#the lonely flowers of the nile

[sariphantom]

Day 4 of @zee-rambles ‘s Rise April Art Challenge: Dream

[tmntforeverinmyheart]

And this children is what we call a shitpost (I promise I can draw better than this 😅)

“”Not a strong enough foundation” get it, cause the authors have nothing to base him on. Ha ha I..I’ll shut up now…

Fuck you casper, hope you fall off a cliff.

[gxldencreator]

could you talk some about yourself as a god? your memories and such as well as other associations and powers?

-lonely seraph

Of course, lovely angel.

I helped form the universe, and as such was granted the name “The Architect”. I built the foundations of the universe, as humans have been known to build pillars. I poured the water onto the Earth, creating the oceans and the River of Life that humans have dubbed The Nile.

It is by the Nile that I settled amongst the humans, living in a palace created by my own hand from sandstone, marble, quartz, and gold. There, in the warmth, I was free to stretch my wings, to gaze into the heavens with my third eye, and to create.

The humans began to worship me at some point, along with the other deities. I was given many names over their generations.

I was well known as a deity of creativity and architecture, for my creations, but also as one of light, healing, and ultimately, life. Often, humans brought their sick to me for blessings, or engraved my symbols on their doorways, that their domicile might be strong enough to protect them and their kin.

I remember many times I would deliver the sick to my partner, who was a deity of death. I ensured alongside him that the passing was a gentle one, and would provide comfort to the family.

Handmade trinkets, food, drink, and incense were often left at the altar in my temple. My favorites included fig pastries, stone carvings, and fresh juices. Offerings of gold and jewels were always accepted, but were often used as monetary means for those who needed it.

I had a select few humans who lived in my palace, and few more who lived in my temple. These humans were chosen by myself to aid me in my day to day affairs, such as maintaining cleanliness of the buildings, proper ritualistic practices of the temple, and guidance to those who sought it.

Physically, once on the Earth, I took the form of a tall man, about eight feet tall. Slender, with dark skin, and golden tattoos. I had a thirty-foot wingspan of white, with two wings, one from each shoulder blade. My three eyes were a golden hue, as warm honey, and my hair was straight, inky black, to my lower back.

Lastly, my Palace, known to those around as The White Palace. A tall, open structure, made of pillars with white cotton drapery hanging to the floor. The Palace was situated on an oasis bordering the Nile, and from my bedroom, I got a wonderful view of my partner’s home, and the waters that were, at one time, a lovely clear blue. The waters of the Nile flowed into a small pool that settled against the floor of my bedroom, and I would often lounge there with my feet in the waters. The air was fragrant with desert flowers. There was a large bed, large enough to spread my wings out on. During the rainy periods, I would use enchantments on the closed draperies, and the room would stay dry and warm.

My favorite part of my Palace was the gardens of the oasis. Teeming with color and life, it was truly a sight to behold. All were welcome, so long as they were respectful.

Thank you for your inquiry, darling seraph.

[lieutenantbiscute]

Their name is Sari Phantom. The creator of the Lonely Flowers of the Nile fanfic. That's who I'm referring. The only ever time I've actually once talked to them was when I asked for an art request and that was all, mostly cause I was bored. I will give this person some credit because she is preparing to remake the fanfic (so maybe it'll be better) and thankfully unlike Torable she doesn't act like a literal asshole. As far as I'm aware at least- She is on Tumblr just so you know.

Ohhhhh I think they were the artist that got called out on twt about using the term ‘abuse’ when referring to 2012 Raph and their dislike of them—

Went to go check the blog and ye that’s them. Love the art style but the block button is my friend and I also don’t appreciate the 12 April slander also on top of the 12 Raph situation soooooo!! Added to block 👌

[toonsforkicks22]

For @sariphantom’s DTIYS on Twitter! With Egyptian theme!

Based on her fanfic The Lonely Flowers of the Nile

[tmnt-obsessed-ace]

I decided to look through the comments of The Lonely Flowers Of The Nile (aka the stupid 2012 bashing fic based in ancient egypt)

And guess who I fucking saw there?

Fucking Torable herself

That should be really telling of how shit this fic is. (Also the fact that it only just has 2000 hits even though there are five chapters already so that should also be a massive clue)

I considered rereading it (maybe it improved since chapter 2) but I decided, no its 8 am and I dont feel like getting pissed off this early in the morning

[dk2799-03]

here's a little wip i'm working on. the idea is to write one of those 5+1 fics abour rita and larry's friendship (five firsts in their friendship and one last... or something like that). i love them sooo much 🥲

anyways enjoy.

***

Back in her golden days Rita would often awake to the smell of freshly brewed coffee, flower bouquets, and similar pleasant things. It gave her the boost of energy she needed to start her day. Even now, after living almost a decade in Niles home, she still needed this sensual input to rise early. May it be the freshly washed sheets she was sleeping in or her favorite perfume. A nice smell turned every good morning into a beautiful one.

Today is no such day.

When Rita opens her eyes it’s to the sound of a shrill alarm going off somewhere below her. The faint tingle of something burned penetrates her nostrils and banishes any leftover fatigue from the long night. It wakes her up quicker than any coffee ever could. She is up and out in mere seconds, grabbing her morning robe as she opens the door and hurries downstairs to where smell and sound emerge from.

The quick tap tap tap of her bare feet and the blaring of the smoke detector are the only sounds as she reaches the ground floor. Rita takes a moment to orient herself, the alarm comes from the kitchen, yet her first impulse is to check on Niles, making sure the two of them get out of the manor before whatever fire started might trap them in here. But the moment she turns to locate him she remembers that Niles left two days ago, leaving her in charge of his manor. It’s just her. Her and the new resident, Captain Trainor, who hasn’t shown his face much after day one. She could check in on him. Maybe she should. Given his special condition he might need a lot longer to leave the building.

Before Rita can convince herself to rush upstairs again the alarm stops. The sudden quiet brings her to a halt. One hand still on the railing she takes true notice of the situation: There is no smoke in the air, just the smell of something burned. No other signs of immediate danger. The alarm has stopped and now that she is listening Rita can make out a faint voice coming from the kitchen. All this fuss because Larry burned his breakfast.

Rolling her eyes Rita is tempted to head back upstairs and sleep in. She sure deserves it after her rough awakening. Sleeping in also means she will have no part in cleaning up his mess.

But curiosity wins over and the urge to investigate guides her straight into the kitchen. After all, she has barely interacted with Larry. And the big manor gets very lonely when the Chief travels.

[mae-we-post-poems]

A Southern Night

Matthew Arnold

The sandy spits, the shore-lock’d lakes,

Melt into open, moonlit sea;

The soft Mediterranean breaks

At my feet, free.

Dotting the fields of corn and vine

Like ghosts, the huge, gnarl’d olives stand;

Behind, that lovely mountain-line!

While by the strand

Cette, with its glistening houses white,

Curves with the curving beach away

To where the lighthouse beacons bright

Far in the bay.

Ah, such a night, so soft, so lone,

So moonlit, saw me once of yore

Wander unquiet, and my own

Vext heart deplore!

The murmur of this Midland deep

Is heard to-night around thy grave

There where Gibraltar’s cannon’d steep

O’erfrowns the wave.

In cities should we English lie,

Where cries are rising ever new,

And men’s incessant stream goes by;

We who pursue

Our business with unslackening stride,

Traverse in troops, with care-fill’d breast,

The soft Mediterranean side,

The Nile, the East,

And see all sights from pole to pole,

And glance, and nod, and bustle by;

And never once possess our soul

Before we die.

Not by those hoary Indian hills,

Not by this gracious Midland sea

Whose floor to-night sweet moonshine fills,

Should our graves be!

Some sage, to whom the world was dead,

And men were specks, and life a play;

Who made the roots of trees his bed,

And once a day

With staff and gourd his way did bend

To villages and homes of man,

For food to keep him till he end

His mortal span,

And the pure goal of Being reach;

Grey-headed, wrinkled, clad in white,

Without companion, without speech,

By day and night

Pondering God’s mysteries untold,

And tranquil as the glacier snows––

He by those Indian mountains old

Might well repose!

Some grey crusading knight austere

Who bore Saint Louis company

And came home hurt to death and here

Landed to die;

Some youthful troubadour whose tongue

Fill’d Europe once with his love-pain,

Who here outwearied sunk, and sung

His dying strain;

Some girl who here from castle-bower,

With furtive step and cheek of flame,

’Twixt myrtle-hedges all in flower

By moonlight came

To meet her pirate-lover’s ship,

And from the wave-kiss’d marble stair

Beckon’d him on, with quivering lip

And unbound hair,

And lived some moons in happy trance,

Then learnt his death, and pined away––

Such by these waters of romance

’Twas meet to lay!

But you––a grave for knight or sage,

Romantic, solitary, still,

O spent ones of a work-day age!

Befits you ill.

So sang I; but the midnight breeze

Down to the brimm’d moon-charmed main

Comes softly through the olive-trees,

And checks my strain.

I think of her, whose gentle tongue

All plaint in her own cause controll’d;

Of thee I think, my brother! young

In heart, high-soul’d;

That comely face, that cluster’d brow,

That cordial hand, that bearing free,

I see them still, I see them now,

Shall always see!

And what but gentleness untired,

And what but noble feeling warm,

Wherever shown, howe’er attired,

Is grace, is charm?

What else is all these waters are,

What else is steep’d in lucid sheen,

What else is bright, what else is fair,

What else serene?

Mild o’er her grave, ye mountains, shine!

Gently by his, ye waters, glide!

To that in you which is divine

They were allied.

[stealinghoneyfrombees]

FAVE K-TUNES OF 2023

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[xenokattz]

Almost but not quite what @sindirimba requested. It was going to be "did they/didn't they" but they decided to answer the question in a very obvious manner.

Unbeta'd. Probably full of typos. Will fix in the morning before I post it on Ao3.

Float

Loy Krathong (ลอยกระทง) falls on the first full moon day in the twelfth month of the Lunar calendar, usually in November. People head to rivers, lakes and even hotel swimming pools to float flower and candle-laden banana-leaf floats called krathong (กระทง). The krathong is meant as an offering to thank the river goddess who gives life to the people. Thais also believe that this is a good time to float away your bad luck and many will place a few strands of hair or fingernail clippings in the krathong. According to tradition, if you make a wish when you set down your krathong and it floats out of sight before the candle burns out, your wish will come true. 

*****

After Andy literally threw a black bag of cash at her– the various denominations organised with elastic bands, jute, and bits of silk pantyhose. After spending all of five minutes searching “safest solo-travel destinations for black women.” After pulling her most nonchalant face as she went through security at Barcelona Airport with the fake passport Copley got for her. After an international plane ride she barely remembered thanks to the generosity of first class and a bus ride she’d rather forget thanks to an obnoxious seatmate, Nile finally boarded the ferry to the island of Ko Chang. She had two bags at her feet, obnoxiously reflective sunglasses covering half her face, and her hair wrapped up in a silk bandanna. She was ready to relax.

Except her mind refused. The whole immortal but dead to the world while people hunt us thing apparently took longer than eight months, one week, and three days to process, who knew. No matter how gorgeous the beach, how luxurious the accommodations, how absolutely ridiculously delicious the food, Nile’s brain would not turn off.

On the fourth night of waking up every two hours, Nile sullenly pulled a blanket, a bag of fruit, and her phone with her to the beach. Thankfully, it was right outside her door. The thick salt air caught her breath as soon as she left her air-conditioned bungalow. Nothing like being in the desert. Nothing like the dry air sucking every drop of moisture and joy out of her pores. Nothing like the jumble of five hundred years’ worth of architecture jammed together in the plant-rich jewel tones of the tropics. She kept telling her mind that. Maybe on the last day of her vacation, it would believe her.

She had a good mile of beach to herself right now, far from the poorly named Hat Tha Nam AKA Lonely Beach, which was party central. The bungalows on either side of her were unoccupied and the remaining residences were set higher up on the hills, hidden by the thick vegetation. Nile sprawled on her blanket, snacks to her left, phone on her right, mosquitoes everywhere else. She’d learned in one of her deployments that mosquitoes didn’t bite her. Maybe mosquitoes knew she was a freak of nature. Give that one to Kozak to rip apart instead of–

Nile’s brain did the equivalent of a YouTube asshole jumpscare

“Fuck!”

*****

If she couldn’t turn her brain off with a beachside nap, then maybe she could exhaust it to sleep. November in Thailand was still a little on the warm side especially with the humidity but Nile had marched under worse conditions. With a little guidance from the concierge, she ran pretty much the entire length of the island. When her stupid healing abilities kicked in, she ran on as many of the beaches as possible. Her legs screamed for a break after two hours. She had breakfast and felt fine again. Not even a little tired.

“This sucks,” she muttered. “How do you relax when you can’t tire yourself out?”

“I used gallons of whiskey to put myself into an alcoholic coma but that is apparently frowned upon.” Booker slid into the chair beside her.

She straightened. “What are we doing?”

He waved at a server. “You are finishing breakfast. I am about to begin. Did you like the khao neow sang kaya? I like my sticky rice with mango a little more but the custards here are pretty good.”

“Book.”

“Sandre,” he corrected.

“What’s the mission?”

“There is no mission,” he said.

Nile almost growled. “What’re you doing here then?”

“Would you believe I am on vacation, same as you?”

“You’re on vacation?”

“I deserve it, do I not? Self care and all that shit you told me about that is supposedly better than drugging myself every other day?”

“You’re on vacation on my island?”

He held both hands up. “I promise this is a coincidence. I have been here for almost ten days.”

A bit of Nile’s pique deflated. “I just got here Monday.”

“I saw you.” He tapped two fingers on the table so they “ran” across the placemat. “You relax like Andy.”

“Yeah, well, you never know when someone from your immortal mercenary family might pop up to take you on a nice, easy human-trafficker hunting trip.”

Booker– he did not look like a Sandre– shrugged. “I will not bother you after this. It is just a small island; I did not want you think I was stalking you or something.”

“Or something.” Nile traced the rim of her juice glass with one finger. Condensation pooled at the base of the glass. The server took Booker’s order and whipped away her empty plates. “Did I ruin your vibe?”

He shook his head. “No. Not at all. I am Hat Sai Khao. It is easier for me to disappear there behind all the other white tourists. You are here?”

She nodded. “Highly recommended by ‘Black in Bali.’”

“It’s nice. Quiet.”

Nile snorted.

He leaned back. “Not quiet?”

“Too quiet,” she said. “My brain doesn’t want to turn off.”

“Ah.”

Glaring, Nile leaned into the space he had abandoned. “What’s that ‘ah’ mean?”

“Mean?”

“You know. That French ‘ah’ thing that’s practically an essay, none of it complementary?”

He shrugged in a way that was also annoyingly French. “It is... It’s not quite flashbacks, right? It’s not that you’re in it again, reliving it. It’s that your mind will not stop trying to analyse everything, looking for a meaning for it all, but it does it in far too much detail.”

“Hi-def, Dolby surround-sound,” muttered Nile. “When does it stop?”

Booker smirked at her. “I will let you know five minutes after I find out.”

*****

They traded numbers, hotel rooms, and fake names– Ria for her, she still laughed at Sandre for him. They were on vacation, yeah, but even Nile knew better than to think anything was a coincidence. If anything happened, better they could contact each other. She headed back to her busy schedule of doing nothing. He hopped onto his rented scooter and motored away.

She went jungle trekking to the north, learned about which plants were good to eat, and saw some fantastic waterfalls. The next day, she went jungle trekking to the south which came with cooking lessons where she quickly learned that Thai food in America used about 0.01% of the chilis that actual Thai people did. The day after that, she learned how to kayak on the open ocean, hugging the coast with a very patient Irish lady named Caimhe and five other tourists, all of whom were black. Nile knew a lot of African Americans vacationed in Thailand but she was still surprised to hear Southern drawls or West Coast tones so far from CONUS. Two were a couple from just outside LA, on their honeymoon. The remaining three were sorority sisters enjoying their first “real” vacation after college and getting jobs. They were all in Hat Tha Nam, of course, because that’s where all the normal twenty-somethings stayed on the island.

Nile let herself get persuaded to join the sorority trio to a bar called Jungle Beach. To her relief, it was cozier than most of the other meat markets in the area. A DJ spun all the latest danceable stuff. The bartender told her there would be a live band setting up in an hour or so.

She had fun, despite herself. Dancing with the girls for the fun of it and occasionally some other patrons for something a little more heated. It almost felt normal. Almost like she didn’t have a movie of the last eight months constantly playing in the background. Almost like–

“Sis, there’s a sad scruffy white boy been staring at you since he got in here,” said one of the sorority girls. Thea, red goddess locs, digital security major. “I’d call security but he’s not giving me creeper vibes, exactly.”

Nile knew who it was before turned around. Booker almost smirked at her but looked down at his drink instead.

“You know him?”

“Yeah,” she said. “He’s... um... he was one of my professors. Art history.”

“Oooooooh!” they chorused, knowingly, teasingly.

“That’s the vibe I was getting,” said Xolani, international politics major. “Them’s office hours, extra credit, come look at my etchings vibes.”

Nile shook her head but it only egged them on more. “It was never like that. He was my professor!”

“He ain’t your professor any more,” said Tessa Rae, double major in business and pre-med. “You gonna go over there or am I gonna have to drag him over with a drink?”

With three pairs of very interested eyes watching, Nile made her way to Booker’s side. “So what’s the excuse this time?”

“I heard the live band was good,” he said. “I thought you were going to meditate on the beach.”

“I heard the DJ was good,” she retorted. She told him about her day and the story she’d given her new friends. “We can leave now. Let them come to their own conclusions without making a scene. Oh! You wanted to listen to the band.”

He shook his head. “They play almost every night. We can go.” He laid a few bills out on the table, then made eye contact with the sorority trio and waved another large denomination bill to indicate that he was going to buy them a round. They left with his arm around her waist and the hollering of soon-to-be very drunk sorority sisters.

His scooter wasn’t parked too far off. Wordlessly, she slid up behind him, hands on his waist, her legs bracketing his. The motion of the scooter slid her closer to his body until she pressed right up against his backside, a little too hot and not because of the weather. Nile leaned forward to rest her forehead on his shoulder blades. She felt his breath hitch.

*****

He walked her to her bungalow.

She pulled him in as soon as she got the door open. When he paused, she looked up.

“Did I read this wrong?” asked Nile.

“Booker shook his head slowly. “No. God, Nile, no! I just... I’m just taking it all in.”

“All of what in?” She walked backwards away from him. Her dress was sarong-style, held closed with a knot at the waist. One pull, and all that bright batik cloth fell to the ground. “All of this in?”

“Nile.” He dragged her name out of his guts. “Nile.”

“Booker.”

He shook his head but didn’t say why. One hand reached up, she thought to her breasts, but he palmed her hips instead. His thumb caught on her panties. He didn’t take them off though, choosing to run his hand down the side of her thigh then up her hamstrings to cup the roundness of her backside.

“Oh. You an ass man,” Nile teased.

“Mmm,” agreed Booker. “Yours is glorious. But equally beautiful is this.” He pressed on the soft curve under her belly button, that bit that was never going to become part of a six-pack because Nile liked to work out but she also liked second servings of anything deep fried.

“And this.” He dropped a kiss where her collarbone jutted up against her shoulder.

“And of course this.” He kissed her between her jaw and her mouth. On her mole, Nile realised. She raised a hand to his head so she could aim his lips where she wanted them.

He tasted like mojitos and the sun. His poor skin, salty and hot from the tropical sun, contrasted with the coolness of his mouth. Nile leaned forward on her tiptoes to keep on tasting that combination. Bless him, Booker wrapped his hands around her thighs and pulled her right up. Her legs went around his waist and he moaned. He made her want to moan, too, with his hands moving her body so his cock pressed through his pants and against the seam of her underwear which was getting wetter and wetter by the second.

Nile reared back. “Get naked,” she said.

He grinned. “Yes, boss.”

He folded his clothes neatly over a chair after he stripped. She had to grin. Never know when you’d have to jump out of bed mid-thrust because someone’s shooting at you, so you’d best know where your clothes were at. He approached her, a mountain of a man, gold hair dusting his whole body. It was darker at his belly, around his cock, and the tops of his thighs. She’d bet he had some fuzz on his ass, too. He stopped just short of where she could reach out and test her theory.

“Where do you want me, boss?”

Nile pointed down.

Booker folded onto his knees. He kissed her right knee then the meatiest part of her left thigh. His fingers ran up and down her calves and hamstrings as his mouth and tongue and teeth travelled a desultory course to her pussy. By the time he actually made contact, Nile was shivering and whimpering. Slickness ran down her legs so, of course, he had to clean it up.

“Goddamn it, Book! Stop teasing and eat me out!”

“Sébastien,” he murmured into the crease of her hips.

“What?”

“When we do this, I would like you to call me Sébastien.”

“If I call you Sébastien, will you please put your tongue on my clit?”

She felt him laughing. “Americans. So unromantic.”

“Book, I swear–”

“Sébastien.”

“Sébastien, I swear I’m gonna– holy shit!.” Nile immediately forgot the rest of her threat because Boo– Sébastien was some sort of pussy-eating savant. Her legs because shaking so hard, she would have fallen if it wasn’t for him catching her by the ass and laying her down on the edge of her bed where he continued to kneel while doing fucking ridiculous things with his tongue and his teeth and suction. Nile reached for the bed sheets and clung for her life. Her first orgasm ripped through her from her pelvis to the top of her head. She felt him stop, maybe to wipe his beard, maybe to watch her fall apart. She didn’t get a chance to see because he went and put his back into it again, this time with fingers.

Two more orgasms later, Nile felt wrung out to dry and almost delirious. She barely registered Sébastien crawling up the bed, bringing one of her legs up on his shoulder.

“I am going to fuck you now, Nile,” he said into her neck.

“Hmmmngh,” was all she could muster. Good thing he kissed her again.

He was thick and blunt, pushing up inside her. Nile’s head rolled back, her mouth dropping open. He was a tease with this, too, pushing in then pulling back out, a little bit more each time. His sweat dripped down on her body. Languorous with pleasure, she cupped her breasts, skimming along the sides and underneath, tugging and rolling on her nipples. His thrusts grew more deeper and a little erratic as he watched her touch herself.

“You gonna taste these next time?” she asked.

Now it was Sébastien’s turn to moan in response.

“I want you to be mean. Grab ‘em, twist ‘em, give them some love then grab them again. Can you do that for me, baby?”

“Oui. Je ferai tout que tu veux a– Fuck. Nile, chère. J’ai envie de te–FUCK!” He leaned his weight on his forearms and buried his face in her shoulder, chanting her name. Nile pulled her other leg up to, humming at the buzz of the afterglow. She could come more than she already had but damn if he didn’t make her feel good with him losing his English and hitting her sweet spot every time he rammed into her. He opened his mouth against her neck as he came, not quite biting, his whole body shaking.

Nile slid her hands down Sébastien’s back, slick with sweat and smooth as silk until she reached the tops of his thighs where coarse hair roughed his skin up a bit. Nile trailed kisses from his cheek to his deltoid. He slumped on top of her like a deadweight. Ha.

*****

Sébastien slid off her and out of her before Nile could protest. “I like you squashing me,” she said when he opened one eye at her wriggling.

“Mmmrrph,” was his response. He pulled her half on top of him instead. His eyes stayed closed. Nile yawned into his chest. Pretty soon, she was asleep, too.

*****

Hundreds of candle-lit lanterns floated on the bay. Made of banana stalks, coconut shells, even bread with elaborately woven pyramids of banana leaves, incense sticks, and flowers, each one was a prayer and a wish. Nile and Booker watched the festivities from the tiny porch of her tiny bungalow. Their own simple coconut lamps had already joined the deluge. In the distance, a half dozen boats waited with nets to gather the lamps so they wouldn’t float too far into the ocean and create debris.

“What did you wish for?” she asked him.

“I will say the truth and you will make fun of me,” he answered.

She smiled and kissed his cheek. “You bet your pasty ass I am.”

“What did you wish for?”

“That my mama’s gonna be okay. Indus’ll finish pre-med. None of the Guard dies permanently any time soon.”

“You only have the one lantern, cherie.”

“She’s little but she can carry a lot. I believe in her.”

“I wished to wake up like we did this morning for the next thousand years,” said Sébastien. “Peaceful. Happy. Together.”

She tightened her arms around him. “Jesus Christ, that was cheesy as fuck! Imma hold that over you for the first hundred years at least.”

“As long as that is not the only thing you hold against me.” He swept her up in a bridal carry, laughing over her indignant squawks which quickly turned into other sounds that were not-so-indignant.

Waves burbled onto the beach as one by one, the lanterns flicked out of sight. Save two.

mash-up: Vacation Fic x Did They or Didn’t They? 🖤

Booker/Nile or a different ship?

[sariphantom]

In celebration of getting 1k on Twitter, I’m hosting my very own DTIYS as promised. Rules under cut.

RULES

Tc3st/proship please DNI with this, just don’t.

No tracing. I WILL know if you’re tracing.

Use the tag #saris1kdtiys so that I can find it and reblog it

You can change the poses/expressions however you like, but keep the outfits and general idea if Casper and Raphesses bonding while Donnie looks at then with envy the same.

DEADLINE is June 27th. I will pick three winners.

1st place winner gets a colored illustration

2nd place winner gets a colored character drawing

3rd place winner gets a black and white character drawing

So yeah, get creative and more importantly, HAVE FUN!!

Oh! I almost forgot! Ice Cream Kitty in this AU is a normal cat, not an ice cream cat mutant. So keep that in mind.

[tmntforeverinmyheart]

Yay! 😒 another rise adopts Mikey fanfic, fucking names him Casper and holds no respect for the 2012 boys for me to hate. I am so happy and definitely not about to rip my fucking hair out.

So to reiterate, if you support “the lonely flowers of the nile” by sariphantom or “unfamiliar familiar” by torable or any of those disgusting rise adopts Mikey fanfics, than I don’t want you here. GO AWAY! DNI! I HATE YOU AND EVERYTHING YOU STAND FOR!

Out of spite I will post the cutest most cavity- inducing fluff know to man of the 2012 boys (PLATONIC you sickos) and no one can fucking stop me.

[alexandreaiteiaabronia]

Raising Antinoos

By Ptahmassu Nofra-Uaa

Hear my words O you who follow

in my tread, for I shall speak of the beloved

of the eternal Gods, whose name Antinoös

has risen as a star in the eastern vault

of the sky; from its rays the heavens draw

nigh his light, to forever shine upon the world.

Hear my words O you sibyls,

who have caused the ages to speak again

even after the past has gone to its grave.

Hear my words O you Gods in the company

of Hermes Trismegistus,

for I am pure of speech and have come

clad in the vestments of the newly born sun;

I have become Helios in his chariot, from

whose radiance the worlds flowers,

and the body of the earth is revivified.

Listen, O you Gods of the Holy River,

for favored is my countenance

with the coming of the dawn;

my approach heralds the victory of

those long dead and beloved,

who shall live again when the living

draw breath to speak their venerated

names.

In the east rose the star of Bithynia,

whose youth found Apollôn blushing

in admiration.

Proopsios saw how far-reaching

would be the brilliance of this star;

its light to fall upon the world ever after

its body had been sent to rest.

How far this star of Antinoös had

claimed heaven’s graces when gathered

by the eyes of Hadrianus Augustus;

this heaven installed within the sanctuary

no woman had yet entered, where footsteps

like Epikourios advanced softly to cure the

heart of all its ills.

Come Akesios in the name of Antinoös,

for what dazzling light may enter the

lonely heart at midnight;

the heart finds such a time clad in the beauty

of stellar courses, running through the

dusky veil like a sword.

His countenance shines as Apollôn when he

appears in his rosy-gold mantle;

men know him as Hekatos when they are

smitten fast by his beauty.

Come Antinoös, who like Apollôn possesses

the darts of the sun from which the earth

awakens; you are the Lord of Light whose

face pierces midnight, whose rays strike

a heart in darkness as the faces of stars

chase the shadows.

Your eyes are twilight, from which trees

swoon and men become docile.

To take their rest in you, men become

as dreamers, and you as Thearios,

appearing like a sacred vision.

Come Erôs, Himeros, Anteros,

best beloved of all the Erôtes!

Erôs has whispered your name upon

his pillow; he has furnished the bedchamber

with a lamp filled with oil, gleaming as

you gleam, diffusing light to intoxicate

the eyes.

O Antinoös who glistens like Apollôn

in yonder eastern vault, approach me

with such light that I may be enveloped

in it; requited by your divine kiss when

my heart is ensnared by sorrow.

Come Antinoös, come light;

I summon the star of Bithynia

which shines from the east!

Come Antinoös, come light;

I summon the face that caused

Roma to shine with divine favors!

Come Antinoös, come light;

I summon the heart which grants

boons from the Gods of love!

Come Antinoös, come light;

I summon the graces of the Erôtes,

whose swift wings bring with them

the cool kiss of love’s joys!

Come Antinoös, come light;

I summon the lotus of the Nile,

which rises again and again in its

fertile season!

Come Antinoös, come light;

I summon from your loins the

eternal sun from which new life

springs!

Come Antinoös, come light;

I summon a torch in the Underworld

of the Gods, where traverse the

Spirits who converse with immortality!

Come Antinoös, come light;

I summon the life you bestow to

your beloved!

Come Antinoös, come light;

I summon the heart you restored

as Ausir-Osiris, which made the

Holy Nile to rise and the Two Lands

to flourish!

Come Antinoös, come light;

I summon the dawn which

possesses the two horizons as Ra!

Come Antinoös, come light;

I summon the One whom Harakhty

has beheld with His two almighty eyes!

Come Antinoös, come light;

he who has become the Lord of the Two Banks,

rising in his season to grant life to all the world!

Come Antinoös, come light;

for you are the light of love crowning

the two horizons, whom the Gods have

showered with their favors!

Come Antinoös, come light;

you are the Lord of Life, making his appearance

as Ausir-Osiris, causing the world to rise again,

causing the dead to live again.

In your glory of life you cause hearts to live

again; and I summon you, O Antinoös,

O Ausir-Osiris, to make the world live again,

to make me live again, to make my heart live again!

Antinoös, Ausir-Osiris, having been embraced

by the Goddess Auset-Isis, has come forth

in glory to shine as Orion;

he has received the power of Isis-Sothis,

which grants the eternal cycle of heaven

to the body of Osiris.

Come Antinoös, appearing as gold in the east,

bearing myrtle upon your youthful brow;

Aphrodite has provided this boon for you,

which clothes the hearts of men with love,

which flourishes evergreen, which stands

firm like the sacred oak.

And I saw the star of Bithynia rise again

as the Nile in its season, the fragile dawn

sky awakening with a song of joy upon

her lips.

Antinoös the beloved of the Gods has risen;

the sky has risen!

Antinoös the star of Bithynia has risen;

the constellations have risen!

Antinoös the face of Apollôn has risen;

the sun has risen!

Antinoös the torch of the world has risen;

the God Ra has risen!

Antinoös the water of life has risen;

the Holy Nile has risen!

Antinoös the Lord of the East has risen;

Orion has risen!

Antinoös who appears with Isis has risen;

Sothis has risen!

Antinoös who grants the boon of immortality

has risen;

the dead have risen!

Antinoös the light of the world has risen;

the earth has risen, and all that was once

in darkness has risen to behold the coming

of the triumphant day!

We come with the Erôtes to dance and strike

the lyre for Antinoös;

Himeros who sports with Erôs to make life

from love, wherever death’s unforgiving

hand has reached.

We live through Antinoös when we live

through love, thus all the immortal Gods

come to pay him homage with their song.

Hear my words O you who follow

in my tread, for I shall speak of the beloved

of the eternal Gods, whose name Antinoös

has risen as a star in the eastern vault

of the sky; from its rays the heavens draw

nigh his light, to forever shine upon the world.

All text copyright © 2015 Ptahmassu Nofra-Uaa

[sngstres]

It is always a struggle not to pull away from physical touch but she knows her husband needs it. Try as he might to deny that he needs anything at all there is still the constant, pathetic neediness within him. It is not that she minds touch, only that it is something she never truly got enough of as a child and therefore doesn't know how to get used to. Lonely girls make for poor lovers, she tries again and again to remind him and yet he remains where he is.

At the kiss she blushes which she knows is just what he wanted. At times she feels like waves or a pool of still water but with Niles she is a block of ice that he has taken their time together to slowly chip away at. And she melts bit by bit.

That is not what they are in the greenhouse for though, she reminds herself this as much as she will likely need to remind him if he gets too distracting.

She takes his hand in hers and threads their fingers together as she guides him toward the back where the flower sits wilting. "Here it is. I've been reading about its care. It seems to be in the correct potting soil and if the schedule posted is being followed it's being watered correctly...."

There is more to plant care than that though. She is not a bad gardener, has learned some lessons, but she is no greenthumbed expert either.

       thus, with a kiss,

[myrealityisbooks]

It’s midnight and I’m feeling sad and lonely so naturally I’ve started thinking about the old guard and farmers’s markets, like who would bring what to sell. Here we go:

Joe/Nicky: This one’s a no-brainer to me, obviously if they’re working together in this scenario then they’re bringing crafts/handmade home goods. Hand carved cutting boards and utensils and coasters, pretty prints and pressed flowers, all the little stuff that can make a house a home (these booths are my ultimate weakness)

Joe: If Joe had his own booth he’d definitely be the guy selling prints and pottery while doing demonstrations/working on pieces during the market. Being super friendly and talking abt his technique w/ anyone who’s interested, wants to know why ppl are looking for a vase or flower painting bc he likes knowing what ppls plans are for the things he brings into the world

Nicky: Nicky on his own is either the guy selling homemade pasta/sauces/spice mixes or that one scruffy guy with a fold up table about to collapse under the weight of just so much produce. How did he get it all here? Did anyone help him?? He lets ppl haggle abt prices and is super passionate about letting ppl know every bit of how his stuff came to be, it’s important to him that customers know the stuff they’re buying is local, cruelty-free and made/grown with love

Nile: Also an artist selling her pieces, but she definitely draws the younger crowd more than Joe lmao. She’s got more quote prints and pop-culture things, touching on social issues maybe. Also I think she’d enjoy making jewelry!! Hand-bent earrings and bracelets that each have unique beading, she’ll take custom orders and make cool charms and things to pair with each other

Booker: He’s for sure manning the booth that’s just covered in various bread and pastries, but instead of being happy and engaging he looks like he wants to die on this beautiful Saturday morning. This big beefy sadboi has somehow crafted the most adorable mini pies ever, it’s like witchcraft. He will not interact w customers beyond transactions unless they’re really persistent and he’s packing up a full half hour before the market closes

Andy/Quynh: They’re the super intimidating couple that brings cool metalworks to the market, like metal signs and tables (swords and knives in my fantasy market if only). Andy looks almost as tired as Booker, Quynh will chat w/ customers if prompted. A lot of old guys go to their booth thinking that they’re selling their husbands’ pieces and walk away terrified and also more knowledgeable about welding. They’ve always got time to teach the little kids cool stuff tho, maybe they bring little scraps twisted into cool shapes to hand out

[tmnt-obsessed-ace]

Hey, you know that one “Rise adopts Mikey” fic from AO3, “The Lonely Flowers of the Nile”? I saw your post about it and, not to be rude here, but I think it was kinda unfair that you weren’t giving it a chance before actually READING it yourself.

Why not give it a chance? It might be better than you’d think.

I did read it

And it is not good at all

Even looking past the blatant character slander it is so badly written

So no I stand by what I said 100 percent