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[fuchinobe]

(2016, Honeycomb Music, HCM1018)

[tamilhobbit]

Day 10 - Light

I'd already done Galadriel's phial of Eärendil's light back during my first or second Inktober, I think. 😆 So while that'd have been the obvious choice I had to find something else.

I figured I'd go with the other meaning of light.

The Egyptians believed this was the final test before you could enter the Field of Reeds and enjoy your afterlife - the Weighing of the Heart. Anubis would weigh your heart against the feather of Ma'at, the goddess of truth and justice.

If your heart was heavy, weighed down by sins and evildoing and having wronged others, the scales would not balance, and Ammit the Devourer would consume your heart and thus, you. There would be nothing left of you.

If your heart was light, the scales would balance and you could pass.

[beatsforbrothels]

Darkleaf - Alkemy

[sy4ndene-44]

Raise your vibrations

[bloghrexach]

Friday Fun Fact, #2 …. “🐸 ‘Too, Too Much Exertion’ 🐸 …. “!!

[clairifys]

You are mine, and I am yours.

Benjicot Blackwood x Fem!Targ!Reader

w.c: 3.0k

18+ minors dni!!

c.w: violence, blood, death, 18+ content, nsfw, tent sex, fingering, making out, kissing, p in v, descriptive words, not-canon (sorry!)

ok guys i finally finished.. lmk if y’all like it!

There had been whispers from the Riverlands. You sat in on your mother’s council as you listened to the lords brabble around you. It wasn’t until Maester Gerardys spoke up that everyone went silent.

“Your Grace, a raven from Raventree came in, unfortunate news.” He spoke slowly, “Samwell Blackwood, Lord of House Blackwood was slain. His heir, Benjicot Blackwood now sits where he once sat.” Maester Gerardys concluded.

“Unfortunate news indeed..” Your mother, Queen Rhaenyra spoke saddened by the fatality.

“..Along with that news, the Riverland houses have expressed concern.” Maester Gerardys added.

“And what concern is that?” Your mother spoke cautiously.

“News that Aemond Targaryen’s dragon, Vhagar has been flying above them on multiple accounts.” He concurred, upon hearing this, you speak up.

“Mother..” You began, “Allow me to go out on Vermithor and keep our troops protected from the sky.” You suggested slowly, your mother looking at you with uncertainty and love in her eyes.

“My daughter, my only daughter,” your mother began before being cut off by Princess Rhaenys.

“Rhaenyra. We are at war, only few of us have dragons and Vermithor would be the best chance against Vhagar.” She affirmed strongly, “Vermithor has been with (Y/n) since she was a babe. She’s been riding much longer than Aemond.” Rhaenys left no room for objection and your mother looked at you with determination and melancholy.

“Alright.” She spoke firmly. “You will go on Vermithor before break of day.” Rhaenyra stood up and softly grabbed your arm to lead you with her to her room.

“My love, be careful and stay concealed until you reach the Riverlands.” She spoke lovingly as she took off the necklace your father, Daemon, gave her when she was a teenager. She fastens it around your neck before speaking, “Take this with you, to remember and to hold when you feel lonely.” She finished as a tear rolled down her cheek. She gives you a kiss on the forehead and holds you in her arms.

Benjicot had received no letter of affirmation from Queen Rhaenyra and only hoped she’d seen it and considered sending a dragon. The Northerners had arrived the previous day with Cregan Stark, the Lord of Winterfell. 

“Oye, Benji get your arse back in and train with me.” Kemit Tully taunted with a smile. He had been training with two of the boys he grew up with, Kermit and Oscar Tully.

“Yeah, yeah keep up with your taunting when I have my dagger at your throat and my foot on your chest.” Benjicot spoke up, a glint of madness in his eyes, the same as when he was on the field.

Benjicot Blackwood was a strange man. Soft and sensitive in any other occasion, even crying after his first battle once he saw all the casualties, but there was a reason he was named ‘Bloody Ben’ when he began his fights.

Kermit and Benjicot were about to start sparring when they noticed Oscar was silent, looking up in fear.

“Oscar..?” Benjicot spoke softly, unsure.

“Dragon.” He mumbled before shouting, “Dragon!”

As the men around them turned to look up, ready to be set aflame by Vhagar, they noticed the bronze color and tan wings. Still weary, the men around them took shelter under the trees as Benjicot, Oscar and Kermit stood planted in their spot, marveling at the sight of the beautiful beast.

You commanded Vermithor to land when you had seen the men cower under the blanket of trees. Flying downwards, your pearly ivory hair whipping behind you as it stayed in the same braided style, lest you need to engage in combat. Guiding your dragon to landing, you slowly climb down off of him as you pull your riding gloves off with your teeth. Your black and red dress blowing behind you as the men who ran to the trees slowly come out. Before you can speak, a man of considerable size, donned in Northern armor approaches and bows before kissing your hand. Cregan Stark you come to realize as he begins to speak.

“Princess (Y/n). It is good to finally meet. I met with your brother, Jacaerys a moon ago. I thank you for coming.” He finishes politely. You feel your face flush at the open show of adoration, it’s never not embarrassing for you, but you give him a soft smile, albeit awkwardly before he leads you to the tent where all the lords were meeting.

Benjicot had already made his way to the tent when Lord Stark greeted you, he was too nervous to go up to you, due to your lineage and beauty. When you made your way in the tent and situated yourself, you spoke confidently.

“I have been sent by Her Grace to ensure the safety of our men who have selflessly put their lives on the line for my mother’s cause. Whilst I am here, I assure you, if Vhagar is to begin attacking, there will be a dragon in the sky for you, to protect you.” You stated confidently, hoping none of the men could notice your nerves. You hadn’t ever been the highest of royalty as your mother was always there. Now though, you needed to keep your promise to your mother to ensure her birthright, even if it caused you to perish to achieve it.

“So..” Oscar started as he and Kermit looked at Benjicot when he met up with them after the short-lived meeting. 

“What?” He asked softly.

“What was she like? It’s not everyday a Princess as beautiful as her flies down from the sky to protect an army.” Oscar pleaded for information.

“Gods, she’s..” Benjicot trailed off as he looked at you from the training ground to see you lovingly caress and speak to your dragon in a language he didn’t understand.

“..we should be glad they sent someone as fierce as they did, she promised that if Vhagar were to return attacking, she’d meet him in the sky.” He finished softly, still watching you.

“Alright you two, let’s stop talking about her before she has her dragon eat us and start training.” Kermit insisted, secretly in awe.

Benjicot and Kermit were up first, not being able to begin their fight due to the Princess’s arrival. The only sound around them was the clashing of steel and the thumping of their hearts, which in turn, distracted the Princess from what she had been doing prior.

You walk over to where you see two men fighting, you notice them as Lord Benjicot Blackwood and Lord Kermit Tully battling it out. Benjicot gains the upper hand eventually as you watch in a trance of the crazed man’s ability and soon, Lord Tully is on the ground with a dagger to his throat. Ser Oscar Tully, you come to believe, begins cheering as Benjicot puts his hand out to the Tully on the ground. His back to you, you begin a gentle clap which sends all three men’s spine straight up. They all turn to you as you focus your gaze on Lord Blackwood while he maintains eye contact before nervously fiddling with his fingers and averting his gaze.

“Princess,” Lord Blackwood speaks up, meeting your eyes again with a slight flush on his face. You wonder if it’s because of the sparring, or maybe because of you. Normally you’d get weirded out when men expressed any sort of adoration towards you, but this time it was different.

“I can see where the name ‘Bloody Ben’ comes from, Lord Blackwood.” You state gracefully. You notice the two Tully’s giving him a look and smirking. His face flushes red as he responds,

“Thank you, Princess, but please call me Benji.. or Ben.. or whatever you wish.” He stumbles on his words and you find it endearing, you hear his friends laugh and you chuckle softly.

“Alright, Benji.” You speak as his face flushes an impossible red, “I’m glad to have you on our side, your swordsmanship is unlike any I’ve seen.” You state clearly before taking your leave to your tent.

.. 

“‘Please call me Benji, or Ben, or whatever you want, My Princess, please take advantage of me!’” Kermit taunts him as Benjicot swings around and begins to wrestle with the Tully boy.

You hadn’t lied when you told Benjicot that you’d never seen skills such as his. It was true, you think as you lie awake in your tent. You feel your face heat up as you think about the timid, yet brutal man. He fought without grace, he fought like a real warrior. None of that pansy dancing you’d seen around you growing up in King’s Landing.

You awake in the midst of the night to the sound of your dragon's calls. Something was wrong. Vermithor only ever made noises such as that when there was a threat evident. You rush outside, regretting not getting a cloak as it’s freezing in the dead of night wearing only a nightgown. You notice some of the men stepping out of their tents, sleep ridden eyes soon turning to determined anxiety. Benjicot steps out of his tent and you rush past him, almost knocking into him.

“Princess?” He questions before hearing the roar of a dragon overhead. Vhagar. You rush past him, grasping his arm gently and run up to Vermithor, who is undoubtedly concerned, climbing up him quickly, you command him to fly.

Before you can situate yourself, you hear Aemond.

“Dracarys”

Suddenly, the trees are ablaze and men on the ground begin to shoot arrows at Vhagar in hopes to weaken him. Commanding Vermithor forward behind Vhagar, you ready yourself.

“Dracarys!” You scream as Vermithor lets out a wall of fire onto Vhagar, Aemond, noticing, turns Vhagar around to attack. You quickly fly up in hopes of Aemond following, you turn your head to see him behind you, gaining on you.

As a last resort you make a hard right and when Vermithor flies close enough past him, you jump. 

Landing on Vhagar’s tail, you begin to try and climb when Vhagar whips his tail around to shake you off. Your dragon, Vermithor, begins to shriek in despair that his rider had ‘fallen’ off. Vermithor, being a war dragon, circles behind Vhagar, before coming to the front of him and sinks his teeth into Vhagars neck. In the midst of this, you had climbed up his tail and when your dragon attacked, so did you.

Vhagar descends down, thick, gallons of fiery blood spewing from his neck as you and Aemond clamber about, trying to plunge your daggers into each other. Noting that Vhagar was descending into The Fork, you grasp onto Aemond and jump. You hear your dragon scream and screech in agony of losing his rider.

In your struggle as you and Aemond begin to fall to your descent, you plunge your dagger into his one good eye, and you let go of him.

You knew dying was a common occurrence, and you had been ready to die for your mother’s cause, but you hadn’t known it’d be so soon. You prepare yourself for the plunge into the deep, cold water of The Fork, and you hope your mother is proud of you for going down with a fight as you close your eyes.

You feel yourself fall as you try to slow your breathing, but before you can feel the hard slap of the cool water, you feel the hard slap of your stomach hitting a dragon saddle. Wrenching your eyes open, your head whips around as you grab onto scales to prevent yourself from falling. Vermithor. He had seen you falling. He came and he saved you from the terrible fate you were about to be bestowed upon. Vermithor flies up and begins to spit fire, unable to hide his joy at saving his rider as your eyes well up with tears that threaten to spill. After calming him down, you fly over where Vhagar and Aemond met their demise. You see Vhagar’s huge body float slowly over the river, but Aemond begins to sink down.

When you land back on the ground, cheering erupts from all around you. Everyone comes up to you and gives you their appreciation, some of the older Lords even ask for a betrothal between you and their sons from your stunt. Once the crowd dies down, and eventually disperses, you fail to see the one person who hadn’t come up to you yet. Benji. You walk around for a little in hopes to see him, but eventually you retire to your secluded tent farther from the rest of the men as they begin drinking at a fire.

Hoping to see him in the morrow, you enter your tent smoothing down your disgruntled nightgown before looking up. Your big, purple eyes meet his stormy brown ones and you make a noise of surprise. The two of you stare at each other, taking each other in for the first time. You notice his eyes hold that crazed look, but something else glosses over them. Love? Lust? You couldn’t tell. Your eyes meet with his before he quickly looks down at your lips. He takes a step forward and you meet him in the middle.

The kiss was sweet, a gentle, sensitive thing. Your hands tangle in his hair as one of his hands cradles your neck, the other coming down to squeeze your waist. You gasp in surprise and when he hears it, he smiles against your lips before gently meeting your tongue with his. Your thoughts are clouded with the thought of him, so much so, you completely forget your near death experience. Breaking apart for air, he leans his forehead against yours and whispers, “You’re mine, and I am yours.” 

He leads you down to your futon in the tent and lays you down gently before pressing a loving kiss on your lips. Your mind is dazed with desire as your body begins to react to the growing bulge in his trousers. You rut up into him, not in control of your body, blinded by the feeling of his body being so close to yours. He laughs softly before asking, “Are you sure? If you want me to stop, just tell me.” Beginning to get irritated at the lack of attention to your body, you grab him by his hair and your lips meet in a searing kiss. He pulls your nightgown down your body with a featherlight touch, leaving you in only your shift. The cool air makes you shiver as you grab his tunic and shove it off of him. Your lips meet again, your mind going dumb. He pulls his trousers off, leaving him in only his breeches before taking your shift off in one motion. Laying bare in front of him, he feels his breeches tighten as he takes you in. 

You begin to feel nervous as his full attention is on only you, and you’ve never laid with someone before. 

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He groans out, looking at you as if you’ve hung every star in the sky. You feel yourself grow impossibly wetter before he pulls his breeches down and leans down on his forearms on top of you. Your lips meet again for the umpteenth time and he begins to slowly rub his fingers through your slit, catching your slick. You moan out in pleasure, bucking your hips up when he pushes two of his fingers inside and groans. He pumps them in and out of you before adding a third finger, and you begin to feel a pressure building in your abdomen. You moan out in desperation when you feel his fingers leave you and you crack open your eyes that had been sealed shut. 

“Well, aren’t you needy?” He purrs before taking his slick covered fingers and shoving them in his mouth. You moan at the sight and let your head fall against your pillow. Suddenly, you feel him hovering over you and something prodding at your entrance. Slowly guiding it in, you both moan out in ecstasy. The stretch is insane, if you hadn’t been so aroused, you’d say it hurt. Once it’s fully sheathed in, you wriggle around, drunk off the pleasure of it all. Benji lets you adjust to his size before slowly rocking into you.

“Benji.. Please” You moan out in pleasure. His eyes darken, as if he had just won a battle and he begins to slam into you. You mewl out sounds as he grunts and groans. Your abdomen begins to tighten and your legs begin to uncontrollably shake. His thrusts get messier, before the white, hot pleasure rips through you. You hear Benji groan on top of you before his thrusts get deeper and faster, overstimulating you. He grabs onto one of your breasts, softly massaging it while his lips connect with your other peak. Your womb is suddenly coated, and you feel the beautiful feeling of being stuffed full.

Benji collapses on top of you, his head on your bare chest as you pull the blanket up over you two. You run a hand through his sweaty hair and he looks up at you with love in his eyes.

“Please, please, come home with me when this war is over. Let me love you for the rest of our days.” He practically begs and you make no objection. Kissing him softly as one of your hands holds his head and the other rests on the necklace your mother gave you.

hope you guys liked it!!

[wally-b-feed]

Anthony Fineran (B 1981), Kemit Teri Semi, 2023

[jun10331]

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[thesirenisles]

🥀 Queen Mother of Vampires:

Akasha of Egypt

“I’d thought I knew what beauty was in women; but she’d surpassed all the language I had for it.”

-Lestat

The goddess, Aaliyah Haughton as the Ancient Kemite (presently known as Egyptian) Queen, “Akasha” in the film “Queen of the Damned.” (2002)

[madamlaydebug]

{👨🏼‍💼🤝🏻🧑🏼‍💼💭📖🇺🇸🚷/👸🏾🪶🤴🏾🪶💭🏹🪓🛕🛕🛕}

The Smithsonian try to hide and cover up the mounds and pyramids all around southern America aka Ta meri, these pictures resurfaced a year ago showing statues of the original kemites aka Olmecs that created these mounds and pyramids, all of these had been destroyed in the early fifteen hundreds,

[deke-rivers-1957]

A Show For Lisa

Fun fact Sesame Street's very first episode aired on tv on the exact same day Elvis' final movie, Change Of Habit released in theaters. Which means that Elvis had to have known about it since Lisa was going on 2 years old. That one picture of a future Christmas where you can clearly see Big Bird also gives evidence that he knew about the show.

"Son what're you doin?"

"Settin up a puppet show, daddy."

Vernon doesn't look at any less confused.

"Why?"

"Lisa's birthday's comin up and I'm gonna be out performin. I wanna make sure she has somethin nice from her daddy to make up for it."

Vernon just shakes his head and goes about his business.

"How'm I gonna get Kermit right? Can't even get the eyes done."

Elvis and now the rest of the Memphis Mafia grumble while trying to get this done.

Time Skip

It took the men way too long to accomplish this, but the job is done. Even though it would only be for one show, Elvis made sure to go all out. He wanted to give his only daughter the very best for her early birthday present. Elvis goes to get Lisa.

"Hey there, Yisa. Daddy's got a surprise."

Lisa giggles and claps as Elvis carries her downstairs.

"I know you really like Sesame Street and all the funny characters like Big Bird."

"Bib Bird."

"And then you got Kermit."

"Cormit."

"No Yisa. It's Kermit."

"Kemit."

Elvis just chuckles as he makes it downstairs.

"Ok honey. This is yer surprise."

The toddler is excited to see the stage with different handmade puppets including Kermit the Frog. Elvis sets her down on the floor.

"Kemit."

Elvis gets behind the stage and starts talking like Kermit.

"Hi ho! Kermit the frog here."

"Kemit!"

"Can you sing the alphabet?"

Lisa giggles and nods.

"Alright let's hear you sing the alphabet."

"A, b, c, d, e, f, - Cooke monser."

She giggles and Elvis tries to make Kermit frown.

"Yer not singin the alphabet. Let's try it again."

They sing the alphabet up until r when Lisa says "Cooke monser" again. Elvis tries to make Kermit's face scrunch up.

"Cookie Monster isn't part of the alphabet it goes"

He continues the alphabet until V and Lisa giggles again. At this point Elvis tries not to laugh.

"Yer just teasin me."

They finish the song.

"Next time Cooke monser."

"Next time I'll get Cookie Monster to sing for you. I'm leavin. Hmmph."

He makes Kermit go to the edge of the stage where Lisa can't see him.

"I love you."

Elvis makes Kermit come back out.

"I love you too. Now I heard it was your birthday soon. I'm going to sing Happy Birthday to you, Lisa. Do you like that?"

Lisa claps.

"Yeah. Yeah. Yeah."

"Ok. I'm going to sing now."

Elvis tries his best to sing Happy Birthday like Kermit would. It wasn't a really long show but Elvis was glad to make his daughter smile. It made all of his hard work worth.

"Happy Birthday Lisa."

An: Thank you @shakerattlescroll for giving me the idea to write this story.

[lowkey-loki245]

I can't draw for shit, so someone please draw this evil kemit meme that I made for Donnie.

[ae-neon]

ACOTAR worldbuilding (part 345 of sjm hating the humans and being kinda racist?)

Note: Humans in almost every sjm work are an allegory for mostly poc minorities.

Historically excluded white peoples like the Irish, Eastern Europeans and Mediterraneans sometimes get to be Fae or at least magical in some way but even then only lesser Fae and evil high fae

The Faerie Realms

These are places above the Wall. Unsurprisingly it's easy to find there's little to no worldbuilding and each location is just a really bad allegory for a real world place

The most interesting part is how this line divides the 1st and 3rd world irl.

Like sure most of these places are written off as generally bad but that's probably sjm's American Exceptionalism peeking through. Because otherwise these are the only places where the rich, beautiful, powerful, long lived Fae are.

Prythian is Prydain which is the Welsh word for Britain

Hybern is Hybernia the ancient (Latin?) name for Ireland

Vallahan which is Nordic rep since it's a spin on Valhalla

Xian is Xi'an a city in China

Ravennia is Ravenna a city in Italy

Rask is a Danish surname but most likely a poor allegory for Russia given the description of a huge territory with a large army and vast wealth

Montesere makes me think of Montessori but it's probably just France (?) given the location

Lapplund is Lappland a province in Sweden

The Black Land is Kemet, the original name for Egypt. (Sarah? Kemit? Temek? No? Just "The Black Land"? Cool. Fck you too. Also EGYPT IS IN AFRICA therefore definitely below your little white line so you don't get to claim them asshole) (Also all these places enslaved humans but thisss one was definitely the worst place?? F U C K U)

The Mortal Lands

All lands where humans live are called the Mortal Lands but also specifically The Mortal Lands refers to the land below Prythian because of all the other Mortal Lands this Mortal Land has no other name or defining features. Here's a simple, free solution: the Southlands.

(notable locations on the fandom wiki include: Feyre's Village Post Office and Feyre's Village Barn? Yeah? 🖕🏼)

Silverspring Creek is a stream that runs through Feyre's Village (just name the fucking village after it? How have you named the stream but not the village?? This is a published author btw)

Greenfield Village a generic but pretty solid name. Isaac Hale's wife is from there.

And that's literally it for the oh so important Mortal Lands below Prythian. Notable residents include the dead unnamed parents of our core 3 female leads.

Bharat is Bharata, a historical name for India (Mama Archerons' cousin goes there and gets malaria and dies because...of course)

Neva is a city named after a river in Russia

Scythia is an ancient Greek Kingdom (once again just like with the Illyrians, Vassa's golden skin is not poc rep just sjm othering darker skinned and historically excluded white people)

Anyways this again brings into question how and why the Fae would ever lose to or be forced to treaty with humans when judging from the given locations they vaaaaaassstly outnumber them. Not to mention having magic. Like sure other Fae helped but there's more evil Fae territories than good ones too so ???

[via-fm]

Thinking about the Muppets doing the Warburton crumpet ad, which was just a parody of the Muppet Show theme & Kemit, Gonza & Fozzie are all holding “I ❤️ BLTN” mugs

Now the advert is Samuel L Jackson kicking doors down and also drinking out of ab “I ❤️ BLTN” mug

[akhenaten-art]

Charlize Zyl Axxelshard

From the world of The Black Relics.

Hailing from the shifting sands of the Deserts Forever Changing, Charlize is one of the Mel-Kemites, the nomadic desert people who often make their living scavenging for lost tech from Fractal Elvish ruins across Actium. She is a technomancer, a person who specializes in the reconstruction and reanimation of Fractal automatons, and is utterly obsessed with creating new machines from the ancient parts.

05/10/2024