#amber bole

[boobo13cambridge]

O Re Piya | Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x f.Reader

Warnings: kissing, fingering.

Summary: It’s the day of your brother’s wedding, and you're running late. The main culprit: your handsy husband who can’t seem to control himself seeing you in a lehenga. 

A/N: Hello, everyone! I’ve been MIA for a few weeks because I was dealing with a lot of personal issues. I wrote this sporadically and I really wanted to finish this for you guys. Please leave me feedback, I would greatly appreciate it. Enjoy, lovelies ❣️

Nazrein bolen duniya bole

(The glances are telling, the world knows)

dil ki zaban haaye dil ki zubaan

(The story of my heart, oh, the story of my heart)

Ishq maange ishq chahe koi toofan

(Love prays, love wishes for a hurricane (to stir the life within))

The sun rose high in the sky, painting the world in a warm and golden glow. The flowers, arranged with care and love, burst into full bloom, their petals as vibrant and colourful as the bride's lehenga. The sun's rays kissed each delicate petal, illuminating their beauty with an ethereal glow.

The gentle breeze danced through the trees, carrying with it the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the delicate rustling of leaves. The birds chirped merrily, their songs adding to the symphony of the day. The sound was a soft and soothing melody, one that filled the air with tranquillity and joy. 

The guests, dressed in their finest attire, basked in the warmth of the sun and the beauty of the day, and the groom’s sister was still hidden from the common eye as she struggled to get ready, the emotional toll of the day a huge weigh on her delicate shoulders. Thankfully, her husband was out helping her family to lessen the burden and give her some breathing room to get ready. 

As the young beauty came out of the bathroom leaving behind a cloud of jasmine and oud, her makeup delicately done to match the pink hues of her lehenga and her long black hair flowing down her back in delicate waves, her eyes were immediately drawn to the soft, delicate hues of her lehenga. A vision in light pink, the fabric flowed like a gentle stream, its folds and creases catching the light of the sun in a breathtaking display.

The intricate embroidery, painstakingly crafted by skilled artisans, was a masterpiece of intricate design, with every stitch and bead radiating its own unique brilliance. The shimmering stones, like sparkling stars in the sky, adorned the hem and neckline of the lehenga, casting a soft and iridescent glow.

She carefully slipped into the choli, the bodice fit her like a glove, accentuating her curves. Next, the young woman delicately dragged on the lehenga, the flowing skirt that trailed behind her seemed to float like a soft cloud, dancing around her legs with each step. She felt like one of those Disney princesses that she used to love as a little girl. 

Her eyes caught the reflection in the mirror, and she gasped at the sight before her. The lehenga had transformed her, turning her into a radiant beauty. She reached for the matching dupatta, draping it over her right shoulder and allowing it to cascade down her back and flow in the front in a soft wave.

As she finished getting ready, spraying the perfume her beloved got her, spreading the rich aroma of amber and jasmine around the room,  her very own prince charming entered the room. His dark eyes widened, and his breath caught in his throat as he beheld her beauty.

"Mon amour," he whispered, his voice filled with wonder and desire, "you are absolutely stunning. How did I ever get so lucky to have you?"

His hands reached out to caress the delicate fabric of her lehenga, his fingers tracing the intricate embroidery with awe. His gaze lingered on the gentle curve of her waistline, the soft curve of her hips, and the delicate tilt of her plump lips.

A warm blush crept up her cheeks as she closed her eyes and basked in the sweet affection of his touch, savouring the feel of his hands on her skin. “Kylian…arrête. We need to be downstairs, they’re waiting for us.”

"Mmm, bébé. Je suis fou de toi," he murmured, his voice low and husky with lust. "You take my breath away, mon amour. You are like a goddess, come to earth to bless me with your beauty."

She felt her cheeks darken as he whispered words of adoration and love into her ear. Her heart swelled with affection and gratitude for this man who made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.

Kylian drew her close, his arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her into his embrace. He pressed his lips to the nape of her neck, trailing kisses down her smooth skin each one filled with deep and abiding love that she felt deep in her bones. Her body responded to his touch, her skin igniting with a fire that burned hot and bright. She revelled in the sensation of his hands on her body, leaning into him, his touch igniting her senses and sending her heart racing.

But even as her desire for him grew, she knew they couldn't stay here forever. They needed to join the rest of the family, to celebrate her brother's wedding. People would get suspicious if they didn’t come down, especially as the groom’s older sister, her presence was imperative.

"Kylian, we need to go," she murmured, her voice tinged with reluctance. "Everyone is waiting for us."

The young football star groaned in frustration, his hands tightening around her waist. "Just a few more minutes, ma chérie," he pleaded. "I can't resist you in this lehenga. You look so beautiful."

Despite the minutes ticking away, she smiled at his words, slowly losing the will to push him away. “Kylian, s’il-vous-plaît, we need t-”

Kylian’s lips found hers in a fierce, passionate kiss, cutting her off. The flames of desire and passion that had been building between the two lovers erupted and surrounded them in an inferno. Kylian's hands roamed freely over her body, tracing the curves of her hips and the gentle slope of her breasts. She moaned softly, her body responding to his touch with a fire that burned deep within her. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as he kissed her hungrily, his hands trying to reach every part of her body with increasing urgency.

She felt his muscles tense under her fingertips as he lifted her effortlessly, carrying her towards the bed. He lay her down gently, his eyes never leaving her as he hovered over her, his breath hot on her skin. Looking into his eyes, she felt an indescribable emotion pass through her, it was as if every particle in her body was intertwining with her beloved’s. The surge of emotions made her breathless as she gently cradled Kylian’s face in her hands. “Je t’aime si fort, Ky.”

Kylian’s intense gaze softened slightly as he turned slightly to kiss her hand, “Je t’aime, mon coeur. You’re my everything, my complete half. I don’t know what I would do if I didn’t have you in my life.”

His confession brought tears to her eyes. A single drop threatened to fall but he gently wiped it, summarizing in that moment all that he was to her. 

Chalna aahiste ishq naya hai

(Tread carefully as this love is new)

Pehla Yeh Vada Humne Kiya Hai

(This is the first time I've taken a vow)

Uniting their lips in a soft embrace, Kylian gently swiped her bottom lip with his tongue. She obtained her mouth to let him in, as their tongues came together in a passionate dance that sent sparks to her every extremity. As they grew needy, Kylian's hands roamed over her body with an intense hunger, his lips trailing down her neck, pausing to nuzzle against her collarbone. She gasped in pleasure as he continued to explore her body, his touch igniting sparks of pleasure that spread through her like wildfire.

His fingers found their way to the soft curves of her breasts, and he squeezed them gently, eliciting a soft moan from her lips. “Kylian, more.”

His touch was electric, sending waves of desire through her body. She arched her back, pressing herself into him, eager for more of his touch. Kylian's fingers kneaded her breasts with increasing urgency, his touch growing more intense as he sought to pleasure her. He toyed with her nipples, flicking them with his thumb and forefinger, causing her body to tremble with delight. She moaned his name, her breath coming in short gasps as she surrendered to his touch. 

One of his hands trailed down her lehenga lifting it up with urgency so he could explore wet heat between her soft thighs. His breathing grew ragged as his fingers brushed the soaking lacy fabric. 

“Kylian, we can’t. We have to go,” she protested while pushing herself into his fingers for more friction. “Bébé, let me just make you feel good, oui?” 

He pushed her panties to the side and shoved two fingers in her tight eat as she let out a loud moan. Kylian didn't want to silence her wanting to hear her moan her name in that breathless, needy tone. 

He curved his fingers reaching that spot that had her eyes crossing as she clung to his muscled back, desperate whimpers leaving her painted lips. Kylian buried his face in the valley of her breasts, his tongue leaving a wet sheen that gleamed in the sunlight. 

As the knot in her stomach tightened, Kylian increased his pace, his fingers and mouth working in perfect harmony to drive her to the brink of ecstasy. She clung to him desperately, her nails digging into his skin as she surrendered herself to his touch.

“Ky-Kylian, I’m gonna cum. Please, let me cum,” she begged as the pleasure was too much.

“Cum, bébé. Cum for me.”

Searing hot pleasure raced through her body, as she exploded, tightening around Kylian’s fingers which were still thrusting at a steady, helping her through her orgasm.

As she came down, her breathing hard and cheeks high with colour, she opened her eyes to Kylian looking down at her with soft eyes as he placed delicate kisses on her face.

“Hi, mon coeur. Enjoy yourself?” he asked cheekily. Giggling she grabbed his cheeks and bit his nose playfully. “You know I did it, you cheeky brat.”

A loud knock on the door made them both freeze, the moment shattered by the intrusion. "Kylian, Y/N, it's time to go! The baraat* is ready!" called out a voice from outside the door.

“Coming!”, she answered slightly panicked. Pushing her husband off and rushing to the mirror. Her lehenga choli was a little crinkled, and her mascara was smudged under her eyes. “Kylian! You ruined my dress and makeup, merde.” 

Rolling his eyes, Kylian came behind her and gently wrapped his arms around her, leaving a quick kiss on her neck. “T’inquiète, mon amour. I’ll help you, you’ll be fine.”

Shaking her head, she realized at that moment that while her beloved was definitely going to get them in trouble, she wouldn't trade him for anything in the world.

End Note:

*Baraat: a celebratory wedding procession that escorts the groom, who is traditionally on horseback, to the site of the wedding.

[triflesandparsnips]

My gf is doing a research project on sixteenth century recipe books (building a tool to help people read/understand them) and this weekend she was telling me about an ingredient that showed up in one of them that she could not figure out what it was. I have read the soap post (which is SO COOL, btw, I am so excited to see how the wash balls turn out) and I’m wondering if you might know what it actually is.

She first saw it written as venus bolearmonack, but we found several different spellings for it when we both went down internet rabbit holes: bolearmonack, bolarmonack, bolarmonicke. We think it’s maybe some sort of dirt or clay? But it keeps bothering me that we couldn’t figure it out, and reading your post made me wonder if you would know.

OKAY SO:

From Charas's The Royal Pharmacopœea, we know that:

By Minerals I understand all Metals, Half-metals, and what belongs to Metals. All sorts of Earths, and Bole-Armoniack; all Stones, Marbles, Flints, Porphyries, Jaspers, Chrystals, Jacinths, Emraulds, Saphirs, Granats, Blood-stones, Diamonds, and all sorts of Jewels: Sulphurs, Vitriols, Allums, Sal Gem, Bay-salt, Water, Rain, Snow, Ice, Hail, Thunder-bolts, Dew, Manna of several sorts, Morter, Lime, Brick, Oyl of Naphta Amber-griece white and yellow; Jet, Sea-coal and all Bitumens. Talk, Chalk, Bismuth, Zink, and all Marcasites, the ordinary Earth, Sand, Clay; and in general whatever is drawn out of the Bowels of the Earth, or Sea; or descends from the Air, being without Life.

This is Moyse Charas telling us what a shorthand (Minerals) means -- so apparently, Bole-Armoniack (another spelling!) wasn't a shorthand for something else the way, say, "the four greater Cold seeds" are. I also included the full paragraph because that also gives a hint as to what Bole-Armoniack isn't -- or at least, they didn't think it was... which means nope, not clay or dirt.

Later we find out in the same book that it's something you gotta crush the shit outta in a mortar before you can use it, but when you do it'll reduce to an extremely fine powder the way precious stones and amber will.

Lémery's A Course of Chemistry clarifies for a recipe for, ta da, gonorrhea, that:

Litharge, which is a Lead Calcined [a heated lead], Alom, and Bole-Armenick, are so many considerable Astringents, that do no hurt in this composition.

Which is to say, bole-armenick (ANOTHER SPELLING), when powdered, can be heated up to be used in this mix and was added because it was thought to draw together or contract skin tissue. It's also interesting that Lémery bothered to define litharge (which is fairly common in recipes I've seen), but, again, not the bole-armenick.

Finally, on a hunch, I did a search for just "armenick", and hit enough paydirt that I suspect y'all can dig further using it to confirm the results-- Pettus's 1683 glossary supplement to Ercker's Fleta Minor lists the following:

ARMENICK▪ See Armoniack.

ARMONIACK, T. gives it the Latine Name, Bolus Armeni, and we Bole Armoniack, and I find these words of kin, both in their Orthography and Pronuntiation, viz. Amoniack Armenick and Armoniack. The first Pliny tell us, is a Gum which he calls Gumma Amoniaci, of a glutinous nature (like other Gums) and so may be used for Metallick Vessels. The second viz. Armenick; I find the word Sal always joyned with it, and so called Sal Armenicus, and this Salt was antiently accounted a natural Salt, but that being now unknown to us, we use the Armenicus, which is made of the Urine of Elephants or Camels (as 'tis said) boyled to a Lixivium or Salt, and called Sal Armenius or Armeniacus, and this is of great use for purifying and refining of Metals. To the third Armoniacus the word Bole is added, I suppose for distinction sake: Pliny, c. 35. mentions a Stone, which he calls Lapis Armeni, of which he counts several sorts, but the best of those he saith, are of a blew colour, and calls it verd de Azure (being of great price and esteem with Painters, but the common Armoniack he calls Synoper (and we Synople) from a City of that name, where it was plentiful, and 'tis probable this is the same which we call Bole Armoniack, being of a reddish colour, and this is oft used by our Author, and for distinction the word Gum is put to the first, Salt to the other, and Bolus to this: which I write to prevent Errors in Medicines or Metallick Experiments.

So with Pettus's definitions, triangulated with Charas's shorthand notes and Lémery's preparation instructions, we arrive at your "venus bolearmonack" probably being sinople, a "ferruginous quartz that is blood-red or brownish red sometimes with a tinge of yellow" which "occurs in small but very perfect crystals, and in masses that resemble some varieties of jasper."

All that being said, though: always try and get at least one other source to confirm a definition. My beloved Simon Barbe says that benzoin is also myrrh, and that's... that's not right, babe. So double-check, but-- here's a reasonable direction!

[incarnateirony]

Thrill with lissome lust of the light, O man! My man! Come careering out of the night Of Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan! Come over the sea From Sicily and from Arcady! Roaming as Bacchus, with fauns and pards And nymphs and satyrs for thy guards, On a milk-white ass, come over the sea To me, to me! Come with Apollo in bridal dress (Shepherdess and pythoness) Come with Artemis, silken shod, And wash thy white thigh, beautiful god, In the moon of the woods, on the marble mount, The dimpled dawn of the amber fount! Dip the purple of passionate prayer In the crimson shrine, the scarlet snare, The soul that startles in eyes of blue To watch thy wantonness weeping through The tangled grove, the gnarled bole Of the living tree that is spirit and soul And body and brain — come over the sea, (Io Pan! Io Pan!) Devil or god, to me, to me, My man! my man! Come with trumpets sounding shrill Over the hill! Come with drums low muttering From the spring! Come with flute and come with pipe! Am I not ripe? I, who wait and writhe and wrestle With air that hath no boughs to nestle My body, weary of empty clasp, Strong as a lion and sharp as an asp — Come, O come! I am numb With the lonely lust of devildom. Thrust the sword through the galling fetter, All-devourer, all-begetter; Give me the sign of the Open Eye, And the token erect of thorny thigh, And the word of madness and mystery, O Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan Pan! Pan, I am a man: Do as thou wilt, as a great god can, O Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! I am awake In the grip of the snake. The eagle slashes with beak and claw; The gods withdraw: The great beasts come. Io Pan! I am borne To death on the horn Of the Unicorn. I am Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan! I am thy mate, I am thy man, Goat of thy flock, I am gold, I am god, Flesh to thy bone, flower to thy rod. With hoofs of steel I race on the rocks Through solstice stubborn to equinox. And I rave; and I rape and I rip and I rend Everlasting, world without end, Mannikin, maiden, Maenad, man, In the might of Pan. Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan! Io Pan!

See also  Crowley’s Pan to Artemis

Uncharmable charmer Of Bacchus and Mars In the sounding, rebounding Abyss of the stars! O virgin in armour, Thine arrows unsling In the brilliant, resilient First rays of the spring!

By the force of the fashion Of love, when I broke Through the shroud, through the cloud, Through the storm, through the smoke, To the mountain of passion Volcanic that woke — By the rage of the mage I invoke, I invoke!

By the midnight of madness: — The lone-lying sea, The swoon of the moon, Your swoon into me, The sentinel sadness Of cliff-clinging pine, That night of delight You were mine, you were mine!

You were mine, O my saint, My maiden, my mate, By the might of the right Of the night of our fate. Though I fall, though I faint, Though I char, though I choke, By the hour of our power I invoke, I invoke!

By the mystical union Of fairy and faun, Unspoken, unbroken — The dust to the dawn! — A secret communion Unmeasured, unsung, The listless, resistless, Tumultuous tongue! —

O virgin in armour, Thine arrows unsling, In the brilliant resilient First rays of the spring! No Godhead could charm her, But manhood awoke — O fiery Valkyrie, I invoke, I invoke!

[kroashent]

Return to the Tavern - A Familiar Tail

Marie deCygne set down her mug with a satisfied sigh, the sweet tastes of buckwheat and barley lingering from the last sip of the amber honey beer.  Without the drink to occupy her.  She glanced around the table.  Morgiana, of course was nowhere to be seen, replacing any vice of drinking with some other mischief of her own creation, no doubt.  Kathalia sat opposite, leaning her chair back on two legs, swirling the wooden bolee of cider, looking annoyed, but uncharacteristically pensive.  She fidgeted, crossing and uncrossing her leg and she continued to play with her drink.

Gwae, on the other hand, was almost buzzing with intense energy, her fingernails wrapping constantly on the table as she bit her lower lip, leaning so far forwards across the table that she was almost standing.  Marie blinked at the unexpected position for the normally collected Gwae, following her gaze to see her icy-eyes locked on the red-headed sellsword opposite her.  Then Marie noted the stack of three ceramic bowls piled in front of the silver-haired eladan, each having been recently filled with a drink called "Damona's Boon" according to Haizea and something considerably more bawdy according to her clientelle.  The cocktail, a mix of sugar-sweetened cream, buckwheat whiskey and cherries, was popular among the Faerie peoples, enough that it was offered this deep in the Ar Goat.  Marie personally found it a little too sweet for her liking, but Gwae, evidentially, shared no such qualm.  Marie smiled a slight grin, and then stood, taking care not to bother the intense Sidhe as she moved to get another drink from the bar.

The bartender, it seemed, had stepped out, as no one was behind the bar as Marie approached.  She peered casually over the edge, finding the space empty, and turned her attention to the large casks of beer and wine stacked in an alcove behind, the faded arms and labels of brewers and vineyards across Letha and beyond.  She imagined Kathalia would have just reached over the surface and picked up a bottle of her choosing, but Marie waited, puzzling out each label on the casks and drifting in her own thoughts until a voice brought her back to the moment.

"What'll it be." The voice belonged to a woman with dark hair, dressed in a simple apron and dress.  There was something off about the new bartender.  Marie hadn't even seen her approach as she stood, patiently waiting.  Marie blinked, caught off guard as she quickly pushed away her momentary unease and returned to the present.

"A... cidre please," Marie muttered, trying to remember what she had planned on ordering.  Her head was swimming, a sensation similar to standing up to fast, as she leaned on the counter to support herself.   "Brut."

"Coming right up!" The bartender replied, pouring the amber liquid into a wooden bolee.  "So what brings you to Ker-Ahes, and to the Silver Wheel?"

"I'm a trouvere." Marie responded with a practiced flourish and bow, despite the muffled pounding in her head "Seeking out new songs and stories of the Ar Goat, and spreading those I know."

"Oh, a traveling bard!" The bartender clapped her hands together with glee.  "Tell me, do you know 'Ballad of the Blood Moon?"

"It sounds... familiar..." Marie mumbled, a fog descending over her thoughts. 

"So, you'll play it?  Drinks on the house if you do!"

Marie nodded, picking up her lute and making her way to the edge of the bar.  She exhaled, taking in the room.  Everything seemed oddly placed, like a film was placed over the room.  She strummed a note on her lute, almost feeling the vibration travel through the space, sending a ripple shw could almost see across the room.

"The fires burned in Fourtongue's halls, as winter's breath assailed stone walls holding back winter's chill, yet shadows gather round the hill. Whispers of the Black Dog's return, as cold winds blow and lanterns burn. Howl, Howl, the Black Winds Blow Howl, Howl the Blood Moon's Glow"

Marie felt a prickling upon the back of her neck as she continued to play, scanning the tavern room as she strummed along.  There seemed to be movement in the crowd, but Marie played on. 

"Our walls are thick, our gates are strong, Black Dog may gather with his throng, but our swords are sharp, our arrows keen We'll drive him back into the green. Fourtongue raised his might ax, to show he feared no dog of black Howl, Howl, the Black Winds Blow Howl, Howl the Blood Moon's Glow"

Marie's breath quickened as she played, the hair on the back of her neck bristling in an unseen breeze, growing thicker as the flames of the candles began to waver.  Her fingers kept plucking the strings of her lute, even as black claws sprouted from them, growing thicker and sharper with each vibrating note.  Kathalia jumped to her feet suddenly, Gwae following with hunter's reflex.  By now, the crowd was worked up, joining in on the short refrain.

"A great wind blew in from the Black, courage growing weak and slack The fires snuffed, the chill rushed in, the hillside rang with awful din. The Prince, cast out, had come back home, spilling blood and cracking bone. Howl, Howl, the Black Winds Blow Howl, Howl the Blood Moon's Glow"

Brown fur spread along the bards fingers as she played, teeth sharpening into glistening fangs as she smiled, continuning the song.  The music sounded beautiful, more deep and melodic than she had experienced, each strum and pluck as clear as a winterrule sky.  Her ears lengthened, stretching into points resembling her red-haired friends.  As if on queue with the song, the laticed windows of the Silver Wheel tavern flew open, the freezing Black Winds rushing in, the candles fluttering wildly as Marie, heart racing and breath quick, sped up her pace, the muffling fog replaced by the clarity of a winter sky.  Actual howls seemed to replace parts of the chorus as the crowd began to stand, bottles and chairs crashing to the floors as tables were suddenly overturned. 

"The castle's gates of might oak, first they splintered, then they broke. With claw and fang, the Black Dog came, with snarling howl and b...burning flame... The bloody prince with Horned King's Boon, turned his sights upon the ... moon." Howl, Howl, the Black Winds Blow Howl, Howl the Blood Moon's Glow"

Marie stumbled across the song, despite knowing the words and music by heart.  A soft brown fur spread across her ears as they continued to lenghten, her fingers thickening as she played.  She panted, her face begining to stretch into a fang filled snout as she sang, growls finding their way into the pauses of the bloody ballad. Something pressed against her pants, tearing at the seams to reveal thick brown fur.  Claws ripped through her soft boots, revealing her pawlike feet, heels arching upwards as the tips of her black claws sharpened. Gwae had Kathalia against the walls as chairs and tables began to overturn, the glamour faltering.  For a moment, Marie faltered as the crowd turned before her eyes.  But she felt exhilarated.  She could almost smell the blood of the Fourtongue and the burning of Pont-Ivi.  A hunger and excitement rose within her, pushing her onwards. 

"The moon became as red as blood, the trickle of death became a flood The gates, the gates, the Fourtongue cried, but the walls had broke, the archers died. With wind of black and moon of red, the son climbed the stairs for father's head...

Marie's muzzle reached its limit, giving the bard an unmistakeable canine visage.  Her feet, ripped through her boots, were now paws, sharp claws scratching the floor.  A tail finally burst out from its fabric prison.  The lute dropped from lupine paws and Marie did not finish with the refrain, instead joining the chorus of howls filling the tavern. 

-----------------

Val's Notes: I mentioned before that these particular drawings were drawn years ago, and for a few reasons, simply never saw the light of day.  I wanted to share them with you all, but also turn them into something more, adding in a story to add a new creative flow rather than reposting the older work without additon, as well as rehabilitate my crippled drive to write.

I'll admit, this is probably my least favourite of the multi-part drawing series, but I really had fun with Marie actually doing bard things and transforming as she sings a relevant song.  I may do another picture down the line that properly matches up with what is happening in the story.  

I hope you enjoy Marie's song.  Would people be interested in me creating a full version (With the singer less wolfy by the end of it)?  I imagine there's more before and after the part Marie sings. 

-------------

Others in this set:

Gwae: https://www.deviantart.com/kathalia/art/Moonlight-Maidens-Return-to-the-Tavern-877714588

Kathalia and Gwae: https://www.tumblr.com/kroashent/723946985005170688/moonlight-maidens-return-to-the-tavern-by?source=share

Kathalia: https://www.tumblr.com/kroashent/724028159030345728/return-to-the-tavern-kathalias-brawl-i-did-say?source=share ----------------

If you're enjoying these pieced, please check out the full length Kroashent story, Kroashent: Bal Des Loups.  I'd love to hear people's take on the story as I continue to work on it!

-----------------

If you would like to support my art help the world of Kroashent come to life, as well as receive other rewards like sneak-peaks, exclusive versions and sketches, please visit my Patreon page, with a wide array of tiers for all budgets: www.patreon.com/Kroashent Check out the full story of Kroashent: Bal des Loups, on Archive of Our Own or in this gallery: https://archiveofourown.org/series/3141606 Want to chat Kroashent or Val's art in general? Drop in on Kroashent on Discord: discord.gg/MZjc3Gg Learn more about the world of Kroashent on our official Wiki: https://www.worldanvil.com/w/alvez-kroashent

[bookofdan]

Hymn To Pan

Thrill with lissome lust of the light, O man ! My man ! Come careering out of the night Of Pan ! Io Pan . Io Pan ! Io Pan ! Come over the sea From Sicily and from Arcady ! Roaming as Bacchus, with fauns and pards And nymphs and satyrs for thy guards, On a milk-white ass, come over the sea To me, to me, Come with Apollo in bridal dress (Shepherdess and pythoness) Come with Artemis, silken shod, And wash thy white thigh, beautiful God, In the moon, of the woods, on the marble mount, The dimpled dawn of of the amber fount ! Dip the purple of passionate prayer In the crimson shrine, the scarlet snare, The soul that startles in eyes of blue To watch thy wantonness weeping through The tangled grove, the gnarled bole Of the living tree that is spirit and soul And body and brain -come over the sea, (Io Pan ! Io Pan !) Devil or god, to me, to me, My man ! my man ! Come with trumpets sounding shrill Over the hill ! Come with drums low muttering From the spring ! Come with flute and come with pipe ! Am I not ripe ? I, who wait and writhe and wrestle With air that hath no boughs to nestle My body, weary of empty clasp, Strong as a lion, and sharp as an asp- Come, O come ! I am numb With the lonely lust of devildom. Thrust the sword through the galling fetter, All devourer, all begetter; Give me the sign of the Open Eye And the token erect of thorny thigh And the word of madness and mystery, O pan ! Io Pan ! Io Pan ! Io Pan ! Pan Pan ! Pan, I am a man: Do as thou wilt, as a great god can, O Pan ! Io Pan ! Io pan ! Io Pan Pan ! I am awake In the grip of the snake. The eagle slashes with beak and claw; The gods withdraw: The great beasts come, Io Pan ! I am borne To death on the horn Of the Unicorn. I am Pan ! Io Pan ! Io Pan Pan ! Pan ! I am thy mate, I am thy man, Goat of thy flock, I am gold , I am god, Flesh to thy bone, flower to thy rod. With hoofs of steel I race on the rocks Through solstice stubborn to equinox. And I rave; and I rape and I rip and I rend Everlasting, world without end. Mannikin, maiden, maenad, man, In the might of Pan. Io Pan ! Io Pan Pan ! Pan ! Io Pan !

Aleister Crowley

[poisonfireleafs]

Merryweather spare cousins and spouses gen 3 & 4

Notes:

The first four sims are Elliot, Kirk, Amber and Sierra Bole. Their parents are Horea Merryweather and Wyatt Bole by @arogaba

The fifth sim is a makeovered version of Lincoln Baker. He’s Morrigan’s future spouse and will show up later in game.

The sixth sim is Erin Merryweather. She’s Morrigan and Lincoln’s daughter

Feel free to ask about their cc. 

TOU

Do not claim as your own

Do not reupload

Please tag me if you use them

Do not change their eyecolour, skincolour, haircolour, genetics and occult

Elliot | Kirk | Amber | Sierra | Lincoln | Erin

[mymilovesfashion]

[2018 year in review ~ magazine covers 20/31]

Vogue Japan (2nd half)

JUL - Lexi Boiling AUG - Amber Valletta, Anna Ewers, Faretta, Joan Smalls SEP - Hailey Bieber

[irrfahrer]

Wookiepedia on the Flora of Haruun Kal

Read the Original Texts Here, Here, Here , Here, Here , Here, Here and Here!

The planet Haruun Kal (Above the Clouds in Basic, also known as Haruun Kul or Al'Har I), located in the Dustig sector of the Mid Rim on the Gevarno Loop, was the homeworld of the famed Jedi Master Mace Windu. Its capital was Pelek Baw. The fauna on Haruun Kal included many predators and scavengers. Many of the insects were parasitic. Notable fauna included akk dogs, ankkoxs, branch leopards, fever wasps (cause of Wasp Fever), tuskers, jacunas, vine cats, rot crows, and grassers. The flora of Haruun Kal was made up of lush trees and dangerous fungi. Certain fungi that blanketed the planet were corrosive to metal. If unprotected, vehicles, communication equipment, and other advanced technology would be destroyed within days. Other fungi rapidly decomposed dead tissue. Plant life came in every shade of green. Important plants included portaak, brassvine, glass-fern, jinsol, thyssel, and lammas. Overview: The only world in the Al'Har system, Haruun Kal appeared to be an oceanic world from space. However, this "ocean" was in fact a sea of toxic gases brought to the surface by volcanic activity, and broken by mountains and plateaus. Only the landmasses that reached into the atmosphere could support life, and thus it was high in these mountains and plateaus where native life evolved. Native Humans of the world, known as Korunnai (Uplanders), were all Force-sensitive. There were many theories explaining this remarkable phenomenon. The most popular, held by the Jedi Council, indicated that during the Great Sith War a starship transporting Jedi Knights crashed on the planet, and that the marooned survivors were the ancestors of the Korunnai. This view was supported by the fact that the vibroshields used by Kar Vastor and his Akk Guards were made of ultrachrome, a metal that was used in shipbuilding during the Great Sith Wars. The planet had a rotation rate of 25.5 standard hours, and a year length of 383 local days. Its diameter was 10,120 kilometers, and had .98 standard gravity. All electronics on the planet had to be rubbed down with portaak amber to prevent the planet's various metal-eating and silicate-eating fungi from destroying them; even with the amber, electronics were somewhat vulnerable.

Thyssel Bark Thyssel bark was a type of tree bark found only on Haruun Kal, harvested from a thyssel tree. It was very expensive during the time of the Clone Wars due to the fact that, when chewed, it had hallucinogenic properties similar to those of spice. When chewed raw, it was strong enough to permanently alter brain chemistry; when refined through roasting, it was no more harmful than mild wine.

When chewed, it gave the user red-stained teeth. The thyssel bark trade funded the Balawai government of the planet. It was eaten by grassers, which caused friction between the Balawai, who wanted to harvest the thyssel bark, and the Korunnai, who wanted it for their grassers.

Brassvines Brassvines were plants that grew on Haruun Kal. The plants were named for the large, dull-gold thorns that grew from their vines. These thorns were almost as hard as durasteel, and were eaten by grassers. Once stripped of thorns, brassvines could be made into serviceable ropes, which the Korunnai often used them for this purpose. They were also used as nails.

Glass Fern Glass-fern were plants native to Haruun Kal. They were eaten by grassers.

Corpse Fungus Corpse-fungus was a fast-growing mold that fed on dying bodies. It was native to Haruun Kal.

Lammas Lammas was a species of tree that was found only on Haruun Kal. Specimens typically grew into meter-thick boles that were characterized by their smooth, gray bark. The wood that was produced from the harvesting of lammas fetched a high price throughout the galaxy; it was used to roast portaak leaves.

Portaak Leaf The portaak leaf was a type of leaf found on Haruun Kal. Portaak leaf was edible, usually being roasted over lammas wood. As both were available exclusively on Haruun Kal, both fetched a high price offworld.The leaf was also the source of portaak amber, and was eaten by grassers.

Portaak Amber Portaak amber was a resin that came from the portaak leaf. It was a translucent orange-brown in color. A natural fungicide, the Korunnai rubbed their weapons with it to prevent the world's various metal- and silicate-eating fungi from degrading them. Although sticky, the resin did not rub off on users' hands. Along with thyssel bark it was an extremely lucrative trade for jungle prospectors.

[violettesiren]

This is not easy to understand For you that come from a distant land Where all the colours are low in pitch— Deep purples, emeralds deep and rich, Where autumn's flaming and summer's green— Here is a beauty you have not seen.

All is pitched in a higher key, Lilac, topaz, and ivory, Palest jade-green and pale clear blue Like aquamarines that the sun shines through, Golds and silvers, we have at will— Silver and gold on each plain and hill, Silver-green of the myall leaves, Tawny gold of the garnered sheaves, Silver rivers that silent slide, Golden sands by the water-side,

Golden wattle, and golden broom, Silver stars of the rosewood bloom; Amber sunshine, and smoke-blue shade: Opal colours that glow and fade; On the gold of the upland grass Blue cloud-shadows that swiftly pass; Wood-smoke blown in an azure mist; Hills of tenuous amethyst. . .

Oft the colours are pitched so high The deepest note is the cobalt sky; We have to wait till the sunset comes For shades that feel like the beat of drums— Or like organ notes in their rise and fall— Purple and orange and cardinal, Or the peacock-green that turns soft and slow To peacock-blue as the great stars show . . .

Sugar-gum boles flushed to peach-blow pink; Blue-gums, tall at the clearing's brink; Ivory pillars, their smooth fine slope Dappled with delicate heliotrope; Grey of the twisted mulga-roots; Golden-bronze of the budding shoots; Tints of the lichens that cling and spread, Nile-green, primrose, and palest red . . .

Sheen of the bronze-wing; blue of the crane; Fawn and pearl of the lyrebird's train; Cream of the plover; grey of the dove— These are the hues of the land I love.

The Colours of Light by Dorothea Mackellar

[ozzyonedge]

OK then Myles...

I almost forgot he used to be a honor student at the Tom Hiddleston Scholl of sitting like a whore.

Meet and greet at The ides of March tour. Sept. 24 2021, Nashville.

Photo by Amber Boling.

[iopanic]

IO PAN

Thrill with lissome lust of the light, O man ! My man ! Come careering out of the night Of Pan ! Io Pan . Io Pan ! Io Pan ! Come over the sea From Sicily and from Arcady ! Roaming as Bacchus, with fauns and pards And nymphs and styrs for thy guards, On a milk-white ass, come over the sea To me, to me,

Coem with Apollo in bridal dress (Spheperdess and pythoness) Come with Artemis, silken shod, And wash thy white thigh, beautiful God, In the moon, of the woods, on the marble mount, The dimpled dawn of of the amber fount ! Dip the purple of passionate prayer

In the crimson shrine, the scarlet snare, The soul that startles in eyes of blue To watch thy wantoness weeping through The tangled grove, the gnarled bole Of the living tree that is spirit and soul And body and brain -come over the sea, (Io Pan ! Io Pan !)

Devil or god, to me, to me, My man ! my man ! Come with trumpets sounding shrill Over the hill ! Come with drums low muttering From the spring ! Come with flute and come with pipe ! Am I not ripe ?

I, who wait and writhe and wrestle With air that hath no boughs to nestle My body, weary of empty clasp, Strong as a lion, and sharp as an asp- Come, O come ! I am numb

With the lonely lust of devildom. Thrust the sword through the galling fetter, All devourer, all begetter; Give me the sign of the Open Eye And the token erect of thorny thigh And the word of madness and mystery,

O pan ! Io Pan ! Io Pan ! Io Pan ! Pan Pan ! Pan, I am a man:

Do as thou wilt, as a great god can, O Pan ! Io Pan ! Io pan ! Io Pan Pan ! Iam awake In the grip of the snake. The eagle slashes with beak and claw; The gods withdraw:

The great beasts come, Io Pan ! I am borne To death on the horn Of the Unicorn.

I am Pan ! Io Pan ! Io Pan Pan ! Pan ! I am thy mate, I am thy man, Goat of thy flock, I am gold , I am god, Flesh to thy bone, flower to thy rod. With hoofs of steel I race on the rocks Through solstice stubborn to equinox.

And I rave; and I rape and I rip and I rend Everlasting, world without end.

Mannikin, maiden, maenad, man, In the might of Pan. Io Pan ! Io Pan Pan ! Pan ! Io Pan !

Aleister Crowley, Hymn to Pan

[stylebythemodels]

Backstage at Michael Kors Fall 2017

The belted, cinched look was the trend on the Michael Kors runway. With veteran models Natasha Poly, Amber Valletta and Carolyn Murphy decked in the chic-est fall looks, the show was a huge win for me. 

[poisonfireleafs]

Amber and Sierra Bole

[evolvenation33]

HYMN TO PAN

ephrix erõti periarchés d' aneptoman

iõ iõ pan pan

õ pan pan aliplankte, kyllanias chionoktypoi

petraias apo deirados phanéth, õ

theõn choropoi anax

SOPH. AJ.

Thrill with lissome lust of the light,

O man! My man!

Come careering out of the night

Of Pan! Io Pan!

Io Pan! Io Pan! Come over the sea

From Sicily and from Arcady!

Roaming as Bacchus, with fauns and pards

And nymphs and satyrs for thy guards,

On a milk-white ass, come over the sea

To me, to me,

Come with Apollo in bridal dress

(Shepherdess and pythoness)

Come with Artemis, silken shod,

And wash thy white thigh, beautiful God,

In the moon of the woods, on the marble mount,

The dimpled dawn of the amber fount!

Dip the purple of passionate prayer

In the crimson shrine, the scarlet snare,

The soul that startles in eyes of blue

To watch thy wantonness weeping through

The tangled grove, the gnarled bole

Of the living tree that is spirit and soul

And body and brain --- come over the sea,

(Io Pan! Io Pan!)

Devil or god, to me, to me,

My man! my man!

Come with trumpets sounding shrill

Over the hill!

Come with drums low muttering

From the spring!

Come with flute and come with pipe!

Am I not ripe?

I, who wait and writhe and wrestle

With air that hath no boughs to nestle

My body, weary of empty clasp,

Strong as a lion and sharp as an asp ---

Come, O come!

I am numb

With the lonely lust of devildom.

Thrust the sword through the galling fetter,

All-devourer, all-begetter;

Give me the sign of the Open Eye,

And the token erect of thorny thigh,

And the word of madness and mystery,

O Pan! Io Pan!

Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan Pan! Pan,

I am a man:

Do as thou wilt, as a great god can,

O Pan! Io Pan!

Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! I am awake

In the grip of the snake.

The eagle slashes with beak and claw;

The gods withdraw:

The great beasts come, Io Pan! I am borne

To death on the horn

Of the Unicorn.

I am Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan!

I am thy mate, I am thy man,

Goat of thy flock, I am gold, I am god,

Flesh to thy bone, flower to thy rod.

With hoofs of steel I race on the rocks

Through solstice stubborn to equinox.

And I rave; and I rape and I rip and I rend

Everlasting, world without end,

Mannikin, maiden, Maenad, man,

In the might of Pan.

Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan! Io Pan!

[youmakemisohappy]

[silver-tongues-blog]

Signs as Colours

Aries: Burgandy

Arsces: Cardinal

Arrius: Crimson

Ariborn: Mahogany

Arittarius: Persian

Arpia: Scarlet

Arza: Wine

Arga: Vermilion

Aro: Tuscan

Arcen: Rose

Armini: Carmine

Arun: Auburn

Arist: Imperial

Arsci: Ruby

Arnius: Rust

Aricorn: Cornell

Arittanius: Brick

Arpio: Maroon

Arra: Cherry

Argo: Cinnabar

Arlo: Barn

Arcer: Hibiscus

Armino: Ferrari

Arus: Sanguine

Taurus: Bronze

Taurist: Chestnut

Taursci: Chocolate

Taurnius: Brown

Tauricorn: Russet

Tarittanius: Sepia

Taurpio: Tawny

Taurra: Fallow

Taurgo: Copper

Tarlo: Tree Bark

Taurcer: Fawn

Taurminio: Fulvous

Taurun: Bole

Tauries: Cordovan

Taursces: Khaki

Taurrius: Sand

Tauriborn: Wheat

Taurittarius: Sinopia

Taurpia: Cocoa

Taurza: Ochre

Taurga: Dirt

Tauro: Mud

Taurcen: Pullman

Taurmini: Caramel 

Gemini: Gold

Gemun: Mustard

Gemeries: Piss

Gemsces: Saffron

Gemrius: Jasmine

Gemiborn: Yellow

Gemittarius: Amber

Gempia: Citrine

Gemza: Vanilla

Gemga: Dandelion 

Gemo: Cream

Gemcen: Apricot

Gemino: Aureolin

Gemus: Chartreuse

Gemrist: Light

Gemsci: Flax

Gemnius: Sun

Gemicorn: Canary

Gemittanius: Lemon

Gempio: Fox

Gemra: Leopard

Gemgo: Maize

Gemlo: Butter

Gemcer: Jonquil

Cancer: Lime

Camino: Chartreuse

Canus: Pear

Canrist: Mindaro

Cansci: Nyanza

Cannius: Spring

Canicorn: Lawn

Canittanius: Apple

Canpio: Grass

Canra: Pistachio

Cango: Avacaco

Canlo: Aloe

Cancen: Limerick

Camini: Frankenstein

Canun: Vines

Canries: Emerald

Cansces: Leaves

Canrius: Sour Grapes

Caniborn: White Wine

Cannitarius: Broccoli

Canza: Zucchini 

Canga: Peppers

Cano: Peas

Leo: Olive

Lecen: Artichoke

Lemini: Shrek

Leun: Jungle

Leries: Forest

Lesces: Laurel

Lerius: Fern

Leiborn: Mantis

Leittarius: Moss

Lepia: Pine

Leza: Reseda

Lega: Shamrock

Lelo: Grasshopper

Lecer: Tea

Lemino: Green

Leus: Castleton

Lerist: Celadon

Lesci: Dartmouth

Lenius: Chameleon

Leicorn: India Green

Leittanius: Hunter

Lepio: Malachite

Lera: Peridot

Lego: Field

Virgo: Jade

Virlo: Neon

Vircer:  Sea

Virmino: Paris:

Virus:  Mint

Virist: Argyle

Virsci: Hills

Virnius: Starboard

Viricorn: Dragon

Virittanius: Slime

Virpio: Plant

Virra: Ivy

Virga: Lettuce

Viro: Celery

Vircen: Parakeet

Virmini: Seafoam

Virune: Juniper

Viries: Basil

Virsces: Crocodile

Virrius: Sage

Viriborn: Pickle

Virittarius: Sap

Virpia: Turtle

Viriza: Snake

Libra: Teal

Ligo: Cyan

Liblo: Aero

Licer: Deep Sea

Limino: Scales

Libus: Aquamarine

Librist: Caribbean

Libsci: Celeste

Libnius: Electric

Libicorn: Kepel

Libittanius: Midnight green

Lipio: Robin egg

Libza: Turqouise

Liga: Opal

Libo: Verdigris

Licen: Agate

Limini: Viridian

Libun: Scobeloff

Libries: Spinel

Libsces: Topaz

Librius: Apatite

Libiborn: Beryl

Libittarius: Tourmaline

Lipia: Magic Mint

Scorpio: Cobalt

Scorra: Cerulean

Scorgo: Sky

Scorlo: Sea

Scorcer: Sapphire

Scormino: Denim

Scorus: Glaucous

Scorist: Dodger

Scorsci: Bleu

Scornius: Tufts

Scoricorn: Steel

Scorittanius: Byzantine

Scorpia: Bondi

Scorza: Fluorite

Scorga: Azure

Scoro: Royal

Scorcen: Midnight Blue

Scormini: Oxford

Scorun: Cornflower

Scories: Lapis

Scorsces: Columbia

Scorrius: Ice

Scoriborn: Yale

Scorittarius: Maya

Sagittarius: Indigo

Sagipia: Ultramarine

Sagiza: Blue

Sagiga: Admiral

Sagio: Peacock

Sagicen: Zaffre

Sagimini: Medium blue

Sagiun: Dark blue

Sagires: Duke blue

Sagisces: Palatinate 

Sagirius: Tanzanite

Sagiborn: Navy

Sagittanius: Zircon

Sagipio: Chalcedony

Sagira: Iolite

Sagigo: Larimar

Sagilo: Labradorite

Sagicer: Chrysocolla

Sagimino: Kyanite

Sagius: Carolina

Sagirist: Dusk

Sagisci: True blue

Sigicorn: Klein blue

Capricorn: Purple

Caprittanius: Purble

Capripio: Lilac

Caprira: Lavender

Caprigo: Amethyst

Caprilo: Wine

Capricer: Grape

Caprimino: Orchid

Caprius: Iris

Caprist: Periwinkle

Caprinius: Royal Purple

Capriborn: Medium Purple

Caprittarius: Muave

Capripia: Heliotrope

Capriza: Phlox

Capriga: Purpureus

Caprio: Pomp and power

Capricen: Eminence

Caprimini: Byzantium

Capriun: Palatinate

Capries: Juice

Caprisces: Prune

Capririus: Raisin

Aquarius: Violet

Aquiborn: Boysenberry

Aquittarius: Sangria

Aquapia: Jam

Aquaza: Mullberry

Aquaga: Electric Violet

Aquo: Vivid Violet

Aquacen: Dark Violet

Aquamini: Amaranth

Aquiun: Aster

Aquiaries: Aubergine

Aquasces: Violet sapphire

Aquanius: Charoite

Aquacorn: Hackmanite

Aquittanius: Rhodolite

Aquapio: Iolite

Aquara: Jadeite

Aquago: Alexandrite

Aqualo: Taaffeite

Aquacer: Kunzite

Aquamino: Scapolite

Aquius: Sugilite

Aquarist: Rubellite

Aquasci: Lepidolite

Pisces: Tyrian

Pirius: Fuscha

Piborn: Magenta

Pittarius: Pink rose

Pipia: Pink

Piza: Folly

Piga: Fandango

Pio: Rose quartz

Picen: Pink Tourmaline

Pimini: Ultra pink

Piun: PINK

Piries: Cyclamen

Pisci: Brink

Pinius: Carnation

Picorn: Ceries

Pittanius: Coral

Pipio: Straberry

Pira: Peach

Pigo: Bubblegum

Pilo: Rouge

Picer: Flamingo

Pimino: Salmon

Pius: Punch

Pirist: poppy