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[fireismine]

DAENERYS TARGARYEN APPRECIATION WEEK 2023

Day 4: Character Parallels → Rhaena the Black Bride and Daenerys Stormborn

The Queen in the West:

In the Red Keep of King’s Landing sat the Queen Regent Alyssa, widow of the late King Aenys, mother to his son Jaehaerys, and wife to the King’s Hand, Rogar Baratheon. Just across Blackwater Bay on Dragonstone, a younger queen had arisen when Alyssa’s daughter Alysanne, a maid of thirteen years, had pledged her troth to her brother King Jaehaerys, against the wishes of her mother and her mother’s lord husband. And far to the west on Fair Isle, with the whole width of Westeros separating her from both mother and sister, was Alyssa’s eldest daughter, the dragonrider Rhaena Targaryen, widow of Prince Aegon the Uncrowned. In the westerlands, riverlands, and parts of the Reach, men were already calling her the Queen in the West. - A Surfeit of Rulers, Fire and Blood

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Dany knew she would take more than a hundred, if she took any at all. "Remind your Good Master of who I am. Remind him that I am Daenerys Stormborn, Mother of Dragons, the Unburnt, trueborn queen of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. My blood is the blood of Aegon the Conqueror, and of old Valyria before him." - Daenerys II, A Storm of Swords

Three Husbands:

Rhaena was married to Aegon the Uncrowned, Maegor the Cruel and Androw Farman.

~

Her silver was trotting through the grass, to a darkling stream beneath a sea of stars. A corpse stood at the prow of a ship, eyes bright in his dead face, grey lips smiling sadly. A blue flower grew from a chink in a wall of ice, and filled the air with sweetness. . . . mother of dragons, bride of fire . . . – Daenerys IV, A Clash of Kings

The Queen in the East:

“Done,” the king said…mayhaps too hastily, for it must be remembered that Aerea Targaryen, a girl of eight, was his own acknowledged successor, heir apparent to the Iron Throne. The consequences of this decision would not be known for years to come, however. For the nonce it was done, and the Queen in the West at a stroke became the Queen in the East. - A Time of Testing: The Realm Remade, Fire and Blood

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"The best calumnies are spiced with truth," suggested Qavo, "but the girl's true sin cannot be denied. This arrogant child has taken it upon herself to smash the slave trade, but that traffic was never confined to Slaver's Bay. It was part of the sea of trade that spanned the world, and the dragon queen has clouded the water. Behind the Black Wall, lords of ancient blood sleep poorly, listening as their kitchen slaves sharpen their long knives. Slaves grow our food, clean our streets, teach our young. They guard our walls, row our galleys, fight our battles. And now when they look east, they see this young queen shining from afar, this breaker of chains. The Old Blood cannot suffer that. Poor men hate her too. Even the vilest beggar stands higher than a slave. This dragon queen would rob him of that consolation." - Tyrion VI, A Dance with Dragons

Refusing to Cry

When word of the battle reached the west and Princess Rhaena learned that both her husband and her friend Lady Melony had fallen, it is said she heard the news in a stony silence. “Will you not weep?” she was asked, to which she replied, “I do not have the time for tears.” - The Sons of the Dragon, Fire and Blood

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His business done, the captain of the Indigo Star bowed and took his leave. Dany shifted uncomfortably on the ebony bench. She dreaded what must come next, yet she knew she had put it off too long already. Yunkai and Astapor, threats of war, marriage proposals, the march west looming over all . . . I need my knights. I need their swords, and I need their counsel. Yet the thought of seeing Jorah Mormont again made her feel as if she'd swallowed a spoonful of flies; angry, agitated, sick. She could almost feel them buzzing round her belly. I am the blood of the dragon. I must be strong. I must have fire in my eyes when I face them, not tears. "Tell Belwas to bring my knights," Dany commanded, before she could change her mind. "My good knights." - Daenerys VI, A Storm of Swords

Gains Confidence After Bonding with a Dragon:

At the age of nine, however, Rhaena was presented with a hatchling from the pits of Dragonstone, and she and the young dragon she named Dreamfyre bonded instantly. With her dragon beside her, the princess slowly began to grow out of her shyness; at the age of twelve she took to the skies for the first time, and thereafter, though she remained a quiet girl, no one dared to call her timid. - The Sons of the Dragon, Fire and Blood

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Day followed day, and night followed night, until Dany knew she could not endure a moment longer. She would kill herself rather than go on, she decided one night … Yet when she slept that night, she dreamt the dragon dream again. Viserys was not in it this time. There was only her and the dragon. Its scales were black as night, wet and slick with blood. Her blood, Dany sensed. Its eyes were pools of molten magma, and when it opened its mouth, the flame came roaring out in a hot jet. She could hear it singing to her. She opened her arms to the fire, embraced it, let it swallow her whole, let it cleanse her and temper her and scour her clean. She could feel her flesh sear and blacken and slough away, could feel her blood boil and turn to steam, and yet there was no pain. She felt strong and new and fierce. And the next day, strangely, she did not seem to hurt quite so much. It was as if the gods had heard her and taken pity. Even her handmaids noticed the change. "Khaleesi," Jhiqui said, "what is wrong? Are you sick?" "I was," she answered, standing over the dragon's eggs that Illyrio had given her when she wed. She touched one, the largest of the three, running her hand lightly over the shell. Black-and-scarlet, she thought, like the dragon in my dream. The stone felt strangely warm beneath her fingers … or was she still dreaming? She pulled her hand back nervously. - Daenerys III, A Game of Thrones

[katspoetrybook]

My Mom

By Kat Conway

When I tell people my mom died when I was 16 the first thing they do is ask “How?”

I tell them with a straight face

I cannot let myself cry about it all over again

They tell me they are very sorry

I say it is terrible, but it just is

They call me wise and strong

I say thank you

The conversation moves on

They do not ask the questions I have waited so long to answer

They do not ask me her name

I do not tell them it was Lisa Harmon Conway

That she didn’t have a middle name 

That she didn’t give my older half siblings middle names either

Or that she gave the rest of us middle names for reasons that will forever remain unknown

They do not ask what she did for work

I do not bring up that she was a part time paralegal but always wanted to become a nurse

That she also ran a charity out of our home after our home was robbed

That she started it so no one needed to steal anymore

That she won a woman of distinction award for her acts of charity

They do not ask me what her favorite color was

I do not say that she never picked a favorite

That she had always insisted that she loved all of them equally

The way she loved all of her children equally

They don’t know how beautifully she always made that equality not just known, but felt

They do not ask what her go-to breakfast food was

I don’t acknowledge that it was eggs benedict

Or that I tried to eat it at a restaurant a few days after she passed

And that I thought it was just as gross as when she would offer bites of it to me at brunch

They do not ask what we sang in the car

I see no reason to tell them she was partial to The Indigo Girls and Fleetwood Mac

That she would let me sing my audition songs over and over in the car when she would sneak me to auditions at theaters 30 minutes away without telling my dad

That her favorite sound in the world was my voice

Or that I sang at her funeral

So I would get to sing with her in the room one last time

They do not ask how she did her nails

I don’t get the chance to tell them about her consistently perfect french gel manicured hands

With a deep red polish on her feet

That we would lie at the nail salon to get the cheaper kids manicures for me until I was 14

They never ask me how she wore her hair

I cannot bring myself to tell them that it was naturally curly

That growing up she would cry when her mother brushed it

That my grandmother made her cut it short so she wouldn’t cry about it anymore

Or how she got keratin and highlights as an adult

That her hair always looked like spun gold

That she went through a phase of stealing my childhood headbands

I do not tell them about the way she tried to make them look more adult

Or the way I never had the heart to tell her they did not look adult at all

Nor do I tell them that they did her hair all wrong at the wake

How that made me very very sad

And more angry than I already was

They do not ask about the rest of my siblings

I do not enlighten them to the fact that she became pregnant with her first child 2 years after her younger sister died of cancer

That she had children whose ages span over a period of 20 years

That we were the center of her life for the entirety of our lives

That her love was the most fulfilling feeling I will ever feel

And that being her child is the greatest honor I have ever known

They do not know she was funny and kind and charming

They do not know she was smart and witty and beautiful

They do not know she was flawed and complicated and so very human

They do not know that never did or will or could make me love her any less

They do not, will not, and cannot know her

But I did

Even if just in small glimpses and moments that have now become distant memories

I’d like to say I knew her quite well

And they will never know

What a privilege it was to know and be known by Lisa Harmon Conway

[jayesprite]

oh, are we sharing tl memories now?

i’ve been waiting for an opportunity to share the kin hell i’ve found myself neck-deep in- apparently one of my tls is some cursed trollstuck au of a different media and that has certainly made it difficult to figure out much of anything, really.

the timeline may or may not have been a descendant au- everyone had canon surnames from what i recall, although i can’t say for certain.

i’m fairly sure there was at least enough trolls to span the full hemospectrum, but i can only remember three: myself, my moirail, and the vantas.

i was an indigo, though i normally went hemoanon on the internet due to technically being a mutant. i was supposed to be culled as a wriggler on account of being hatched with a limb deformity as well as being a runt, but successfully made it to at least seven sweeps i think. i had some sort of prosthetic upper limb(s) though i can’t remember precisely which, but i learned the basics of bioengineering due to having to do upkeep myself. i had glasses (my source had round glasses while the equivalent of my moirail had rectangular ones, but i think they were swapped in this tl?) and an oversized lab coat about the length of nepeta’s coat i think.

my moirail was an olive whom i met due to him fucking up his arms in a flarping accident (i know for sure both of his ended up as prosthetics, which makes my confusing limb situation further strange). i don’t remember very much about his appearance other than the fact he wore tennis shoes, was taller than me, and potentially had white streaks in his hair for one reason or another. we had technically talked on trollian previously but it hadn’t been much more than formalities due to having mutual friends.

the vantas was a strange case due to the fact she wasn’t a mutant but a regular limeblood (obviously still dangerous, but less rare) on top of being one of the nicest people in our group. i remember the least about her, but she was pretty isolated for most of her life (i think we may have bonded over having to hide from most of troll society to avoid getting culled) and rarely spoke to anyone outside of trollian. she took a lot of things personally and had a really strong sense of justice so talking to her was somewhat taxing, but she really was genuinely nice to bond with. i don’t remember anything about her appearance other than she potentially wore a skirt similar to feferi but in green or grey tones?

uh. apologies for rambling, i’ve never really interacted with kin spaces so. this is kind of a lot. but i’ve been a long-time follower of the blog and it’s always felt very safe and comforting so :] yeah. this is kind of a mess my apologies

its super cool how you remember all this stuff. i have a soft spot for noncanon characters (as i kin MULTIPLE of them, which as u can imagine can be .... incredibly isolating haha) so i feel for you and how overwhelming it can be. hey, maybe there are people on here who remember similar stuff as you! that'd be cool wouldn't it? thanks for sharing, maybe i can do a sprite for you some day :)

[ameceeashish]

Bachelor of Science AME (Honors) in Dehradun – An Opportunity to Take A Sky-High Career

Are you passionate about aviation and dream of working on aircraft? The Bachelor of Science in Aircraft Maintenance Engineering (AME) Honors program in Dehradun is your ideal pathway to a dynamic and respected career in aviation. With a blend of academic excellence and hands-on training, this course opens the door to the fast-paced world of aircraft maintenance, safety, and airworthiness.

What is B.Sc. AME (Honors)?

The Bachelor of Science in AME (Honors) is a specialized undergraduate program that focuses on the technical and engineering aspects of aircraft maintenance. Unlike traditional engineering degrees, this course is tailored specifically for students who aspire to become licensed Aircraft Maintenance Engineers – professionals who are legally authorized to ensure an aircraft is safe for flight.

The B.Sc. AME (Hons.) curriculum includes comprehensive theoretical knowledge along with practical exposure in live aircraft environments. This three to four-year program is regulated by the Directorate General of Civil Aviation (DGCA), Government of India, making it a highly recognized and credible qualification in the aviation industry.

Why Choose Dehradun for B.Sc. AME (Honors)?

Dehradun is fast emerging as a premier education hub in India. Nestled in the foothills of the Himalayas, it offers a peaceful and conducive learning environment. When it comes to aviation and AME education, Alpine Group of Institutes in Dehradun stands out as one of the best colleges offering this program.

Key Reasons to Study B.Sc. AME (Honors) in Dehradun:

✅ Industry-aligned curriculum approved by DGCA

✅ On-campus access to real aircraft and hangar training

✅ State-of-the-art infrastructure and labs

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✅ Strong industry linkages for internships and placements

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Core Subjects Covered in B.Sc. AME (Hons.)

This specialized course covers a range of subjects that are essential for modern aircraft maintenance. Some of the core modules include:

Aircraft Systems and Maintenance

Aerodynamics and Propulsion

Aviation Legislation

Human Factors in Aviation

Aircraft Structures and Materials

Avionics and Electrical Systems

Jet Engines and Turbine Technologies

Quality and Safety Management Systems

Hands-on training is given equal importance, with students gaining practical skills through internships and workshops on aircraft engines, systems, and avionics.

Career Opportunities After B.Sc. AME (Honors)

Completing a B.Sc. AME (Hons.) opens a wide array of job opportunities in both the government and private aviation sectors. With India's aviation industry booming and the global need for licensed AMEs on the rise, students can look forward to a rewarding career.

Job Roles After B.Sc. AME (Honors):

Aircraft Maintenance Engineer (AME)

Quality Assurance Manager – Aviation

Line Maintenance Technician

Aerospace Component Inspector

MRO (Maintenance, Repair & Overhaul) Engineer

Ground Operations Specialist

Technical Officer in Airlines

Top Employers:

Air India

IndiGo

SpiceJet

Vistara

AirAsia

HAL (Hindustan Aeronautics Limited)

Boeing and Airbus MRO divisions

International Airlines and Aviation Companies

Why Choose Alpine Group of Institutes, Dehradun?

The Alpine Group of Institutes is one of the pioneers in aviation education in India. Its AME (Honors) program is well-known for its academic rigor, industry interface, and top-notch training facilities.

Alpine Advantages:

✔ DGCA-approved AME program

✔ Live aircraft training

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With Alpine, you don’t just earn a degree—you build a strong career foundation.

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

Q1. What is the duration of the B.Sc. AME (Honors) program?

The course typically spans 3 to 4 years, depending on the institute and DGCA guidelines, including both academic and practical training.

Q2. Is the B.Sc. AME (Hons.) program approved by DGCA?

Yes, reputed institutes like Alpine Group of Institutes in Dehradun offer DGCA-approved AME programs to ensure legal compliance and industry recognition.

Q3. What is the eligibility for admission into B.Sc. AME (Hons.)?

Students must have passed 10+2 with Physics, Chemistry, and Mathematics (PCM) or an equivalent diploma in engineering.

Q4. Can I get a job after completing this course?

Absolutely. The demand for licensed AMEs is high both in India and abroad. Graduates can join airlines, MROs, defense organizations, and airport authorities.

Q5. What makes Dehradun a good choice for aviation studies?

Dehradun offers a peaceful learning environment, world-class aviation institutions like Alpine, and better industry exposure due to proximity to Delhi and Northern aviation hubs.

Final Thoughts

Pursuing a Bachelor of Science in AME (Honors) in Dehradun is not just a course; it’s a leap toward a rewarding and respected career in aviation. With the aviation industry poised for exponential growth, there has never been a better time to become an Aircraft Maintenance Engineer. Choose a reputed institution like the Alpine Group of Institutes and soar high with confidence, skill, and opportunity.

[birdzflycom]

Tawny Frogmouth Bird | Overview

Tawny Frogmouth Idnetifications

Frogmouth Bird Identifications - CLASS: Aves (Birds) - ORDER: Caprimylgiformes - FAMILY: Podargidae - GENUS: Podargus - SPECIES: strigoides 

ABOUT

Can you see Tawny Frogmouth Bird now? The Tawny Frogmouth is often mistaken for an owl, but it belongs to the nightjar family. Birdwatchers find these night birds by their long braces, short legs, and strong beaks. Tawny's foot is active at night; during the day, it navigates the trees with precision. I am from Australia, and they are also found in Tasmania. Five's frogs have weak legs, so they can't catch prey well. Instead, they rely on their success to trap it. Their main feathers are failing like those of the owl flights. They use a summer strategy and wait in the ambushed zone. This area has about 14 frog species, most with bright yellow eyes and large yellow to olive markings. As well as bills. These short and strong birds are 8.5 to 21 inches tall and weigh up to 1.5 pounds. Its plumage is a marble gray with marble and black in the ideal camouflage against the shaft of the tree. They have steamed feathers on their heads. Their feathers are thin and weak around the beak. They have curved legs and weak legs (different from the witches). They have rounded wings with spiky edges, which help them fly silently. They can also drop suddenly to catch prey, like owls do at night. When they feel threatened, their fangs blend into the camouflage, keeping them safe. Their marbled feathers make them blend into the forest. Stay still with your eyes closed and your habits pointing toward the sky. I approach it carefully. It's under close observation because the frogmouths might rise. They try to scare the predator with their wide yellow mouths. Predators are foxes, dogs, and cats. Tawny Frogmouths aren’t known for chatting. They make a burring sound when surprised or feeling threatened. They can be confused with the call of "whhho-wook!" but the usual call of the Frogmouth is "oOom-oom." LIFE SPAN Up to 10 years of expert care. YOUNG Number of eggs laid: 1 to 3 Incubation period: 30 days Age at fledge: 25 to 35 days SIZE Height: 8 to 21 inches (20 to 53 centimeters) Weight: Up to 1.5 pounds (680 grams) Wingspan: 25 to 38 inches (64 to 97 centimeters) FUN FACTS Often confused with a civet, these single birds belong to the Night of Nightmares. They are part of the dark and strange world of Paraposotorwill. These birds have long, unique tongues that fork at the end. During the day, frogs rest on low branches of trees. When they feel threatened, they make their bodies look like a branch. This is called "stamping."

Tawny Frogmouth Habits

HABITAT AND DIET

Frogmouth Tawny is a bird found in many places across Australia and Tasmania. They live in forests, swamps, eucalyptus, and steep parks. The only places where they have to be are spaces without shadows or dense tropical forests. The Frogmouth Tawny adapts well to suburban life. This can lead to car strikes, especially when it lights up near street lamps. They usually live in pairs and keep a territory of less than half a mile. The duo roosts over the day near each other in the branches or even on the ground to stay discreet. Frogmouths are nocturnal. During the day, they are usually resting in a tree, on low ground, or on fungus in trees. It is not possible to remove the adverb. They also have gusts, indigo buntings, chestnuts, wrens, and other birds too. They feed on an opportunistic diet of small mammals, reptiles, and other kinds of birds. They sit still, waiting for predators. Perched in a tree, they hold on tight. They grab items like butterflies in flight. The traffic from the opposite direction can threaten these pads. At the San Diego Zoo, the Frogmouth eats insects, pinkies, crickets, and giant flour and wax.

FAMILY LIFE

Fauche Rane form pairs that are exclusively monogamous for breeding. They're together for life! The breeding season is from August to December each year. It usually rains heavily at the start of this time. They often use the same reproduction method each year. They hold their nests with sheets, fuses, foam, or available litter. Both of them ink and protect the nest against predators. Eggs are incubated for about 30 days. After hatching, both parents feed the hungry chicks. They do this for 25 to 35 days. Finally, the neonates leave the nest.

CONSERVATION

Frogmouth Fauve is listed by IUCN as a type of least concern. The man is the biggest threat. He often drives the cars that chase the myths created by the vehicle lights. I am also likely poisoned by pesticides, as they can be found in urbanized areas. Authorities banned a long pesticide in Sydney, Australia. Worries about wildlife, including Frogmouth FAWN, prompted this decision. Predators include foxes, dogs, and cats. The San Diego Zoo's focus is on animal welfare. It has a strong reputation worldwide. Read the full article

[muslimthreads]

Elevate Your Casual Wardrobe: The Timeless Appeal of Black Heather and Indigo Blue Hoodies

Some items stay classic in the always-changing landscape of fashion because of their comfort, adaptability, and simplicity. The black heather hoodie and indigo blue hoodie are mainstay items in casual wardrobes worldwide. These hoodies are more than simply comfort clothing; they're a fashion statement with the unique feel each hue presents in addition to their simplicity of styling.

The Classic Black Heather Hoodie

Considered a classic item for every wardrobe, the black heather hoodie boasts a subdued texture and elegant appeal. Unlike a plain black hoodie, the heather texture gives a little color variation, therefore adding depth and a bit of distinctiveness without compromising any of the adaptability. For individuals trying to have a sleek, modest style, this kind of hoodie is a go-to item as it fits so nicely with a variety of colors and patterns. The black heather hoodie fits perfectly for a laid-back outing over jeans or piled under a jacket for cooler evenings.

Versatility and Styling of the Black Heather Hoodie

The black heather hoodie's adaptability is among its strongest suit. Without losing a beat, this garment can be dressed from a workout piece into a stylish, metropolitan item. It is a basic element that accentuates strong accessories or statement pants in addition to a functional object for warmth and comfort. For a trendy, edgy style, for example, team this sweatshirt with leather leggings and sneakers. Mixing it with joggers and slip-on shoes provides maximum comfort without sacrificing flair.

The Distinct Charm of the Indigo Blue Hoodie

Turning now to a more vivid but equally flexible choice, the indigo blue hoodie gives the casual wardrobe a welcome color splash. Between blue and violet, indigo is a color that speaks to peace and depth evocative of the twilight heavens. This rich, striking color improves the look of clothing by providing the ideal mix of wearable simplicity and unique color. Working throughout all seasons, the indigo blue hoodie accentuates the lighter tones of spring and summer and brightens winter palettes.

Style Combinations with an Indigo Blue Hoodie

The indigo blue hoodie accentuates the style quotient of simple or neutral benefits. For a clean, casual appearance or with dark jeans and boots for a more cohesive, monochrome design, it pairs wonderfully with beige chinos and white shoes. Under a neutral-colored coat, the vivid hue of the hoodie is also a great choice since it accentuates a pop of color without overloading the sensations. From streetwear to smart casual, its adaptability spans several fashion trends to show that a hoodie can be both cozy and elegant.

Conclusion

Regarding style, adaptability, and wearability, the black heather hoody and the indigo blue hoody both have special benefits. These hoodies guarantee to keep you comfortable and fashionable regardless of your taste in the quiet elegance of black heather or the vivid charm of indigo blue. Visit muslimthreads.shop to investigate a selection of premium choices that fit all your casual and fashion requirements if you want to grow your hoodie collection with these key items. These hoodies let you have comfort and flair without sacrificing either.

[squallsong-survival]

//Hi there, mod! I've just realized my latest ask in response to the other two Squall answered might have been too intense. I also hope you're not getting harassment from behind-the-scenes from other anons. And I've realized Squall likely won't change as a better person, not anytime soon, but I'm sure you're wonderful!

{{Hey! The dip in activity here isn’t to do with harassment or anyone pushing too far IC. I just get easily distracted haha. I think I’ve only deleted a single ask over the past week or so, bc it was somebody overeager to do something I’d already said no to. You’re right that Squall isn’t gonna be changing drastically any time soon, because I’d much prefer to pace out my writing on this blog.

Learning about eebydeebies deserves to be a plot point all to itself, for Squall, bc unlike other characters who can just speedrun learning all about rotomblr’s quirks, it’s something he has very strong and hurtful feelings about, and I think it’s interesting to give that its own spotlight, without worrying about multiverses or Pokémon-free realities. It both lets me flesh out how Squall feels about an inarguable complication to his job, and gives other pokebloggers a chance to expose their EBDBs to (at least, imo) unique takes on anti-eeby sentiment. As long as everybody stays respectful of boundaries and polite OOC, I welcome some extreme IC stuff! Squall’s behavior IS extreme! Even his “polite” conversations have some casually horrible stuff slipped in.

So again, no worries anon! This is entirely on me and my attention span. I’m planning on sinking most of my energy into @tlblitzle rn (she’s got a journey going I’d like wrapped before Indigo Disk drops, and I’ve been dragging my feet for months), and then in a few days I’ll be back to writing Squall :) }}

[healthoncheck]

Best Hair Oil For Your Hair Type – How To Find The Right One?

Hair oils are essential to your hair care routine; however, knowing your hair type and needs can help you choose the ideal oil for your hair. Read on to know them all.

Almonds, sesame, grape, grapeseed, jojoba, coconut, and argan are all found naturally and are the most outstanding oils for promoting healthy hair development. They are safe to use on both the hair and the skin without any pre-treatment. In addition, essential oils like lavender and citrus have several beneficial properties to the hair. These are the finest oils for your hair; they not only smell fantastic but also have practical benefits for your hair.

Coconut Oil

Lauric acid, a medium-chain triglyceride found in coconut oil, is an essential nutrient (Saturated fat). It’s easy for the body to absorb and utilize. That’s why this oil doesn’t just coat the hair; it penetrates it. Coconut oil comes in several forms, including refined, unrefined, & extra-virgin. When applied to the skin, coconut oil helps lock in moisture and prevent dryness. The hair is more manageable because of the added elasticity and smoothness. In addition to preventing heat damage, this oil regularly stimulates hair growth while nourishing the scalp.

Brigandi

The herbs used to create brigandi hair oil are extracted into pure sesame oil & milk. The oil is a blend of several different substances, such as sesame seeds, Bhringraj & Balloon Vine, and the herbs Indigo, Gooseberry, and Eclipta Alba. Everyone may use this oil since it effectively treats various hair issues. The oil helps prevent further hair loss by fortifying the follicles. In addition, brigandi hair oil is effective against both fungal and bacterial infections of the scalp. Also, the aroma is comforting and earthy, which helps calm nerves and elevate spirits to prevent emotional stress from contributing to hair loss.

Almond Hair

The oil in almonds comes from the nuts within. Edible almonds are cultivated for their naturally sweet flavor, and this oil is extracted from them. Hair treated with sweet almond oil is hydrated and safer from pollution. Hair loss and split ends would both be avoided. You may expect your hair to grow faster and fuller by using it regularly.

Olive Oil 

Once again, olive oil’s adaptability means it may be used in many different contexts. Olive oil, obtained by pressing olives, is known for protecting and moisturizing. In addition, olive oil’s ability to form a barrier around the hair shaft makes it a valuable tool in the fight against pollution. Did you know that olive oil may restore color and heat-treated hair? Olive oil is an excellent choice if you’re in the market for oils that may promote hair development while protecting your hair from environmental damage. Hair treated with olive oil feels healthier and sleeker with only one treatment.

Grapeseed Oil

Did you know that hemp seed oil is packed with components like liquid and Vitamin E that are essential for hair and skin growth? Grapeseed oil is an excellent moisturizer and conditioner for dry hair. It promotes the growth of strong, healthy hair. It may even prevent the development of split ends and tame the frizz. It’s good news that grapeseed oil can inhibit the synthesis of the hair-loss-inducing hormone DHT.

Source: https://www.healthoncheck.com/best-hair-oil-for-your-hair-type-how-to-find-the-right-one/ 

Read About the Best Hair Oil For Your Hair Type – How To Find The Right One?

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[mammonsfeatheraccessories]

possession

summary: a demon has come to visit you in the middle of the night. how lucky are you?

pairing: lucifer/gender-neutral, AFAB reader

genre: smut

cw: consensual fear play, mild degradation, religious undertones in some places, lucifer’s demonic features (including tongue/genitalia) and mentions of the blood/violence demons are capable of (but not toward reader), oral sex (reader receiving)

***

the lights blink, more than they flicker.

slow and deliberate, staring down at you as if you had, in some unknown, grave way, disappointed them.

the air was colder, too. it yoked the warmth from your flesh and left you too chilled to properly shiver. your pillows, your blanket, the soft loving nest of your bed were suddenly suffocating, scratchy and tight and you wondered how you’d ever been able to sleep there. you untangled yourself from them, gasping for air that turned to ice in your lungs:

the lamps gave you one final, lengthy glare, before the light was snuffed out, and not even the moon could reach in to guide you.

footsteps replaced the rhythm of the lights; they clicked despite the carpet beneath them. they were meant to be heard. you were meant to be frightened.

they stopped at the edge of your bed. suddenly, the ring you wore on your left hand glowed a harsh and striking blue. it sought permission, or perhaps even approval, it’s brilliance puffing like peacock feathers in the black night.

the quick, assuring jerk of your chin was all that he needed.

“didn’t anyone ever tell you?” cold fingers danced over your exposed ankle, before forming a tight and painful coil. a rough tug yanked you to the edge of your bed. “uncovered limbs invite the monsters into your bed.”

now that he wanted to be seen, he gave off a gentle glow, almost angelic in the way he lit up the room. how strange it was to see him handle you so roughly; his strong hands were built to be clasped in prayer. how awful that his eyes sliced you to pieces under his knowing gaze; they were so beautiful when gazing at the heavenly skies.

his beauty almost soothed you. he was meant to be looked at. created to be adored, but then broken down to be feared. his crimson eyes were framed by his thick, dark lashes. they were the color of fresh blood. his lips, stern-set but sweetly pink, were parted by the sharp points of his fangs. his face. his lovely, perfect face, marked only by the diamond etched onto his forehead — how was it possible for it to twist with such fury, the way it did now?

but that was where it ended, his similarity to the angels.

for next there was the curve of his onyx horns. from experience you knew the tips were sharp as needles. they would draw blood, even on accident. they were not meant to protect the demon — they were meant to gore. to gut. to hunt.

the feathers of his wings were said to contain an immense power, bringing an exacting savagery to any hex or curse or potion even the weakest sorcerer might conjure. but you couldn’t imagine him letting a single feather fall without consequence.

spread before you now, the span of his wings enveloped your vision, the frame to the exquisite portrait of his nude body. once divine and entirely wicked, your eyes could not help but wander from the prideful lift of his chin to the gleaming expanse of his chest. his skin looked so soft. so soft, even stretched over tight muscles, cold blood and eons of unveiled rage.

he must have kept all that in his dick. it demanded respect, swinging heavy between his thick thighs, the bulbous tip shining a pretty metallic teal, darkening indigo to black as it reached the base. the underside was scaled. it looked smooth, oddly vulnerable. the valley of bumps that formed over his shaft were fun to traverse with your tongue. he was already erect, impatiently so, and it was the one tell in the whole scene, the crack in the facade of your mock corruption; damn it, how he had missed you.

your hands trembled, sought creature comfort in the sheets bunched in between your fingers. he tugged you even closer to the edge of the bed and spread your legs wide.

his nostrils flared, his pupils constricted. your cheeks warmed up in shame, already knowing where this was heading. “this excites you. i can smell it.” he clicked his tongue. “humans are vile. predictable. and worst of all, they are weak.”

and so he went to prove it.

you were wearing shorts to bed. you were pretty sure you’d worn panties, too. now they were gone. you hadn’t heard them tear, you hadn’t felt the slide of them down your legs, nor had you lifted your arms for the removal of your shirt, but you were exposed, needy, and utterly humiliated in a matter of seconds.

“congratulations,” he spoke, eyes to roaming over your form almost distractedly, petting your thigh before sinking to his knees. he slipped his fingers between your legs, coating them in your juices. “you have one of the most powerful beings in all three realms kneeling before you.” a smirk overtook his features as you watched him play with the mess you made, eyes catching yours to mock you. “aren’t you proud of yourself?”

you couldn’t speak. his skilled fingers found your clit and coaxed it to come out and say hello. “so cute,” he sighed, circling it with his thumb. “i hope your pussy is as obedient as you are.”

shit. your legs tried to close, flames licking a little too hot in the pit of your stomach. he’d be pissed if you came this early, not when he’d traveled such a long way.

but you couldn’t move at all. he’d paralyzed you — when? you hadn’t heard him cast any spell. you could only watch him, wide-eyed and nervous when he let his tongue unfurl before you.

you considered it the most demonic thing about him, both in its appearance and what he made it do. it was long, navy and pointed, slick where he’d allowed saliva to pool and drip over your pussy.

he was every bit the monster in your closet, coming out to devour you whole, his fangs glinting brilliant and evil as he teased you with their proximity to your most vulnerable place. he turned his face, reaching under you to pull you closer to him, legs draped over his shoulders. the tops of his teeth gently grazed the inside of your thigh, a simple reminder: he could kill you from here, kneeled between your legs like a supplicant.

but then his tongue soothed over the spot, even though he hadn’t bitten down. he sucked kisses into your skin that were maybe a bit too reverent for a demon trying to steal your soul. he caught himself and firmly corrected it, sinking his nails into the fat of your thighs. they were more like claws, and you gasped at piercing sensation. it made you so much wetter, and him so much cockier, the fragility of a useless, desperate human making his mouth water.

“look at me,” he demanded, and your body complied without thought. so you could move, as long as he willed it, similar to the way you could control him under your pact. how odd. how freeing. “you’re mine,” he said, eyes flashing something ancient and primal. “i don’t kneel for just anyone. you understand that, don’t you? nod. let me see that you understand.”

you nodded.

“good human,” he grunted, then finally lowered his face.

ah. ahh. the lights came on again when he tasted you the first time, then shut off with a bang. his tongue dipped inside of you and moved, unnervingly dexterous and all-knowing, dragging your slick juices to your clit to suck it the way he knew you liked best.

lucifer was a methodical demon. he knew nothing other than to give his very best. which was why it was so hot that he sometimes lost himself in you, dragging down by your hips to bury his face in your cunt when he was supposed to be teasing you. it was hotter still that he’d turn around and blame you for it — he could do no wrong, after all — clearly you needed to be punished — clearly you’d have to try again, and don’t cum this time, be good for him —

his tongue could reach places even his talented fingers couldn’t. it was your downfall every single time you did this. by now you’d learned that in this act alone, lucifer would purposely set you up to fail because he liked it when you did. you’d know the moment he’d grown too frustrated at not being inside you, because suddenly his vicious tongue would lash out with such ferocity it made your very atoms submit to him, twisting, and curling inside you as he lapped at your g-spot, how the fuck-

maybe he’d lost too much focus or your own power had broken through the barrier, but your hips flew up when your orgasm finally crashed through you, painting his clever tongue as your walls pulsed around the wiggling muscle. you clutched his horns and rode his face until it was too much, and it wasn’t until you caught your breath that you realized you’d both failed this roleplay, but it was going to be your problem.

for he was still kneeling between your legs, glaring at you, annoyed.

“i see you have yet to learn your place,” he chided, drawing himself to his full height. now he towered before you, monstrous cock bobbing in front of your swollen mouth.

“i think it’s time you kneel for me.”

[simpforsimeon]

NAME

William De Van Dalzell

BIRTHDAY

July 16 (Cancer)

AGE

??

HEIGHT

175 cm

DOMINANT HAND

Right

HOMELAND

???

FAMILY

• Yuu (Last Name) [considers Yuu as his sibling]

ALIAS/NICKNAMES

• Liam/ old man (by Yuu)

• Roi des mystères (by Rook)

• Salmon/ Sāmon-chan (by Floyd)

GENDER

Male 

Appearance

William is a lean young man with long indigo-red hair—a part of it is tied in a single braid on the right side of his head—black fingernails, with fair skin. Surprisingly, he has aqua green eyes, which he used to keep hidden under his hair.

William often dresses in a white-collared, cleavage-revealing blouse with rolled up to the elbows sleeves, a red short waistcoat, adorned by a light gray cape with gold outline, which is colored a red-golden gradient on the underside, the cape only covers his forearms and is held together by a gold string.

Under his cleavage-revealing blouse, he wears a long sleeved black shirt that has tailcoats at each side of his hips and his back. He is also wearing a black with gold outlines fake corset.

He wears dark, tight-fitted trousers and knee-length boots. He also wears a loose brown belt from which his magic pen hangs. He has a necklace with a lavender stone.

Personality

William is almost always depicted as calm and composed, but when angered he is quite the force to contend with, often sadistic in his retaliation. 

He can also be a little eccentric, sometimes an enigmatic individual who giggles and grins frequently, appreciates laughter, enjoys frightening others and provoking reactions with his strange mannerisms, but wastes no efforts hiding his dark nature.

William is also a determined, strong-willed individual who seeks to prove his worth.

William later reveals that not only is he good with strategies and planning, but also a cruel and merciless person capable of infusing fear into his enemies.

While a largely logical person who knows how to use words to his advantage, William is not above threats and intimidation typical of a cold, experienced ??.

He is quite sadistic and has aggressive tendencies, with a glare that can scare even the most fearless man when he is angry.

According to everyone, he can be stubborn at times, especially when he isn't easily convinced. While almost all of his plans are effective, they tend to be complex and rather bizarre.

Willam's use of manners and polite conduct mostly attribute to maintaining a sense of control and power in any situation.

For the most part, acting like a 'normal' person makes those around him less wary, as when he's in public and needs to avoid suspicion.

Otherwise, it creates a certain distance between him and others, as if nothing they say ever fazes him (mostly to the ones he doesn't particularly like, actually, all of the first years except the braincell duo, Epel, Sebek, Jack and ramshackle duo)

This manipulation and usage of knowledge is the core of William's decision-making and tactics, making him dangerous.

(Here, have some basic information about William!

• Most people call him William Dalzell for short than saying "William De Van Dalzell" which can be quite mouthful to say.

• William could actually be almost the same age as Lilia [old man]

• Lilia, a powerful fae who is an old man 🤝 William, a powerful immortal human(?) who is also an old man

• Ajhsjsz

• Yuu thinks of William as either a father figure or an older brother figure

• William isn't his real name [Not telling at the moment what is his real name, as it will be known along the story of Child!Yuu and a fanfiction that I'll start which will contain the adventures of the Ramshackle duo {Grim and Yuu} and the first years]

• Lilia may or may not have known William before going to NRC.

• Yuu doesn't know how their family met William.

• Yuu is practically adopted by him.

• ✨Yuu, a human with short life span, adopted by an immortal being 🤝 Silver, a human with short life span, adopted by an immortal being✨

• Roi des mystères means King of mysteries, because Liam is considered a shady and mysterious individual by everyone.

• He knows a lot more than he lets on.

• Malleus is curious about him and Yuu.

• Floyd calls William as Salmon/Sāmon-chan because salmons are associated with wisdom and knowledge

▪︎ Also tell me in which dorm he should be in, as he is a lot like my irl self [which is also an Idia kinnie and Leviathan kinnie-] and I took a few quizzes and the results were always Diasomnia, Ignihyde and Scarabia)

[crungebunge]

Shossa, The Disconnected Lands

CITIES

Floritcher: A very cute and quaint farming town of halflings, kender, and satyrs. Farm plots hold huge pumpkins, squash, and apples - any fruit you want must be here. Tall grasses sway in the breeze and paint the land yellow as far as the mountains. The smell of baking apples and cinnamon fills the air, and the breeze is fresh as laundry. Tall trees break up yellow sunlight into fractured rays, and a babbling brook runs through the town from an old wheat mill. Donkeys and horses carry piles of hay back and forth, and it seems like everyone is outside today.

Indigo: Across the bridge from Catterwalk, lies Indigo. A grey and stony town ruled by a mad and cruel king of Kenku. Surrounded by a dense forest of fir trees. Houses are lifted and birdhouse-like, only birds may enter.

Indus and Revus: Twin-city towns of centaurs, who make beer, ale, and wine. Their strong backs carry flagons and transport grapes, their strong hooves mush grapes and plums and fruit, and their high reach grab fruit from tall trees. On very good standing and know pretty much everything. Surrounded by plains, these centaurs run for miles.

Kipper: A homeland of Leonins, though they are nomadic, this is where their religion takes root. They believe in the 7 Great Warriors, legends from long ago about 7 warriors who overthrew the ruler of Kipper long ago and made a homeland for Leonin kind. They bring offerings, ask to be blessed, get married, and have children inside the city, but live elsewhere. Ruled by Queen Liper, each nomadic tribe has its own leader who reports to her. She is very cruel and cold to outsiders.

Tortuga Bay: A pirate town on the coast full of thieves and robbers, vigilantes and hitmen, criminals and those in hiding. Its a seemingly perpetually-dark, dank city that smells like rotting seaweed and salt. Everywhere, men lay dead or drunk beyond saving. Fights break out in the worryingly swaying bars, people are thrown through windows with panes as thick as ale glasses. Every building represents a different fish - some have long decks with sharp railings like the underbite of an angler, some have fins to withstand the heavy sea winds, and some are outright built in the shape of a massive trout. Nobody rules this lawless land, and honestly, I don't think anyone could.

PLACES:

Purplehart Farm: Vineyard of green, red, and purple grapes that span miles. Inhabited by Halflings and dwarves low enough to pick the grapes.

Grommet Library: A library run by the massive Grommet family, a Harengone family of researchers. It goes several hundred feet into the earth on a cylinder, the center open and the books clinging to the walls as a spiral platform goes all the way down. The top is open in the center, and birds fly in and out.

Lisa's farm: A flower farm.

Forge of the Forefathers: Dwarven forge in the lower center, a huge workplace for the fire dwarves. Red hot and burning lava comes from deep underground and melts iron at molten temperatures. Many weapons are forged here.

Forest of Bones: Dense forest of fir trees and dead, skinny weir-wood trees. Thick with fog, graves, and loose trinkets of those who have gone missing or died suddenly. Huge, spiky rib bones of something massive hang thick moss trails and provide places for birds to nest.

The Sunwood: A sacred religious tree for those who Worship the Goddess of light. A massive tree full of fireflies.

Mountains of Aemog: Huge mountains. Pass of Theodore lets you through, one rickety, decommissioned bridge. Green mountains of dragons, lizardfolk, and moss monsters.

Openlands and Hillplace: Centaur territory, flatlands. Good for running

Forever Pits: pits straight into the earth.

[thehierophage]

March 20, 2022 æ.v.

Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law

The Feast for the Supreme Ritual, The Feast of the Equinox of the Gods, Thelemic New Year, Vernal Equinox, The Ritual of Fire.

Correspondences:

Hebrew Letter: Tav Numerical Value as Letter: 400 Numerical Value as Word: 406 [(Tav + Vav)] Meaning of Letter: Tau Cross, mark or sign Thoth Card: The Universe (Atu XXI) Alternate Title: The World; The Great One of the Night of Time. Tree of Life Path Association: Path 32/32-bis, links Yesod to Malkuth (9 & 10)

Astrological Sign: (for 32) Saturn Element:(for 32 bis.) Earth Egyptian Godforms: (for 32) Sobek & Mako; (for 32-bis.) Satem, Ahapshi, Nepthys, Amenshet

Geomantic Figure: (for 32) Triangle; (for 32-bis.) Those of Earthy Triplicity

Gemstones: (as 32) Onyx, Jet; (as 32-bis) Salt

Perfumes: (as 32) Asafoetida, Scammony, Indigo, Sulphur, all evil odors; (as 32-bis)Storax, all dull, heavy odors

Plants: (as 32)Ash, Cypress, Hellebore, Yew, Nightshade, Elm; (as 32-bis.) Oak, Ivy, all cereals

Animals: (as 32)Crocodile; (as 32-bis.) Bull (Kerub of Earth)

Colors (For Key 32 / 32 bis.):

King Scale – Indigo / Citrine, russet, olive, and black (quartered); Bright Spring green

Queen Scale – Black / Amber

Prince Scale – Blue-black / Dark brown

Princess Scale – Black, rayed Blue / Black and yellow

The Secret Instruction of the Master:

Treat time and all conditions of Event as Servants of thy Will, appointed to present the Universe to thee in the form of thy Plan.

And: blessing and worship to the prophet of the lovely Star.

Mnemonic:

Naught becomes All to realise the span

Of naught, O perfect Universe of Pan.!

Liber CCXXXI

And in the heart of the Sphinx danced the Lord Adonai, in His garlands of roses and pearls making glad the concourse of things; yea, making glad the concourse of things.

DOMARUM MERCURII CUM SUIS GENIIS CARCERORUM QLIPHOTH CUM SUIS GENIIS

Thath’th’thithعthuth-thix

Thantifaxath

Recommended Text: Liber VII (Liber Liberi vel Lapdis Lazuli), cap. II (in the morning) & Liber Cordis Cincti Serpente, cap. II (in the evening)

Liber Liberi vel Lapdis Lazuli

Adumbratio Kabbalae Aegyptiorum

Sub Figura VII

Being the Voluntary Emancipation of a certain Exempt Adept from his Adeptship. These are the Birth-Words of a Master of the Temple.

A.˙.A.˙.

Publication in Class A.

Imprimatur:

N. Fra A.˙. A.˙.

(Morning Meditation)

II.

1. O my God! use Thou me again, alway. For ever! For ever!

2. That which came fire from Thee cometh water from me; let therefore Thy Spirit lay hold on me, so that my right hand loose the lightning.

3. Travelling through space, I saw the onrush of two galaxies, butting each other and goring like bulls upon earth. I was afraid.

4. Thus they ceased fight, and turned upon me, and I was sorely crushed and torn.

5. I had rather have been trampled by the World-Elephant.

6. O my God! Thou art my little pet tortoise!

7. Yet Thou sustainest the World-Elephant.

8. I creep under Thy carapace, like a lover into the bed of his beautiful; I creep in, and sit in Thine heart, as cubby and cosy as may be.

9. Thou shelterest me, that I hear not the trumpeting of that World-Elephant.

10. Thou art not worth an obol in the agora; yet Thou art not to be bought at the ransom of the whole Universe.

11. Thou art like a beautiful Nubian slave leaning her naked purple against the green pillars of marble that are above the bath.

12. Wine jets from her black nipples.

13. I drank wine awhile agone in the house of Pertinax. The cup-boy favoured me, and gave me of the right sweet Chian.

14. There was a Doric boy, skilled in feats of strength, an athlete. The full moon fled away angrily down the wrack. Ah! but we laughed.

15. I was pernicious drunk, O my God! Yet Pertinax brought me to the bridal.

16. I had a crown of thorns for all my dower.

17. Thou art like a goat's horn from Astor, O Thou God of mine, gnarl'd and crook'd and devilish strong.

18. Colder than all the ice of all the glaciers of the Naked Mountain was the wine it poured for me.

19. A wild country and a waning moon Clouds scudding over the sky. A circuit of pines, and of tall yews beyond. Thou in the midst!

20. O all ye toads and cats, rejoice! Ye slimy things, come hither!

21. Dance, dance to the Lord our God!

22. He is he! He is he! He is he!

23. Why should I go on?

24. Why? Why? comes the sudden cackle of a million imps of hell.

25. And the laughter runs.

26. But sickens not the Universe; but shakes not the stars.

27. God! how I love Thee!

28. I am walking in an asylum; all the men and women about me are insane.

29. Oh madness! madness! madness! desirable art thou!

30. But I love Thee, O God!

31. These men and women rave and howl; they froth out folly.

32. I begin to be afraid. I have no check; I am alone. Alone. Alone.

33. Think, O God, how I am happy in Thy love.

34. O marble Pan! O false leering face! I love Thy dark kisses, bloody and stinking! O marble Pan! Thy kisses are like sunlight on the blue Aegean; their blood is the blood of the sunset over Athens; their stink is like a garden of Roses of Macedonia.

35. I dreamt of sunset and roses and vines; Thou wast there, O my God, Thou didst habit Thyself as an Athenian courtesan, and I loved Thee.

36. Thou art no dream, O Thou too beautiful alike for sleep and waking!

37. I disperse the insane folk of the earth; I walk alone with my little puppets in the garden.

38. I am Gargantuan great; yon galaxy is but the smoke-ring of mine incense.

39. Burn Thou strange herbs, O God!

40. Brew me a magic liquor, boys, with your glances!

41. The very soul is drunken.

42. Thou art drunken, O my God, upon my kisses.

43. The Universe reels; Thou hast looked upon it.

44. Twice, and all is done.

45. Come, O my God, and let us embrace!

46. Lazily, hungrily, ardently, patiently; so will I work.

47. There shall be an End.

48. O God! O God!

49. I am a fool to love Thee; Thou art cruel, Thou withholdest Thyself.

50. Come to me now! I love Thee! I love Thee!

51. O my darling, my darling - Kiss me! Kiss me! Ah! but again.

52. Sleep, take me! Death, take me! This life is too full; it pains, it slays, it suffices.

53. Let me go back into the world; yea, back into the world.

LIBER CORDIS CINCTI SERPENTE

vel

LXV

sub FIGURA

אדני

(Evening Meditation)

I.

1. I am the Heart; and the Snake is entwined

About the invisible core of the mind.

Rise, O my snake! It is now is the hour

Of the hooded and holy ineffable flower.

Rise, O my snake, into brilliance of bloom

On the corpse of Osiris afloat in the tomb!

O heart of my mother, my sister, mine own,

Thou art given to Nile, to the terror Typhon!

Ah me! but the glory of ravening storm

Enswathes thee and wraps thee in frenzy of form.

Be still, O my soul! that the spell may dissolve

As the wands are upraised, and the aeons revolve.

Behold! in my beauty how joyous Thou art,

O Snake that caresses the crown of mine heart!

Behold! we are one, and the tempest of years

Goes down to the dusk, and the Beetle appears.

O Beetle! the drone of Thy dolorous note

Be ever the trance of this tremulous throat!

I await the awaking! The summons on high

From the Lord Adonai, from the Lord Adonai!

2. Adonai spake unto V.V.V.V.V., saying: There must ever be division in the word.

3. For the colours are many, but the light is one.

4. Therefore thou writest that which is of mother of emerald, and of lapis-lazuli, and of turquoise, and of alexandrite.

5. Another writeth the words of toÿaz, and of deep amethyst, and of gray sapphire, and of deep sapphire with a tinge as of blood.

6. Therefore do ye fret yourselves because of this.

7. Be not contented with the image.

8. I who am the Image of an Image say this.

9. Debate not of the image, saying Beyond! Beyond!

One mounteth unto the Crown by the moon and by the Sun, and by the arrow, and by the Foundation, and by the dark home of the stars from the black earth.

10. Not otherwise may ye reach unto the Smooth Point.

11. Nor is it fitting for the cobbler to prate of the Royal matter. O cobbler! mend me this shoe, that I may walk. O king! if I be thy son, let us speak of the Embassy to the King thy Brother.

12. Then was there silence. Speech had done with us awhile.

There is a light so strenuous that it is not perceived as light.

13. Wolf's bane is not so sharp as steel; yet it pierceth the body more subtly.

14. Even as evil kisses corrupt the blood, so do my words devour the spirit of man.

15. I breathe, and there is infinite dis-ease in the spirit.

16. As an acid eats into steel, as a cancer that utterly corrupts the body; so am I unto the spirit of man.

17. I shall not rest until I have dissolved it all.

18. So also the light that is absorbed. One absorbs little and is called white and glistening; one absorbs all and is called black.

19. Therefore, O my darling, art thou black.

20. O my beautiful, I have likened thee to a jet Nubian slave, a boy of melancholy eyes.

21. O the filthy one! the dog! they cry against thee.

Because thou art my beloved.

22. Happy are they that praise thee; for they see thee with Mine eyes.

23. Not aloud shall they praise thee; but in the night watch one shall steal close, and grip thee with the secret grip; another shall privily cast a crown of violets over thee; a third shall greatly dare, and press mad lips to thine.

24. Yea! the night shall cover all, the night shall cover all.

25. Thou wast long seeking Me; thou didst run forward so fast that I was unable to come up with thee.

O thou darling fool! what bitterness thou didst crown thy days withal.

26. Now I am with thee; I will never leave thy being.

27. For I am the soft sinuous one entwined about thee, heart of gold!

28. My head is jewelled with twelve stars; My body is white as milk of the stars; it is bright with the blue of the abyss of stars invisible.

29. I have found that which could not be found; I have found a vessel of quicksilver.

30. Thou shalt instruct thy servant in his ways, thou shalt speak often with him.

31. (The scribe looketh upwards and crieth) Amen! Thou hast spoken it, Lord God!

32. Further Adonai spake unto V.V.V.V.V. and said:

33. Let us take our delight in the multitude of men!

Let us shape unto ourselves a boat of mother-of-pearl from them, that we may ride upon the river of Amrit!

34. Thou seest yon petal of amaranth, blown by the wind from the low sweet brows of Hathor?

35. (The Magister saw it and rejoiced in the beauty of it.) Listen!

36. (From a certain world came an infinite wail.)

That falling petal seemed to the little ones a wave to engulph their continent.

37. So they will reproach thy servant, saying: Who hath set thee to save us?

38. He will be sore distressed.

39. All they understand not that thou and I are fashioning a boat of mother-of-pearl. We will sail down the river of Amrit even to the yew-groves of Yama, where we may rejoice exceedingly.

40. The joy of men shall be our silver gleam, their woe our blue gleam -- all in the mother-of-pearl.

41. (The scribe was wroth thereat. He spake:

O Adonai and my master, I have borne the inkhorn and the pen without pay, in order that I might search this river of Amrit, and sail thereon as one of ye. This I demand for my fee, that I partake of the echo of your kisses.)

42. (And immediately it was granted unto him.)

43. (Nay; but not therewith was he content. By an infinite abasement unto shame did he strive. Then a voice:)

44. Thou strivest ever; even in thy yielding thou strivest to yield -- and lo! thou yieldest not.

45. Go thou unto the outermost places and subdue all things.

46. Subdue thy fear and thy disgust. Then -- yield!

47. There was a maiden that strayed among the corn, and sighed; then grew a new birth, a narcissus, and therein she forgot her sighing and her loneliness.

48. Even instantly rode Hades heavily upon her, and ravished her away.

49. (Then the scribe knew the narcissus in his heart; but because it came not to his lips, therefore was he shamed and spake no more.)

50. Adonai spake yet again with V.V.V.V.V. and said:

The earth is ripe for vintage; let us eat of her grapes, and be drunken thereon.

51. And V.V.V.V.V. answered and said: O my lord, my dove, my excellent one, how shall this word seem unto the children of men?

52. And He answered him: Not as thou canst see.

It is certain that every letter of this cipher hath some value; but who shall determine the value? For it varieth ever, according to the subtlety of Him that made it.

53. And He answered Him: Have I not the key thereof?

I am clothed with the body of flesh; I am one with the Eternal and Omnipotent God.

54. Then said Adonai: Thou hast the Head of the Hawk, and thy Phallus is the Phallus of Asar. Thou knowest the white, and thou knowest the black, and thou knowest that these are one. But why seekest thou the knowledge of their equivalence?

55. And he said: That my Work may be right.

56. And Adonai said: The strong brown reaper swept his swathe and rejoiced. The wise man counted his muscles, and pondered, and understood not, and was sad.

Reap thou, and rejoice!

57. Then was the Adept glad, and lifted his arm.

Lo! an earthquake, and plague, and terror on the earth!

A casting down of them that sate in high places; a famine upon the multitude!

58. And the grape fell ripe and rich into his mouth.

59. Stained is the purple of thy mouth, O brilliant one, with the white glory of the lips of Adonai.

60. The foam of the grape is like the storm upon the sea; the ships tremble and shudder; the shipmaster is afraid.

61. That is thy drunkenness, O holy one, and the winds whirl away the soul of the scribe into the happy haven.

62. O Lord God! let the haven be cast down by the fury of the storm! Let the foam of the grape tincture my soul with Thy light!

63. Bacchus grew old, and was Silenus; Pan was ever Pan for ever and ever more throughout the æons.

64. Intoxicate the inmost, O my lover, not the outermost!

65. So was it -- ever the same! I have aimed at the peeled wand of my God, and I have hit; yea, I have hit.

Love is the law, love under will.

[hawksugarbaby]

Todoroki x male reader- Caramel and Honey

Fluff + Au where todoroki rebelled and never became a hero 

Todoroki hummed to himself laying out the ingredients in front of him with his mixing bowl in the centre of the counter top, the mix of ingredients in organised lines from first to last except he was missing one ingredient.

It was soon to be your birthday, and todoroki being the gentleman as always was desperate to make you a cake as his local supplier. You deserved it for the kind smile you wore dropping of his orders at the back of the shop and hovering around for a few minutes to talk before disappearing into the wind again driving away in your van with (y/ln) Produce, stamped on the side of the van in big, black cursive.

He took over the shop from his mothers side of the family before she fell ill and had to go to hospital. not wanting anything to do with his disgusting father he chose to stay and manage the store of light pinks and pure whites. He heard your tires pulling up outside on the gravelly path and he opened the door for you to drop off your produce inside on the counters by the door.

"Hey Roki! How's it hanging, making anything special today?" you asked hauling a crate of freshly picked fruit for the season in and dropping it onto the steel top, wiggling under the weight and scooting forward a millimeter. "What do you consider special?" he asked bluntly helping you carry the boxes into the kitchen and put the items in their respective places.

Finally you brought in the cardboard box layered in bubble wrap filled with decorative jars of golden honey pockets of air suspended in the viscous liquid and Todoroki nodded happily in receiving everything he asked for. Sometimes you'd forget the blueberries, or the tea leaves or the bananas grown specially by your quirk. You grabbed a glass of honey flicking the lid open and dipped your finger into the glossy amber tasting it yourself.

"Something special? I would love a rustic honey cake. Just the way mum used to make it with our honey. Not the dumb store bought stuff, the stuff we make ourselves. With the bee's we lovingly care for, for a reason!" you shout but it was muffled by you sucking the honey off of your finger.

Todoroki wiped his chin and cleared his throat "you've got some... there's uh... like a little" you looked up at him and touched your chin the sticky threads of honey clinging to your hand. "Shit" you tutted and wiped it away with the heel of your hand getting that just as sticky as the rest of you. "Well this is embarrassing" you sighed and todoroki exhaled quickly, which was close enough to a laugh to make you smile. "Here" he ran a tea towel under the warm tap and wiped it over your chin and pressed it into your hand for you to clean your hands yourself.

He felt his own face light up red and grabbed a cup of blueberries in preparation for the blueberry muffins he would bake today and you blinked a few time's rebooting your brain after the short interaction making you flustered.

You wiped your hands down and neatly folded the towel over the side of the sink and shook your head clearing the busy, buzzing thoughts from your head and drew your eye's away from him focusing on the calendar hanging next to the wall. Delivery, nothing, delivery, nothing, delivery + (y/n) Birthday. You grinned and pointed to the red circle around the familiar number on the calendar and twisted your neck to watch him stir ingredients together into a pale yellow batter.

"You remember my birthday?" you quizzed and he nodded furiously beating the whisked eggs into the mixture and poured in the cup of indigo berries fresh from the bush. "Hey are you busy right now?" Todoroki asked moving on from the topic of your birthday and lifted his eyes from your strong arms he'd seen carry so many boxes of fruit, to your joy filled (e/c) orbs sparkling happily at the prospect of him. HIM. remembering your birthday.

"I can be not busy?" you raise your palms to the popcorn roof and flick out your phone calling a coworker. "Hey Bro, could you perchance come get the van from the Todoroki Bakery and deliver the rest of the products?" you ask and pushed the phone to your ear with your shoulder and mouthed 'frozen fruit' to todoroki and you quirked an eyebrow. He nodded to the bottom drawer.

"No I dropped a crate on my foot carrying the peaches into the shop and It hurts to walk on it I dunno how driving would go" you chuckle nervously and wink to todoroki who just looked back down at his muffins filling the white, paper cases not quite understanding. "No, I know it's so unlike me! But it's okay, Todoroki said he'd give me a lift home but can you just do the rest of the rounds?"

Your brother agreed and you said your bye's on the phone. "I now have the entire day off" you said proudly and leaned your elbows on the counter admiring todoroki's fluffy hair straying further from the style it was originally in while he pushed the baking tray into the oven. "Wait but I should check your foot if you hurt it" he said crouching down and pressing his cold hands against your ankle making you flinch "no I didn't really hurt my foot I just needed to get out of work" you chuckle.

"Oh okay. Will your dad believe that, aren't you supposed to be the big strong son?" Todoroki craned his neck up to look at you still resting with one knee on the floor and the other pulled up like he was going to propose. You lost yourself in your thoughts again imagining that instead of his hand on your foot he was holding out a small grey box with a gleaming band tucked into the cushion.

"Hey what the fuck is this?" your brother laughed at the scene in the kitchen and you whipped your head up to see him leaning against the door frame uncaringly. "Uhh todoroki was checking if my foot was swollen or anything. No evidence of broken bones yet! So you should just get going with the van here are my keys!!" you said hopping over like a professional actor and shoved the keys into his hand. "Mhm i'm sure that's what it was. OUTSIDE!" he shouted at you pulling you round the corner clipping your arm on the wooden pallets leaning against the wall out back scraping up inside your elbow.

"Hey what the hell, that hurt!" you shouted lightly tapping the bleeding scratched that didn't seem to want to stop bleeding. "Look I know you like that todoroki kid but you can't just skip work to spend the day with him!" your brother turned around and looked at your face, mouth agape and eye's furrowed into annoyance and he shrugged "what i'm just being hon-" "ARE YOU BLIND OR STUPID!?" you shouted back thrusting your profusely bleeding forearm in his face.

"Oh shit what! are you feeling okay?" he panicked suddenly drawing Todoroki's attention and he poked his head out the back door. Being the observant boy he was, his eyes went wide and he jogged over to where you were standing and wiped the blood away with the already honey covered tea towel but the crimson immediately started pouring out again. "He needs an ambulance" the dual haired baker tightly wrapped the tea towel around your arm which was quickly soaked in red.

You moaned in pain and annoyance feeling your head spin. "What could he have cut his arm on?" your brother asked and you held your hand out in front of his face snapping your fingers closed against your thumb shutting him up. "There's a huge fucking rusty nail... on the pallet you dragged me past you dickhead" you huffed. The ground span and swayed around you and the brightness in your vision was turned down so you could barely see the outlines of the boys surrounding you.

And then you were on the floor.

And then you were in the hospital. Staring at the white plaster ceiling at midnight with no one by your side. "Huh" you hummed and checked your phone hissing at the brightness lashing the dark hospital room.

todoroki was in the shop with a bowl and cake pan next to him. The jar of honey you scooped from open and his phone laying open waiting for your answer to his text.

You replied to the questions he asked and Todoroki's phone buzzed on the steel countertop and he perked up immediately reaching for the electronic, slowly running out of battery.

Roki 💖🍰

Hey are you okay?

Fri 12:18

Do you like pistachios?

Oh also raisins, do you like raisins?

Probably not, no one likes raisins

I like raisins...

Anyway. Text me when you see this

Fri 18:35

Roki 💖🍰

I hope you wake up.

I wasn't supposed to get a delivery from you today

But I wish I was cause I like seeing you

You make my heart feel... weird.

Good weird

Sat 8:44

Still don't know if you like raisins and pistachios

Sat 12:27

Roki 💖🍰

It's your birthday tomorrow you know.

Sorry I didn't text yesterday but you were sleeping anyway

How can you catch tetanus so quickly

It's supposed to take 4 days dumbass.

You got it in like 1. You fainted because of the blood btw

Mon 13:21

Please just wake up for your birthday.

I have something special for you

But I need to know if you like pistachios and raisins

Mon 14:56

Roki 💖🍰

Happy Birthday (y/n)

Tue 00:00

You chuckled to yourself at the sweet messages todoroki sent you over the course of the days and glanced at the clock. "I wonder if he's still awake" you croaked and wiped your eyes from sleep then yawned filling your waterline with unnecessary tears.

Bumblebee 🍯

Hey Roki. I'm up

I like/don't like pistachios

And I like/don't like raisins

Sorry for worrying you. Promise I won't get anymore tetanus

I'm going back to sleep

Come visit tomorrow

today*

Sent

Tue 4:13

"You better not be awake dumbass" you mumbled and turned over on your pillow burying your face into the uncomfortable pancake for your head.

Seen

Tue 4:15

The baker smiled and finally started working on his surprise for you chopping his toppings and thinly slicing/ throwing away his toasted pistachios and crunching on a few raisins while working.

At 2pm he walked in and went to visit you with his surprise balancing carefully in your hand. He carefully tiptoed to your bedside and pushed your side slightly. You snorted and rolled over, opening your eye's to an amused todoroki settling himself into the chair next to your bed. "Something smells great" you muttered pushing your face back into the pillow and smiling. "Thank you for visiting" you muffled and todoroki chuckled nodding.

"Happy birthday" he smiled pulling the foil off of the top of your surprise. You peaked your eyes open and sat up smiling brightly. "I didn't know how your mum made it but I made my own recipe" he scratched the back of his head and moved to sit next to you on the mattress. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and kissed your cheek lightly before you could take off the handheld slice you were slowly lifting to your mouth.

"My heart feels weird around you" he sighed and thumped his forehead against your shoulder and you snickered, taking a soft bite of the sticky, nostalgic cake in your grasp. "I know. Thank you for the little updates by the way, very sweet of you" you emphasised the sweet as a pun on the honey cake but of course, it flew over todoroki's head. "But yeah. Thank you for the cake it's delicious" you complimented and leaned your head on his. "Can I go back to sleep now?" you joked and he smiled and pressed you down by your hard chest and lay on top of you. "Just don't sleep for 4 days again" he mumbled nestling into your t'shirt.

You stared down at the parting in his hair with huge, round eye's and put your hands on his back, grasping them together in a hug-ish type thing. "Okay"

[ameceeashish]

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The Middle Therocene: 45 million years post-establishment

Buggin' It: Therocene Insects of HP-02017

HP-02017 may be a planet of hamsters, but they are not the sole occupants of this seeded world. Many other organisms were introduced into this planet, organisms that were necessary to maintain the biosphere, ones that the local flora and fauna could not live without. Primarily pollinators and detrivores that were introduced to the planet, they too had been evolving for millions of years into strange new forms, converging on those that were absent on the initial roster of seeded life.

Among these are small, web-spinning hunters in the undergrowth that at first glance would appear to be spiders- until one counted their limbs and body segments up close. This insects, the spooders (family Saturnarachnidae), are in fact wingless, neotenic moths that have retained their silk glands from their larval form, which they now use to spin shelters and capture small, flying insects, while their long, coiled proboscis has adapted to become shorter and sharper: perfectly suited for piercing and draining the bodies of other insects.

Indeed, the spooders are among the less peculiar of the wingless moths here, as some, such as the weedsuckers (family Foliosuccidae) have become sap-sucking forms that fill a niche akin to aphids and plant lice. And some take their neoteny even further, by never metamorphosing out of their caterpillar forms at all: some remain, mature and breed in their familiar leaf-eating form, while others become predators, such as the caterpedes (family Chilopodamimidae), which have become scurrying, centipede-like predators on the undergrowth that hunt smaller insects.

Another strange insect that has filled the niche of another are the draclets (family Mimodracinae). Darting about in the air with four slender wings and a long tail-like abdomen, they look very much like dragonflies, but are in fact wasps: wasps that lost their stingers during the predator-free days of the Rodentocene and, with the coming of the ratbats, instead developed speed and agility as a means of escaping their enemies. They themselves are aerial hunters, with most species hunting smaller flying insects like bees, flies and moths that they snatch out of the air with modified grasping legs, and one species, the indigo draclet (Megaloculodracinus maleficens) is a specialized hunter of other species of draclets.

But by far the most widespread and diverse insect groups are unsurprisingly the beetles, which, as with Earth, are the most successful of all the insects. They attained a diversity surpassing all other insect clades back on Earth, and here, with the absence of some competitors, the beetles evolved into a wide variety of species and forms exceeding what they have on their original homeworld.

From an assemblage of various detrivore beetles initially introdused as decomposers arose many species that converged with other insects: some, such as the horned yeetles (family Iactoceridae) and the bioluminescent bulbugs (family Lucionoctidae) would converge upon other species of beetles like rhinoceros beetles and fireflies, while others would take on more distant insect niches. Fauxhoppers (family Pseudocaeliferidae), which fed on leaves and grass, would develop powerful jumping hind legs to escape predators, becoming close analogues of grasshoppers, while bloodsucking dreadbugs (family Dermopestidae) would converge on ticks and fleas: becoming external parasites infesting hamsters (the thick, shaggy coats of mison in particular) where they in turn are hunted by a different type of beetle, the nitpickers (family Pestivenatoridae), which have formed a symbiotic relationship with mison, feeding on the abundance of parasites attracted to their hides and in turn keeping the pest populations at a manageable level.

The beetles even thrive in the most inhospitable conditions and in unusual lifestyles as they evolve to fit their new environment. Even in the driest hottest deserts some of them endure: some, such as scurrabs (family Sabuloperfossoridae) which burrow under the sand to escape the hot sun, while others, such as the sandbugs (family Argentopteridae) have highly-reflective exoskeletons to deflect the excess heat- standing out like a shining beacon, but to no selective cost, as they live in the most extreme environments that no predatory hamsters could tolerate.

And one family, the wood-boring treeroyals (family Regnocimexidae), would even form complex societies similar to termites and ants, derived from a collective strength-in-numbers gregarious behavior that in time gave way to true eusociality. Minors, majors and soldiers are all females, whose size and caste is determined by the amount of food they recieved as larvae, while queens, which are born seasonally, being the only females able to reproduce. The drones, the only male caste, are able to disperse and join other colonies to mate with their queens, but unlike ants and bees, drones do not die immediately after mating and instead play a part in the hive's society, with numerous males serving as the queen's harem throughout her lifetime, and also helping to regulate the hive's temperature by fanning their wings.

But of course, actual ants are no slouches when it comes to kingdom-building in this planet, and in fact are partly the reason why the treeroyals evolved a colonial lifestyle to begin with. Thousands of species span the globe, filling a tremendous number of niches and forms that are far to numerous to each describe in their entirety.

Among the most remarkable species, of course, are the sailing raftants (Nauticomyrmex naviformis), a species that is native to the northern floodplains of Ecatoria, where they are forced to constantly deal with rising floods and sweeping currents. As such, they have evolved the ability to merge their bodies together to form a floating raft: a tactic used by Earth's fire ants, but the raftants take it one step further: they spend nearly their whole lives adrift in a raft, with each group taking turns to be at the top or down below, while the queen and her brood of eggs, larvae and pupae are kept safe and dry in the middle of the mass, a royal chamber made of their own linked bodies. Raftants are omnivores: feeding on fruit, seeds, nectar, insects and occasionally carrion, and it is one of the few times that the drifting colony anchors itself into place, using bridges of twigs and ant bodies to hold the raft in place while workers climb up and carry food back into the floating nest.

But the raftants have more to worry about than just floods, for a different- and more vicious- species of rafting ant makes its home in these waters: the hook-jawed pirant (Yarharomyrmex fidelldi), a predatory species that like the raftants, travels over flooded basins in masses formed of their own bodies. Feeding mostly on aquatic insects and small shrish, they have a particular tendency to target the floating raftants and in an undermatched colony, can result in complete eradication. Pirants are notable in possessing a unique caste called rafters, which, similar to water striders, can actively propel themselves across the surface of the water, and hundreds of these rafters quite literally carry the rest of the colony on their backs. Posessing a strong sense of smell, they can detect the scents of other ant colonies from some distance away, and once the target is located pheremone signals are released to the rafters to steer the colony towards their victims, and when the colony locks on to the prey's raft, the large-jawed majors -- the raiding party-- quickly climbs aboard, fiercely dispatching the crew and making off with the loot: the nutritious brood and reproductives of their quarry.

All in all, the insects of this planet easily number in the billions of individuals and tens of thousands of species, greatly outnumbering the hamsters themselves. Though small, simple and low on the food chain, they are ever-present and numerous, and form the root of the ecosystem that all life on the planet could not survive without. In a way, they were the dominant species of this planet from a certain point of view, just as on Earth: where amphibians, reptiles, synapsids, dinosaurs and mammals rose and fell in Earth's long history, but insects ruled all throughout and long before- an inextricable part of the planet's order that goes underappreciated in the shadow of bigger beings.

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[ianfaulkner1-blog]

1.About you both. Some interesting story let us know. If not just one liner about you both as a couple.

Viraj steals a line from F. Scott Fitzgerald when he thinks of his relationship with Gopika. “She’s the beginning of everything” and adds, “she’s the big bang of my existence, quite overwhelming, indomitable, a touch scary at times, I’m incomplete without her.” Gopika sums it up pithily: “Viraj is my soulmate.”

2. How did you and your now spouse plan the wedding, walk us down wedding planning memory lane?

Viraj has always been a little alternative, while Gopika is very mainstream. So we mainstreamed alternative: a wedding that brings to life the magic of two different worlds meeting. Viraj is from a liberal, academic background–Malyalis, Bengalis and Goans scattered across the world, while Gopika is from slightly more traditionalist Punjabi Brahmin stock, but they are an extremely open-minded, gregarious, and large-hearted family.

In Viraj’s family, court marriages, with little of the theatre of Punjabi weddings, were the norm. Viraj, however, thought it would be a lot more thrilling to do it the Punjabi way. So Gopika’s family (led by her two formidable aunts, Rohini and Radhika Bhushan, the matriarchs of the household) took charge of the wedding arrangements. They meticulously planned and executed the whole wedding. Radhika maasi wrote, composed and sang the jaimala for her beloved Gopika. Gopika’s bridal entry, to the soundtrack of Radhika Masi’s jaimala, was one of the highlights of the wedding; she was wearing a 14-feet long peach Bridal wear, held aloft by her bridesmaids; her twin brother, walking by her side, held a satin umbrella above her. Rohini maasi ensured the food and cutlery were of the highest standard. She also helped pick out Gopika’s attire and oversaw the bride’s makeup, outfits, hair, etc.

3. What was your wedding dream/vision for your functions?

Gopika wanted a fairytale wedding. “I wanted it to be magical, beautiful, peachy,” she declares. “That’s really original, Gopika” Viraj teases her. “I like Peachy though. Life should be peachy.” And so it was, Magical, beautiful, and distinctly peachy.

4. Vision behind choosing the wedding outfits.

We had three sets of outfits. For the Sangeet, Gopika looked stunning in a blue, Cinderalla gown and Viraj wore a majestic quilted blue bandgala. For the mehendi, Gopika wore a purple Sabyasaachi-style lehenga, and her dashing partner turned up, slightly late and hungover, in kurta, pants, and an orange Nehru jacket. Finally for the wedding, we picked outfits that reflected our image of the perfect wedding: regal, but not garish, classy not ostentatious, and elegant, not overdone. Viraj wore an intricately printed ivory Sherwani. He didn’t carry a sword, because he bats for love not violence. A Kalgi on his salmon pink Banarasi silk safa and an elegant golden brooch lent his attire a royal aura. Gopika chose a double-shaded velvet lehenga that progressed subtly from shades of lavender/pink to wine. Her jewelry was drawn from her family’s tijori: her grandmother’s magnificent kundan set (choker and earrings).

5. Looking back is there anything you would do differently as advice for couples planning their weddings?

Nobody warned the groom about the baraat. The ghodawallah and dholwallahs were shameless extortionists. The groom found their money-grabbing antics most distasteful. It’s best to have a rehearsal of the wedding day.

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