#a veritable rarity
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Nancy and Sid
Photo shoot of Sid and Nancy at Phil Lynott's house, Cricklewood, North London, summer 1978.
"When I shared a house with Phil Lynott from Thin Lizzy there were often musicians around, that veritable duo Cook and Jones from the Sex Pistols were frequent visitors. Sid and Nancy came over with them a couple of times, they did not behave like they did in public, they were well behaved and polite, they loved watching black and white Elvis Presley movies on Philip's video recorder, which was a rarity back then. Some nights we would go to bed whilst they were still watching the TV, I would go downstairs in the morning and they would be gone but the living room would be clean and tidy, they had even emptied the ashtrays, not exactly what you would expect them to do. They were always respectful to Philip although Sid was not really interested in getting tips from him on bass playing, one night I asked them to pose for pictures in our bathroom, they duly obliged and the photo appeared on the front page of the NME." - Melky Davis
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One of a kind
Elrond x reader. This is a modern AU!
This fic is dedicated to @montyc @lady-of-imladris and @sotwk. You guys rock!!
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The small bookstore, situated in the oldest part of the city and semi-hidden between a laundromat and a grocery store, is a decidedly peculiar place. No volumes with brightly coloured covers arranged in alphabetical order or grouped by topic on the shelves, no new releases put on display on the front window, no section reserved to academic texts or books for children. It is a tiny, dusty space, with tomes of all sorts, sizes and shapes (!) piled in the corners or spread over tables; some look like they have not been touched for years, or are barely legible. It looks more like a pawn shop or a flea market than a bookstore, but the unassuming, modest appearance hides a veritable treasure cove: the store deals with rare and antique books, including many unique pieces, some of which are worth as much as the rent of a four rooms apartment. You adore it, and adore spending hours browsing around: you have been studying, and working with, old books ever since you were a girl, and in the bookstore you have found many precious volumes to add to your private collection; were it for you, you would never leave.
The sole downside of the store is its owner…
In a cool, rainy fall afternoon, you are wandering about as usual, inspecting the hundreds of books all around you, some of which are even piled under the furniture, given the lack of space, protectively holding the loot of today against your chest: a book printed at the beginning of the last century, in mint conditions, that many experts in the field considered lost. You know already that the store owner will ask a high sum for it, but the book is well worth it.
As you continue your tour in the barely lit rooms, the old parquet crackling under your feet, you find yourself walking by the counter: the owner, behind it, is discussing with a young man with dark hair, who you briefly, almost reflexively, glance at… and find yourself unable to look away.
He looks roughly your age, with the slender, strong build you would expect from an athlete, short hair the colour of oak wood framing the sort of face you had only seen in centuries-old paintings: he is simply dressed -jeans, a soft sweater, dark boots- but there is something elegant, even refined, in him. You move a few, hopefully unseen, steps towards him, to better look at him under the soft light of the old chandelier… and your eyes fall on the book the man and the store owner are discussing about; it is sitting on the counter between them, and when you recognize it, your heart skips a beat or four.
“So… how much could it be worth in your opinion, sir?” the man asks, his polite tone betraying a hint of anxiety.
“Hmm, let’s see...” the owner answers with the condescending tone you are used to, but still dislike “It is in fairly good conditions. I’d say… a hundred.”
The book you had chosen almost slips from your hands. A hundred?!?!
“So little?” the man asks, disappointment evident on his fair face “It is antique, I thought...”
“So it is, but what makes a book valuable is its rarity, not so much its age. This edition of your book was printed in more than five thousand copies, which significantly reduces its worth.”
“Oh.”
The man sighs, visibly saddened. “I see. A hundred is fine.”
The two men, engrossed in their conversation, pay you no mind, and you wait until the store owner has opened a drawer under the counter to take the money before making your move.
“If I may interrupt.” you intervene in your sweetest tone as you approach; the store owner glares at you.
“What do you want?”
“Simply to take a look at the book, if the gentleman allows.” you explain before addressing him directly “Do you mind? I am a bibliographer, and antique and rare books are exactly my field of study.”
“Of course.” he readily answers as he turns towards you, and for a moment you feel your heart tremble because of the soft, clever but kind look of his dark eyes, pink lips opening in a friendly smile; he is undoubtedly one of the most attractive people you have met in a long time, attractive enough to leave you speechless for a moment, but the weight of the book he is offering you in your hands quickly brings you back to attention. It is as you thought: a copy of The Annals of the Beleriand printed at the very beginning of the last century. And it is in perfect conditions!
“I had not seen one of these for years!” you exclaim, as usual unable to hide your excitement when a rare book is concerned “May I ask how you came by this?”
“It is part of the book collection we inherited from our parents.” the man explains; he has sensed your interest, and looks at you hopefully “Do you think it is worth more than a hundred?”
“I’d say! Normally, two hundreds would be a fair price for a book from this period, but for a particularity: it is said that the warehouse where the copies of this edition were kept was set aflame on the night before the books were supposed to be transferred and put on the market.”
“You are saying the books burnt?”
“I am; the fire very nearly spread to the whole street, according to an old newspaper article I read. Anyway, only six copies were said to have survived; including this, and another one which is in my possession.” you explain with satisfaction, and then offer your sweetest smile to the store owner, who has gone red in the face with anger and irritation “I am sure our friend here was unaware of this little detail, otherwise he would have never offered you such a modest sum.”
The dark-haired man’s smile, already aware you saved him from being swindled, grows even larger, and grateful; there is no need for words, and in a moment, you have allied against the owner. “And since you are clearly an expert on the subject, what price do you think I should accept?” he asks, his eyes boring into yours.
Ah! “I would say...” dramatic pause “A thousand.”
It is ten times the sum the man was going to accept, had you not intervened, and this makes him gasp with joy; the bookstore owner, on the other hand, looks on the verge of a heart attack.
“Of course, if the gentleman here cannot afford to offer such a figure, I know a few people who…”
“No, no, just a second!” the owner protests “The book’s conditions are not so satisfactory after all. I think seven hundred is…”
“A thousand.” your new friend interrupts him, still polite but clearly determined not to accept less than what he could ask for “Either a thousand or the deal is over.”
It is with great pleasure that you observe as the owner takes the agreed sum out of the drawer and rudely puts it in the hands of the client; on his request, he also writes a receipt for the sale.
“I’d like to buy this instead.” you state then, handing the man the book you had chosen, and your credit card “I think four hundred is a fair price.”
The owner glares at you; if looks could kill, friends and family would be already gathered to cry on your tomb. “It’s not up to the client to decide the price. Six hundred.”
“Four hundred and fifty.”
“Five hundred and fifty.”
“Five hundred.”
“Five hundred, all right.” he finally relents with a sigh, while you mentally pat yourself on the back; this is a fair price, and the one you had intention to pay from the start. You put the book in your bag, while the man next to you does the same with his money.
“Goodbye and thank you!” you say almost as one to the owner, still glaring at you both while he looks at the man open the door and let you pass first.
Once you are both outside, the dark-haired man smiles at you, full of joy and relief. “If we were a couple of teenagers, I would now high-five you.” he confesses “But since we are both adults, I’ll limit myself to thank you from the bottom of my heart, for your help.”
“It was a real pleasure.” you sincerely answer, while impulsively you offer his your hand “I am (full name).”
“Elrond Peredhel. Pleased to meet you.”
Elrond’s hand -the grasp firm but not painful, the fingers long and elegant… and naked, you cannot help but noticing, with no wedding or engagement ring on sight- shakes yours; the gaze of his dark eyes is so intense it makes you shiver… and the sensation is not at all unpleasant.
“How may I repay you?”
“There is no need, really; I can’t stand those who take advantage of other people’s ingenuity.”
“I agree, but thanks to you I earned ten times what I would have otherwise. May I at least buy you dinner?”
He is not asking you out, unfortunately, but you like his approach, the ability to recognize he is in debt without humbling himself; he has a self-confident, but not proud, bearing, this young man you find yourself liking more with each passing minute. Who knows, maybe he has other books to sell, and in that case you could meet again at the store…
“Thank you, but I really can’t accept.” you answer, forcing yourself not to take advantage of his generosity “Dinner would be far too much…”
“A drink, then?” Elrond insists, a friendly smile softening the insistence in his words “Wherever you wish.”
By now you can’t help smiling; why not, after all?, you ask yourself; he’s offering, and all you ask is to enjoy his attention for a while. “All right; if you are sure, thank you.”
You decide on a nearby pub. It has started raining, and Elrond covers both with his umbrella as you walk towards it, his boots and your sneakers advancing side by side on the wet cobblestone.
“You are a regular at the bookstore, I gathered.”
“I really am. The owner hates me, and the only thing stopping him from shutting the door in my face is the fact that I am his best customer, and I have brought many others to the store. It really is the best place in town when it comes to rare and antique books, which is why I put up with him.” you explain with a sigh, and Elrond smiles.
“Well, all the better for me.”
You reach the pub five minutes later, and soon you and Elrond are sitting at one of the round, lacquered tables; as a perfect gentleman, he lets you order first.
“Forgive me if I say so, but a thousand seems like an absurd sum for a book.”
“I understand you’re surprised, but believe me, that is a pretty standard price for what I usually deal with, and I have seen many volumes sold for much higher prices.” you eagerly explain; you like to talk about your job, especially when the interlocutor is clearly interested in what you have to say “Last year, a first edition of The Red Book of Westmarch was sold for a hundred thousand. And that is not the most striking case.”
“Hmm…”
Elrond sips his drink as he reflects on your words. “Would you be able to assess the value of any rare book? And to put the owner in touch with a potential buyer?” he inquires in the end.
“Of course, with a little time at my disposal.” you proudly answer “I know many collectors and bibliophiles, and even a few auction houses. Why, you have other treasures to sell?”
Elrond’s expression turns serious, almost circumspect, as he takes a notebook out of his bag, opens it and then offers it to you. “I think I can trust you.” he states, and you are taken aback at how proud, and sincerely happy, you feel because of that assessment “Here, tell me what you think.”
Listed on the pages of the notebook in a small and elegant calligraphy, under the title Ada’s books are more than a hundred volumes; of each, Elrond has neatly listed the title, the year of publication, the editor and the conditions - mostly perfect or very good.
And what a list! You feel your eyes widen as you scroll down the page and realize the content of this notebook is a veritable treasure cave. First editions, novels in languages that were only printed once, signed copies… if they are all, or even just half of them, genuine -which you can’t assume, no matter how friendly and handsome Elrond is; like any bibliographer, you are by now an expert in recognizing a forgery, and you can’t count the times the masterpiece you thought you had discovered was actually not even twenty years old- this is a discovery worth to be shown to all the experts in the field, and even to be exhibited.
“So? What do you think?” Elrond anxiously asks, and you make sure to look at him in the eyes before answering.
“I feel as if I had opened a cookie box and found all three Silmarils inside.”
His cheeks turn an adorable shade of pink. “Oh, come on…!”
“I am deadly serious, Elrond. This list… some volumes on it are first editions, and a few must be rare enough to be classified as almost impossible to find. There is at least a title, maybe two, for which a single copy was thought to exist until now! Eru… it is a veritable fortune! We are talking of very sizeable sums, if you were to sell them.”
“Please! Lower your voice!” Elrond urges you, discretely looking all around him.
“Sorry, sorry. It is just…”
You swallow the rest of your drink in a gulp; you are so excited that the hand holding the glass is shaking.
“I am sorry; when it comes to rare books, I lose the sense of moderation like some women do in a clothing boutique; I really am obsessed. My mother says this is why I am still single.” you admit, making him laugh “How did you come by this… collection?”
Elrond explains that his ancestors have bought rare books for decades, and that through the generations the collection, by now of considerable size and richness, was bequeathed to him and his twin brother Elros. Then, the expression of your new friend turns sad.
“Our parents were… taken from us when we were very young. We were kidnapped, in a sense, and then we were informed they had died.” he explains, catching you a bit off-guard; you can’t see how that tragedy is linked to the book collection, but that doesn’t prevent you from offering him your sincere condolences.
“I am so sorry, Elrond; it’s… it’s a terrible thing to experience, especially when one is so young.”
“It was. Now we are older, and we manage just fine, except… my brother fell ill, six months ago; very ill, enough that for a while we thought he would not… anyway, there is a cure that has a good probability to restore his health, but it is costly. Very costly - too much for me, and none of our friends can help in a way that would really matter.”
Even with the relatively good news of the cure, taking care of his brother has clearly taken a toll on Elrond; his sad, scared and still brave smile talks of a man who has spent more than one sleepless night wondering how to save the life of the only family he has left. Poor, poor Elrond, you think as you feel your heart break for him; you have already taken a liking to him, to his sweet smile and expressive dark eyes, but this poor man is dealing with problems you would not wish on your worse enemy, and that are taking a toll more on his mental equilibrium than on his economic situation.
“I am so sorry, Elrond.” you whisper; instinctively, and even though you have never been used to physical contact with people you have barely met, your hand finds his arm on the table, and gently squeezes it in consolation “I took care of my father for years before… before he left; I know how painful it is.”
“Thank you, (name). But there is no need for condolences; Elros will live, I know, I only need to help him, and there is nothing I wouldn’t do to in order to give him just one more chance. To sell our family’s book collection was a tough decision -all of it, should it be necessary- considering it is one of the few things we have left of our father, but my brother comes before everything else.”
Elrond smiles. “Thanks to you, that copy of the Annals will pay for two months of his therapy; so thank you, (name), thank you so much.”
You tell him you are happy you could help, especially now that you know what he will use the money for. “Maybe… maybe I could do something else.” you tentatively add, suddenly shy for a reason you can’t fully comprehend but determined to support Elrond in any way you can, for no reason but the need to make sure his brother receives the best of care, and the love and the concern you see in his dark eyes. “Could I borrow this list? Or could you make me a copy?”
“Why?”
“Even at first glance it is clear that you are in possession of a veritable gold mine in books, but I would like to do a throughout research on a few of this volumes. I need to consult a few database and maybe with one or two colleagues, and check with the auction houses to see what price we -you- could realistically hope to sell at, because sometimes simply there is no one willing, or able, to pay a fair price. You could tell me if there are volumes you would be more inclined to sell, or what sum you need for Elros’ next cycle of therapy, and I would do my best to find a buyer. What do you think?”
Elrond doesn’t think much, at the moment, judging by his overwhelmed expression. “I… I had thought about bringing one or two volumes at a time at the bookstore…”
“You could; but as you have seen, the store owner is the last person you could expect a fair payment from; if you let an expert -which I am, false modesty aside- help you, you will be sure no one is taking advantage of you.”
“And you could help me? You would?”
“Of course.” you reassure him with a smile “This is what I do. I usually take a percentage of each sale I help arrange, but don’t worry, I am relatively cheap - ehm, my fee is.”
You would be tempted to add you can repay me taking me out to dinner or something like that, but you don’t; even in jest it would be offensive, given what Elrond told you regarding his brother, and you have seen enough of him to know already he would be terribly embarrassed by your proposal. It would be highly inappropriate… for now, at least, and regardless of whether he would be inclined to accept or not. Who knows...
A quick telephone number and e-mail address exchange later, Elrond promises to send you a copy of the list before the end of the day, and you to get down to work as soon as he does.
“Meeting you was a gift from above, (name).” Elrond says “I am sorry you had to waste a whole afternoon because of me.”
“Believe me, I was happy to help.” you answer, as sincere as you have never been before, while you leave the pub together, under a sky devoid of clouds, the blue almost blinding “And I had nothing else to do, to be honest. I have walked my dog this morning and I, uhm, I am not married, you know, and so...”
“Well, all the better for me.” Elrond says, and then, realizing the implications, he blushes a fiery red “I mean… otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to consult you, and...”
He’s stammering, but he smiles when he sees you do the same, and finds again the polite, self-assured attitude you have already witnessed while he spoke to the bookstore owner; you have dealt with your fair share of rare books, you suddenly reflect, but he is the first real one of a kind you have ever encountered. “I’ll write to you as soon as I get home, (name).” he promises.
“Amazing. You’ll hear from me very soon, I promise.”
He hesitates for a moment -he is still blushing- and then kisses you on the cheek, his touch as delicate as a sparrow’s wing. You depart, stopping just once to look at Elrond’s elegant, slender form walking away, and then you set off for home, feeling happy for reasons that have nothing to do with the antique book stored in your bag.
Tagging as usual @starlady66 and @elvenenby.
#The Lord of the Rings#The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power#The Rings of Power#Rings of Power#Elrond#Elrond Peredhel#Elrond x reader#Robert Aramayo#Bellona's stuff
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Do otome villainesses actually exist?
When browsing vndb,I got an idea; How many otome villainesses I can actually find. It’s well known in the otome community that villainesses are mostly a rarity usually reserved for mobages and faceless mobs.
While you’ll be hard pressed to find a villainess in a modern otome game due to multiple reason “some people consider it sexist plus let’s be real in a good chunk of plot oriented otome who has time for -insert jealous twin drill groupie- when the world’s about to end”?
So when sifting through the rival tag I got a decent bunch of characters that fit the role.
(Please note: I don’t have much info on these character outside of character summary, so I don’t know if they hit the other tropes of otome isekai like dying horribly, attempting to kill the heroine or a condemnation event plus I never played these games)
Charlotte Eckerhardin- Pretty☆Witch☆Academy! (R18)
She’s betrothed to one of the love interests and in love with another plus she’s described as “determined to make him her "Partner" any way necessary.”
Wakamori Midori- Miss Princess Miss Pri!
There actually three rivals but Midori fits the bill the most being haughty and hass a prissy look to her
Jougasaki Ririko- Saikin Koi Shiteru?
In love with one of the love interest and is described “the jealous prideful type who hates to lose”
Cossette Gipeldi- Oukyuu Yasoukyoku
In love with LI and eats the protagonist like a rival due to her being his twin sister. (And if you’re wondering, Yes they go there)
Yuurakuin Towako- Full House Kiss
A haughty girl who’s cold to the protagonist. It says “her goal is to gain elite status by marrying a rich and powerful man” so there’s a good chance that she could be gunning for one of MC’s LIs
Richil Emaiyu & Deana Carlsait - Ripple no Tamago ~Apprentice Magician~
Mainly Richil due to her antagonizing the MC and stealing her work (plus she has twin drills). Idk if Deana counts since she’s actually a LI’s rival.
Elizabeth- Soshite Kono Sora ni Kirameku Kimi no Uta
Haughty looking girl who considers herself the MC’s rival.
Carlotta- PersonA ~Opera Za no Kaijin~ (R18)
A prima donna who flirts with one of the love interest. Plus, she ends up dying.
Ejima Shikiko- Hanaoni ~Koi Someru Toki Towa no Shirushi~
Treats the protagonist as an obstacle due to them being oni’s brides
Goutokuji Sakurako- Dear My Sun!! ~Musuko★Ikusei★Capriccio~
She kinda counts... She’s more of rival in the “who’s kid is better” raising sim of the game then a love rival. Plus twin drills.
Hayami Nadeshiko- Sto☆Mani ~Strobe☆Mania~
Doesn’t get along with the MC and respect the LI (tbh she seems more like a tsundere than a villainess)
Kotoo Ruka- Panic Palette
Has a connection with LI and considers the protagonist a rival at first sight (a bit extra but go off)
Ookuma Karen - Butlers ~Meshimase Ojou-sama~
In love with LI and related to another.
Fana De La Wibell Leyendike- Albaria no Otome
Wealthy, Ambitious, and a daughters of noble
Shinogami Rie- True Fortune
I don’t have much on this girl but she’s described as cold-hearted
Toujou Yurika- Otometeki Koi Kakumei★Love Revo!!
A wealthy girl who bullies the MC out of envy
Cordelia- Diabolik Lovers
I guess she counts. She’s a haughty noblewoman who torments the MC over a man (either her husband or her sons) or power
Madame du Barry- Bara ni Kakusareshi Verite
Arrogant and literally holds animosity toward the MC for not knowing her.
Rika- Amnesia
Practically the most well known otome villianess. Basically made the MC’s life hell of a LI. She did become friends with her in the later game, tho. Plus she runs with toast in her mouth (Not relevant whatsoever but I had to tell someone that fact)
Cynthia/Adele/Martha- Wand of Fortune
In love with LI and causes trouble for the MC, though they seem to comic relief for the most part.
Welp, that was lot. I guess the main conclusion is yes otome villainess did exist but they mainly seemed to died off. some are more rivals in technical aspects like magic or jobs. Interestingly, I found a lot of stereotypical snobby ojou-sama rival type from galges.
This is a bit rambly, I’ll edit in pictures later, I have to get to sleep
#otome#otome isekai#villainess isekai#josei muke#otome game#otomege#otoge#amnesia otome#wand of fortune#diabolik lovers#Otometeki Koi Kakumei★Love Revo!!
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While it may not be a strange sight to see people milling about the Kamisato Estate's grounds, the person sleeping on one of the sun-warmed rocks in the garden surely is for those who may not be familiar with him. With everything that's happened in the past few months, Kazuha has decided to take refuge in the one place he knows not many, if any, are going to bother him.
His nap, however, is short-lived when the telltale noise of paws hitting the ground reaches his ears and he opens his eyes just in time to see a bright white cat trying to get Thoma's attention. "Tsuki, let Thoma finish his tasks!" though it does little to deter the feline from her own task "Spoiled rascal." a laugh as he slips off the rock and ambles closer, intent on picking Tsuki up himself, flashing the retainer an apologetic smile as he does so "Sorry for her, she always wants to play."
Once again the concept of record time was being executed in the mid-afternoon. A familiar friend in hand, the small collective of dust upon the railings and hidden up into the small nooks and crannies held a bitter hope in trying to remain for long. Many have fancied Thoma’s movements similar to a dance from how effective he executes cleanliness in a virtually relaxed posture. No small space would find itself excused as these ‘bases’ of dust would hold little choice but to meet their maker.
What managed to change the flow of this status would be an adorable critter that paraded around the estate grounds as if this was her own veritable wonderland. A claws could be felt upon the bottom of his pants leg, that short and outright adorable mew as a set of marble like eyes peered up to him. It looks as if the young one was a brave soul who wasn’t shy in making their demands! To see that it also caught the attention of a welcomed companion finding rest here only causes the smile to grow upon Thoma’s features.
Now weren’t they quite the unique party settled together?
It was laughter shared as the ‘Old Duster’ found itself quickly cleaned and set to the side. With his hands now brushed, seeing Kazuha’s polite gesture causes him to shake his head, it was no big matter. “Is this her favorite time to play, when time may be of the essence?” Not that it was, all the same Thoma proceeded to crouch down in order to even the level just a little bit more between him and the cat.
Thoma found himself softened as the name’s meaning clicks within his mind. She truly was the moon walking amidst sunlight. Reaching forward, a careful, welcoming brush meets the side of the cat’s neck, keeping to a small portion along the shoulder as he pets them. “I certainly don’t mind. Attention like this is always a welcome given the familiar parties I have to mingle with. As the Fixer, it means people who play well into the realm of etiquette and business. Forthright emotions are beyond rarity in such a field.
So for this current moment? Thoma would soak in the attention while the atmosphere trailed to a more amiable state. Peering up to another good companion of his, a welcomed smile awaits Kazuha as he takes the initiative of picking up Tsuki himself, arms settled in a way where she can leisurely lay upon his cradling hold.
“Now days seeing those with a lot of energy is something I consider a blessing. So if you don’t mind me asking, what would happen to be a favorable game of theirs? All guests have to certainly feel welcomed here.”
@drolliic
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Exotic Elegance: Discovering Unique and Rare Flowers in Singapore
In the realm of flora, there exists a category of blooms that transcend the ordinary, captivating our senses with their rare beauty and distinct charm. Amidst Singapore's diverse botanical tapestry, these exotic treasures hold court, offering a glimpse into the extraordinary diversity of the natural world.
Singapore's floral deliveries serve as a veritable treasure trove, unveiling a captivating array of rare and unique flowers that stir the imagination and evoke a sense of wonder. From the ethereal allure of orchids to the majestic splendor of proteas, each bloom boasts its own enchanting qualities, weaving tales of resilience and allure.
Yet, beyond their rarity lies a deeper allure – a sense of mystique and fascination that these exotic blooms exude. In Singapore, florists spare no effort in sourcing these elusive treasures, ensuring that each arrangement is a masterpiece that pays homage to the remarkable beauty of nature.
In a city celebrated for its innovation and creativity, Singapore floral delivery offers a gateway to the captivating world of rare flowers from across the globe. Whether you seek to make a bold statement or simply yearn to infuse your surroundings with an air of elegance, these exotic blooms stand ready to mesmerize and enchant, inviting you on a journey of discovery and delight.
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The Top Most Valuable Die Struck Coins in the World
So you're into coin collecting, are you? Maybe you've been building your collection for years and have amassed quite the assortment of rare and valuable pieces. Or perhaps you're just starting out and looking to invest in some highly sought after coins that are sure to gain value over time. Either way, you've come to the right place. We're going to explore some of the most valuable die struck coins in the world. These prized coins were meticulously designed and minted, with pristine detalls and markings that make them true works of art. Their scarcity and demand from serious numismatists and investors around the globe have driven their value to astronomical levels. If you're lucky enough to get your hands on any of these coins, you'll have a small fortune right in your pocket. But be prepared to shell out a hefty sum, as their rarity and prestige come at a very high price. Let's dive in and see which die struck coins are considered the most valuable in the world. Your coin collection will never be the same!
The Top 5 Most Valuable Die Struck Coins
When it comes to the world's most valuable coins, die struck specimens reign supreme. Die struck coins are made by pressing an engraved die onto a blank piece of metal to create an image. The 5 most valuable die struck coins are:
The 1933 Double Eagle. This $20 gold piece is the holy grail of coins, with only 13 left in existence. Valued at over $7.5 million, one sold in 2002 for a record $7.59 million.
The 1787 Brasher Doubloon. One of the first gold coins minted in the U.S., only 7 originals remain. The most recent sale netted $7.4 million in 2014.
The 1804 Sliver Dollar. Only 15 were minted, as a special request. Though not the rarest, 1804 Silver Dollars are coveted by collectors. One sold for $4.1 million in 1999,
The 1913 Liberty Nickel, Only 5 were mistakenly minted, and one sold for over $4.5 million in 2018, setting a record for a U.S. coin.
The 1787 Fugio Cent. One of the first coins authorized by the U.S., less than 150 Fugio Cents still exist. The most valuable sold for $2.35 million in 2016.
As you can see, rarity and historical significance drive the value of these die struck coins. If you're lucky enough to come across one of these precious pieces of history, hold onto it -you're holding a veritable gold mine in your hands! But unless you Inherit one from your great aunt Bertha, the odds of finding an affordable one are slim to none. For most of us, these coins will remain elusive collectors' items.
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dragon age prompt: celene and/or briala finding out about lambert/marcello
Hi, anon, thank you for giving a prompt! Since this is going to take a while to get to AO3, here is the whole thing a little early (if you are watching my blog? idk. Either way it's here, it's a lil long, and it went places I was not expecting. Hope you enjoy!)
Briala was quite certain that the Winter Palace’s library was quite useless.
She was also certain that if she said that out loud, Celene would kill her, throw her in the Shining Sea, and shed seldom a tear for her. Her empress was never keen to have her library’s worth contested, but it was especially so these days. Culling a smile at the thought, Briala put the book she’d been reading back on the shelf.
The Marquisate had fallen to her hands almost five years, and long past were the days when her plays were lauded as brilliant moves in The Game simply because they had come from an elf – the advantage of the scandal of her race had long dried its well. In the years since, the court had adapted itself well to her and her schemes, only the occasional dual strike from herself and the empress – only used when their goals aligned perfectly, as per their reconciliation agreement all those years ago – still drew as large yields as those first years.
Her current predicament as the chief mistress of the empress - … not that there were other mistresses, but the title was accurate and important nonetheless – just as the Court was shifting on its head with the imminent arrival of an heir, was to ensure that there was some sort of precedent for her role in the future heir’s life.
There was much that was new about her that was novel enough for the court, and she and Celene had made sure that all her roles were enshrined in tradition – that she came off as just another regular Noble who happened to be an elf.
It worked, for the most part, but now… Well, mistresses did not usually have control over the heir’s lives and a certain… distance was expected.
Briala could not allow that to happen.
Nor did she want it to happen.
She wanted to be there for more reasons than just one. It would behove her people to ingrain herself with the heir to the throne, of course, but she also did want to be there for Celene’s child. She had always thought she would be, even when she’d been a handmaiden to a princess or a spymaster to an empress.
Briala took another book that seemed promising to add to the pile on the desk. She had to find something. Either a mistress that had an influence on the upbringings of the child, an elf that did educate a royal child, or something similar like that. Records were famously skimpy on that, children usually the only thing kept from the games of appearance they all played, but surely-
The doors to the library opened and Briala winced when it appeared that there was a veritable procession of nobles wishing to use it.
The click of heels on the marble floor came at a familiar rhythm, and Briala straightened her back subconsciously. Celene’s walking as an empress commanded no less, and the steps that followed told Briala there was a full train of nobles behind her.
Briala stood at attention, hands behind her back, just as Celene and her entourage came into view.
There was no Damodar today, which was becoming a rarity as Celene’s pregnancy progressed. The empress’s consort could be called protective on most days, but as the months went by, there was seldom a time he was not at the empress’s side in public.
Then again, the two - well, three - of them had had a row last night. Celene had wanted their child to be born in Val Royeaux while Damodar insisted that it was too dangerous to travel and they should remain in Halamshiral – with only three months to go, Briala had sided with Damodar, leading Celene to a bout of a childish tantrum followed by tears.
Fun times, really.
There was no indication of any of that in Celene, of course.
Briala had always heard that people seemed to glow when they were pregnant. It was… an exaggeration, perhaps, but Celene did look different. There was more shine to her hair, her skin was brighter when she removed her makeup, and her chest had swelled alongside her belly. Celene had always been a slight woman of harsh angles, it was strange to feel the softness in her body. She looked… she looked beautiful and Briala hated that she could barely take her eyes off of her sometimes if the sun hit just right.
Aware of the eyes of Celene’s ever growing entourage, Briala quickly followed protocol. She might have seen her just this morning in the empress’ suites, but the Court needed to see her greet the empress as if she’d not spent the morning holding back her pale-blonde hair as she went through her still lingering bouts of morning sickness.
“Your Radiance.” She bowed her head in a nod of respect, there was no need for Briala to do a deep courtesy like every other noble. “It is always a joy to see you. How do you fare today?”
The pale-blue eyes narrowed, as the nobles behind her could not see it and she was free to do so, but the voice came softly with no hints at the true feelings shown in the eyes, “Everything is perfectly splendid, Marquise.”
Briala almost cackled at the obvious lie. Celene hated pregnancy with a passion that might even eclipse her love for her tea. She complained about what the weight did to her mobility (or lack thereof), about the strange cravings that bordered on the nonsensical (the strangest being squid – Celene hated squid at the best of times), about the tiredness that often seeped into her at midday (she had caught Celene taking a nap atop some treatises more than once), about the overprotectiveness of most people around her (she was rarely alone these days). Most recently, however, she complained about the faint marks appearing on her rounded stomach (her empress could be incredibly vain sometimes, but Briala had quickly dispelled her of the notion that the stretch marks were in any way unpleasant or unflattering).
Briala could sympathize with her lover, after all Celene had always been an active and stick-thin girl who took pride in her appearance and ability to protect herself even without the aid of her fancy chevaliers, but Briala would first admit that she enjoyed seeing her so miserable when there was no actual danger laying about.
She thought it was adorable, really, seeing the perpetual pout of someone having such a terrible time but having to hide it all the same. Pregnancy also made Celene incredibly needy and prone to crying, which Briala also thought was hilarious.
Just another thing Celene would probably toss her into the sea for.
Celene was eyeing her with curious eyes, and Briala sighed, knowing that she had caught the attention of the empress by rushing to the library – which was never really a place that Briala would visit of her own volition unless she had to. The elf gave discreet signs to the empress – gripping the dress once, and pulling on her collar twice – that signified she wanted some privacy. Celene nodded quickly.
“Turn around,” the empress’ cool voice demanded of her entourage.
There were huffs and puffs, gasps of indignation and twittering giggles, coalescing into the familiar sounds of the Orlesian court. They obeyed, of course, nothing but puppets on a string when the winds favoured Celene’s reign and the empress was prescient enough to sail the shark-infested waters of her court. As the nobles spread out among the bookshelves or simply went over to stand over the balcony – their backs always turned to them, as Celene demanded – her empress began to relax.
This was as private as they could get in public, these days.
“Hello darling,” Celene whispered, coming to stand so close to Briala that she could smell the rose and honeysuckle scent of her perfume. “Did you have lunch with Freamont? Is that what triggered this bout of research?”
Jacques Freamont was a prominent noble from a small province near Emprise du Lion, and he presided over a large number of elven subjects. Briala had constant dealing with him; she did not like him much, but could not deny that he was very effective at his job, and really that was all that mattered. He had been the one that questioned what her role would be in the future of the empire.
Briala could not believe she had been complacent enough not to think of it herself.
“I was thinking about the child,” she said, quietly. “I just wonder… I mean, I know my role to you, the duties of the Chief Mistress and of the Marquisate are quite clear and I have enjoyed such duties,” she tried to keep the tone professional, knowing that some nobles were likely straining their ears to listen, despite Celene’s orders for privacy, “however, I have grown to wonder what my role will be to the child. I have no desire to abandon you, Majesty, however there is no precedent for-
“Marcello de Vecchi.”
Briala jerked at the fast response. Had Celene also been thinking about her role in all of this? It was a relief, in a sense, but… She was certain that the name was Antivan, perhaps Celene had been speaking about people foreign to the Court, or perhaps, just the Maitress-en-titre.
“Who is that?”
“Bria.”
An exasperated sigh, as if Briala should know everything about the man. Briala rolled her eyes, well aware of Celene’s well-read mind and that what she thought was supposed to be common knowledge actually often skirted the impossibly niche.
“Lambert Valmont, the start of my line as you well know, was merely a captain in the Imperial Army when the Fourth Blight occurred, his bravery and Maker-given talent allowed him to rescue a king and gain the hand of a princess, but his reasons to do so came about because he wanted to rescue his lover, Marcello de Vecchi, a Crow in the service of Antiva. When Lambert returned to our beloved country, he brought his wife, the Princess Irene, and, according to records only the Valmont have, he brought Marcello as well. He was Lambert’s lover for many years and took an active and predominant interest in the children Lambert and Irene had, and the grandchildren that followed. All the accounts we have are that he raised them himself more than Lambart did.” Celene shrugged then, an empress’ feigned casualness to it. “He also happened to be an elf.”
The dime dropped, and history turned.
The man who had raised Alphonse Valmont, the first Valmont Emperor, the one who dethroned the holy dynasty of the Drakons, was an elf? Briala blinked at the news, trying to grapple with how it made history twist itself into another completely different vision.
There were screeches of surprise coming from the always listening rabble of nobles that followed Celene around.
They both ignored it.
Sensing her shock, Celene reached out to touch her hand. “Briala,” Celene was smiling, “our people built this dynasty together, this palace in which we stand would not exist without your people in more ways than just one. Alphonse built his Chateau here for his siblings, yes, and for his parents… of which there were three. And Maker knows we humans have not been the best of partners, that we squandered the promises Marcello and Lambert must have made to one another and the children to them, but we are trying again.” The whispers and gasps were incessant now. “We will be better, and the records of your contributions will not be erased to be shared only between our family. I have already given my family’s diaries to the university for safekeeping. I imagine there will be quite the revelations to come… should we ever need them to be revealed.”
The words seemed to induce someone to faint, the thud of a body hitting the marble floors of the library and the following gasps a comical setting for the heartfelt promises Celene made; a promise of a legacy and of her place in Celene’s family. It was long past the time that she believed Celene’s promises at face value, even as the years passed and it was harder and harder to remain sceptical, but when she actually made steps to ensure it… well, there was little else Briala could do.
Briala allowed a bit of her heartache to subside. She would have to research Marcello more, but there was a precedent.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
Celene laughed. “Bria, I did!” The empress shook her head fondly and the gemstones on her mask caught the light, making her glitter and glow in the light of the pink sunset. Briala cursed her fond heart as it did a flip. “You just never pay attention to me.”
Preposterous.
Ridiculous.
Utter bullsh-
“You know it is true,” Celene continued but with a far too innocent tilt to her soft voice. Briala narrowed her eyes, and Celene smiled mischievously. “It is not my fault that you thought that getting into the kitchens to steal one of your mother’s cakes was more important than me recounting my history lessons to you.”
Oh, this bitc-
“You told me when we were children?” Briala pontificated her question by jabbing her finger repeatedly against the empress’ collarbone. “That does so not count and you know it, you ass.”
Celene did not even try to avoid her accusations and giggled, more for the benefit of their audience than anything else, which once again triggered the whispers of Celene’s entourage anew at the liberties that Briala could take. It was years of their relationship, yes, and the court was used to some displays of affection, but they were few and far between enough in public that whenever they indulged, it always brought on a slew of renewed rumours of their relationship.
Briala shook her head, fond, and somewhat appeased. Turning around, Briala started putting the books she had taken out of the bookshelves back in their places while Celene still kept her demented giggling.
“You are impossible,” she growled, feigning injury.
The empress was suddenly all around her, standing right behind her. Celene’s taller frame was almost pining her against the bookshelves. They did not touch, but the air around them grew scorching, and Briala could feel the bump of Celene’s belly, her hot breath on her nape, the growing tension that would coalesce later, in their bedroom, but had space enough to flourish here a bit.
“What are you going to do about it, then?” Celene was humming her words, playfully teasing. “You are, after all, locked in a room with my impossible self. Anything could happen, Your Grace.”
Briala leaned back, feeling the gemstones of Celene’s loose corset press against her back. Celene purred quietly when Briala’s dark and freckled hand grabbed a fistful of the pale-blond just at the nape, just how Celene liked it. A soft chuckle left her lips.
"You misunderstand, Your Radiance. I am not locked in a room with you… You are locked in a room with me."
Celene let out a delighted chuckle and kept herself completely immovable as Briala leaned back and up to claim her lips. The backs of the Court were still turned on them, as per Celene’s order, but the reflection of their embrace was plain to see on the polished, gilded gold of the dynasty their people had once built together.
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Indulge in the ultimate Gear Guide for the most discerning Dungeon Hunter 6 enthusiasts.
We will now discuss the forging section, specifically focusing on enhancing, reforging, and crafting. Additionally, we will provide an overview of gear-related topics. Before we proceed, we would like to acknowledge our sponsor, Blue Stacks, an emulator that enables you to play mobile games on your PC or laptop. To download Blue Stacks and enjoy playing Dungeon Hunter 6 with a mouse and keyboard or a controller, please click the affiliate link provided in the description box below. Let's begin by delving into the enhancing process. Personally, I prioritize enhancing items that increase both attack power and penetration. This primarily applies to your main and support weapons. Other gear pieces, such as head, shoulders, chest, and hands, primarily
affect your HP and defense. Accessories, on the other hand, contribute to increasing your attack power and penetration. The enhancement process starts at the initial level of plus one. Each subsequent enhancement attempt involves a certain level of risk, denoted by an RNG-based success rate. It is crucial to maximize your attempts to achieve a perfect three-slot enhancement, which fills all the available bars. Doing so will grant you a bonus, enhancing the overall effectiveness of your gear.
When you reach the bonus, you will receive a plus4 to your crit. However, if you choose to use auto-enhancement, it will randomly
enhance your gear one by one, without trying to get the perfect roll. It will enhance your first gear by plus one and then immediately open up your plus two. This will continue down the line, enhancing your gear by plus one, plus two, plus three, and so on. It is not necessary to get perfect slots on all of them, but it is important to prioritize getting the perfect roll to activate the crit bonus. The success rate is higher on your first time, so it is recommended to get to plus 10 as quickly as possible. Occasionally, you may get a double effect when enhancing, which will fill up two bars. This is random and there is no rhyme or reason as to why it happens.
It is fortuitous that you have embarked upon this endeavor, for I shall guide you through the intricacies of your pursuit. Should you encounter failure, it shall merely be a fleeting moment, inconspicuous and devoid of significance. The simplicity of this task is undeniable, effortlessly accomplished with a mere touch of your hand. However, do not overlook the significance of your total enhancement bonuses. With each celestial milestone reached, a cascade of additional rewards shall be bestowed upon you. Once you have attained the illustrious 336 Stars, a level 7 effect bonus shall grace your presence, an augmentation that shall escalate with each triumphant endeavor. The game, in its wisdom, impels you to embark upon these seemingly random quests, for it yearns to witness the ascension of your enhancement Mastery level, soaring to unprecedented heights. Now, let us delve into the realm of
reforge. Within the realm of your accoutrements, substats shall adorn each piece of your gear. Whether through the art of crafting or the serendipitous acquisition of new gear, you shall encounter items of similar rarity and tier, yet distinguished by their unique attributes. To rectify this disparity, you shall require the aid of gear reforge Stones, a bountiful resource within the game. Behold, I possess a veritable treasure trove of nearly 2,000 of these precious stones. With meticulous scrutiny, I shall peruse my inventory, seeking the gear with the most modest gear score. This shall be the chosen one, the vessel upon which I shall bestow my efforts, endeavoring to elevate its stature. This delicate dance of refinement ensures that no piece of gear languishes in the depths of mediocrity. As I traverse the realm of my possessions, I discern that the gear with a meager score of 23 requires my immedia te attention. It is imperative that I bestow upon it the blessings of reforge, for it yearns to transcend its current limitations. Furthermore, there is another facet that shall influence your journey.
e epitome of elegance lies in the pursuit of perfection. As you embark on your journey towards acquiring higher tier Rarities, a realm of unparalleled substats awaits you. Unlike the realm of lower quality gear, where mediocrity reigns supreme, the realm of opulence unveils a plethora of extraordinary attributes. Your discerning eye must be drawn to the Reds, for they are the pinnacle of Mythic stats. With focused attack, red rate, and a defense boost of 24, these Reds are a treasure to behold. To safeguard their magnificence, I implore you to employ the lock icon, ensuring their preservation amidst the reforging process. While the oranges possess a certain allure, their potential pales in comparison to the Reds. Fear not, for the abundance of Stones at your disposal allows for endless refinement, as you tirelessly roll and reforge. Cherish the Reds, for they are the epitome of excellence. Alas, a caveat befalls those who tread the path of a freet to-play or a modest spender. Without the acquisition of a certain pack, the third lock icon remains elusive, limiting your ability to safeguard more than two of these extraordinary stats. However, should you choose to indulge in the monthly pass privilege, a world of additional lockable entries shall be bestowed upon you, granting the power to preserve even more of these coveted attributes. And let us not forget the invaluable curing crystals, the key to unlocking the potential of these locks. Though their availability may dwindle, their significance remains unwavering. Observe the subtle arrow, indicating their scarcity, and exercise restraint in their consumption. Should you ever encounter a moment where a roll yields a lower rating than your current gear, yet possesses a red substat, I beseech you to retain it. Embrace this newfound crimson gem and promptly secure its brilliance with a lock. For in the pursuit of perfection, even the smallest glimmer of red holds immeasurable value.
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Unveiling the Advantages of Investing in Vintage Rugby Shirts
In the realms of both sports and fashion, vintage rugby shirts have transcended their mere status as clothing items; they have become treasured relics of history. Possessing enduring designs, robust artisanship, and a dash of nostalgia, these shirts have endeared themselves to sports enthusiasts, fashion-forward individuals, and resolute collectors.
A Glimpse into the Historical Context of Vintage Rugby Shirts
Vintage Ralph Lauren Rugby shirts, celebrated for their distinctive aesthetics, boast a storied lineage that traces its origins back to the late 19th century. In their nascent form, rugby shirts were primarily fashioned for pragmatic utility. Characterized by their long sleeves, button-up collars, and robust cotton fabric, they exuded an unmistakable functional appeal. As time progressed, these shirts underwent a stylistic evolution while retaining their fundamental durability.
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Vintage rugby shirts seamlessly amalgamate elements of fashion, history, and nostalgia, rendering them irresistibly appealing to an array of enthusiasts. Whether you are a fervent sports devotee, a dedicated collector, or someone who possesses an appreciation for enduring style and eco-consciousness, these shirts furnish a unique and sartorially savvy choice. Their enduring allure transcends the passage of time, with each vintage rugby shirt recounting a chapter of the sport, the clubs, and the luminaries who graced the field.
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Navigating the World of Literary Treasures: Unveiling the Realm of Antiquarian Books and Online Rare Bookstores
INTRODUCTION:
In a world fueled by digital content, there's a timeless allure in holding a piece of history in your hands – a rare antiquarian book that has weathered the tides of time. These precious literary artifacts, known as antiquarian books, have captivated the hearts of collectors, bibliophiles, and historians for generations. In this blog post, we embark on a journey into the captivating universe of antiquarian books, exploring the significance of online rare bookstores, discovering rare collectible shops, and seeking alternatives to platforms like eBay for those eager to enrich their collection.
Antiquarian Books:
Antiquarian books are more than just books; they are portals to the past. These cherished volumes transcend their role as sources of knowledge, bearing witness to the thoughts, aspirations, and wisdom of generations long gone. What sets antiquarian books apart are their age, rarity, historical value, and often, their aesthetic charm. Each page whispers secrets of a bygone era, and each cover tells a tale of its own – from intricate bindings to fading typography.
The Rise of Online Rare Bookstores:
The digital age has ushered in new ways of accessing these literary treasures. Online rare bookstores, the virtual sanctuaries of bibliophiles, have redefined the antiquarian book collecting experience. They offer a rich tapestry of rare and collectible editions, connecting seekers with an expansive selection from all corners of the globe. Gone are the days when collectors had to travel great distances to find the elusive book they desired. Now, these online havens provide the convenience of exploring and acquiring rare books from the comfort of one's home.
The allure of online rare bookstores extends beyond convenience. Many platforms offer comprehensive descriptions, vivid imagery, and historical context for each book. This wealth of information equips collectors with the knowledge needed to make informed decisions, transforming the acquisition process into an educational endeavor. Moreover, these platforms often cultivate communities of kindred spirits, fostering discussions, knowledge sharing, and connections among those passionate about the written word.
Exploring Rare Collectible Shops:
For those who relish the tangible experience of physically browsing through books, rare collectible shops are veritable havens of literary nostalgia. These brick-and-mortar establishments curate remarkable collections of antiquarian books, creating spaces where enthusiasts can immerse themselves in the pages of history. The unique ambiance of these shops invokes a sense of wonder and curiosity, enabling collectors to forge a deep connection with their chosen literary treasures.
Beyond eBay:
While eBay has been a go-to platform for collectibles, including rare books, there are eBay alternatives platforms tailored to the discerning collector's needs. Here are a few noteworthy alternatives:
AbeBooks: Renowned for its diverse collection, AbeBooks connects collectors with independent sellers offering an array of rare and collectible books.
Bauman Rare Books: With a blend of physical galleries and an online presence, Bauman Rare Books provides a curated selection of rare manuscripts and historical documents, guided by expertise and passion.
Biblio: Supporting independent bookstores, Biblio presents a treasure trove of rare editions, signed copies, and first editions, fostering a sense of community among collectors.
Embracing the Joy of Collecting:
Collecting antiquarian books transcends the realm of mere possessions; it's an expedition into the realms of history, culture, and human creativity. Each collectible rare books offers a glimpse into the minds of the past, and every page preserves a fragment of time. The pursuit of these treasures requires patience, discernment, and a deep admiration for literary heritage.
Conclusion
Antiquarian books are bridges between eras, connecting us with the wisdom and artistry of yesteryears. Online rare bookstores and collectible shops enhance the experience of collecting, opening avenues for exploration and education. As we navigate the world of rare collectible books, remember that every volume holds a story, waiting to be discovered by those who appreciate the enchantment of ink on paper. So, whether you're embarking on your first journey into antiquarian books or adding to an already flourishing collection, embrace the magic that lies within these literary treasures.
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Of Death and Loss [CLOSED]
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Another destination. Another graveyard in the making. But will this finally be the one where he will be granted his eternal rest? The man in question shuffled about with eyes filled with rage as those thoughts occasionally rose to the forefront of his disjointed mind. A haze of red consumed the rest of it. A desire to lay waste to anyone and anything that stood before him.
Truthfully, he had indeed come here to die. Somewhat. Stashed away upon a spacefairing vessel manned by smugglers who were forced into an emergency landing to avoid detection by those who would see them brought to justice. This place wasn't charted on any map they knew of, so it definitely wasn't one where the IPC would have had much influence.
They had thought themselves safe. Until they found themselves preyed upon by creatures beyond even their wildest nightmares. The man, had awoken to the sounds of bloodcurdling cries, turning into pained whimpers and then silence. The sight of deformed fangs and claws tearing into the bodies of men and turning them into something unrecognizable. And the only thought that could run through his mind was.
Finally. Something that might actually kill me.
That was one of the last few coherent thoughts he had since that moment. He'd lost track of how much time had past. He'd mostly lost his ability to reason after the first few months when the Monster inside of him slowly took hold. The curse laid upon him by her. The very monsters he thought to be his salvation(end) found themselves instead preyed upon by him. A veritable hotspot of Grimm that Huntsmen would only ever set foot upon when they came too close to reaching one of the neighboring towns. And yet now were reduced to so few that seeing even one would be a rarity. In fact, the last group of Huntsmen that were sent to investigate this place didn' suffer losses at the hands of those beasts.
But at the hand of a man, wielding a sword.
With so little information to go on, the survivors could only speculate as to who he was or what his intentions were. But he was nonetheless now branded a criminal on a world not even his own. More time passes and his mangled body simply continues to shuffle on aimlessly. His mind so close to the brink of complete collapse. He couldn't even truly recognise what was even in front of him any longer. He was simply driven to continue. Both by the urge to meet his end and the urge to bring everything else to theirs.
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"Oh my, a traveller of the stars? What a rarity." And truly it was. To have other found a world beyond, perhaps even a universe beyond was quite a noteworthy anecdote for someone so young. He looked no older that the trailblazer and March.
It was something that was reflected in his....ship if she were to call it such. Childlike in nature and colour, it was quite the far cry from the Astral Express. There was still manner of intrigue in the workings of the ship of course, perhaps she might be able to make additional refinements if given the opportunity.
"I must say your method travel is rather....befiting someone of your age."
"And just what is that supposed to mean?"
'And how old n' up the ladder do you have to be to even go around saying that?'
It practically scratched at some wayward sense of being underestimated. Sora decides to bite the bullet and just squashes that sensation in the metaphorical hand. If there was a comparison streak to be made about ships here, he certainly had no means to extend on some crusade to dissolve those notions. Still. There's no doubt that his expression was hardly hiding the reaction that garnered from him.
So why not focus on the business at hand? A star faring vessel within this particular cosmos seems to be a rarity. At least from what he learned, isn't by this Astral Express's boundary of travel, or those ships of that space colony that were found roaming about the stars. Some of them in prim and pristine condition, while others were a veritable graveyard, a sullen lesson on the terrors that awaited either the unprepared or the outmatched.
"It's kept me n' my crew in one piece and I intend to follow through with my ol' faithful down here down to the very end. Besides, being empowered by the Heart sure makes it so the fuel slides by as an easy price."
"If there's some trouble ahead for this vessel here, no doubt we could find a way to help each other out."
@chasersglow
#chasersglow#| Bottle Mail#I love how your muses always have that 'one way' to go and#get a rise out of him lol#Except there's the okay rating to the#'Hifumi fight me' rating
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From armor sets to weapons: Unpacking the loot system in Diablo 4
Diablo 4 is highly anticipated by gamers around the world, and for good reason - it promises to bring back the classic dark and foreboding atmosphere of the series while introducing new features to keep things fresh. One of the key aspects of the Diablo series, and one that has always been integral to its popularity, is the loot system. The thrill of the hunt, the anticipation of discovering new and powerful gear, and the satisfaction of perfecting your character with the right equipment is a fundamental part of the Diablo experience.
The basics of the Diablo 4 loot system
The loot system in Diablo 4 is similar to previous games in the series, but with some notable differences. The most significant of these is the addition of an item rarity system, with five different tiers of rarity: Common, Magic, Rare, Legendary, and Set. As you may have guessed, common items are the most basic and least powerful, while set items are the rarest and most powerful.
The importance of sets in Diablo 4
Set items are a new addition to the Diablo series, and they offer a tantalizing new goal for players to pursue. These items, as their name suggests, are part of a themed set, and are designed to be used together to maximize their benefits. In Diablo 4, sets will be very powerful, offering unique bonuses and abilities that will give players an edge in combat. This makes sets highly desirable, and players will undoubtedly compete to obtain them.
The impact of item affixes and attributes
The Diablo 4 loot system also features item affixes and attributes, which give gear additional bonuses and abilities. These affixes and attributes can stack, meaning that a well-designed character can have powerful synergies between their gear. For example, a piece of armor with a bonus to fire damage might pair well with a weapon that has a bonus to fire damage, or a piece of jewelry that increases the player's critical hit chance. These affixes and attributes will be randomly generated, meaning that finding the perfect piece of gear will be a significant challenge.
Challenges of the Diablo 4 loot system
One of the challenges of the Diablo 4 loot system is balance. The developers must ensure that no single item or set is too powerful, or else it will become the only choice for players looking to maximize their character's potential. At the same time, they must ensure that items and sets feel sufficiently unique, or else the thrill of the hunt will be diminished. Finally, the developers must create systems to prevent cheating and exploits, as these would undermine the integrity of the game.
Conclusion
The Diablo 4 loot system promises to be a complex and challenging system that will keep players engaged for hundreds, if not thousands, of hours. With its five tiers of item rarity, sets, affixes, and attributes, the game promises to offer a veritable smorgasbord of loot. The challenge for players will be to find the best possible combinations of gear to create the most efficient and powerful characters they can. With the game set to release in the near future, we can hardly wait to start exploring the treasures of Sanctuary.
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“Ah ain’t saying you’re crazy, Rarity,” Applejack uncertainly assured her friend, “but ya do have to admit you can go a bit overboard at times when it comes to fashion and prettifying people.”
Rarity pulled out the most hurt-looking face she knew to make and mimed being terribly offended to the point of fainting with only her wrist, since her arms were full from carrying dozens of colors of lipsticks and lip gloss. She quickly laid them down on the table next to the salon chair where Applejack was sitting and then finally laid herself down on her zipping fainting chair with a theatrical, pained, sigh.
“Oh, darling,” she pitifully whined, “you’ll absolutely ruin my reputation in this town with these false accusations…!” She put on her best sympathy-garnering pout and looked about to shed a tear. Even the lipsticks on the table looked like they might burst into tears from secondhand exposure to Rarity’s woe.
Applejack did not look impressed. Scratching at her head, she said, “Look, all Ah’m saying is—ow!” In a flash, Rarity jumped up from her lying position with the harsh thud of heeled boots on hard wood and smacked Applejack’s hand away from her dangling golden locks.
“Don’t—!” Rarity hissed and hurriedly snagged a brush to put Applejack’s errant locks back into place before giving a relieved sigh. At Applejack’s glare she added sheepishly, “Sorry, dear. But I would be most appreciative if you wouldn’t touch your hair at all in this part of the process.”
Several sticks and vials of Rarity’s veritable lipstick collection had sadly fallen over from Rarity jumping into action—though none, thankfully, broke into tears. Picking them up to rearrange them into a more pleasing pattern with her deftly delicate fingers, she calmly explained, “Dangling hair can smudge lipstick so terribly, and I ever so want to make sure that I can model you perfectly to my creative vision for this one day I have such power over you.”
Applejack squinted suspiciously at her. “Now that there is why I want to put my foot down on this whole mess.” Rarity waited patiently for an explanation, and Applejack gave it to her. “I’ll be honest. You may have been kinda ‘fashion-crazy’ before at times, but Ah’ve never seen you so like… this. Yer like a whole different person! Mmm.”
As soon as Applejack stopped talking, Rarity got to work applying a vibrant red lipstick onto her mouth. She was done in seconds—no smudge, no mess—giving Applejack’s lips a vibrant crimson hue, not entirely similar to her choicest apples.
“Sorry, AJ, but I had to make sure you weren’t talking before I put this on. I think its color suits you to a tea!” Rarity swept all the other unused lipsticks off the table and onto the floor with many heart wrenching clatterings before taking out a red nail polish bottle from her apron. “Now hold out both hands and keep them still—oh, and make a kissy with your mouth to put the lipstick all there.”
“Mwah. Now like Ah was sayin’...” Applejack started.
“Oh, don’t worry about all that, darling. I’m just rather excited to finally have you two as my models after all this time! You two have really wonderful figures that I’ve been waiting ages to try my wardrobe on!” she gushed, swiftly brushing the scarlet nail polish perfectly onto all of AJ’s fingernails. Casting aside the nail polish bottle and taking in hand the blowdryer, Rarity then cooled over Applejack’s fingernails until they shone red, gleaming almost like the apple in the sun but with a deeper, more meaningful tone…
“Why, what a wonderful shine! Now if only I had my glittery scarlet nail polish, we could go to the red carpet later today… goodness, don’t glare at me like that, Applejack! I’d be less worried about how excited I am and more worried about how silent Rainbow Dash has been,” she threw out there to desperately throw attention off herself.
Rainbow Dash just sat there sulking and even more silently in her metal chair to the side.
Applejack looked up to the heavens and sighed. “Eeyup. ‘S a darn shame she went and died of a broken heart after losing the bet for us!” she called out.
“HEY!” Rainbow Dash jumped up, fury evident on her face.
“Ah can almost hear her now.” Applejack shook her head sadly, a smirk hidden behind her hand. Rarity also had some troubles restraining herself from tittering as she went to get some makeup brushes from a cabinet.
Rainbow Dash stomped forward. “You got something you wanna say to my—AUGH!” Rainbow Dash tripped on some of the lipsticks still scattered over the floor and fell onto her face. Getting up, she gave a dark look to the cowering lip products on the floor and kicked them away none too gently.
“Careful, darling,” Rarity worriedly remonstrated, waving a case of brushes, “be gentle with those! I don’t want any of them to break, after all.”
Rainbow Dash looked at Rarity like she was growing a unicorn horn. “You’re crazy. You know that, Rarity? You’re crazy! And you!” She turned her wrath to Applejack. “You’re the one who lost the race for us and made us have to go through all this!” she said, waving her arms to gesture to all of Rarity’s living room.
“Oh, don’t worry, it really isn’t either of your faults, dearies,” Rarity reassured. “It’s just that—well, I maaaay have been planning for the perfect eventuality to make a bet like that and win it for years now in a top secret master plan requiring the involvement of Vice Principal Luna and most of the student body,” Rarity explained with a look of bemusement.
Rarity took out an eyeshadow brush and a mascara brush from the case. “Please close your eyes and don’t flinch, AJ. Thank you! Frankly, Dash,” she muttered, focused on the task at hand, “I’m surprised that you even got so close to beating me…”
Rainbow Dash’s jaw dropped, and she just stared at Rarity as she darkened the area around AJ’s eyes with the tickling mascara brush, delicate stroke by delicate stroke in a grand curving motion sweeping across AJ’s orange face. Next, Rarity added some nice purple accents to the eyelids with the feathery eyeshadow brush, adding some shading in the middle of the pools of blackness to give them some life and contrast with her natural colors delectably. Predictably, all of this caused Applejack to sneeze. Thankfully, it was after Rarity finished up the eyeshadow.
“Bless you,” Rarity said heavily, going to the counter and picking up the piercing gun, “Dear, now it’s time for you to get pierced so I can put some absolutely wonderful earrings on you. I caution you that this will indeed hurt, but I will make absolutely sure that the whole process is completely sanitary.”
Applejack winced, opened her mouth like she was gonna say something before closing it, and wavered on what extremes she would allow Rarity to go to for a few more moments before finally relenting with a sigh. “Shoot, sure, poke a few holes in me. Not gonna be anythin’ worse than what happens around the farm,” she weakly mumbled.
Rarity advanced, a case of earrings from her apron grasped firmly in her left hand and the rapidly approaching piercing gun in her right. Right before Rarity got to Applejack, Rainbow Dash snatched her right hand and arrested her from getting too close to the farmer’s ears with that piercing gun.
“Woah, woah, woah. AJ, did you even hear what Rarity just said?” Dash exclaimed, and shook her head incredulously. “She’s gonna give you a piercing! You hate piercings! You wouldn’t even get a nose ring when you lost that bet we had at the Running of the Bulls!”
“That’s different, Rainbow,” AJ interjected lamely. “Ah just didn’t want a nose ring because… because Ah didn’t wanna look like one of them cows!” she justified.
Rarity looked uncomfortable. She struggled to get out of Rainbow Dash’s grip, but the other woman was just too strong for her. “Um, excuse me, Dash, but I need to give dear Applejack some earrings now, please,” she whined. “You know… for the bet I won against you girls fair and square,” she stated, gathering more confidence in her eyes the more she spoke.
Rainbow Dash looked between Applejack, looking torn, in the chair and Rarity, looking with fiery determination while struggling against Dash with the piercing gun in her grip.
Finally, Applejack sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, saying ”Fair and square, Dash. Fair and square. Let ‘er do it.” Rarity, for her part, restrained herself from attempting to jump on Applejack for almost disrupting the beautiful mascara and purple eyeshadow art on her face.
Rainbow Dash released Rarity and slowly backed up, careful to not trip on the devastated lipsticks and even more cautiously tracking Rarity’s every more. She backed up into the metal chair before sulkily dropping into it and taking one of the sports magazines from the coffee table to read, glancing up suspiciously at Rarity at intervals.
Applejack sighed yet again. “A’right, Rarity. Poke those holes into my ears, or whatever…”
Rarity just started in shock and then calmly swabbed at AJ’s ears with disinfectant. “I already have. Goodness, didn’t you feel the piercing gun poking through your ear. You should probably get that checked out, Applejack! It’s not healthy to not feel the pinch of getting pierced,” she sagely advised.
AJ just shrugged and Dash mumbled something.
Rarity, humming a jaunty tune, then took the earrings out of their case and set to putting them into AJ’s ears. “Now remember dear,” she said, “you’ll only need these for today, so if you don’t want to keep them you should just take them out tonight. Otherwise, you’ll have to flip them every day so the skin doesn’t grow over them.”
“Eugh,” Applejack opined. As Rarity put the left earring in, Applejack glanced to the side at the case and her eyes widened as she caught a glimpse of the earring’s shape. “A crescent moon…” she mumbled, temporarily lost in her own world as she continued to stare wistfully at the earring in remembrance of an event from her childhood…
But, that is not the story we are here to tell.
Rarity took stock of Applejack’s features as something nagged at the back of her head. Something’s missing, Rarity mused. What could it be? Let’s see… crimson nails, scarlet lipstick, quite the beautiful job of eyeshadow that really brings out her orange skin, and the crescent moon earrings— “Ah!” she exclaimed, diving into her cabinet to take out a case with a necklace in it.
Gingerly, she removed the necklace—gold with a ruby inset in the shape of a thunderbolt—and gently laced it around Applejack’s neck.
“Perfect~!” she gushed. Then, turning to Dash—”What do you think, dear? She’s absolutely stunning, isn’t she?”
Rainbow Dash boredly glanced up from an article on Soarin’s latest scores, snorted, and shortly devolved into a heap of giggles on the floor at the sight of Applejack. Collecting herself up from off the ground and brushing off a few tears, she said, “She’s hilarious! Those earrings and that necklace! Bahaha!” She took out her phone and took a few quick snaps. “I gotta post this to the groupchat next time we have a bet!”
Applejack looked miffed from her reverie being broken but was ultimately resigned to her fate. Rarity, on the other hand, was doing her best to not pop a stray lock of hair as her eyes twitched from her friend’s words.
“Why—why what’s wrong with it?!” Rarity demanded.
Dash snorted. “She looks like a punk wannabe! Applejack, a punk! And a necklace with a red thunderbolt on it! Bahahahaha! Who would wear a necklace with a red thunderbolt on it?” She laughed some more. “Apparently Applejack would! Why not an apple or something?!”
Rarity scoffed defensively. “An apple necklace would be just tacky, my dear!” Ignoring Applejack’s disappointed look downwards, she continued, “And what’s wrong with a little punk fashion? It’s so in these days! Just look at Applejack’s friend Coloratura! Such panache! Such pathos! Mark my words, punk and scene girls are gonna make a huge comeback in just a few years, and then I’ll finally be ahead of the curve!”
Dash threw a flat look at Rarity. “I really doubt that,” she said, throwing down the magazine and crossing her arms. “Anyway, you still won’t get me to put any of that purple eyeshadow on or anything...”
“Oh, don’t worry, darling, that’s most definitely not the vision I have in mind for you,” Rarity reassured, chuckling warmly. “But you’ll just have to wait and see~!”
Dash rolled up the sports mag and stuck it in her bag before standing up and walking to the door. “Yeahhhhhhhhhhh, I’m just gonna go, actually,” she said guardedly. “I appreciate the enthusiasm, Rarity, but you’re just not cut out for Team Make Rainbow Dash Look Awesome. Nuthin’ personal.”
“I beg your… mfrlgnpardon?” Rarity exclaimed, her face scrunching up in disgust.
AJ’s own response was growled out as she stood up and walked towards RD. “Woah there, Dash! You’re not thinking of just leavin’ after seein’ me getting all dollified without gettin’ made up yourself, are you? Ah mean, Rarity won the bet! Fair and square! You can’t just chicken out of it because you don’t want to do it!”
Dash thought seriously for a moment (a first for her) and cheerfully gave AJ her answer. “Hmmm… Nope! G’wan, call me chicken! I’d gladly be made fun of and called a wimp if it means I can stay true to who I am. I learned that lesson earlier this year and I’m not gonna forget it. Besides, what would my fan club think?! So I’m sorry, Rarity, but you’re off the Team,” Dash concluded gravely.
The lipsticks broke into wails of pity for a stunned Rarity at this proclamation. Rainbow Dash took a look at them with a raised eyebrow, shrugged, adjusted her bag, and put her hand on the doorknob to leave.
“Hold it!” Rarity yelled.
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