural smelling, (e.g., clean, fresh air)

Ambrosial - fragrant; having a pleasant smell

Aroma - strong, yet pleasant scent

Aura - smell surrounding something

Balm - soothing scent

Billowy - scent that surges and wanes

Biting - pungent, sharp or harsh

Bouquet - blend of floral scents

Briny - salty

Buttery - smooth; rich; greasy

Citrusy - crisp notes of any citrus fruit

Clean - very light scent, clean and natural

Cottony - soft; smooth or delicate

Creaky - squeaky; showing signs of deterioration

Crisp - fresh and natural

Crystalline - strikingly clear or sparkling

Dirty - nasty, unpleasant odor

Doggy - odor like an unbathed or wet canine

Downy - soft, soothing; silky; delicate

Earthy - recently dug or tilled soil

Essence - basic, natural scent

F-M

Faint - very light or mild; can barely be detected

Feminine - floral fragrances

Fetid - decaying or rotting smell

Fishy - smelling of fish; pungent, strong, unpleasant

Fleecy - shaggy; woolly

Floral - scents associated with flowers

Flowery - fragrance similar to flowers

Foamy - frothy; bubbly

Fragrance - pleasant smell

Fresh - natural smelling, rather than artificial

Fruity - having the flavor or aroma of ripe fruit; sweet

Gaudy - excessively showy

Gingery - pungent; sharp, robust taste or aroma

Globular - spherical

Gossamer - light, delicate, or insubstantial

Grainy - coarse; sandy; unrefined

Heady - very strong aroma

Incense - strong scent

Lemony - tart, piquant citrus notes

Lilac - rich floral scent combining rose with vanilla

Lime - refreshing and zesty citrus smell

Loamy - fragrance with an earthy note

Masculine - earthy fragrances

Medicinal - earthy; often unpleasant

Mildewed - soaked in wetness that has gone stale

Minty - menthol-like smell (e.g., mint tea or peppermint candy)

Misty - mild fragrance, not overpowering

Moist - smell of dew or rainfall

Moldy - damp, fungus-like odor

Musty - old smell; stale and probably moldy

N-R

Nauseating - odor that makes one sick to the stomach

Odorize - changing the scent

Overpowering - too strong of a smell

Peppery - hot, pungent, fiery; stinging

Perfumed - artificial fragrance, not natural-smelling

Pheromone - natural scents

Piercing - loud, shrill; biting

Pine - crisp, refreshing evergreen smell

Piquant - pleasantly pungent, sharp, or spicy taste

Plastic - artificial chemical polymer odor

Poignant - pungently pervasive; piercing

Prickly - stinging; irritating; itchy

Pristine - fresh and clean as or as if new

Pungent - strong fragrance

Putrid - stench of decay

Rancid - spoiled; food that has gone bad

Rank - offensive in odor or flavor

Redolent - having a strong, permeating odor

Repulsive - off-putting odor

Rich - strong, resounding smell that is appealing to the senses

Ripe - brought by aging to full flavor or the best state

Rose - spicy yet sweet fragrance

Rotten - spoiled, rancid, unpalatable

S-Z

Savory - spicy, salty scent that has no elements of sweetness

Sharp - pungent fragrance that permeates the air

Skunky - noxious smell that lingers; sulfuric (like rotten eggs) odor

Smoky - scent of burning wood

Soapy - smooth and slippery

Sour - rancid, sickly sweet smell

Spicy - sharp, heady, can sting or tickle the nose

Spoiled - rotten; something that has “gone bad”

Stale - old, dusty, stagnant odor

Stinking - unpleasant, foul smell

Sweaty - perspiration odor

Sweet - sugary smell

Tangy - having a powerfully stimulating odor or flavor; acidic

Tantalizing - arouses or stimulates desire or interest

Tart - sharp fragrance or taste

Tasteless - arousing no interest; dull

Tempting - having an appeal; enticing

Trace - a tiny amount of fragrance

Velvety - soft, smooth, thick, or richly hued

Vinegary - sour; disagreeable, bitter, or irascible

Whiff - a fleeting scent

Wispy - hint of fragrance in the air

Woodsy - forest-like smell

Zesty - sharp and pleasantly stimulating

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[mrlarkstin]

Eramus Larkstin

B A S I C S

Name: Eramus Larkstin

Nicknames: None

Age: 31 (Age he became an immortal dragon at)

Nameday: 29th Sun of the 1st Astral Moon

Race: Ishgardian Elezen

Gender: Transman

Orientation: Pansexual

Profession: Warrior of Light, Culinarian, Alchemist

P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S

Hair: A messy mop of dusty rose and dark red hair. The messy nature really shows just how busy he is. The feathers he braids into his hair are feathers from his lover Vrtra.

Eyes: Originally evergreen, the light poisoning turned his eyes a bright emerald, and now, thanks to joining with Azem, he has one orange eye and one green eye. Both his pupils are slit thanks to Vrtra's blood coursing through him.

Skin: Pale and covered in cream scales from Vrtra's blood that keeps him alive.

Tattoos/Scars: A red dragon in a tea cup sits on his left shoulder, a reminder of a friend who fell in the Calamity 5 years ago. He has scars all over his body, scars from his top surgery and scars from battles won and lost.

F A M I L Y

Parents: Biological mother has passed, his biological father lives in the Firmament in Ishgard. He was raised but a lovely Hyur couple called Marie and Fenris Furor. They are his entire world, he is working on his relationship with his biological father still.

Siblings: His adoptive sister Kaolin! Marie and Fenris' daughter!

Grandparents: N/A. He never met either set of his grandparents, hes not even sure if they are alive or not.

In-Laws/Others: Oh boy, lmao, he is married to both Vrtra and Estinien. So he has Alberic and all the remaining greatwyrms as well as Middie in his ear constantly lmao nothing worse then a father in law in your ear all the time!! He also has two kids as of 6.5! Harklan, his oldest son and Altan his youngest daughter!

S K I L L S

Abilities: A skilled culinarian, there is nothing he cannot make. He is also an excellent Paladin and has been blessed by Halone (Oathbreaker), Hydaelyn (Hydaelyn's Chosen) and currently by Vrtra (Vrtra's Valiant).

Hobbies: He loves to read, bake and cook, shop and travel. And nothing brings him more joy then just curling up with his family and spending the evening reading or cooking with them!

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: Die hard loyal.

Most Negative Trait: Quiet, baring sins of the past alone.

L I K E S

Colours: Whites, greens, reds and golds.

Smells: Fresh cut grass, the forest after a rain fall, the ocean and a bakery.

Textures: Comfortable and soft fabrics!

O T H E R D E T A I L S

Smokes: Nope!

Drinks: Only in the bath or during a celebration.

Mount Insurance: HE IS INSURED TO THE TEETH

Been Arrested: No, but he has killed a man and gotten away with it. He will take it to his grave.

Tagged By: @sundered-souls & @lilbittymonster Thank you!! This was fun!

Tagging: @ishgardenjoyer @weedsmokingcatgirl @asteriasfallingstarsandtears @ishgardmuffin @avalon821 @bnuuywol (No pressure to do it!)

[lostinfic]

Fic: Winter happens, like a secret

Cesare x Lucrezia | Rated E | 3k words

Summary: Cesare has been gone for many weeks, fighting in the Romagna after the Sforza’s downfall, but one snowy Christmas Eve, he returns home to Lucrezia. Has she forgiven him for killing Alfonso?

The box was wrapped in a handkerchief, tied together with a velvet ribbon. Rather than look inside the box, she unravelled the red ribbon and slipped it around her brother’s neck. He chuckled. “What are you doing?” “You are my present this year,” she said. She pulled on the ribbon lightly, coaxing him closer though he could easily resist it if he so wished. He didn’t resist.

Loosely based on the infamous Folgers commercial, but set in Renaissance-era Italy.

Read on Ao3 or under the cut ↓

Lucrezia woke up in the middle of the night, her light slumber disturbed by a change in the luminosity beyond her eyelids. The night sky seemed aglow behind the curtains. The fire had faded down to embers, and warmth had seeped out of the room. She slipped on a red, fur-lined robe and went to the window. Outside, snowflakes drifted down from the sky, draping the garden in white. It was so bright, moonlight seemed to emanate from the ground itself.  

She laughed, delighted by the snow, though the feeling in her heart was closer to melancholy than joy. 

Tiptoeing down the stairs, she made her way to the kitchen. The cook and servants had been hard at work preparing food for tomorrow’s Vigila di Natale feast. Lucrezia filled a pot with water, added mint, honey, orange peels, ginger and tea leaves to it, then hung it above the fire in the hearth. Djem had introduced her to tea, and she was pleased to find some Asian ships, trading in the port of Naples, carried the leaves even though few locals drank it. She stirred the simmering water with a wooden spoon, and delicious aromas rose from the pot. She could have woken up a maid to make it, but she wanted to be alone. Admiring the falling snow through the frosted window, she warmed her hands on the earthenware cup and sipped her tea. 

Inevitably, her thoughts turned to Cesare.

Lucrezia had spent the Novena— the nine days before Christmas— reflecting on the Bible, singing carols and praying in St. Peter’s. The Pope had commissioned a splendid Nativity scene, and boughs of evergreen perfumed the space with their scent so deeply associated with Christmas. The populace filled the basilica with joyous hymns and brightly coloured attires, unlike Lucrezia who wore her widow’s blacks and whose heart was too heavy to be lifted by music. Six months had passed since Alfonso’s death, regrets rather than grief filled her heart now. Soon, her father would seek to marry her off again. Though who would take her, when rumours of Cesare’s hand in murdering Alfonso circulated around Rome which in turn reignited the gossip of an incestuous relationship. Had anyone heard the prayers she whispered in her mind, it would only have added fuel to the fire: she prayed to rid herself of this sinful desire for her brother, prayed to hate him, but in the same second, she prayed for his safety, his return and his eternal love. She promised God a life of holy devotion yet longed for her brother’s presence and dreamt of his lips at her neck. 

Cesare had been gone for months now, on some mission for the Holy Father— punishment for killing Alfonso and ruining their shaky alliance with Naples. Since capturing Caterina Sforza and killing her son and both her cousins, he had made many enemies. Yet he still pursued control over the Romagna. She and her parents hadn’t heard of him in a long time. And it seemed to Lucrezia that half her mind and heart were with him, somewhere beyond Rome. She willed each of her breaths to fill his lungs and each beat of her heart to push blood through his veins. In her darkest moments, she worried he had died, or worse, travelled back to France, to spend the holidays with his new family.  

Still, she had made garlands of dried citrus slices to hang around the house and infuse her gloomy mood with merriment, for Giovanni’s sake. The scent of lemon and firewood filled their home. Cousin Adriana would arrive soon with her family, as well as cousins from Spain, seeking some favour from the Pope, no doubt. Would she be able to keep a smile on until Epiphany? 

Lucrezia sighed. She’d drank half her tea without savouring it. Snow fell in big, fluffy clumps now. 

A man on horseback came through the gates. The horse’s clip-clopping disturbed the silent night, and hoofprints marred the pristine snow. Fear clutched her guts— at this hour, he could only bring bad news. Sweat beaded down her spine as she imagined he would tell her Cesare had died. 

The man appeared in no hurry to deliver the news. He stopped in the middle of the courtyard and waited for the stable boy to stumble out. She recognized the familiar grace with which he jumped off his horse, but she dared not hope. At last, the man lowered his hood and looked up in the direction of her bedroom window. Moonlight highlighted dark curls, stubbled cheeks and green eyes. Her heart leapt in her chest. 

Lucrezia rushed towards the kitchen door and yanked it open just as he was reaching it. 

“Cesare!” his name came out with a cloud on her breath. 

She jumped in his arms, and he caught her as he had so many times before. His cold nose tip pressed against her neck and sent a shiver through her. The snowflakes dusting his hair melted against her flushed cheeks. Her other half was back, and her whole body sang with relief. 

Holding her up, he carried her in, kicking the door close behind them with his foot. He murmured her name and sagged against her, tension released from his shoulders. 

“Why are you slipping in during the night like a phantom?”  

She kept her voice down. She should have woken up her mother who worried about Cesare too, but she wanted a moment alone with her dear brother. 

“I could not wait any longer,” he said. 

He slipped his hands under her dressing gown. However, the minute his frozen fingertips met her waist, she squirmed away with a squeal. He laughed at her reaction.  

She loved his laughter, she had missed it. The way it came out of his throat in a burst of giggles, more high-pitched than expected, and how he would try to contain it, pressing his lips together but a smile always remained, like a mischievous kid.  

Lucrezia took his large hands and rubbed them between her small palms, blowing warm breath on his fingers.  

“I have missed those hands,” she said. 

“And I have missed that face.” 

They took comfort in repeating those words they had said years ago, as if they could have their innocence back. In that moment, they could pretend their relationship had not changed, that despite sharing a bed and killing Juan and Alfonso, they were the same boy and girl who had once reunited in a deserted Apolostic palace. 

He kissed her hands, though with some restraint. His hasty departure, not long after Alfonso’s death, had left some things unresolved between them.   

“I’m starving,” he announced. 

Lucrezia lit a candle as he surveyed the food laid out in the kitchen.  

“Ah, good food, at last,” he said, picking candied fruits and chestnuts from a silver plate. 

She pushed his hand away. “It’s for the feast tonight.” 

With a cheeky grin, he popped a few honey-coated pistachios in his mouth. She offered him some tea which he sipped gratefully. The stone floor was cold under her feet, so she hopped up on the wooden counter, pushing aside a bouquet of dried rosemary. As he drank and warmed himself, he kept stealing glances at her, studying her reaction to his return. 

To be honest, Lucrezia was ambivalent. Though she was beyond happy to see him safe and home, of that there was no doubt, she questioned what form their relationship would take now. She knew what her body craved, what her heart hoped, but her rational mind cautioned her against it.  

“I brought you something, sis, from far away.” 

He should have waited until the 25th, but he never could restrain himself when he had an opportunity to cheer her up. And this proof that he had been thinking about her while he was away could only bring a smile to her lips. 

The box was wrapped in a handkerchief, tied together with a length of velvet ribbon. Rather than look inside the box, she unravelled the red ribbon and slipped it around her brother’s neck. 

He chuckled. “What are you doing?” 

“You are my present this year,” she said. 

She pulled lightly on both ends of the ribbon, coaxing him closer, though he could easily resist if he so wished— he didn’t resist. He stepped closer, leaning on his hands, placed each side of her knees. Sitting up on the counter, she was almost the same height as him. Suddenly serious, they looked into each other’s eyes, and she knew all too well these moments of tense silence in which one of them had to do the right thing. Neither of them looked away. She held onto the ribbon, and he stared at her, steadfast, intense. Anticipation made warmth pool low in her stomach. 

She had tried taking a lover, but quickly grew bored of the affair. Cesare had ruined her for other men, it seemed— and wouldn’t he like to know that. 

“You were my present too,” he said, in a low voice. “The day Mother put you in my arms, I had never held anything so precious.” He touched the ends of her loose blond waves as if it were spun gold. “I knew, even as a boy, that I would do anything to protect you…” 

She realized then, this was about Alfonso. 

“Do you forgive me?” he asked. 

“We are Borgias, brother, we never forgive.”  

He squeezed his eyes shut, pained to hear those words as much as she was to have voiced them. 

“And so, I cannot forgive even myself,” she continued, finally saying aloud the thoughts that had plagued her but which she could not share with anyone, “for I also am to blame for my husband’s death.” 

Cesare rested his forehead against hers, shaking his head in disagreement. She ran her fingers through his hair and gripped a fistful of curls. 

“It is the truth,” she said. 

“It was my fault. I wielded the blade and I—” 

“Yes, you wielded the blade,” Lucrezia said, working open his leather doublet, stiff with cold, “but I wield your heart.” She slipped her hands inside, spreading them over his chest. “As you do mine.”  

Under her palms, his heart was beating so fast it threatened to escape his ribcage. He could not deny the truth of her words.  

“Peace, brother,” she murmured soothingly, caressing his chest. His skin was damp under the leather. 

He rubbed his nose against hers, slowly, eyes closed, with none of the usual playfulness. He didn’t try to kiss her but neither did he step away. She tasted his honey-sweet sigh across her mouth. 

“Lucrezia,” he whispered her name with such adoration, but tainted with pain and reluctance. 

Why try to resist the inevitable? Was there virtue in a half-hearted effort? 

“Make me yours again.” 

His chest rumbled with something like a growl.  

When she brushed her lips against his, he captured her mouth. He kissed her deeply, hands tightening in the heavy fabric of her robe.  

Though she had not forgiven him in words, it was a kiss of absolution. Ardent and tender and so full of love, tears gathered at the corners of his eyes. 

She loved him, always, in spite of everything. He had made her that way, with his gentleness and indulgence, with his jealousy and adoring gaze. She could not even hold it against him. She had blossomed in his light and always would seek it. Nothing else would do. No one else would do.  

They broke the kiss well before they’d had their fill. 

Cesare searched her face for a sign of reluctance or regret, but he found the opposite. There was still time for one of them to pull away— usually Cesare. Instead, his hand slid up her back, along her spine, to cup the nape of her neck. That touch always filled her with such a delicious haze. Even back when she was too innocent to understand what it kindled in her, she sought it, luxuriated in it. And just like that, God was sitting in the room with them again. Her chest swelled with elation and the top of her head tingled from a shower of invisible, yet tangible light which descended upon them, shielded them. And the silence, only broken by the crackling fire, became almost musical. 

She touched Cesare’s chin, and he smiled. 

“I’ve missed this,” he whispered before kissing her again. 

She parted her lips for him, welcomed his tongue, and spread her legs. 

Hips cradled between her thighs, he assailed her neck with ravenous kisses. In his hunger, he nearly ripped open her shift. Her dressing gown slipped from her shoulders. Her short nails raked down his abdomen, towards his belt.  

The cold draught in the room was no match for the fever overtaking them. She made quick work of his codpiece, and he tugged her to the edge of the counter.  

He pushed her shift up her thighs and, for a moment, seemed lost in the softness of her skin and marvelled at how small she was next to him.  

Slipping her hand inside his pants, Lucrezia spurred him back into action. He bucked his hips into her palm with a ragged moan and found her wet and wanting under her bedclothes.  

Cesare sought her gaze then entered her in one long, luxurious thrust. Pleasure knocked the breath from their lungs as they clung to each other.  

She used to think time and longing had embellished her memory of their lovemaking. Surely, it could not have been as amazing as she made it out to be in her mind. But it was. A miracle. Rapture. She could not doubt they were two halves of the same whole, meant to be together lest they withered apart. 

Already pleasure made her toes curl and her core clench with each thrust. 

“Oh, God!” she moaned, throwing her head back. 

“I don’t think God wants anything to do with this,” he joked. 

“Then he should not have made you so well-endowed.” 

He grinned, and she kissed him, wanting to taste his joy, to take it inside herself. 

Laughter and sighs of pleasure mingled as they moved together. 

Anyone could have walked in on them, embracing passionately in the kitchen, but they were too far gone to care. 

-

Out of breath and utterly satisfied, Lucrezia slumped down on the counter, “Happy Christmas,” she said.  

He smiled, gazing down at her, admiring her body where her shift clung to her sweat-damp skin. The ribbon still hung around his neck, and she used it to pull him down to her for a kiss. 

“I think I’d better not let you get used to having me on a leash,” he said as if that had not already been the case for years. 

He removed the ribbon from his neck and tied it in a bow around hers. 

“Beautiful,” he said. 

He was still in her, half-hard, her legs locked around his hips. There was a risk, she knew, that she might become pregnant. Would the Pope believe it was another Immaculate Conception if she said so? The thought amused her rather than scare her. 

After gathering food and wine, they headed upstairs to her bedroom. 

Cesare put another log in the fireplace and stirred the embers. He spared a moment to check on his godson, sleeping in the adjoining room. 

“Giovanni asked for you yesterday,” she said. 

“Perhaps that’s why I was in such a hurry to come back and rode through the night.” 

“Or is there another reason, perhaps?” 

She tilted her head with an impish smile. 

He hooked a finger under the ribbon at her throat and brought her lips to his. His kiss warmed her to her toes. 

“Will La Befana bring your son sweets or coal?” he asked. 

“Sweets, of course. He’s a angel.” She smiled proudly. 

“And tell me, my love, what will she bring me?” 

“We shall make our own sweetness, Cesare.” 

She picked a sweet from a plate and fed it to him. He sucked the sugar from her fingertips and peppered kisses down her wrist. In one swoop, he picked her up and carried her to bed. 

They cuddled under the covers, and talked of nothing important until the room was warm enough they could undress completely. Skin to skin, bodies entwined, they reaffirmed their bond and commitment to each other. 

It was one of the longest nights of the year, but the sun seemed to dawdle beyond the horizon just for them. 

In the morning, he would pretend his room was too cold without a fire or that he’d lost his way in the dark palazzo after weeks away. Outside, snow still blanketed Rome, it would melt in the daylight, but for now, it protected them with its silence and purity. 

[ladywatereton]

“In joy or sadness, flowers are our constant friends. We eat, drink, sing, dance, and flirt with them. We wed and christen with flowers. We dare not die without them. We have worshipped with the lily, we have meditated with the lotus, we have charged in battle array with the rose and chrysanthemum. We have even attempted to speak in the language of flowers. How could we live without them? It frightens one to conceive of a world bereft of their presence.”

💐 The Book Of Tea, Okakura Kakuzō (1906).

🎥 Anne of Green Gables: The Sequel (1987), Howard's End (1992), Pride&Prejudice (2005), Marie Antoinette (2006), Atonement (2007), Bright Star (2009), Anna Karenina (2012), La Belle et la Bête (2014), Emma (2020).

📺 North&South (2004), Anne With an E (2017), Sandition (2019), Bridgerton (2020).

📼 @greengableslover

🎶 Evergreen, Richy Mitch & The Coal Miners.

[friendlyneighbourhoodelf]

username song game

my love to @anxiousotters and @nobie for tagging me. giving you both a little kiss on the forehead <3

Rules: pick a song for each letter of your URL and tag that many people

this nearly killed me btw ! my usernames too long.

f - first light (hozier)

r - ring of roses (the trials of cato)

i - in the woods somewhere (hozier)

e - envy green (the arcadian wild)

n - NFWMB (hozier)

d - driver 8 (rem)

l - liar (the arcadian wild)

y - you’ve got the love (florence + the machine)

n - nightswimming (rem)

e - e-bow the letter (rem)

i - inkpot gods (the amazing devil)

g - gilderoy (granny’s attic)

h - hallelujah (leonard cohen)

b - bird song (florence + the machine)

o - oak & ash & thorn (the longest johns)

u - under pressure (queen, david bowie)

r - radio song (rem)

h - hurricane drunk (florence + the machine)

o - orange crush (rem)

o - oh, sleeper (the arcadian wild)

d - drinking song for the socially anxious (the amazing devil)

e - evergreen (BROODS)

l - lay all your love on me (ABBA)

f - find the river (rem)

i’m tagging anyone who sees this and wants to do it !!

[jaysgirlx]

If you made me a playlist, I would cherish it 😌😌😌😙

playlist for my dearest levi based on her amazing personality, how i see her and what i think she listens to. if any of my moots wants one, i will make one, just sent the 💿 emoji :)

* = my personal favs

— for the first time by mac demarco

— stayin' alive by bee gees

— girls just wanna have fun by cyndi lauper *

— 1985 by bo burnham *

— tainted love by soft cell

— uptown girl by billy joel

— what was i made for by billie eilish *

— another one bites dust by queen *

— wake me before you go by wham *

— everybody wants to rule the world by tears for tears *

— don't stop believin’ by journey *

— i'm still standing by elton john *

— from eden by hozier

— maneater by nelly furtado *

— we built this city by starship

— coraline by måneskin

— running up that hill by kate bush *

— bloody marry by lady gaga *

— riptide by vance joy

— smells like teen spirit by nirvana *

— ophelia by the lumineers

— edge of desire by john mayer

— telephone by lady gaga *

— jolene by dolly parton

— you give love a bad name by bon jovi *

— rolling in the deep by adele

— gravity by john mayer

— killer queen by queen

— no matter where you are by us the duo *

— jump by van halen

— don't go breaking my heart by elton john & kiki dee *

— fast car by tracy chapman *

— bad romance by lady gaga *

— money money money by abba *

— ghostbusters by ray parker jr *

— dream on by aerosmith *

— stop this train by john mayer

— september by earth, wind & fire *

— would that i by hozier

— should i stay or should i go by the clash *

— evergreen by richy mitch & the coal mine

— applause by lady gaga *

— billie jean by michael jackson *

— zitte e buoni by måneskin

— sweet child o' mine by guns n' roses

— cherry wine by hozier

— you make my dreams by daryl hall & john oates

— babooshka by kate bush

— summer of '69 by bryan adams

— dancing queen by abba *

50 songs

3h & 14m

[critical-quoter]

April Books

Holy moly, I have surpassed the 50% mark of my reading goal for this year. BookTok still has a chokehold on me so my TBR on Goodreads on consistently over 1200 books, and constantly being increased.

Stay Over - Kaylee Ryan ⭐️⭐️⭐️ Warrior - A. M. Brooks ⭐️⭐️⭐️ Wild Heart - Lacy Chantell ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Spark of Obsession - Victoria Dawson ⭐️⭐️⭐️ Plus Size for the Billionaire - R. J. Stevens ⭐️ You Can Follow Me - Jo Brenner ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Lose Me in the Shadows - Jo Brenner ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Meet Me in the Dark - Jo Brenner ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Owned by a Sinner - Michelle Heard ⭐️⭐️⭐️ Siren - R. J. Lewis & A. R. Rose ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Savage Seduction - Didi Sands ⭐️⭐️ Sick Boys - Clarissa Wild ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ The Dreaming Forest - L. B. Black ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Where's Molly - H. D. Carlton ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ The Pieces Left Behind - Ryan Marie ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ A Rebel's Promise - Sara Blackard ⭐️⭐️⭐️ Brawler - Colleen Charles ⭐️⭐️⭐️ Thalia De Luca - Jaclin Marie ⭐️⭐️ When It Ends - Penelope Black ⭐️⭐️ Sorry. Not Sorry - Emily James ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ My Anti-Hero - Titan ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Axel - Samantha Whiskey ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ To Wake A Kingdom - Nisha J. Tuli ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Butcher & Blackbird - Brynne Weaver ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ 'Til Encryption Do Us Part - Cathleen Cole & Frank Jensen ⭐️⭐️⭐️ Saved - Hazel James ⭐️⭐️⭐️ Fearlessly Bound - Zainab Samba ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ The Piece That Breaks - N. J. Gray ⭐️⭐️⭐️ Easy Like Sunday Morning - Kenya Goree-Bell ⭐️⭐️ The Pucking Wrong Guy - C. R. Jane ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Reckless Hands - T. L. Smith ⭐️⭐️ Resisting the Grump - Ashley Muñoz ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ The Pucking Wrong Date - C. R. Jane ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Blood of My Monster - Rina Kent ⭐️⭐️⭐️ In Your Wildest Dreams - Rebecca Jenshak ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Liees of My Monster - Rina Kent ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Blood of My Monster - Rina Kent ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Fearless King - Zainab Samba ⭐️⭐️ Saving Vienna - Vikki Jay ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Evergreen Ivy - Ada Taylor ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ The Payback - Mila Sin & Manuela Rouget ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Fifty Shades of Grey - E. L. James ⭐️⭐️ Grey - E. L. James ⭐️⭐️⭐️ Welcome to Fae Cafe - Jennifer Kropf ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Born of Mist and Dragonfire - Ava Thorne ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Keeping My Bride - Angela Snyder ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Battle Within - Christina Mattingly ⭐️⭐️ Dark Obsession - Hope Ford ⭐️⭐️⭐️ Small Town Swoon - Melanie Harlow ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Hate Like Ours - Nikita ⭐️⭐️ The Deal Dilemma - Meagan Brandy ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Dig - L. A. Ferro ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Rancher's Seduction - Nicole Simon ���️ I Almost Do - Evangeline Williams ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Plays Well With Others - Lauren Blakely ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Heart Trick - Kristen Granata ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ A False Start - Elsie Silver ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Falling for You - T. Thomas ⭐️⭐️ Mafia and Protector - Isa Oliver ⭐️⭐️ Recklessly You - J. Morales ⭐️⭐️⭐️ All Rhodes Lead Here - Mariana Zapata ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

61 total books read for April 2024!

[violettesiren]

O Red Rose of June, Like a lingering ember From fires of December Rekindled for boon, When a wild afternoon Like a grey ghost goes gliding And creeping and hiding From a sorrowful moon — A reproachful white moon!

O Red Rose of pain, Like the last spark that flashes From smouldering ashes Of love on the wane! Thro’ the pitiless rain, And the wind’s wistful sobbing A dead march is throbbing Again and again, And for ever again.

O Red Rose new born, Like a scimitar flaming And flashing and shaming Life’s fear and its scorn, Levin love-lilt new torn From storm-torrents sweeping From fountain heads leaping From lips of the morn — Of Hope’s evergreen morn!

Rekindled for boon, When the genii of sorrows Of all the to-morrows Combine and commune In a wild rebel rune, Bright symbol and token! — Full foreword fain spoken! — O Red Rose of June! Brave Red Rose of June!

June Roses by Marie E. J. Pitt

[tryst-art-archive]

Khra-nicles: Narrators Scrap

Condescending minutes slipped by in the conga line of time. I fidgeted unhappily; they were making me wait just for the sake of being rude; they always did.  They’d be hoping I would think and brood and make myself nervous. The fact that it was working only served to irk me.

              At length, the tall members of the Narrator’s Council slipped into the Audience Chamber, moving with a faint rush as of the wind through reeds. Surrounded by Dragonfolk eyes with their unnamable quality of Knowing, I rose from my chair and stared coolly down at them, my own Knowing eyes staring back, but from a Raethiann face.

              Well, “staring down” isn’t quite right. Sitting, they were at my eye level. Standing, they towered above me; I’m unusually short for a Narrator.

              The moderator of the Council, Mevit (whose name was half decent as far as Dragonfolk names go), presently opened the meeting with the traditional phrase: “I Know.” I shuddered inside at the sentence (spoken in the language of the Dragonfolk, of course); I had always been highly atypical of the Dragonfolk and had always been righteously proud of the fact. My long removal from the Verde Islands to the land of animal-men, Raeth, had further deteriorated the Dragonfolk thread in me. The Raethian “mellowness” (as they say in P’tak) had seeped into me and though I was pretentious for a Raethian, I was unduly casual for a Dragonfolk woman. The occasional trips to the human continent, Nassab, had striped away various Dragonfolk sensibilities, leaving me strange to humans, Raethians, and the Dragonfolk alike.

              But I hardly minded any of that; what bothered me now was the complacency in that single “I know.” There were undertones there. Tones of “I KNOW because I have been CHOSEN and you, who are so much more foolish than I, could never hope to KNOW AS I KNOW. I humbly request that you do not attempt to fool thineself.”

              “Rhawen Evergreen Fox,” Mevit said, saying the name like it was something foul. “Do you know why we have called you here?”

              “Not for tea and biscuits, I expect,” I replied, unamused. Vihemeth frowned at me, looking more like a person deserving such a godawful name in doing so. He’d just love it if I behaved myself and did as I was told, I thought. He’s a good man, but he’s still Dragonfolk in the end.

              Mevit had said something, but I’d missed it, calling attention to my ignorance with a distinctive “Wut?”

              It was hard not to laugh at Mevit when he was angry. “We have called you here,” he said slowly, “to discuss your latest Tale regarding one Kriamiss Orientere.”

              “Ah, yes. And I think it’ll be a good one, too. Perhaps you’d like to read what I have down so far?”  Oh, sarcasm! Truly, you are my friend.

              “That is unnecessary; we here have no desire to read code-breaking drivel.”

              “Oh,” I said. But what ran through my mind was righteous anger; such an insult! Me! A nearly-omniscient Narrator, charged (amongst others) with recording the great histories of the world, write drivel? Oh, there would be hell to pay.

              “‘Oh’, indeed.” Mevit glared over steepled fingers, trying too look menacing but really trying to hard for it to be effective. “Rhawen E. Fox, you are charged with the heinous crime of placing yourself in your own Tale and interfering with its natural flow.”

              “And for wearing that horrid form!” Glaivde added in her shrill voice. She had recently spent some time with a noble family on Nassab and wore a human form; she appeared as exactly the sort of wrinkled old woman to own such a nails-on-the-chalkboard voice. The stereotyping was rather comical.

              Ignoring Glaivde, I responded with my best scolding mother voice. “Why, Mevit, I’m surprised at you. How can you presume to know what the Creators intend for a Tale?” (Much to my pleasure, Vihemeth looked a bit like he was going to blow a gasket; how I do love vexing him.)

              I was rewarded with an affronted gasp on all sides; Mevit’s was followed by the spluttered statement, “W-we are omniscient, Rhawen, and—“

              “Nearly omniscient, Mevit,” I corrected. “And you forget that I share that same omniscience with you and the rest of those noble Narrators here gathered. If any Creator wished our omniscience to know their designs, I would know them as sure as you would. No Creator has condemned my action, though I have broken the rules and done so consciously.” Murmured disgust drifted through the room. Consciously neglecting the Narrator’s code?! Preposterous! Unthinkable!

              “Blasphemy!” was the particular adjective to fly from Glaivde. It summed up their mood nicely.

              Vihemeth rose, hands on table, leering over me. “What nonsense are you suggesting, Rhawen?” It was, perhaps, incredibly lucky that his posture prevented the others from getting a clear look at his face, for behind that queer Dragon quality in his eyes, his everlasting sympathy for me was plain to see and all the political maneuvering in the world would not have saved his reputation – that one thing that seemed to save me, again and again, from losing the station of Narrator, my reason for being.

              I dropped my eyes from his and looked toward Mivet instead. “I merely suggest that the rules be broken this once. After all, I have already taken up the Tale and must see it through to the end.”

              “That is as may be. We cannot argue the necessity of completing a Tale.” Mevit exchanged nods with his fellows. “However,” he said now, the old hatred flaring, “that still begs the question: what is to become of you and your Tale afterward? You have broken the rules, Rhawen. The impartiality of the Tale is tainted by your personal involvement, and the old rule that we never write of ourselves broken.”

              In a fit of frustration, Vihemeth threw out, “At least you haven’t written of one of our Council meetings!”

              A small smile slipped onto my face, just for Vihemeth to see, and he looked suddenly terribly afraid, breathing, “Oh, you wouldn’t… would you? No, Rhawen, don’t—“

              But I turned away from him; Mevit was jabbering again.

              “I believe it would be wise for us to revoke your right to Narrate and destroy the Tale in question upon its completion.”

              A stony cold silence entered the room; this was a radical move. Not unheard of, but still terribly harsh.

              Presently, the unthinkable happened; Glaivde spoke in my defense.

              “Mevit,” she began timidly. “Are you certain of the wisdom of this? Her crime is steep, indeed, but to both prevent her further Writing and destroy the Tale… well. That’s just… cruel, isn’t it?”

              Mevit began softly, gaining volume and passion as he spoke. “Need I remind you, Glaivde, that Rhawen has been a thorn in our side for many years now, constantly pushing against the limitations specified by the Narrator’s Code, constantly just being out of our judicial grasp. Well, not today.”

              “You look like Maroc.” The tyrant’s name slipped out of my mouth before I could stop it, and the silence that settled was the silence before the ice cracks and the frozen waters swallow you whole.

              “I am no tyrant, Rhawen.” It was a quiet phrase. Deadly quiet.

              Words tumbled out, unchecked and unstoppable. “No. At least, not in name. This Council eats from your hand, though. Surely you know that much. Surely you’ve learned to use it. And this is why you want me gone, isn’t it? It isn’t about the Narrators’ ideals or any thing else like them.” I could feel the horrified stares of my fellow Narrators. They knew all this, had known all this, but here I was, in ill graces, committing virtual or literal suicide by saying the things that were better left unsaid.

              Mevit and I stared at each other for a long time. At length, he said, “Go. You and your Tale are safe.” There was a tacit “for the time being,” understood by all.

              I bowed, and left the room. I could hear the clamor of their voices as I walked down the hall.

[vanishinghost]

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[srikrishnadiamonds]

Latest Trends at the Trendsetting Jewellery Store in Bangalore - Sri Krishna Diamonds and Jewellery

When it comes to elegance, innovation, and timeless craftsmanship, Sri Krishna Diamonds and Jewellery stands as one of the most prestigious jewellery stores in Bangalore. Nestled in the vibrant heart of the city, this iconic jewellery shop in Bangalore has become synonymous with luxury and excellence, offering designs that blend heritage with modern trends. Let us take you through the latest trends at this trendsetting store that have captured the hearts of jewelry enthusiasts across Bangalore.

The Rise of Minimalist Jewellery: A Contemporary Twist

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Minimalism is reshaping the jewelry landscape, and Sri Krishna Diamonds and Jewellery is at the forefront of this revolution. With the fast-paced lifestyles of today, customers are gravitating towards jewelry stores in Bangalore that offer elegant, lightweight pieces perfect for everyday wear. The store features:

Delicate gold chains and pendants designed for simplicity and sophistication.

Stackable rings in white gold, rose gold, and platinum, adding a subtle charm to your ensemble.

Earrings with geometric designs, featuring clean lines and minimal embellishments for a modern touch.

The collection caters to individuals who want their jewelry to be an understated expression of their personality.

Traditional Jewelry with a Modern Flair

In a city as culturally rich as Bangalore, traditional jewelry remains evergreen. However, Sri Krishna Diamonds and Jewellery has revolutionized the classics by integrating modern elements into their designs. Their jewellery shop in Bangalore showcases:

Temple jewelry sets with intricate carvings and precious gemstones, perfect for weddings and festivals.

Heritage-inspired chokers and necklaces crafted in antique gold, offering a timeless allure.

Contemporary Kundan jewelry, where traditional craftsmanship meets modern styling, appealing to younger generations.

This fusion ensures that tradition never goes out of style while appealing to a broader audience.

Customization: Jewelry that Tells Your Story

Personalization is one of the strongest trends in the jewelry industry, and Sri Krishna Diamonds and Jewellery excels at offering custom-made pieces. Whether it’s an engagement ring or a bespoke necklace, the team at this jewellery shop in Bangalore collaborates closely with clients to bring their vision to life. Popular customizations include:

Engraved jewelry featuring meaningful quotes, dates, or initials.

Birthstone jewelry tailored to add a personal and spiritual connection.

Unique designs inspired by nature, architecture, or personal milestones.

Every custom piece from Sri Krishna reflects the customer’s unique journey, making it truly one-of-a-kind.

Sustainable and Ethical Jewelry: A Commitment to the Planet

Sri Krishna Diamonds and Jewellery is leading the charge among jewelry stores in Bangalore by embracing sustainable and ethical practices. Their commitment to the environment is evident in their:

Lab-grown diamonds, offering the same brilliance as mined diamonds while reducing environmental impact.

Use of recycled gold to create exquisite pieces without depleting natural resources.

Transparent sourcing of materials, ensuring that every gemstone and metal adheres to ethical standards.

This commitment has resonated with eco-conscious customers who seek beauty without compromise.

Statement Jewelry: Bold and Unforgettable

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These designs ensure that all eyes are on you, no matter the occasion.

The Charm of Vintage Jewelry

Vintage-inspired jewelry is making a grand comeback, and Sri Krishna Diamonds and Jewellery offers an exclusive collection that captures the charm of bygone eras. Their jewellery shop in Bangalore features:

Victorian-style diamond necklaces with intricate detailing.

Art Deco-inspired bracelets showcasing bold geometric patterns and vibrant gemstones.

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These timeless pieces are perfect for collectors and those who appreciate history and craftsmanship.

Jewelry for Men: Breaking Barriers

Sri Krishna Diamonds and Jewellery is redefining men’s fashion with its exclusive collection of men’s jewelry. Recognizing the rising demand for male accessories, the jewelry stores in Bangalore now offer:

Stylish bracelets crafted from leather, silver, or gold.

Cufflinks and tie pins designed for sophistication and class.

Bold rings and chains that exude masculinity and elegance.

This trend has transformed the perception of jewelry, making it a symbol of self-expression for men.

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With countless jewelry stores in Bangalore, Sri Krishna Diamonds and Jewellery stands out due to its unwavering dedication to quality, design, and customer satisfaction. Here’s why customers prefer this jewellery shop in Bangalore:

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Sri Krishna Diamonds and Jewellery continues to set trends and raise the bar for jewelry design in Bangalore. Whether you’re looking for a timeless classic or a modern masterpiece, this trendsetting store promises to exceed your expectations. Visit their store today and experience the magic of craftsmanship, innovation, and tradition.

[rhikasa]

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[just-absolutely-super]

Sonic plot concept: Sonic, Tails, and Amy arrive on the Acorn Archi[e]pelago, soon to be renamed as the Bananacorn Archi[e]pelago [IT'S SUCH A DUMB NAME, I LOVE IT!], considering Sonic's old pal Princess Sally Acorn is engaged and to marry Prince Monkey "Ken" Khan.

Unfortunately, arch-enemy Dr. Eggman returns uninvited with old and new tricks up his sleeve!

Join Sonic, Tails, Amy and new playable characters Sally and Khan as they speed and fight their way through evergreen woods puddled with streaks of sunlight, thorny jungles, dazzling lagoons, and perilous rainforests to save the wedding guests before they're completely roboticized. Defeat past friends from the Archie comics such as Rotor Walrus, Antoine, and Bunnie as they're enclosed in enormous animal robots themselves that have such an uncanny resemblance to themselves.

The ending has Sonic flirtatiously asking Amy Rose for a dance during the royal reception.

Nice concept Anon

If that were a fanfic I’d definitely consider reading it (even if I don’t know the Archie characters well lol)

[musicverse11]

Bappi Lahiri’s Collaborations: A Melodic Journey with Legends

Bappi Lahiri, often referred to as the “Disco King” of India, holds a special place in the hearts of music lovers across the globe. A pioneer in introducing disco music to Bollywood, Bappi Lahiri’s unique style redefined the Indian music scene in the 1970s and 1980s. Known for his peppy beats, iconic melodies, and vibrant persona, he left an indelible mark on Indian cinema and music. This article explores his journey, his contributions to the world of music, and the legacy he has left behind.

Early Life and Musical Beginnings

Born Alokesh Lahiri on November 27, 1952, in Jalpaiguri, West Bengal, Bappi Lahiri grew up in a musically enriched family. His father, Aparesh Lahiri, was a renowned Bengali classical singer, while his mother, Bansari Lahiri, was well-versed in classical music and Shyama Sangeet. Surrounded by music, Bappi started learning the tabla at the tender age of three, showcasing a natural flair for rhythm and melody. It was clear early on that he was destined for a life immersed in music.

Bappi drew inspiration from global music trends, particularly Western pop and disco, which were gaining popularity during his youth. This influence would later define his career and establish him as a trailblazer in Bollywood music.

Rise to Stardom in Bollywood

Bappi Lahiri’s Bollywood journey began in the early 1970s when he composed music for the Bengali film Daadu in 1972. He soon transitioned to Hindi cinema, making his debut as a music director in the film Nanha Shikari (1973). However, his breakthrough came with the 1975 movie Zakhmee, where he not only composed the music but also lent his voice to a few tracks. The songs from this movie became instant hits, showcasing his ability to create memorable melodies.

It was during the late 1970s and early 1980s that Bappi Lahiri truly rose to prominence. Films like Chalte Chalte (1976) and Disco Dancer (1982) cemented his reputation as a hitmaker. The song “Chalte Chalte Mere Yeh Geet Yaad Rakhna” became a timeless classic, while “I Am a Disco Dancer” became an anthem for a generation. His ability to infuse Indian melodies with Western disco beats created a distinct sound that was both innovative and appealing.

The Disco Era and Iconic Contributions

Bappi Lahiri is best remembered for ushering in the disco revolution in India. During the late 1970s and early 1980s, he introduced the high-energy, danceable beats of disco to Bollywood, making the genre a household name. His soundtracks for movies like Namak Halaal (1982), Sharaabi (1984), and Himmatwala (1983) were filled with catchy tunes that quickly climbed the music charts.

Songs like “Pag Ghunghroo Bandh,” “Yaar Bina Chain Kahan Re,” and “Jimmy Jimmy Aaja Aaja” became instant classics. His innovative use of synthesizers, drum machines, and electronic instruments gave his compositions a modern edge. These tracks weren’t just songs; they were cultural phenomena that defined an era in Indian cinema.

Collaborations and Versatility

While Bappi Lahiri is often celebrated as the Disco King, his musical repertoire extended far beyond disco. He was a versatile composer who collaborated with legendary singers like Kishore Kumar, Mohammed Rafi, Lata Mangeshkar, and Asha Bhosle. Each collaboration brought out a different facet of his musical genius.

One of his most memorable collaborations was with Kishore Kumar, with whom he created evergreen hits like “Chalte Chalte” and “Pag Ghunghroo Bandh.” Bappi Lahiri’s ability to blend Western influences with traditional Indian music showcased his range as a composer.

Achievements and Global Recognition

Bappi Lahiri’s contributions to music earned him recognition not just in India but globally. In 1986, he set a Guinness World Record for recording more than 180 songs in a single year, a testament to his prolific output. His song “Jimmy Jimmy Aaja Aaja” gained international acclaim, becoming a hit in countries like Russia and China and even being featured in Hollywood productions.

His work transcended linguistic and cultural boundaries, making him one of India’s first music directors to gain a global audience. Bappi Lahiri also contributed to the soundtracks of several international films, further cementing his status as a global music icon.

The Man Behind the Music

Beyond his music, Bappi Lahiri was known for his larger-than-life persona. His love for gold jewelry, flashy outfits, and sunglasses became his signature look, making him a style icon of his time. This flamboyant image complemented his vibrant music and endeared him to fans worldwide.

Despite his fame, Bappi remained a humble and dedicated musician, always striving to push the boundaries of his craft. His passion for music was evident in every composition, and his ability to adapt to changing trends kept him relevant over the decades.

Legacy and Influence

Bappi Lahiri’s impact on Indian music is undeniable. His innovative approach to music paved the way for future generations of composers to experiment with new sounds and genres. Many contemporary music directors credit Bappi Lahiri as an inspiration for their work.

Even after his passing in February 2022, his music continues to resonate with audiences. His timeless melodies, infectious beats, and groundbreaking innovations have left a legacy that will be cherished for generations to come.

Conclusion

Bappi Lahiri journey from a young tabla player in West Bengal to the Disco King of Bollywood is a story of passion, innovation, and relentless dedication to his craft. His ability to create music that transcended genres, languages, and generations is a testament to his genius. As we celebrate his life and legacy, it is clear that Bappi Lahiri will forever remain an integral part of India’s musical heritage.

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