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straycatboogie · 1 year

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2023/05/10 English

BGM: Oasis - Live Forever

Today was a day off. This morning it was a really fine day and I went to the mountain again. I found that a friend of mine, Judith, opened her room on clubhouse after a long time. She had talked about "self education in our life", and that made me think a lot. I have read that our life almost reaches to 100 years long by a book. How should we educate ourselves in such a long life? How should we learn? They are up to us... As my "self education in our life", I choose to keep on learning English through various social media like this. I want to talk about this at the meeting I have tomorrow... For me, learning English is not for getting any good jobs or starting any "tasty" or "meaningful" life. Of course, those kind of reasons of learning English is really acceptable. But I confess that I am exactly being helped or cured by learning it. That's a simple fact for me. Building tiny achievements as delivering my thoughts to other people. That is big for me. In short, my learning is from my inner desire, an "introspective" motivation.

I enjoyed listening to Brian Eno's "Music For Airport 1" at the mountain. The vast and rich greenery at there stunned me again. Oh, what a rich world. Indeed, there was no river. But I could enjoy various conversations with myself in that nature like Ernest Hemingway's short stories. As thinking about that "self education" issue, I felt that a certain desire is flooding from my heart. A will that says "I want to live and enjoy this life more and more!". That is strange and wonderful for me. When I was a heavy drinker, I believed seriously as "anytime I can die". But now, I think "I want to enjoy more". Living, and learning more and more. That is a great fact. If I didn't quit drinking alcohol, then I wouldn't see that this world can be so beautiful like this, and also I have such a greedy mind in this mind. But I won't think that greedy mind is bad. Although this might sound really narcistic, I think that greedy mind and curiosity are the sources of my energy that enables me to learn on and on.

I shared some pics I had took at there through Discord, MeWe, and Facebook. My friends looked at them and gave me "likes". Ah! it is really unbelievable to me. This real world is full of paradoxes because once I had been hated terribly by every classmate. But now, if I share various content to the world following Audrey Tang's open mind or large heart, then my friends get pleased. The operation system of this world has changed during I was sleeping? I notice that this world starts having tenderness of understanding autistic people like me. Although I have never been changed! And I guess that all people I have met each other would agree with this. I am basically just a little bookworm, a music junkie, and a pervert. Using Ryunosuke Akutagawa, a legendary Japanese writer's words, I say that I am a hobbit. That's all.

This afternoon it was really boring so I went to AEON and bought Kouichiro Kokubun, a Japanese philosopher's new book. Suddenly I met a person who we had learned each other at the English conversation class. She taught that she reads my diary a lot. Yes, she read with a passion... Of course, this is really wonderful for me. I remember that some members also had praised my diary at last Monday's meeting we had at the temple. Oh my gosh. I am just writing my truth I am looking at, I am learning every day. I say this with courage that I never think what kind of topic would attract readers. But! the readers enjoy this diary really deeply. This diary shortens the distance between various people and me certainly. This is a real MIRACLE for me, and even I think that this is the best moment in my life. Happiness is such a simple and clear thing? Now I notice that I have been living in the world where is full of happiness. Rich nature in Shiso city, graceful connections with trustable people... what a wonderful world.

#diary #journal #english #tumblr diary #online diary #personal diary

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ka1rosnan · 1 year

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꧁-Vivir en la historia de Dios-꧂ 23 de febrero de 2022 Lee por favor: Romanos 13:8-14 El evangelio en un año: Marcos 4:21-41 --La noche está avanzada, y se acerca el día… (v. 12).-- A Ernest Hemingway le pidieron que escribiera una historia fascinante en pocas palabras, y respondió: «Se vende: zapatos de bebé. Sin usar». Su historia es poderosa porque nos inspira a completarla con detalles. ¿Eran acaso los zapatos innecesarios para un niño sano? ¿O hubo una pérdida trágica; algo que requería el profundo amor y consuelo de Dios? Las mejores historias despiertan nuestra imaginación; por eso, no es extraño que la mayor historia que se haya contado avive el fuego de nuestra creatividad. Esta es la trama central de la historia de Dios: Él creó todas las cosas; nosotros (el género humano) caímos en pecado; Jesús vino al mundo, y murió y resucitó para salvarnos de nuestros pecados; ahora, esperamos su regreso y la restauración de todas las cosas. En vista de todo esto, ¿cómo debemos vivir? Como el Señor restaurará toda la creación, esta es la responsabilidad de los que creemos en Cristo: «Desechemos, pues, las obras de las tinieblas, y vistámonos las armas de la luz» (Romanos 13:12). Esto implica alejarnos del pecado, y amar a Dios y a los demás (vv. 8-10). Nuestras formas de luchar con Jesús contra el mal dependerán de los dones que tengamos y las necesidades que veamos. Miremos a nuestro alrededor y extendamos la justicia, el amor y el consuelo de Dios. — Mew una de las mejores formas de luchar y la mejor es la doctrina...la doctrina de Cristo, debemos meditar y reflexionar que el evangelio salva pero la doctrina es también una parte fundamental y pocas veces predicada por pastores y siervos y muy pocas veces vivida por nosotros quienes la aprendemos, ¿donde esta la doctrina?, la doctrina esta en las cartas del apóstol Pedro, Juan, Pablo; Santiago, Judas y Timoteo, ahí en esas cartas encontraras la clave para saber luchar y ¿contra quien tenemos primero que luchar? pues contra nosotros mismos primeramente (como entrenamiento) y una vez preparados podremos enfrentar y derrotar en el nombre de Cristo la maldad...la tarea o reto para esta semana es leer https://www.instagram.com/p/CpAOiRSuqk-/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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airmanisr · 4 years

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Percival Mew Gull 'G-AEXF' by Alan Wilson Via Flickr: One of only six Mew Gulls built, G-AEXF was originally registered ZS-AHM and named 'The Golden City'. It was built to the order of A.M. Miller for the Schlesinger Race and was powered by a Gipsy Six Series II. Miller retired at the Belgrade checkpoint. Percival re-engined the aircraft with a Gipsy Six and sold it to Bill Humble who registered it in the UK as G-AEXF. Humble never took delivery, instead selling it to Alex Henshaw, who soon won the 1937 Folkestone Trophy with G-AEXF. In 1938 it flew with a Gipsy Six R engine and won the Kings Cup at 236mph. In 1939 Alex Henshaw took the England - Cape Town Record, taking off on 5 February 1939 from Gravesend Airport, landing at Wingfield Aerodrome at the Cape the next day, covering the 6,377 miles course in 39 hours and 25 minutes, averaging 209.44 mph while in the air. This record stood until 2009. The return trip was just 11 minutes longer. It is interesting to note that during all of Alex Henshaw's adventures in this aircraft it was never damaged. Henshaw sold G-AEXF to Frenchman Victor Vermoral in late 1939. During the Second World War, the aircraft was stored in a hangar in France with several owners continuing to hide it from German authorities. In 1950, Hugh Scrope found and bought and with Doug Bianchi's help, refurbished the aircraft to fly it back home to England. After restoration, G-AEXF continued its racing career but it was damaged in a landing accident in August 1951 at Shoreham. J.N. Somers, the next owner repaired it and raced G-AEXF again. A new owner, Ernest Crabtree, flew it last in the 1965 Manx Air Derby. By this time however, other owners had further altered this historic aircraft, resulting in lowered performance. Eventually, the derelict aircraft, found its way into the hands of a poorly run museum, where it became damp, had its wings crudely sawn off, and many parts lost to souvenir hunters. In this state, Tom Storey and Martin Barraclough acquired the aircraft and rebuilt it during the late 1970s. Wishing to make the aircraft more practical to operate, a configuration closer to its original design was chosen, making G-AEXF look somewhat like an E2H/E3H hybrid, painted in the white and British Racing Green she wore when owned by Alex Henshaw in the 1930s. XF was again damaged at Redhill in late 1983, when an Auster taxied into it. 'XF continued to be operated in the configuration as rebuilt by Storey and Barraclough until it was offered for sale. Desmond Penrose was the next owner, who based the machine at Old Warden. The aircraft was written-off two further times. One at the time of purchase and again a few years later. After the first of these rebuilds, the machine was re-configured to resemble its configuration for the 1939 Cape flight. G-AEXF was very extensively rebuilt yet again for a third time and continued to operate from Old Warden for some time until sold-on. In 2002, G-AEXF was sold to Rob Fleming, and was operated by The Real Aeroplane Company at Breighton Aerodrome in Yorkshire. It was temporarily shipped over to the USA to fly in a "demonstration race" at the 2003 National Championship Air Races at Reno, Nevada, the first Mew Gull to touch American soil. In October 2013, in its 77th year, G-AEXF was sold to the Shuttleworth Collection, where it will remain flying as part of the Museum. c/n E.22 Seen on the Old Warden flightline during the 2013 Autumn Airshow. Old Warden. 06-10-2013

#Percival Mew Gull #aircraft

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incandescent-eden · 4 years

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31 Days of Horror - Broken (11)

A familiar face (if you’ve been around my account before) makes an appearance!

Total word count: 1135

TW / CW : mentions of death, mentions of dead bodies, body horror (sewing flesh), blood mention, description of blood, minor injuries

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The porcelain pieces lay strewn across the floor. Beautiful, gilded, painted pieces. A shard the size of Viola’s hand lay on top of an open anatomy book, stark white against the yellowed page.

“Did you do this, Daedalus, you wretched creature?” Viola admonished the black cat with the nicked ear as he nonchalantly licked his paw.

Daedalus gazed back at her from atop a pile of books, his pupils dilated. Who, me?

Viola frowned, but she scratched behind Daedalus’s ears nonetheless. “You know you’re not to come into my laboratory, silly beast.”

Jumping down from the pile, and sending the teetering book stack flying off the table for good measure, Daedalus made his way over to the center of the room, where a graying linen tablecloth covered a small cot. He sniffed curiously at the edges of the tablecloth before turning accusingly to Viola.

“Well, we have to make do somehow. No need to be so judgmental,” she sniffed. “Out you go, you know you aren’t welcome here right now anyway.”

With an indignant mew, and his nose and tail raised high in the air, Daedalus turned around to slink his way through the door, ushered out by Viola’s tutting.

Viola made her way back to the table, picking up the pieces one by one. A thin red line appeared on her finger, dripping a single bead of red onto the gilded porcelain piece on the book.

Swearing, Viola quickly snatched the glass off the book, careful not to stain the pages with blood. She laid the pieces she collected to rest on the dusty shelf of a large bookshelf where several encyclopedias once stood before she had scattered them around the laboratory.

Briefly, she considered wiping her hand on the cloth that covered the table. Instead, she clenched her teeth and squeezed her finger in her other hand, surveilling the table covered in the books Daedalus had knocked over. A spool of thread sat next to a pair of silver scissors that gleamed in the lantern light. The tip was white, as though dipped in the light of the moon that beamed through the closed window.

A cloud passed outside. The wind whispered outside, slowly and softly like an exhale.

Viola turned around, heart pounding with anticipation even while her brain reminded her that it was impossible.

The cloth did not move.

Adjusting her glasses with the wrist of one hand, Viola threw back the covering with the other hand.

The moon peeked out of the cloud, slowly passing over the newly revealed face. His face was pallid and thin, skin pulled taut over high cheekbones. A thin line was barely visible at the figure’s neck, the black thread poking out from pale flesh where Viola had reattached the head at the neck. His black hair spilled out over the edge of the table.

She gently cupped the man’s cheek in her right hand, wiping away a speck of cotton that had fallen away from the cloth onto the cheek below his eye.

“Daedalus doesn’t like you,” she murmured.

She wasn’t really expecting a response. Not really.

Still, she held her breath, awaiting a response. The man on the table said nothing. His eyes did not open, nor did he draw breath.

If Viola closed her eyes, he could almost hear his heart beating over the low hiss of the lantern bulb. She allowed herself a brief moment to smile before covering up the man’s face once more.

She went to check her notes, flipping through several books. Ink notes filled the margins, spiraled across the pages. The detailed drawings stared back at her: vertebrae, tensed and relaxed muscles, optic nerves. A list of all the body parts she was still missing, a single line crossing through the parts she had obtained, flashed before her eyes.

Every single item on the list had been crossed out.

She could hear Daedalus’s scratching at the door. Slamming the book shut, Viola tossed it back onto the table. It landed with a dull thud, scattering a few papers she had left lying about. The book was heavy enough it sent the pair of scissors sideways into the lantern.

Viola picked up the scissors, watching as the spool of thread - now fallen onto its side and rolling off the table - hit the floor, leaving a thin black trail on the floor behind it. The spool traveled across the gray floor until it hit one leg of the table on which Viola covered her creation.

Trailing across the gray floor, the thread seemed to divide the laboratory in half. Or perhaps, Viola smirked as she picked up the spool and walked it to the bookshelf, winding it as she went, sewed the laboratory back together.

She placed the rewound spool gently next to the porcelain shards. The gilded remains winked at her sadly, like tears falling from tired eyes. What cheerfully painted pink and blue flowers could be seen in the daylight were brown and violet in the dimness of the laboratory, shadowed by the old wooden shelf.

The pretty porcelain egg had been her mother’s before she passed. William and Ernest always asked to see it, to hold in their hands in the sunlight and watch the gold paint shining as they moved it from one angle to another, but Caroline Frankenstein had insisted that it would be passed on to Viola and Viola alone.

For her part, Viola never let on she had much interest in the silly egg. It was a beautiful splash of color on her otherwise beaten and faded furniture. Before Daedalus had knocked it over, Viola had been using it as a paper weight where it would annoy her every night with its incessant flashing when she was taking notes.

Elizabeth or Dorian might have appreciated it more. No matter, though. The egg was broken now, and Viola was far too busy to repair it.

Besides, she couldn’t glue the shards back together in the hopes that it would be like nothing had changed at all.

Viola paused. Her fingers were still curled loosely around the spool of thread. From the table across the room, her abandoned notebook beckoned to her.

In two strides, she was across the room once more, grabbing her notebook and a pen, and throwing back the covers on her creation. The thin threads that scarred his skin webbed across his serene face. If only she could be content with gluing the pieces back together and setting him on a shelf like she might with a cup or a vase.

She moved a strand of hair out of his face. His skin was pale as porcelain, and just as cool to the touch. His eyes remained closed, his lungs without breath. He was broken, still.

Viola could fix him.

#writeblr #31 days of horror #listen I'm so sorry for disappearing #I don't really have an excuse tbh #idk if this counts as horror but technically frankenstein is a horror so I'm counting it #did I invent viola lore specifically for this story?#you couldn't prove it #original story #viola frankenstein #glowing eyes #reevie writes #original writing

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filesfromabibliophile · 3 years

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2020 Wrapped

It’s the last month of the year and we’re soon welcoming another year. Before that, let me take a look back on my 2020 highlights, which includes the books I’ve finished, my top favorite quotes, my top favorite author and favorite fictional characters from my 2020 reads. Here’s my year-end book roundup!

Lord Edgeware Dies (1933) by Agatha Christie

Murder on the Orient Express (1934) by Agatha Christie

Three-Act Tragedy (1935) by Agatha Christie

Death in the Clouds (1935) by Agatha Christie

The A.B.C Murders (1936) by Agatha Christie

Murder in Mesopotamia (1936) by Agatha Christie

Cards on the Table (1936) by Agatha Christie

The Count of Monte Cristo (1844) by Alexandre Duma

Murder in the Mews (1937) by Agatha Christie

Something Wicked This Way Comes (1962) by Ray Bradbury

Slaughterhouse-Five (1969) by Kurt Vonnegut

Breakfast of Champions (1973) by Kurt Vonnegut

The Book of Unholy Mischief (2008) by Elle Newmark

Girl in a Box (2006) by Sujata Massey

The Three Musketeers (1844), Alexandre Dumas

The Great Gatsby (1925) by F. Scott Fitzgerald

Pride and Prejudice (1813) by Jane Austen

The Sun Also Rises (1926) by Ernest Hemingway

1. The Count of Monte Cristo written by Alexandre Dumas, published in year 1844

by far, the longest novel i’ve read and one of my top favorites. it took me so long to finish this but it’s definitely worth it. it’s a classic revenge story, there’s so much to learn and to love about this story. very well-written, gripping and will take you on an emotional roller-coaster.

2. The Book of Unholy Mischief written by Elle Newmark, published in year 2008

this book kept me sane during the seven-month long lockdown. it made me cry a couple of times and i got easily attached to the characters. it was suspenseful, inspirational and heart-wrenching. talks about the importance of teachers and knowledge.

3. Pride and Prejudice written by Jane Austen, published in year 1813

i thought it would be a boring love enemy turn to lovers story but it took me by surprise. i am so glad i read this despite the negative comments i’ve heard about it, saying its overrated. i completely disagree. there’s a reason why its one of the most critically acclaimed classical novel of all time.

Kurt Vonnegut (1922—2007)

He is an absolute genius. His novels are satirical, witty and science fiction - all the things I love to find in a book. His take on human affairs and society as a whole makes you ponder about how truly crazy the world works and just life in general. I already read four of his stories and they were such fine masterpiece.

Wilfrid Sheed from Life described his novel Slaughterhouse-Five as “Splendid art... a funny book at which you are not permitted to laugh, a sad book without tears. Very tough and very funny... sad and delightful. Very Vonnegut”, a perfect protrayal of Kurt Vonnegut’s writing style.

“She was looking into my eyes with that way she had of looking that made you wonder whether she really saw out of her own eyes. They would look on and on after every one else's eyes in the world would have stopped looking. She looked as though there were nothing on earth she would not look at like that, and really she was afraid of so many things.”

― Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises

Elizabeth Bennet

Easily snatched the number one place as my favorite fictional character, which used to be Sherlock Holme’s place. She is the protagonist in Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice. It won’t be come as a surprise that she’s my favorite character as it is showcased in the novel. She is a strong, beautiful woman who knows how to converse brilliantly. She is quick-witted, honest, and kind, although she can be feisty when needed be. She is what every woman would aspire to be.

The Convert written by Stefan Hertmans, published in year 2020

there’s something so captivating in this cover. it’s so simple yet artistic. maybe it’s the woman’s eyes, or the visible cracks on the painting, or the weirdly but artistically placed strip of blue-sky landscape.

#books & libraries #literature #bibliophile #novel #2020 wrapped #classic #bookish #goodreads

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askthe-dawsons · 1 year

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Same hiding spot same mew XD

#askthe-dawsons #pokemon #Pokeask #Letni mewtwo #Mewtwo #Ernest mew #Mew #Fussy lil guy lmao #Also feel free to send asks/doodles of interactions!

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pompedia-archive · 4 years

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UPDATES ON MY SHEETS AND OTHER STUFF

New Muses on the Sheets:

Cloe Roberts — Bratz

Sumire Kakei — Boruto

Crysta — FernGully

Mangle ( ♀ ) — FNaF

Ringo Akai ¦ Mew Ringo — Tokyo Mew Mew

Amalia, Evangelyne & Elely — Wakfu

Muses that are now exclusives!

Katrielle Layton is now exclusives with @mysteryloved's Ernest Greeves!

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asrasleftnipple · 5 years

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First Meeting

... allegedly

Asra x Lyria (oc)

*It’s kinda like the first one in that I only use my oc’s name once so feel free to self insert! I do use she/her pronouns tho..

CWs: knife mention (for herbs), sex, swearing

She was a young herbalist who met Faust and then Asra at the market

She had fallen in unrequited love with Asra (he didn’t know). She hasn’t really been herself since he had left during the red plague.

She became Julian’s apprentice and worked under him until she was appointed court magician after the count was “murdered” and Julian fled.

She had grown very close to Julian and was devastated when he got sick and even more so when he left.

She ended up travelling around the country as a wandering soothsayer, providing remedies for ailing people she comes across.

She cut her long hair into an above-the-shoulder bob for easier maintenance on the road.

She eventually returns to Vesuvia and finds work at the palace as the court magician.

Spends the majority of her time as the court magician being a friend and confidant to both Nadia and Portia, as well as entertainment at the countess’s important events.

She didn’t know Asra had returned and also suppressed her memories of him so much that she forgot about him entirely

After a long day at the palace...

(NSFW under the cut)

‘Hmmmm,’ she falls on her back amongst the plush pillows and blankets of her bed. “Deft hands…” she whispers to herself as she begins to work her hands over her breasts and down her own body, “soft hair, plush lips” as she teases along her thighs, the image of a beautiful golden-skinned figure comes into focus, leaning over her. Their hand had replaced hers in their aimless wandering along her lower torso and thighs.

The figure tilts their head, curiously surveying the scene before them. With them, they had brought the scent of smoky herbs, cardamom and vanilla along with the sharp tang of sea salt and lemongrass. She goes rigid beneath them.

“I-it can’t- is it really you?” she whispers to the figure. They stare at her with a soft smile before leaning down to press a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth.

The magician’s eyes flutter shut as she lets out a soft whimper, arching towards the figure.

“Tell me what you want”, they whisper, pressing their fingers between her thighs, biting their lip as they watch her every change in facial expression.

“Ohhh more, yes, right there…” they deftly rid her of her underwear and push two fingers inside, making the magician gasp and arch even further into their embrace.

“What do you need?” the figure rasps, obviously getting off on this.

“Just you, it’s always been you” she breathed, head falling back. The figure smiles sadly and stoops to press kisses along her exposed jaw. The magician, amazed at the softness of their lips and the pressure building in her abdomen, let the sharpening pleasure take over her senses.

The figure groans softly while pressing a lovely purple bruise behind her jaw, making the magician moan wantonly as her orgasm hits her in waves. The figure drinks in the sight of the magician, working her down from her high, chest heaving, eyelids fluttering.

“You’re so…” the magician finally opens her eyes long enough to look at the figure dazedly “...beautiful”

She takes in the shirtless person still leaning over her, wearing the face of the one she loves; amethyst eyes with pupils blown wide and breaths deepened with lust, before flipping their positions.

Silently, she begins undoing their pants, focused. She looks up at the figure, who was watching her with hooded eyes, barely breathing and lips slightly parted. “May I?” she gestures towards their prominent erection.

“Please”, the figure breathes, shifting their hips so the magician can slide their pants down to their thighs.

“... You’re so hard...”

The figure looks surprised and then amused, “Don’t sound so surprised.”

The magician smiles and kisses her way down their torso and over one of their hip bones then moves to straddle the figure’s hips, “Is this alright?”

The figure begins to nod only to throw their head back with a strangled moan as she sinks down on their length, their back arching to be even just a little bit closer and go just a little bit deeper.

She rides them roughly and sensually, their mouth slightly ajar throughout. Their heavily hooded eyes follow her hands as she runs them up their chest. She presses the tips of her fingers into their skin, dragging her nails across their chest, just hard enough to leave a mark.

“Shit, I’m- hng!” the figure spills without proper warning. The magician slides off them, pleased with herself.

Once she’s properly settled into their side, the figure finally speaks. “Can I see you again?” they breathlessly ask.

“You know I would love nothing more” the magician murmurs, eyes sliding shut. Next to her the figure disappears completely.

Asra bolts up into a sitting position in his bed. ‘Gods, I-I. That was…’ he shakes his head, fighting through the fog of sleep.

Too early!

“Sorry Faust”, he was still distracted. Asra hasn’t seen her in years, yet the dream felt so real, it must’ve been linked. The smell of white rose and musk stays with him as he nestles back into sleep’s embrace.

(NSFW over)

The magician wakes the next morning in a fantastic mood. She stretches languidly, reflecting on the strange dream she had before dressing to join the countess for breakfast. She stops at the entrance of the dining room, perplexed at the commotion of servants scrambling to prepare for some sort of event. She spots the countess in the center of the whirlwind and picks her way over to her.

“Morning, Nadia. Did I miss something?”

“No, not at all, I’ve been so stressed it must’ve slipped my mind. A dear friend of mine has a birthday tomorrow, I’ve planned a garden party to celebrate.”

“Oh, how lovely. Anything I can do to help?”

“There is the matter of the bouquets. It’s too late to order all of the flowers I need, so I need you to collect and multiply them for me. Horticulture is a specialty of yours, yes?”

The magician nods, “Which flowers?”

“Hydrangeas, peonies, and belladonnas, also known as deadly nightshade. Before tomorrow, if you will.”

The magician nods and eats quickly before collecting an herb-cutting knife and basket for the flowers.

She arrives at the edge of the looming forest, feeling it push and pull her, like it’s conflicted. She warily begins her search.

She lets the voices of the forest wash over her and she takes in her surroundings. Once she’s acquainted with her atmosphere, she begins to search in ernest.

Suddenly she hears quiet mewing from behind her. She turns to see a tiny black kitten stumbling out of the underbrush. Had it been following her?

“Hi baby, where’s mama?” the kitten just opens its mouth wide in a big yawn. “Are you sleepy? Hungry?” she reaches into her utility belt and pulls out a handkerchief, wrapping it around the kitten, she picks it up gently and tucks it into her cloak, snug and warm. She continues her search.

It’s only when she finds the flowers she seeks that she feels another presence in the woods. A predatory presence that doesn’t seem to belong here. She quickly scans her surroundings and casts a barrier that would alert her to any new presence in the area.

‘Ok, calm down, chill, you’re just being paranoid,’ she begins her collection, thanking each bush for the flowers. Once she’s finished her task, she gently plucks a few berries from the nightshade bushes. She puts them in a soft leather pouch, ready to return to the palace. Then she hears it. A shrill cackling echoes through the trees, getting closer as she tries to discern where it’s coming from.

“Fuck, shit, fuck, gods, please no.”

She begins to make her way back, aware she’s being hunted all the way. Soon she begins to hear branches snap and footfalls that are not her own. She increases her pace, carefully at first but accelerating when the sounds grew even closer.

She stumbles into a clearing, tripping on the gnarled roots of the giant tree that seemed to tower over the others. As soon as she hits the ground, it’s on her, a single clawed hand closing tightly around the front of her cloak, ripping holes in the expensive fabric. The magician yelps as she comes face to face with some kind of demonic goat.

“Now now, no need to yell, I know I’m gorgeous,” the goat thing’s voice seems to echo in her ears.

She wrests herself free of her cloak, dropping ungracefully on her ass and scooting backwards until she sat with her back against the massive oak.

He scowls and lunges towards her, clawed hand swiping at her, catching her upper arm and tearing the skin easily. She lets out a piercing scream and forces a shield up between her and the malicious creature.

In a hut in the woods:

“Did you hear that?”

“Stay here, I’m going to find out what that was.”

“Asra-”

“I’ll be back soon, Muriel.”

“At least take Inanna with you.”

“What the hell are you and why are you hunting me?!”

“You’ve taken my place. My wife, my toys, my servants. You act like it’s all yours and you didn’t even work for it!”

“What?”

Just then a figure bursts from the undergrowth, snarling at the demon and protectively placing herself between the magician and monster.

“Lucio.” The count whirls around to face the white-haired magician, who was also stepping between the count and his prey.

“Ah... Asra! I was just leaving. Sorry you couldn’t join in on the fun,” and with that, he turns on his heel and lopes into the trees.

“Bastard. Hey! Hey, are you alright?” he crouches next to the magician, who was checking over a small black kitten tucked in the crook of her uninjured arm. He repeats himself, slowly placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. She flinches anyway. “Ah, sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you…” he eyes the purple bruise peeking out from behind her jaw.

“Ah sorry, I don’t usually startle like that…” she finally looks her savior in the eyes, sucking in a deep breath. “Asra.”

Asra’s eyes widen and he lets out a labored breath, “Lyria… fuck, are you ok?” He gently examines her injured arm, waving a healing hand over the torn skin.

“Y-you didn’t have to…” fuck, why was she acting like a shy teenager?! Asra helps her to her feet, checking her over another three times. “So you’re back…”

He finally looks her in the eye. “Yeah… so are you”

She takes a shaky breath, biting her lip and looking down at their feet. “I missed you,” she whispers.

“Then perhaps we should catch up,” he holds his arm out to her with a dashing dimpled smile and leads her back to the palace.

#the arcana game #arcana fic #asra alnazar #asra x mc #asra x oc #asra x apprentice #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #count lucio #muriel

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(BTS) Golden Lover: Chapter 3

Namjoon x Black!Reader

High Fantasy, Magic, spells, gods and goddesses

Mstrlst in bio!

“Darling daughter?” Mother called.

“Yes?” You replied.

She nodded towards your plate, “Are you not hungry?”

You shook your head and set your utensils down, “Please excuse me. It seems that my sickness lingers. I’ll be turning in early.”

“I’ll walk you to your room, Princess.” Jimin stood from his seat.

“I can--” You began, but Father cut you off. “She’d quite enjoy that. Thank you, Jimin.”

You wanted a shower. You wanted to be alone with your thoughts and smelling salts and a few cats, but no. Jimin chattered excitedly about how beautiful your Egypt was. How warm and humid but irreplaceable it’s beauty was.

“Um, Princess? I couldn’t help but notice how you were during dinner tonight. You didn’t get some bad news, did you?” His voice softened.

The worst, “Of course not. I just...I haven’t had much time to myself today. I’ve been quite busy entertaining the guests, getting to know you all.”

“I wouldn’t lie to your future husband, Princess (Y/N).” He laughed.

You swallowed hard and his smile fell.

He looked down, “I didn’t mean offense, Princess.”

“I don’t wanna marry you. I decided that from the moment I met you.”

“I see.”

You looked at him, “Please don’t be upset. I just...my father is making me choose a husband within the next two days, before the end of the festival.”

He looked at you, “We leave in three days.”

“Of course.” You sighed. “I just. I don’t wanna lose the throne due to my being stubborn. I want a good king to rule by my side, but I want to love him as well.”

“Marrying for love? You are a special one, princess.”

You scoffed and laughed, “Whatever do you mean?”

“As a royal, I would think that you would have given up marrying for true affections by the time of puberty. Often thinking instead who can help their country or prestige the most. However, you still hold onto the hope.” He looked up at the sky.

“Should I give up hope, though?”

Jimin shook his head, “Never. I believe love is powerful and one of the purest things on Earth. If you were to give up on it, then what would you have left?”

A small smile played no your lips, “You speak our language well.”

“Thank you, Princess. May I ask you a strange question? It’s something both Hobi and I were wondering.”

“You may if you tell me who Hobi is.” You replied with your arms behind you.

He didn’t know you were taking the long way to your room in order to speak to him more, but he spoke curiously. Kind but honest, and you could feel the amount of love he had in his heart. How he gave it to everyone and everything.

“Hobi is our nickname for Prince Hoseok.” Jimin smiled, “Would you like to prepare a dance with us? For the festival send off that is. We’re both proficient in dance, and your father was singing your praises at dinner. It’s ok if you don’t. Even if we cannot work as marriage partners, then I’d at least want to work as friends. Performers.”

“You’d want to dance with me?”

He nodded in ernest. It was true that you were often seen dancing in the square with your body covered in jingling gold. Oftentimes in the middle, you’d stop a robbery or something, but a princess had to know her people to serve them. That was your philosophy at least.

Back to the matter at hand. This Jimin was interesting, very interesting.

You nodded, “So, whose style would we do. Yours or mine?”

“I was thinking a fusion of our styles. Don’t you think that would be the most fitting?”

You smiled for the first time in hours, “I’d enjoy that very much. I know just where we can practice and teach each other the basics.”

This time, the prince smiled so big that his eyes disappeared, “Yes! Thank you, dear princess! Guide me, and then we can meet after dinner.”

Right, you were supposed to be unwell. You led him to the dancing spot in the garden where a stage would most likely be set up. The grass there was just growing back from last time you turned down a marriage. Then you both went to the door in front of your bedroom. As he returned to the eating hall, you snuck away for a quick swim.

A small meow was heard from the sideline, Qasab Alsukar. You told him to stay where he was and not to jump in. He walked to your pile of clothing and laid down in them. It was a stunning starry night. All your worries drifted away as you floated on your back, your twisted hair fanning out around your face.

You thought about the princes and were glad that you had been honest with them. Even if you wouldn’t be getting married to them, you could still be close to them. Having dueled with Jungkook, showed some artistic landscapes to Taehyung, Jimin and Hoseok had become your dance partners, and Yoongi was your fellow animal lover.

He had even asked you if he could take one of the cubs home, and you said yes once they were a bit older. Then there was Namjoon.

Why did your heart do that everytime you thought of him? It pounded in your ears, and you closed your eyes to shut out the sound. It didn’t work. He was gorgeous. His smile made you want to smile. The way he treated a pet that was not his. Qasab Alsukar could’ve been a street cat, but he still showed the kitten the same care as a house cat. Kim Namjoon. (Y/N) Kim. That’d be your name if you were to marry him...or his brother. The way Yoongi talked about his friend, it seemed as though he gave that kindness to everyone.

Mayhaps he’d be a good husband...maybe you did lo--

The splash of a rock to your left startled you, and you turned to see who it was. Your relaxed demeanor turning stern.

“What is the meaning of this?” You ordered before you recognized the person standing there was the man you had just been thinking of.

Kim Namjoon bowed low, “Pardon the intrusion, Princess (Y/N). There was a snake approaching you, and it did not seem you noticed. I threw the rock to hit it or at least scare it off.”

Looking around, you saw a serpent unmoving in the waters nearby. It most certainly would’ve killed you if it had gotten any closer.

You turned to him once more, “Thank...you...”

But he was gone.

Ah! Dinner must’ve been over. You put on your clothing after drying off quickly and then began walking towards the meeting place for you, Hoseok, and Jimin to begin practicing. As you got close to the archway, you realized. Kim Namjoon had seen you naked. Your breasts had been above water. How long had he been standing there silent? You made a note to speak to him the next time you saw him as your cheeks began blazing.

Alsukar mewed at your heels, and you picked him up, “Mayhaps I should get guard dogs since you did nothing to warn me, you little rascal.”

He licked your nose and meowed. Too cute. As you went into the dance room, the three of you and a drummer practiced until morning. None of you wanting to take too long of a break. Wanting to do your best to show unity and friendship and just in awe of how well you worked together and not wanting to break the flow of good energy.

You were woken up by a beautiful serving girl. Bahr. She called your name and said that she was relieved to see you. Groggy, you blinked and wondered what she was talking about. The kingdom had been worried about you and the princes since no one knew where you had gone and they had found a dead poisonous snake in the pool where you were known to sneak off to.

“We were just practicing for the festival. Where’s Iset?” You dismissed her worry with a smile.

“Her room.” Bahr replied.

“I apologize for the worry. Please inform everyone that we are fine. I’m sure father will be happy to hear me interacting with the princes.”

She nodded, “Does that mean you’ll be performing at the festival with them?”

You looked at her, “It does. I’ll be dancing with Princes Jimin and Hoseok. A fusion dance for the occasion.”

She couldn’t help but smile, “Does that mean you’ll be finding a husband this time around?”

“Maybe. I think I’ll have to if I want to be next in line.” You looked down.

Bahr had been here for many years but spoke formally, “Forgive me if I am speaking out of turn, but...I want to see you married. If you do not love your husband, then you can learn how to. Then you and your kingdom will be happy.”

She kissed your forehead and left. Breakfast had been left on a platter by your bedside. You must’ve missed it in order to sleep after dancing for so long. Iset showed up while you were eating and scolded you for disappearing. She called you a cat what with the way you went where you want when you wanted to. She went on and on with her heart on her sleeves and then asked you where you had been after all.

“With the princes…” You said. “We’re planning something for the festival and were practicing all night.”

Iset raised a brow, “For the festival or just for you? Which princes? What?”

You explained yourself and promised it was for the festival, “I’d never fool around like that...at least with nobles.” A small grin crossed your face from memories.

She sighed, “Well, I’m glad you’re opening your heart. Do you have a favorite? One you could at least learn to love once you get wed?”

Namjoon’s stern and focused face appeared in your mind once more. Ugh why him? You shook your head, ans Iset gasped.

“Who?”

“It’s nobody!” You bit into a slice of bread.

She huffed and crossed her arms.

“Fine, Namjoon! I...he’s kind and he’s the one I’m most interested to learn about. I’m lured to him. When I think about him, my heart races and I think about him when he’s not around. I don’t understand. I’m not interested in anyone but him.” The honest words tumbled out faster than you could hold them back. Your began hitting your head. “What’s wrong with me? Why does he plague my thoughts so?”

Iset couldn’t help but giggle as she held your hands, “My dear, you’re in love with him.”

“I...I could never!”

She grinned, “Whatever you say, (Y/N), but I felt this way when I saw my husband for the first time and for days after. Love at first sight is a rare thing, do not throw it away for your stubborn pride.”

“Anyways, are you doing anything during the festival? You’ll be leaving soon afterwards as well, won’t you?”

Your fellow princess and best friend gave a nod, “I am. We’re planning on having our first child and being more serious about ruling our people as a couple and securing the throne. All that joy.”

You looked out and saw Prince Namjoon and Yoongi on their way to the river behind the rest of the boys just talking. Taehyung had a large smile as he walked backwards with a towel in his clutches.

He noticed you and waved, catching the eyes of the others who turned around and did the same until Namjoon bowed. Then they all followed him by bowing as well. You rolled your eyes trying to ignore the glimpse of Namjoon’s smile and the skipped heartbeat it caused. Iset stood next to you as soon as you turned away. She waved as you missed Namjoon’s smile falling once he could no longer see you.

_____

“Namjoon-hyung.” Taehyung called. “Do you have feelings for the princess?”

“No!” Namjoon blushed as Yoongi replied, “Yep. He sure does.”

Jimin piped up, “ I think she might have feelings for you too.”

The prince’s ears perked up, “What? How?”

He disclosed how while he danced with you and Hoseok last night that you asked about him, what kind of prince he was. You had said that you wanted to spend more time with Namjoon but were nervous to approach him.

Hoseok added, “She wanted to know what plant you were talking about when you first met? Apparently you met her before dinner.”

“Ah, yes. In the market. Her father was quite strict and she was walking around without protection. Her cat followed me and...it’s the catnip.” Namjoon cut himself off when he was met with blank stares. “I brought some because I heard there would be a lot of felines here.”

A black cat with a golden ankh necklace rubbed at Yoongi’s ankles, and he picked her up, “At least you were right. I’m glad, too.”

“I’d be a good husband for her. At least, I’d like to think I would be.” Namjoon continued. “She’s cute and I enjoy her personality. I er...saw her in the pool last night...nude.”

The men all stopped and started to ask overlapping questions.

“I’m not telling you anything! I just noticed someone in the water, looked to see if they were ok. It was the princess, and there was a snake coming towards her, so I stoned it before it reached her.”

Jin replied, “Oh, Namjoon-ah! So heroic!” He laughed.

Jungkook smiled along. The boys all talked about how in love Namjoon was with the princess, and he was shy and blushed all through it. The black cat was nearby the whole time. She bathed in the sun and ate a fish Namjoon caught for her.

As a direct son of the King, Namjoon had a lot of land. A lot of resources but he was not in line for his own throne. That was Seokjin, but the younger royal was in charge of training warriors. Jin was in charge of money. Taehyung was in charge of agriculture. All of them seemed like they were good friends. Marrying just one of them could ensure so much for your people.

All of them knew this, but only one of them could marry you. It was obvious to them who they wanted it to be. Fishermen were nearby, shirtless and wet with strong arms from constantly casting nets and lifting heavy loads of sea creatures for a living. Prince Jimin watched the tallest of them intently, head in his hand.

“I have an idea!” Said Jungkook when everything was quiet, startling the cat and Jimin.

Yoongi smiled at their reactions, “It’s ok, kitten. You should go home now. I’m sure (Y/N) misses you very much.” His eyes gave a silver glow.

The cat meowed, surprised he knew the truth. Namjoon offered to walk her back to the princess, so he dusted off his shorts, threw on his robe, and held the beautiful cat in his arms.

“What’s your idea, Kookie?” the quiet man asked.

“Well, we all know we’re not getting with her,”

“YA!” Exclaimed Jin. “We haven’t even spent much time together. How do you know--”

Jungkook spoke up, “Why do you think that is?”

The oldest stayed silent at that and pouted. So the youngest explained a plan on how to get the two royals together. It would happen the day of the festival. It sounded like a good plan to the other princes. Jin was a bit downtrodden that the princess hadn’t gotten any one on one time with him, but he hadn’t really gotten the chance. He’d try to know her true feelings and from there decide if he’d be a part of Jungkook’s plan.

As Namjoon got closer to the palace, the black cat stayed close to his chest. She was adorable and the Prince thought about asking to keep her as Yoongi had done with the lion cub. Then the cat looked around and began to freak out as RapMon (affectionately called Mon-ie) ran up to his owner. The cat jumped out of his arms and ran as Monie barked and chased her into the Princess’s room!

“Mon-ie, NO!”

A strange flash of light came from the room, and Mon-ie ran out of the room and into his owner’s arms with his tail between his legs. Namjoon then worried for (Y/N) and ran into her room.

“Princess!” He called as he entered.

She looked at him. Princess Iset was there as well. The prince bowed, “Sorry for the intrusion, princesses. I just thought I saw...um. Did a cat come in here? I was trying to return her. Yoongi said she belonged to you, so I came from the beach, I mean river, to--”

“Yes, she ran out the window.” Iset replied, “She’s quite an outdoor cat. Can’t stay in one place for too long.”

She took a slight glance at you, and you blinked and looked around as if you had just returned to your own body, “Namjoon?”

“Yes, princess?”

“Please prepare something for tomorrow’s festival. I want you to show off your talents yourself instead of hearing about them from your friends.”

He blushed, “W-What would you like me to prepare?”

You looked at him, “Do whatever you think will win me over, Princey.”

The man bowed, “Yes, Princess. I do hope you feel better.” He then moved to leave, stopping mid turn. “Oh, right. Catnip.”

“What is it?”

The prince motioned to the plant in the windowsill that had cats swarming around it and soon lying down here and there.

“Cats really like it. The plant that I brought for you.”

“Oh…” You said, looking at the plant then back at him. “Thank you.”

He gave a flash of his dimples as he smiled, “You’re welcome, Princess.”

“I seem to be thanking you a lot.”

“Your presence is all the thanks I need.”

With that, the Korean prince left and closed the door behind him. Namjoon was worried. What could he do to impress the Princess in just over 24 hours? He went to the room that was prepared for his stay. Several cats had fallen asleep on his now relaxed white dog. At least they seemed to have figured each other out.

The prince stood on his balcony and looked out upon the scene before him. Sandy browns and tans that matched his golden skin helped to contrast the green of trees and blue of the ocean. Darker browns of people dressed in whites and gold popped out here and there. Namjoon wanted to write. He grabbed a notebook from his luggage and began writing, his hand struggling to keep up with his mind.

He wrote about Princess (Y/N). Her black twists like snakes around his heart. Snakes he loved, the tail of a cat. The ears as well, perking up to every creature. No. No. It was so messy. So unclear. It matched his mind. He was never good at showing his feelings towards those he was attracted to. Then again, it was a rare occasion. The last time he fell in love with Princess Wheein, and she was married off and sent away without him knowing.

They spoke through letters until she had her first child. That was years ago, but it still stung from time to time. Her sister was currently pursuing Taehyung, but everything had been put on hold for this trip, this chance to marry a foreign Princess. More beautiful than any of the words people had used to describe her.

Namjoon took a deep breath and remembered her in the market. That tattoo on her list. Remembered her at dinner that same night. He wasn’t sure why his heart hurt when he saw her conversing with his friends. Like when she and Taehyung were leaving to go on what he later found out what was a boat ride on the nearby river. It was for his little brother’s artistic inspiration. The deepthinking Prince recalled how his heart soared when, one by one the boys announced that she had only wanted friendship from them.

The word was on the tip of his tongue. The only logical explanation for his feelings. Love. But it couldn’t be. There was Wheein. There were all the girls at home and...he didn’t feel like this towards any of them. Not since he had seen (Y/N).

Before his eyes flashed the woman floating in the pool after she excused herself from dinner. She had seen so upset during the meal, so he was glad that she was smiling with her face towards the stars. His heart did a funny little tingle.

Prince Namjoon began to write once more.

Is this love Is this love Sometimes I know Sometimes I don’t The next line What should I write? So many words are circling me But I don’t like a single one I just feel it Like the moon always rising after the sun Like nails growing, like trees shedding their leaves When winter comes You’re the one To turn my recollections into memories Before I knew you My heart was only in linear motion

Yeah. That was a good start. It was the truth about his feelings. This was what he’d perform for the Princess at tomorrow’s festival.

#BTS #Bangtan #Kim Namjoon #RM #RM x Reader #Reader x RM #Namjoon x Reader #Reader x Namjoon #Black!Reader #Ancient Egypt

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