#megrine

[olfamannai]

Sleepy cat 🐾

[osskontn]

L’agence immobilière @lodgimmo met en vente une belle villa s+5 et plus de 635m², située à Hammem Chatt au gouvernorat de Ben Arous, à usage d’habitation. Cette villa avec une belle vue panoramique, se compose d’une entrée, une cuisine indépendante, de 12 pièces, 6 chambres 2 suites parentales, 3 salles de bains, 3 salles d’eau, avec place de parking à l’extérieur, un beau jardin #immobilier #osskon #osskontn #hammamchatt #villa #avendre #forsale #agenceimmobiliere #post #publiez #ezzahra #benarous #megrine (at Hammam Chatt حمام الشط) https://www.instagram.com/p/CeNr7QhOgL7/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[daedalverselore]

How did the other alicorns react to Harmonia and Megrin's "children"?

The Alicorn Cherish

…was much beloved by the other Alicorns. While generally a pony pleaser, Cherish tried to get along with everyone as the more love was around her, the more her power grew.

Cherish's ideals of love were more about the bonds that you share with the creatures you care about- whether romantic or otherwise. But as the Alicorns seemed to want to pretend Ludustella didn’t exist, it left Cherish uncertain how to treat the Draconequus she was raised with.

Ludustella, on the other hoof, had no trouble calling Cherish “sister”, and would tease her relentlessly as the Alicorn tended to “wear her heart on her sleeve”. Cherish worried endlessly about what other creatures thought when her little family went on picnics or spent time together.

But ultimately, she did treasure her weird little family- even though her love could not stop the war that would tear it apart.

(Thanks for the ask, @drakowulf36579 ! It helped me flesh out the ideas I had about Cherish. ❤️ 💕 )

[id-rather-be-an-outsider]

My Name is Margaret

summary: born in the Entity’s Realm out of the love of her two mothers, Margaret Yamaoka struggles to ignore the dark voice she hears at the edges of her mind and stay a survivor.

word count: 2105

a/n: hey bestiessss this is my content for this month! hope my lil OC story makes u happy, MegRin shipper til the day I die

Margaret looks in her shattered mirror. It got like that because of a fight she got into with her mom. Well, her other mom. Margaret’s existence is confusing, and at times, exhausting. One day, the Entity brought her mom, Meg Thomas, and her other mom, Rin Yamaoka, together, and in a rare moment of peace, somehow, Margaret was created. Her mom seems to cling onto that moment, because it was the first time she’d been able to talk to her other mom like normal people since coming to the Fog. Margaret’s seen what her other mom is like in trials. She’s nearly dead – her skin is blue, her hair floats, she’s covered in gaping wounds, and jagged glass shards are imbedded in her flesh. It’s a haunting sight.

Margaret looks like the perfect blend between her parents. Flowing, dark brown hair that glints red in the sun and golden-brown eyes. Her facial features are half-and-half of each parent. What’s different, however, is that Margaret is covered in tattoos, from neck to toe. That’s what got her other mom so upset. Rin thinks her daughter shouldn’t cover her body in ink that will only look worse as she ages, and Margaret had the balls to point out that she hasn’t been aging. She’s been twenty-one for a long time now, and there’s no point in any of them pretending like that’s ever going to change. Meg’s heard rumors of people escaping the Entity’s Realm, but Margaret doesn’t stand a chance of ever leaving. She’s part of the Entity. Why would it ever let her go?

She shakes her head. Rin broke her mirror in a fit of rage. Meg says she wasn’t irritable like that before the Fog, but Margaret can tell it worries her. “Margie!” Meg calls from the kitchen.

“Yes?” Margaret calls back.

“I can feel the Entity calling me. Can you finish cooking and clean the dishes before I get back?”

Margaret sighs. “Okay!” She pushes her door open, the rusty hinges creaking. She walks down the hallway and into the kitchen, giving her mom a hug and following her to the front door. “Love you, mom.”

Meg sighs. “I love you too, sweetheart. Say hello to your mother for me?” Margaret looks away indignantly, frowning. Meg brushes her cheek with her hand. “Hey. You know she loves you, right?”

Margaret rolls her eyes, huffing in denial. “Yea, sure.”

Meg takes her hand back, unsure of what to do. She tries, “She just wants what’s best for you. That doesn’t mean she always gets it right, but she’s trying.” She kisses Margaret on the forehead. “Be safe.”

Margaret locks the rickety door after her mom, waving goodbye to her as she walks down the beaten path everyone takes to get to the campfire awaiting a trial. That door and the lock are so flimsy, it couldn’t stop a killer if the Entity decided to send one their way. She walks back to the kitchen to keep an eye on the noodles that are boiling in the pot, and washes the dirty dishes in the sink, setting them in the drying rack. When the noodles look good, she grabs a fork, stabbing one, and popping it in her mouth to taste the texture. They’re done. As she strains the noodles and adds the sauce, she hums to herself, ignoring the wisps of smoke tickling her ankles, then making their way up to her ears.

Whispers. “Margeret,” The Entity says, “Margaret. Aren’t you angry with your mother?”

“Shut up.” Margaret snaps, but it’s to no avail.

“You have your mother’s wrath, Margaret.” It continues. “Don’t you feel grateful that I’ve brought you to life?”

Margaret says, “I said, shut up!” And turns on the overhead fan to wave the smoke away. The Entity dissipates, but deep down, Margaret knows it’s still there. It’s all around her. It’s in the wooden floors. The plaster walls. The chicken wire fence dotting the edge of their property, the grass, the muddy, pebbled path, the ceramic tiles in the bathroom, even her clothes are Entity-generated. Even she is Entity-generated. She isn’t the only one, but she is the only person she knows who isn’t born from two survivors or two killers. Margaret’s determined that she’s not special enough to be the sole person born from a survivor and killer. She’s also determined that she hasn’t a chance of ever meeting them.

She grabs three plates out of the cupboard, plating generous portions of noodles and setting two of them on the table. She gets out two more rusted forks from a drawer, giving one to each plate, puts the leftover noodles in an oven-safe container, placing it in the oven to keep warm in case anyone wants seconds, scrubs the pot, saucepan and strainer clean, and they quickly join the previously washed dishes in the drying rack. She takes the fork she used to test the noodles and scoops up a mouthful from her plate, savoring the cream, tomato and the meat with accompanying spices. Margaret nods to herself, and takes her plate to her room, sitting crisscrossed on her bed with her food and a book. Through her closed door, she can hear Rin phasing into the house.

She’s always known, of course. That she’d never really be able to leave. She was just another device, created for the Entity’s enjoyment, and as some more insurance that Meg and Rin wouldn’t leave. But it still hurts when she wakes up one morning to find both of them gone, complete with a note left by Meg, saying, “We found a way out. Please, join us soon. I love you, my sweet girl, and so does your mother.”

So I’ve been abandoned, Margaret thinks. They can’t truly think she’ll be able to just walk out of the Entity’s realm, not when she’s so connected to it? All the same, Meg had left instructions for her to follow to get her at least part-way there.

And now, she’s sitting in the middle of the woods, having tortured an unsuspecting guest of the Fog, and nothing is happening. Nothing is happening.

She feels a wisp of smoke trickle up her spine, then hears the echoes of the Entity’s laughter. “Margaret,” It drawls, in whispering tones, “You silly thing. You knew you could never leave, yet you still tried. This whole time, if you’d had doubts, you could’ve asked me and saved yourself the trouble.”

“I hate you!” She screams.

“You are me,” The Entity says.

She screams in anguish, lashing out to try and fight it – the very thing torturing her just by letting her exist. “Kill me, then! Kill me so I don’t have to endure this.” Margaret knows better than to ask the Entity for anything – her mother had made a pact with it at the expense of her morality, and her mom had always warned her. Don’t make a lifelong decision in a moment of pain. Most parents meant suicide when they said that, but not Meg. Margaret scoffs at the memory. Her mom had meant to never negotiate with the treacherous being that brought them to the Fog. Now, when Margaret thinks about it, she realizes that Meg must never have thought that Margaret could die.

When she reflects, Margaret sees the truth. The Entity created her. Meg lied to her, set up impossible expectations for the future, and Rin abused her, trying to control her and fit her into a box. Neither of them birthed her, neither of them were really her parents – they were just occupying the house of the doorstep she was dropped on and decided to raise her. But who really raised her? When her parents were gone in trials, and Margaret was left home alone?

The Entity did. As if a floodgate opened, memories of her childhood fill her mind. The Entity, providing food for her to eat, rocking her cradle to quiet her cries as a baby, healing her wounds after her mother took her fury out on her. She looks in her mirror at the tattoos covering her body from head to toe, and realizes that the Entity was even the inspiration for the tendrils of smoke, the vines, fern leaves, the flowing locks and the connective fibers of black lines, all covering the scars left by Rin. Protecting her from the scrutiny of the harsh world around her, despite it being a world the Entity itself created.

Margaret sees this, and the Entity fully materializes. She looks at it and feels nothing but dread, as if the world is going to end. It emanates disaster and destruction, and that destruction is something she craves. She thinks about what the Entity said before. You have your mother’s wrath. She can feel it now, running through her veins. She feels… lied to. Betrayed. Abandoned. Finally, she understands the fury Rin felt, when her father turned the family katana on her, filling her with despair with every slash of that ancient sword.

She also feels… safe. “Why… why did you not stop her?” Margaret asks the Entity.

The Entity gives a shuddering sigh. “I have to follow my own rules sometimes, otherwise people don’t stay complacent. I can’t devour them if they don’t lose their spirit.”

Margaret feels tears rising, and her cheeks heat. “But you– why would you comfort me afterwards?” A few of them leak onto her cheeks, and she feels the wisps of her creator as those tears are quickly wiped away.

“You are me,” The Entity says, “And you are of me. This world I created is desolate because that’s what feeds me, but you do not feed me. You give me… companionship.”

“So you just created me to be a buddy of yours? You put me through all of this for your personal enjoyment?” Margaret scoffs, turning away, but the Entity just reappears in front of her.

“I created you to watch you grow. I let you learn from your experiences, so you would be strong. You have the speed, you have the strength, you have the fire, you have the resilience. Your mothers’ connection was forged on Earth, but the reason I allowed it to continue here…” It swishes closer to her, “Is because their synergy created something greater than the sum of their parts.” The Entity sounds… almost human. Unbearably so, because Margaret craves that. Humanity. She may not look it, but she knows she’s an imposter, borne of ash, mud, and fog. She is a mimicry of the real deal.

“But I don’t want any of that. I want to be a real person, I want to experience life in the real world, like everybody else has. I didn’t ask to be made. I didn’t ask to be some part of your fucked up science experiment. If you really cared, you’d either kill me, or you’d give me what I want.” Margaret says, and she knows she’s treading thin ice.

She feels the ice crack when the Entity says, after a pause, “I will grant you your wish. If… you do something for me.” Margaret looks up at the objects the Entity has brought forth from its void and swallows, her mouth feeling extra full of saliva, yet dry at the same time. She can feel the ever-persistent, ever annoying mucus at the back of her throat, just like this request – the one she’s fought to avoid for so long.

The family katana. But different. The entity has warped it, changed it, shifted it into something with magnificent curves, speckled in glass shards which are coated in dark, coagulated blood, like the thorns on a rose bush, and a black ribbon dangles from the handle with a charm on it. The charm is a perfect copy of Meg’s red sneakers. And a mask. Curling black tendrils that shimmer like an oil slick, iridescent and beautiful despite the destruction it causes, embellished further by more glass shards. “What is this?” Margaret asks, but she already knows the answer.

The Entity seems to know this too. “Kill for me. These are your tools.” It floats the items over to Margaret, letting them settle in her arms, like ink at the bottom of a glass of water. “If you do this… you will get your time on Earth. You will get to live, just like your mothers do.”

At the back of Margaret’s mind, there’s a nagging sensation. That memory. Don’t make a deal with the devil. But the Entity isn’t a devil, and Meg isn’t really Margaret’s mom, and Margaret isn’t really a survivor.

She’s a killer.

[myriambeautyinstitut]

Bonjour,

veuillez trouver ci-joint nos horaires d'ouverture durant la deuxième quinzaine du mois sacré de Ramadan

De 10 H à 15H:30 et de 20H:30 à 23 H

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[nodhla]

[chicot-premier]

An interesting article (in French) on one of my favorite blogs about a portrait of Henri III and his mignon Saint-Mégrin that recently sold at an antique store near Paris. While the antique store’s website lists it as originating “before the 17th century,” the author of the blog Les Derniers Valois believes the portrait to be a forgery, based on the way the king’s mustache and the slashes on his doublet are painted, among other things. (I don’t agree, however, with their assessment of Saint-Mégrin’s ratepenade/ratepennade hairstyle as historically inaccurate, since Pierre de l’Estoile wrote that the Mignons wore “les ratepennades en leurs testes” (ratepennades on their heads) in 1577. While it’s not clear today what exactly l’Estoile meant, the term is generally believed to refer to the women’s hairstyle involving rolls on the sides of the head.)

Do I think that the portrait is fake? Yes, because of the slashes (which weren’t trimmed until the seventeenth century) and because something about the way the subjects’ faces are painted looks a little off to me but I can’t put my finger on what. Do I like the portraits, though, in spite of the forgery? Yes. They’re beautiful portraits reminiscent of nineteenth-century copies of sixteenth-century paintings and I would proudly display them on my wall if I owned them.

[marwa-mabrouk-ferchichi]

#dinner #food #foodporn #grilled #meat #lemon #potatoes #restaurant #labottega #megrine #Tunis #tunisia (at La Bottega restaurant)

[txdhirosi]

Sunday afternoon lemon tea / MEGRINE LUKA【MMD-MV】

2019/02/20 NEW SONG 

[osskontn]

Le succès n'est pas final, l'échec n'est pas fatal. C'est le courage de continuer qui compte. Winston Churchill. #immobilier #osskon #osskontn #siteweb #post #publiez #immobilierdeprestige #tunisie #lamarsa #megrine #benarous #manouba #kef #jerba #hammamet https://www.instagram.com/p/CeNpgvZuG-p/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[id-rather-be-an-outsider]

The Lonely

Meg Thomas x Rin Yamaoka

summary: it’s winter break, and Rin stays on campus so her girlfriend doesn’t have to face it alone.

word count: 1851

a/n: am I thoroughly in love with MegRin? YES yes I am, enjoy! posted for my writing club and a december writing comp

Rin Yamaoka knew her girlfriend would be spending the holidays alone. Meg’s father left a long time ago, and her mother passed away shortly after they began their relationship. Meg was strong about it, but Rin knew how much she was hurting. Meg’s eyes were always red when Rin saw her, she could always hear her choking on a sob when she came to visit her dorm, and she hadn’t been performing as well in sports as usual. The coaches didn’t say anything, primarily because they all knew she’d had a rough Summer break, secondarily because her performance was still good enough to secure them wins, but when Rin would watch Meg practice, she would notice the coaches’ eyes shifting back and forth when she made mistakes she normally never would.

Rin had thought about it long and hard, so she called her mother. Her mother’s weak voice answered, but she sounded stronger. Knowing her daughter was in love gave her some more pep, nowadays. “Hey mom,” Rin said, “I was thinking. In America, Meg grew up celebrating a holiday called Christmas with her mother. It’s been really hard for her lately, and I’m worried about her. I don’t want her to be alone on that day.”

“What day is it?” Rin’s mother asked.

“It’s the 25th, same day as Shimai Tenjin.”

“Well, it’s a good thing your father is working that day, otherwise he’d expect you to be at home. I will tell him your coworker called out sick on the day so you picked up an extra shift.”

“Really, mom?”

“Yes, really. Make sure you pack before he gets home, so he doesn’t realize you’re staying there overnight. And tell your sweet girlfriend her future mother-in-law says hi.” She replied with a chuckle.

“Okay mom, I will. I love you!”

“I love you too, my precious girl. See you when you get home.”

“See you then! Bye.” Rin hung up as she stepped out of the elevator onto Meg’s floor. Her footsteps echoed down the long hallway, and she nodded her head at a student who was lugging an overfilled trash can over to the garbage chute. He must have lost the competition with his roommate, she thought to herself. She reached Meg’s door, but hesitated outside to listen. For a second, she almost thought that Meg was getting better, but then she heard the by-now familiar sound of sniffling.

She frowned, knocking, and Meg’s voice sounded raw when she said, “Coming!”

The door opened, and Meg’s eyes were bloodshot as she clung onto a tissue like it was her lifeline. “Hey baby.” Rin said softly, sliding her arms around Meg’s neck and kissing her cheek. “I came to check on you.”

“Oh, hey, Rin.” Meg said, personality gone from her voice as she returned the hug, holding Rin tight. “I’m just studying right now.” Meg pulled the door closed behind her girlfriend.

“What class? Maybe I can help.” Rin let her go, walking over to the table and pulling out one of the chairs. “By the way, are you busy on the 25th?” Rin plopped down, grabbing a pencil as she took a look at the partially completed worksheet in front of her. “You’re taking med anatomy?”

Meg nodded. “I want to be a physical trainer at my old high school. The one they have now is set to retire when I get my degree, and they’re looking for a replacement.” She paused. “I… guess I don’t really have any plans. Why?” She sat in her original spot, averting her eyes from Rin’s seeking stare.

“Well, my dad is working, so I was thinking, we should spend the day together.” Rin placed a hand on Meg’s thigh, rubbing a circle with her thumb. “Also, this one is wrong.” She pointed to number four. “Bile is made by the liver, but it’s stored in the gallbladder.”

“Thanks.” Meg said, moving onto the next question.

“So?” Rin asked, “What do you think?”

“Of your idea?” Meg asked, eyes darting to Rin’s for half a second, “Uhm… yea. We could do that. But… you don’t have to. I know your mom is sick.”

Rin countered. “I want to. And my mom is covering for me. It’s not like we’d be able to go to the market as a family that day, anyway. She says hi, by the way. I think she wants you to come see her again on a day that my dad is gone at work.”

Meg shook her head. “Of course she is. And of course she does. I hate… sneaking. It’s your dad’s house. I feel like he might kill me someday.”

“If he would kill anyone, it would be me for falling in love with a girl and not providing him grandkids beforehand. Besides, everyone knows my mom is the real boss around there.” Rin gave a short huff in laughter.

Meg sat in the silence for a few moments, thinking to herself. “If you really are okay with staying with me and you won’t regret being away from your mom, then…” She then reached out, grabbing Rin’s hand and squeezing it. “Thank you, Rin.”

Rin placed her other hand over Meg’s, bringing their hands up to her lips, and kissed Meg’s knuckles.

Rin returned on Christmas Eve wearing mint green, red, white and bubblegum pink candy cane striped leggings, a color-blocked, oversized hoodie with matching tones, and a white beanie to cover her head, letting her long, ink black hair hang loose underneath. When Meg answered the door, Rin shouted, “Surprise!” and held up a knit sweater, complete with a basketball theme. “Do you like it? I found it online!”

Meg smiled, saying, “I see you did your research for this.” She grabbed Rin’s forearm, tugging her inside the dorm. As she did, Rin noticed that Meg’s eyes for once weren’t puffy and red, and neither was her nose. When the door closed, Rin threw her arms around Meg’s neck, getting up on her tiptoes to place a tender kiss on her lips. Meg hummed. “Mmm, peppermint lip balm? You’re more festive than I am.”

Rin laughed. “I figured I had to bring the festivities so you could just relax this year. Now, go put your sweater on and pick out a Christmas movie while I make hot cocoa!” She said, poking Meg’s side. “The big meal will be tomorrow.”

“Yes ma’am,” Meg saluted her before taking the sweater and heading into the bedroom to change.

One Christmas film and several cups of cocoa later, Rin was surprised to find Meg had fallen asleep in her arms on the couch. She chuckled to herself, tucking her head in. She took a deep breath, enjoying the peace for a moment. It was the happiest Meg had appeared to be since losing her mother, and Rin relished in it – she missed the playful Meg she used to know. She still loved her, but it was different, and Rin didn’t always feel like she did a good job of supporting her girlfriend. It left her stumped. Rin sighed, getting up to throw a blanket over Meg, and moving into the bedroom to sleep.

Rin woke and could hear a song playing, the man’s deep voice sounding like it was from another time. A red hat sat on her – or Meg’s, rather – bed, along with a stocking. Rin smiled, pushing her covers back, and pulled the hat on. She grabbed the stocking, full of candies and trinkets, and headed out to the living room, where she saw Meg sitting with two cups of cocoa and cookies. “Merry Christmas, babe.” She said, leaning against the door frame of the bedroom, tilting her head to the side. The fluffy white bobble dangled in front of her eyes, slightly obscuring her vision, but she didn’t need both eyes to witness the hot red taking over Meg’s cheeks. For a second, she felt a coolness on her stomach, and when Rin looked down, she realized her shirt had bunched up just above her waist. She pulled it down and laughed, meeting Meg’s eyes once again. “Oops, Christmas faux pas. It’s a family holiday, right?”

Oops indeed. Meg’s face shifted from one of embarrassment, to one of realization, and then, devastation. “Oh, Rin. Rin, I–” In a matter of seconds, Meg burst into tears.

Rin’s eyes widened in concern, and she rushed to her partner, wrapping her up in a protective, loving, warm hug. “Oh, Meg.” Rin noticed wetness decorating her own cheeks. She hated knowing when Meg cried, and she hated seeing Meg cry even more – it pained her so much, it made her cry. “Meg, it’s okay.”

Meg crumpled in Rin’s embrace. Rin knew Meg to be a strong woman, but she supposed that if someone always had to be strong, eventually, they would start to feel weak. It only furthered her resolve to be the one to fill Meg with renewed strength. Rin had endless strength, as it was. It ran in her blood. Meg whimpered out, “I miss her, Rin. I miss my mom. I miss her so much.”

Rin tightened her hold on her beloved. “I know you do. I’m sorry you can’t be with her, Meg. I know it’s hard.” She lowered her head to look Meg in the eyes. “If it’s too much, we don’t have to, but is there a way you’d like to honor her this year? I know it can’t give you what you really want, but… maybe it could comfort you in a way I can’t.”

“Rin…” Meg looked at her with appreciation – and a new wave of tears – shining in her eyes. “You’ve been so supportive and comforting to me. I don’t want you to think that you haven’t meant the world to me this whole time.” Rin kissed the tip of Meg’s nose. A quiet acknowledgement. Rin knew. Meg smiled sadly, and continued. “My mom liked to feed the local deer carrots on Christmas day. She told me they were Santa’s reindeer.”

“Well, deer might be hard to find since we’re in the city, but… what about the local petting zoo? There are goats there, if that’s good enough.” Rin said thoughtfully. “I can pay.”

“No, no, I’ll pay. You’re tight on money and already got me a Christmas gift by surprise.” Meg sighed, wiping her eyes. “Thanks, baby. And– I’m sorry, for crying on Christmas.”

Rin shushed her. “Don’t ever apologize for crying. Those are tears of love, and they’re real. Why don’t we get ready to go?” She brushed Meg’s cheek with a gentle hand, looking into her eyes. There was something so tragically beautiful about the color Meg’s eyes turned when she cried. Rin wished they could’ve been happy tears, so she didn’t feel a secret guilt about finding it so pretty.

Meg smiled, grabbing onto Rin’s hand and pressing it further into her cheek. She closed her eyes as she sighed. “Yes, let’s go. And thank you, for taking me as I am. I love you.”

“Always. I love you too.” Rin replied. And she meant it.

[myriambeautyinstitut]

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[jaskiersbard]

A legit thing that just happened on the GC right now

Katherine Waterston: Yes, but no one wants to have a baby with me, that's the problem. I shouldn't have brought it up, because I can't talk about it.

Me: Like seriously she wants to have a baby with someone I volunteer...we can get a sperm donor.

Me: ...I did not just say that.