#occasions flower in Egypt

[srbachchan]

DAY 5876

Jalsa, Mumbai Mar 20/21, 2024 Wed/Thu 10:47 AM

Birthday - EF -Ropaa .. Meenu Gupta .. Sikandar Khan .. Thursday, 21 March

.. and all the glory that is deserving for this special day love .. ❤️

🪔 ,

" आज किसी का जन्मदिवस है .. आज किसी मन में मधुरस है .. आज किसी के घर आँगन में .. गूँजा है संगीत, आओ ..

आज उसे सौ बार बधाई .. आज उसे सौ भेंट सुहाई .. जिसने की जीवन के ऊपर .. बरसों की जीत , आओ !! .. " ~ 🙏🏻❤️

.. from Pujya Babuji and all of us in the Ef Family our loving greetings to all who are celebrating their birthdays ..

March 19 .. birthday greetings to Ef Syed Kabeeruddin from Bangalore .. and Ef Minoo Singh from Canada 🇨🇦 .. 🙏🏻🚩❤️

March 20 .. birthday greetings to Ef Jasmine Jaywant from USA 🇺🇲 .. and Ef Milan from Gujarat .. 🙏🏻🚩❤️🤗

March 21 .. birthday greetings to our lovely Punjaban from USA 🇺🇲 , Ef Meenu Gupta .. and our lovely flowers girl , Ef Rehaab Abd El Hamed aka Ropaa from Egypt 🇪🇬 .. and greetings as well to Ef Sikandar Khan .. and Ef Ipshita Kajuri from Bangladesh 🇧🇩 .. 🙏🏻🚩❤️💐

The days have passed for the post in the past few days , but the effort to connect has not passed .. and may it never ..

There is great reading in the works of Babuji and great learning ..

The most important being the rhythm .. the RHYTHM of the written word .. the graph and the tone of its writing and its presence .. for, forget the rhythm and the purpose of the writing is defeated and lost ..

Rhythm can differ in rendition too .. depending on what the writer is willing to express .. or at times an alternate rendition may even surprise the writer, if the renderer has his or her own individual interpretation of the subject matter ..

Also I do believe that a rendition when accompanied by a background score or music can make an immense difference .. on many an occasion during the express of a particular scene in film for example, it would be such a joy , if the music for the scene was recorded before and played during its rendition in front of the camera for the artist or renderer, in order to give the benefit of an enhancement to the written word ..

Many a times have I discussed this with the directors and makers, but there shall ever be the question from the sound engineer for the sound of the voice not being comprehendible ..

I tried it many times .. but recently did it for the 'asththi' scene for 'GOODBYE' .. a song from the film was to be played after the scene was over .. I asked the Director if it could play during the scene .. and he agreed .. it gave and helped the artist to perform better ..

Sound department ran circles around me to dub it, but certain scenes are tough to dub to get the right emotion .. and am grateful to the Engineer for using the latest technology and his skill in silencing the music and allowing me to perform as requested ..

Such a joy ..

I leave now to the exercise region - the gym - to exercise my mobility .. directed and executed by AI .. if you please ..

Love all to all to love ..❤️

Amitabh Bachchan

[karskilledme]

Dinner Dates - Polnareff x Fem!Reader

Description - Reader and Polnareff meet for one of their weekly dinner dates and things get sappy. 

Content Warnings - None, SFW

Words - 966

Minors and ageless DNI, 18+ Only

Something about that Frenchmen just set me ablaze. Ever since our adventure to Egypt ended I had to keep making up silly reasons to visit him before all together I up and moved to France for… studies. What could I say, my heart just longed for the cheesy, not so little, flirt. Luckily, and totally not planned, my new apartment wasn’t far from his place but also just far enough to not be obvious. Because of this we were able to have weekly dinner dates, one week at my house and the next at his. It was perfect really but I was still troubled by something. Was his flirtation genuine or just his nature? Every time we met I’d be drowned in a sea of affection that tip-toed right on the edge of platonic and sometimes even further if he had more than one glass of wine. It didn’t help that I was inexperienced in the ring of romance and therefore had no idea what was normal and what was not. I let out a soft sigh and finished up my makeup. Nothing heavy but hey I had to look my best for my Frenchie. Smoothing down my dress and slipping on my shoes I was off. 

The trip to Polnareff’s house was quiet. A nice autumn breeze accompanied me both to my enjoyment and dismay as my hair was now more similar to a bird's nest than anything else. The cool breeze did mean that Polnareff was likely to have the fire going and that meant it was a great excuse to huddle up next to him while we chatted. My knuckles rasped against the wood door before a distant crashing sound came from behind it. Polnareff practically ripped the door off its hinges with a worked-up pant. 

“Mon Cheri! You’re early, come in, come in!” He gushed, ushering me in and out of the chill. “You look so beautiful but that wind really did a number on your hair.” He teased. I pouted and fixed it to the best of my ability but it didn’t matter much, I had seen the man with his hair in much worse states than mine was currently. 

His house was warm with the roar of fire and the smell of delicious food. “It smells great Pol, I hope that crashing I heard wasn’t you dropping dinner.” I taunted. A hearty chuckle erupted from his chest, his blue eyes crinkling ever so softly. 

“I would never do such a thing and let you down. These dinner dates mean too much to me mon bébé!” He exclaimed, his hands shooting in the air for emphasis. A blush crept to my cheeks, not at his usual terms of endearment but at his admittance that the dinner ‘dates’ meant something to him too. “The crashing was nothing for you to worry yourself about.” I only hummed out at his lame excuse and decided there wasn’t much need to push further. 

“So what’s for dinner Frenchie.” I asked, my stomach rumbling on queue. Polnareff took notice of this and flashed me a cheesy grin. 

“It’s a surprise but it’s something sure to sate that appetite of yours. Come sit and I’ll bring it out to you.” He said.

Polnareff guided me to the dining room where our usual table sat unusually adorned with a table cloth, candles, and a vase of my favorite flowers. My lips parted ever so slightly in shock as my hand made way up to them. I turned to the smirking man who stood next to me. 

“What’s the special occasion? It’s not my birthday is it?” I questioned. Once my gaze met his I could feel the dramatic shift in atmosphere. My heart sped up in anticipation of what would happen next. Polnareff's gaze softened before he took my hand in his much larger, calloused one. 

“Mon amour… I can’t hide it any longer, no matter what you may think of me, I must tell you! Je t’aime (Y/n). I love you; I’ve loved you ever since you bandaged me up in Egypt and I haven’t been able to stop thinking of you since.” He paused and brought my knuckles to his lips, placing a soft peck on them before continuing. “The thought of you going back to America after you finish school next month has been driving me crazy. I can’t imagine my life without you now! What do you say (Y/n)?” My heart had long since stopped beating. My breath was hitched in my throat, my brain too busy racing to remember basic functions. Unable to form any sort of coherent sentence I crashed my lips into his. His lips were just as soft as they looked and tasted of his last cigarette and a hint of wine. Initially he was too shocked to kiss back but soon his lips began to work in tandem with mine. His chest was pressed so tightly against mine that I could now feel his heart beating against my own, as one. I hesitantly broke the kiss, tears softly cascading down my cheeks, so much for my makeup. Gently Polnareff's strong hands wiped my tears away before cupping my cheeks. 

“I love you so much Polnareff!” I choked out. He grinned before peppering me in a million little kisses. I felt dumbfounded but also the happiest I had been in a long time. All this time he really had liked me back and I was silly enough to think he could have been teasing me. I smiled at him with all the love and care I could muster. 

“I’m so glad you’re mine mon cherie” He whispered. My stomach rumbled again, earning a laugh from him. “Now let's have dinner!” He cheered before whisking himself from my grasp.

[royalwriteroftheuniverse]

Summer wedding drabble request

A request from @nana1000night to make ari feel a worse pain than he inflected on the reader. You asked for it.

18+ just incase horrible angst discussions of 1 divorce and trying to explain divorce to a child. I'm not a psychologist so don't quote me on that. It also can explain why Maya is so cold to ari in red sea diving resort No reporting or republishing but comments and reboots are welcome

They called Maya Queenie on occasion. Ari's ex girlfriend is called Princess by Maya and subsequently by Ari. Ima in Hebrew is mother Abba is Father

At the airport Maya runs up to Ari his arms are opened for her but she stops short

"Where's Princess?"

Ari took a deep breath he knew this was comming.

"Well Queenies she's- not here."

"Oh the bathroom?" Maya nodded her head in understanding and Ari knew right then and there it was going to be a long visit.

"What'd she say about the ring Daddy did she love it?"

"Sweetheart-"

"I made her a drawing see- thats me and mama and that you and princess and me can I have a lavender flower girl dress?"

"What's princess holding? A puppy?"

"A baby I want a baby sibling I want to be a big sister. "

"Hey we need to talk."

Ari took her to Dylan candy shop and let her get whatever she wanted hoping to keep her happier for longer and he'd be willing to deal with the sugar fallout later.

"What do you mean she won't be here?" Maya was curious. Then her face dropped "is she on a work trip like you did?"

"No sweetheart see she and me, we, it's complicated"

"Ima says complicated means you messed things up."

Ari rolls his eyes of course Sara would say that but this time she's right which he hates.

"You see Princess we don't live together anymore. "

"Oh" Maya peps up.

Ari is relieved because she understands.

"I don't like that house either are we having dinner at her place? Can we stay there I wanna-"

"Maya-"

"See the diansaurs and-"

"Maya-"

"We learned about Egypt and mummies in school and when we talked on the phone remember? When said she was afraid of the mummies."

Ari smiled for a second Maya wanted to go and princess pretended to be scared of Mummies asking Maya to help her be brave. Ari had such trouble not laughing at that. At how sweet it was. At how much he was looking forward to having kids together she'd make the perfect mother. He wanted all the babies to look like her. So beautiful so-

"Aba- are you listening? I dont want to break my promise to help her. Can we go today or tomorroe."

"Maya honey no."

"But whhhhyy." She whined

"We aren't," he had to take a deep breath to steady himself for this but the lump in his throat... he almost couldn't breathe "we aren't together anymore baby, we broke uo."

"Like you and Mommy?"

"Yea sweetheart like me and Mommy."

'We have to go back to court again?"

Oh God was Ari's heart breaking especially because he was now breaking his little girl's heart too.

"No sweetheart see you you're not. It's not like that see Mommy and Daddy fought over you because we-"

"Princess helped you fight for me."

"Yea she did baby but um this sort of break up is diffrent. We- why don't you have some more ice cream?"

She shook her head no.

"This isn't the type of break up you go to court over see she," God how do you explain this to a child? "Mommy and I both love you and-"

"I know half my genes that make make me, me come from you and half from mommy but you both went to court because you both love me so much that you both want me around 24/7. You faught because you both love me too much and that's a good type of fighting. That I wasn't at fault but you both were to greedy to give up any time with me and wasn't something I was in trouble for. You both wanted me around all the time."

Ari was taken back "where did you come up with that?"

"Princess told me one day when I was upset. She said you both love me so much that you didn't want to spend time without me but I wasnt to blame at all."

Ari teared up.

"She's right baby. Everyone loves you so very much."

"So why won't princess fight for me? I thought she loves me."

"Oh darling she does you know that but we weren't married and you just can't see her again its just the way things are."

"Did I make her mad? A Smidgen? Does she think I was forcing her to see the mummies because I-"

"No no nothing like that its just. I messed up and we broke up we went our seperate ways and she can't go to court to fight over tou. Mommy and I are you parents so that's why we could but-"

"But princess isn't." Maya's face dropped.

"No."

"I hate you" Maya suddenly screamed taking Ari back surprising him. That's how the whole day went crying screaming i hate you and even two year old were taken back by her tantrums. Maya wouldn't let Ari hold or her or barely anything. She refused to even take a cup of juice from him. But she didn't run from him, well not too far other wise she knows she'd be in trouble.

"Hey its me )"

"I know"

"Look im calling about Maya she-"

"How'd she take the news?"

"Well um-"

"That well hu? When does she want to see the mummies."

"You don't have to."

"So what you were just calling me to say hey Maya hates you too."

"No she misses you and-"

"And I promised to take her to see the mummies. She doesn't deserve everyone to let her down."

"Why do you hate Abba? Can I fix it?"

Sweetheart you knew you can't fix relationships we talked about this. It has nothing you can do or can't do to change that.

You know how sometimes you just aren't friends with people or you were but now you aren't?"

"Yea."

"Well thats how it is with me your father but I will always love you, you know that. Unless you keep beating me at battleship."

"I thought you said I shouldn't turn my light or my smarts down for anyone."

"And you shouldn't but can't you give me a fighting chance"

"Nope."

"No? not even 1 hint of your strategy and how you beat me every time?"

"No hints I'm just smart."

"You are smart but you have a strategy maybe you'll tell the tickle monster. Maya had fallen on the floor in laughter and and tickles and neither cared it eas in a museum. And people walked past smiling. Thinking it was a mother and daughter having a joyful day out."

Ari wad been keeping his wide stance wishing he was there with them. The tickle fight the hand holding, the smiles and joy and just the everything. He was starting to think his heart could break into dust.

The two of them sat on a bench and Ari could listen. From a corner... just when he thought he couldn't hurt anymore.

"Can I see you again?"

Well Maya honey you're here to spend time with your Abba. Not me. Plus you'll have more fun I won't be distracting him."

"But then I dont get away with nothing."

"With anything you mean. You will. Don't tell him I told you to you have him wrapped around your finger. You're his baby girl and there isn't ANYTHING he wouldn't do for you."

"But what about having a baby brother or sister?"

Sweetheart," she sighed.

"Daddy said he wanted babies with yoy and ill be the best big sister ever Ill even change poopy diapers and I was so brave helping you didnt cry when we saw the mummies.i'd do the same for them."

"I know Bubba and you made me very brave because you're very brave. But once your Daddy finds someone he loves and wants to marry they might have babies then or your mother might."

He wanted them with you. He missed so much with Maya but you he wanted to be there every step of the way for everything everywhere. He was thinking it felt it more than he did with his ex wife.. He was looking forward to sleepless nights and 2 am feedings and love he missed that love you two had so bad. You helped Maya and him get closer and Maya was just as in love with you being her new mother as Ari.

"Maya, honey its not going to happen ok. I know you're sad right now but I promise you in a few days you'll be ok. In a few months you won't even remember me." She added a soft smile.

Tears were streaming down Ari's face.

Everything he ever wanted in life was round the corner, his two girls, and he just killed it. She had eveplained everything better than he or his ex-wife had. But Maya hates him. It's always him because its always his fault. He promised Maya you'd be a family. Ari really did think you'd say yes.

Maya got upset and went to Ran but Ari caught her within a few of her steps. Going to return her, they walked into eachother

"Ari really? God." She was surprised and took a breath "Maya honey I think, " she really wanted to end the day, "Why don't we go out for dinner."

"Does we include you?" Maya pounted. Which only worked on Ari Princess did that with Ari herself and her own father to fall for it. But she did fell bad for the little one.

"Well honey I" she looked at Ari. "I can't stay long I have to go to work. But I suppose I have time for a slice of Pizza."

"Yay!" And just like that her tantrum was gone.

Princess really couldn't even stay for a slice. She had to take it to go.

"I'm sorry queenie but I can't stay i need to go to work"

"But why?"

"Because I need money"

Why my Daddy can give you some"

"No he can't"

"I can" Aris offer was ignored like he wasn't even there.

"Why do you need money?" Maya was still to innocent to understand.

"To pay for things that your smart and pretty head doesn't have to worry about until you're an adult." She booped her nose.

Maya threw arms around her.

"Promise you'll be good to your dad for me?"

Maya nodded. With that she left not saying a word to or looking at Ari. Who was internally begging for just one more glance- even one out of spite or hatred. But Ari's eyes never left her.

"Maya stay here for a second" he followed her out

"Hey, hey," Ari grabbed her fore arm

She pulled away with a "Don't touch me"

"Sorry I'm sorry." he held his hands up in defeat and was he defeated.

"I did more then most ex girlfriends would ever do."

"I know" he said in a small voice putting his hands in his front pocket he felt small he looked small despite his stature.

"You're lucky I love that little girl. I know what an asshole she has for a father."

"If you need money I could help."

"I would say I'd rather sell my soul to Satan but I dont want to be involved in a business transaction with you."

"Isn't there something I can do-"

"Yea be a good father to your little girl. And stay away from me."

She left and ari watched her walk away and then Nick showed up. Her bright eyes and huge smile returned. They kissed eacother deeply.

"How'd it go?"Nick asked even though he knew the answer

"Not that bad he was following us at the museum but I knew he would. He did a bad job of it though. What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to walk you to work."

"Nick."

His hands were on her head and her body and there was nothing he could do but gripe and dig his dingernails into his palm so tightly

"Ok and maybe I wanted to kiss you." Nick smirked

"I didn't want you to walk alone" he moves some hair off her face that the wind had blown in. She giggled. All Ari could think of was that it used to be his his hands his lips his heart in her hands. Her heart in his. The smile he longed for to be directed to him. He still remeberes the peppermint lip balm you'd wear so your breath always senmed fresh.

That night Maya was yelling and crying the biggest tantrum he's ever seen her had.she was slapping him, hitting . He made no attempt to stop her he felt he deserved every. Single. Pain.

Maya was crying in him begging him to fix it. Ari was crying by then too.

"I want to baby I wish I could I wish I could. Baby but I can't I can't fix it."

"If you love me you'd fix it."

"I tried baby I tried to fix it but I can't I can't." He was cry and shy was crying. In fact Maya cried herself to sleep. Ari layed Her down in bed and then just slid down in the hallway crying he wanted to fix things so bad he lost the loves of his life twice, his wife and his now ex she had moved on so quick but all he thought was that he deserved that pain. A peice of him , well more than a peice, had hoped it was just a rebound relationship.. But he didn't want to lose Maya... not her too. Not his little girl. He knew he ruined things for Maya.

The rest of her trip Maya was mad and sad and crying. Ari felt like the worst person on the planet, the univeree. He thought about just telling his ex-wife just to keep Maya for the rest of her life as she didn't deserve a father like him. He had loved his ex-wife once upon a time but not now. But he promised the real love of his life he'd be a good father to that little girl. The one that his ex girlfriend had loved and spent countless hours playing battleship and trying to distract Maya at the court house, making sure Maya knew she was loved. Ari knew there was no one better for his little girl than the woman he let slip through his fingers over a bad, what? 48 hours? And now he ruined both thier lives Maya she deserved better and Ari didnt know if he could but he promise so he was going to try. But Maya never completely forgave him and Maya never forgot her.

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[rosemaryonthehearth]

I wish to chronicle, for a moment, how I prefer to “speak” to my deities and grow my relationship with them. I’m not entirely sure what to call it. Meditation, astral projection, my own imagination. I don’t particularly label it.

I walk through the dark void towards the warm glow of a fire. The space is near endless and yet also confined, like a hallway. There is no floor, but I can feel solid ground under my feet as I walk.

At the end of the “hallway”, there is a fire pit with a blazing orange fire in it. It is lacking in ornamentation, but it’s sturdy. There are four cushions laid out around the fire. Always, across from the cushion closest to me & on the other side of the fire is Hestia. She is a constant. I have never come to this place, her fire, and not found her there. She minds the fire and welcomes those who join her. I settle in and take in what is around me. I always see Hestia first.

Sometimes I stay and talk with her, not moving on down the other “halls”, or I just sit with her, enjoying the warmth of the fire and of her company. It’s peaceful there. Safe. There is nothing but the fire and its tender. Sometimes, she will guide me down the “hall” behind her to a grand temple. Not one in particular that I have seen, but I can almost feel the energy of the gods electrifying the air. Up the steps, there is a very large fire burning. It feels important. I think it would be the prytaneion, but I’m not well-versed enough to say for sure. Or what prytanis this domain belongs to. We sit at the fireside, the temperature always cozy despite the size of the flames and the proximity. Together, we tend the fire and talk. We laugh. Hestia shares her wisdom with me. I can almost hear the crackling of the fire now as I think about this place and the time I spend with her.

Sometimes, other deities are at the initial fire pit, sitting on the cushions. Most of the time, Heru-sa-Aset sits to my left, dignified. He’s very rarely not there, but his cushion will be empty when I arrive on occasion. No one ever takes his place. He appears with the falcon head or with the appearance of a young man with the shaved head and braid typical of Ancient Egyptian boys. If I do not stay at Hestia’s fire, Heru-sa-Aset likes to take me down the “hall” behind him. We race through the streets and sometimes visit a different temple, one stylized after Ancient Egypt. He’s always laughing, a joyful sound that makes my heart sing. It feels like we become one with the wind. The sand under our feet, grating to me in real life, feels wonderful and warm and soft. It’s always nighttime, with torches lighting our path. The sky is filled with more stars than I could ever count. We sit on a terrace to look across the sprawling city and the endless sky above it. We talk, we laugh, he sometimes sings this song that I can never understand the language or remember the tune.

There are times when I only briefly stay at the fire pit. The third “hall” takes me to an open field, a meadow full of all kinds of wildflowers and soft grasses. There’s a fallen log to sit on and a few sparse fruit trees, forever mixed between flowering and bearing fruit. I’ve seen it in day and night. There is a cliff, very close to the fallen log, that leads down into the ocean. I have met many different deities there. Most frequently has been Hera, Eros, Apollo, and Dionysus, but they are not the only ones I visit there. If a deity meets me there, we can go wherever they wish from a short walk.

To end these meetings, I simply walk back to the fire pit after saying my good-byes and thanks. I walk back the way I came, and I open my eyes.

DISCLAIMER: These are MY experiences. This is not a guide or meant to be taken as gospel.

[paiawon]

of the archaeological discoveries i've studied and seen, perhaps the one that had the biggest impact on me is that of crepereia tryphaena.

my pictures (you can literally see my reflection)

now displayed at centrale montemartini in rome, crepereia tryphaena was a young woman, of about 20 years old, whose sarcophagus was found during the excavation works started in 1889 for the foundations of the palace of justice and for the construction of the umberto I bridge over the tiber in rome. the sarcophagus, engraved with a scene alluding to the girl's death (last row of pictures on the right), was found with four more, all buried between the middle of the 2nd century and the 3rd AD. only two were still sealed: that of tryphaena and crepereius euhodus, buried at the bottom of a well later filled with earth, and placed side by side and decorated only on two sides, like in a double burial.

the funeral equipment, present only in the tryphaena sarcophagus, included many gold ornaments (the intact skeleton of the girl was still adorned with several jewels and a crown of myrtle leaves blocked by a barrette made with small silver flowers. at the time of her burial she wore gold and pearl pendant earrings and a gold necklace with pendants formed by small beryl crystals, and er tunica was held by a gold brooch adorned with an engraved amethyst bezel), and placed next to her skeleton there was an ivory doll with her own doll's kit, matching the jewels of tryphaena. the presence of the doll in the funeral outfit may suggest that she died on the eve of her wedding, not having had time to donate her toys to the gods in the "farewell to childhood" ceremony.

the panel at the museum reads:

Crepereia Tryphaena On 10 May 1889, during the excavations for the construction of the Courthouse in the Prati district, an incredible discovery unearthed two sarcophagi placed next to each other, which held the remains of Crepereia Tryphaena and Creperio Euhodus. The discovery aroused great excitement, as one of the sarcophagi contained the body of a girl, lovingly placed with her opulent trousseau and her ivory doll. We do not know if Crepereia was a young bride or a girl who was soon to be married, but two of her rings, a carnelian signet ring with two clasped hands and another engraved with the name Filetus, immediately brought to mind a wedding ring and the name of her future husband.* Crepereia belonged to a family of wealthy freedmen, or descendants of freedmen, originating from a Greek-speaking region, perhaps Egypt or Syria, as demonstrated by the names of the deceased. The extremely refined manufacture of the doll is probably that of artisans from the city of Alexandria in Egypt. The burial area in the Gardens of Domizia, a property that passed into Imperial ownership during Nero's reign, leads us to believe that the Creperii were given the privilege of being buried here for their lead role in the administration of imperial property. The burial can be dated back to the mid-second century AD, a chronology that is also confirmed by the doll's coiffure, realistically inspired by the Antonine hairstyles of the time, and in particular the trend introduced by Empressed Faustina the Elder and Faustina the Younger. Even the doll had its own miniature trousseau; the objects were inside an elegant ivory and bone box, which was perhaps meant to be opened by the small key hanging from the ring in the doll's hand.

the trousseau and some details (pictures not mine):

*because of this giovanni pascoli, italian poet, composed a poem in latin which he presented on the occasion of the wedding of the daughter of the honourable benzoni, minister of public education of the time

the water imagery comes from the opening of the sarcophagus itself, which was still sealed: the young woman, submerged in the water coming from the nearby tiber river, "appeared as a nymph". archaeologist rodolfo lanciani wrote:

both her skeleton and that of crepereius euhodus are still preserved inside the sarcophagi

[deathlessathanasia]

“For the Classical period, once again the most common fabrics were wool and linen. Cotton was originally domesticated in India and produced in Egypt as early as the sixth century b.c.e. It was not common in Greece, though, until the conquests of Alexander the Great, whose soldiers used cotton as pillow stuffing (Gullberg and Åström 1970, 17). Silk was originally cultivated in China but made its way west through Persia. Ionian women wore silk dresses, and apparently Cleopatra seduced Caesar wearing a transparent silk dress (Gullberg and Åström 1970, 17). The textiles used for clothing could be elaborately decorated, as is evident in the vase paintings. Women did the spinning and weaving, although there was some variation as to who might dye the materials initially. The preferred dye was Phoenician purple, made from the shells of the murex, a type of mollusk. Another popular color was yellow, made from saffron. Weaving was done from the earliest periods on warp-weighted looms. Loom weights have been found dating back into the Bronze Age, and often their shape and weight were indicative of the homeland of the women who used them.

There were two basic styles of women’s dress. One was the Doric, in which a rectangle of cloth was wrapped as a tube around the body, going under the arms and hanging to the lower legs. Often the top was rolled down, so that there was a double layer of cloth over the upper body. Fibulai (large safety pins) fastened the fabric over the shoulders, and the whole garment was belted around the waist. This dress, called the peplos, was usually made of wool. Spartan girls wore a shorter version of this dress during athletic exercises. The other style was an Ionic dress made of linen and called the chiton. Like the Doric style, it began as a large rectangle of fabric. Rather than being fastened with pins, however, the chiton was sewn above the arms, creating sleeves of sorts. Once again, the dress was belted at the waist, and hung down to the ankles or, more rarely, the knees. Both dresses, but especially the chiton, could be covered by a himation (mantle). In sculptures this is often shown draped over one shoulder and hanging to the ground. The fact that women’s clothing, in Athens at least, could be elegantly and elaborately layered is indicated by one of the laws passed by Solon, who forbade women to wear more than three garments at a time when leaving the house. Evidence from sculpture and vase paintings suggests that girls sometimes wore their hair long, but older girls and women usually wore theirs fastened up in a scarf. However, girls sometimes also wore flowers in their hair, if we are to trust Sappho, who says, “And you, O Dika, place about your tresses lovely garlands, binding together shoots of dill with your soft hands. For the blessed Graces look more on things adorned with flowers; they turn away from those ungarlanded.” As far as cosmetics go, the literature from Greece relates that women put lead on their faces to make their skin very white.

Men’s clothing can be more difficult to study, as men were often portrayed nude in Greek art. We know that men did perform athletics in the nude, and our words gymnasium and gymnastic come from the Greek word gymnô, “to strip naked.” For more formal occasions, the Greek male wardrobe consisted of four main pieces: the exomis, the chiton, the himation, and the khlamys. The exomis looked very much like the modern conception of a toga. Starting as a trapezoid of fabric, the piece was pinned over one shoulder and belted at the waist. Traditionally, it fell to the knees (Losfeld 1991, 90–91). The man’s chiton was arranged like the woman’s, except that it, too, usually fell only to the knees. A formal chiton, however, fell to the ankles and was worn for professional or religious purposes, such as by the priest in the Parthenon frieze mentioned above. The men’s himation was also similar to the women’s, being essentially a large rectangle of fabric that was draped around the body. Unlike the women, though, men could wear the himation without an undergarment. The himation could go so far as to cover the entire body, or it could be worn just around the waist almost like a sarong-skirt. The khlamys was a cape originally developed in northern, horse-intensive Thessaly and was adopted by the rest of the Greeks only after the time of Alexander (Losfeld 1991, 176–177). This semicircle of fabric was pinned at the shoulder and could either hang down the back or, on cold days, be pulled completely around the upper half of the body (the lower body being warmed by the horse, no doubt). To protect them from the hot sun, men also wore a light straw hat, called a petasos, featuring a round cap with a wide brim. A winged version was favored by Hermes.”

 - The Ancient Greeks: New Perspectives, by Stephanie Lynn Budin

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@tenkoseiensei said (inbox):

one, another, another. he sets stems and attached bright, yellow flowers about ozymandias's sleeping form; small blossoms, delicate, aromatic things that the assassin's hands took generous care in preventing from snapping or bruising, framing the pharaoh like a gentle work of art. like this, his mute appreciations, the bed transformed by every sense of a splendid meadow 'til the servant laid into it seemed to rouse. yan qing, nearly leaping away and out of any silent act of admiration (rumination) nigh instinctively transforms. ' a-ah! ahaha, rider ... ! ' the hand lacking any glowing seals is quickly, subtly behind his back. the other rubs bashfully at the back of his head, tussling the master's mock-orange strands. ' if you open your eyes so suddenly like that, you'll startle me ... ! '

     OZYMANDIAS SLEPT SOUNDLY, THE world itself blocked out as he drifted; dreamless, and at ease. Eventually, however, he did slowly awaken, the sweet scent of blossoms confusing him for a moment’s time as he dealt with the grogginess that always clung to one’s consciousness when their eyes opened. Blinking, he sat up, hand lifting to rub his eyes before he began to look around. Where in the world had all these flowers come from? While he had slept, he almost thought, for a very brief moment, that he was laid about a vast field of wild flowers like back in his beautiful Egypt. ❝Hm? Ritsuka? What are you doing here?❞ They knew better than to enter his quarters without properly announcing themselves. Then again, perhaps his silence had made them worry and they came in to check on him. That sounded about right for the occasion. ❝Your manners can be atrocious sometimes…but I forgive you for it.❞ Stretching his arms, he was careful not to jar the flowers around him and accidentally knock them onto the floor before he reached over to lift on up and examine its delicate petals. The meaning of flowers escaped him, so he couldn’t identify anything, but the color yellow was always such a joyous color.

     He smiled, albeit slightly.

     ❝You speak of startling when you are the one hovering over one’s slumbering form? I am the one who should have jumped ten feet in the air.❞ Clicking his tongue, he placed it back down before eyeing them a bit. ❝I do not know why you could not simply give these to me when I was awake earlier, but your offering is accepted nonetheless.❞ Although he couldn’t understand why they’d scatter them all about his person like this, but…

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The History and Evolution of Costume Jewellery

Costume jewellery, also known as fashion jewellery, has a rich and fascinating history that spans centuries. This article explores the evolution of costume jewellery, from its origins to its modern-day popularity. We'll delve into the historical significance, cultural influences, and the materials used to create these beautiful adornments.

Early Origins of Costume Jewellery

Costume jewellery's history can be traced back to ancient civilizations, such as Egypt, where both men and women adorned themselves with colorful and intricate jewelry. These early pieces were often made from materials like beads, shells, and semi-precious stones. They were used not only as decorative items but also as symbols of social status and religious significance.

Renaissance and Baroque Eras

The Renaissance and Baroque eras brought about a resurgence of costume jewellery in Europe. During these periods, elaborate and ornate designs were created using various materials like glass, enamel, and faux gemstones. The growing popularity of masquerade balls and theatrical performances further fueled the demand for costume jewellery.

19th Century: The Birth of Costume Jewellery

The 19th century saw the birth of the costume jewellery industry as we know it today. With the Industrial Revolution, manufacturers started producing affordable, mass-produced jewellery. This allowed a broader audience to access fashionable accessories, regardless of their social class.

Art Nouveau and Art Deco Movements

The Art Nouveau movement of the late 19th and early 20th centuries brought a shift towards more natural and organic designs. Costume jewellery pieces featured motifs inspired by nature, such as flowers, insects, and animals.

In contrast, the Art Deco movement that followed embraced geometric shapes and bold, modern designs. This era introduced the use of materials like Bakelite and plastics, making jewellery even more accessible and affordable.

Mid-20th Century: Hollywood Glamour

The mid-20th century marked a period of Hollywood glamour, and costume jewellery played a significant role in this era. Film stars and celebrities popularized large, statement pieces, often adorned with rhinestones, faux pearls, and colored glass. These accessories added a touch of elegance and extravagance to the silver screen.

Contemporary Costume Jewellery

In the present day, costume jewellery continues to evolve. Modern designers experiment with a wide range of materials, including recycled and sustainable options. Costume jewellery is no longer confined to formal occasions; it has become an integral part of everyday fashion. If you're interested in the latest trends in Fashion Jewellery, be sure to check out for a wide selection of stylish options.

The Popularity of Costume Jewellery

Costume jewellery's popularity lies in its versatility and affordability. It allows people to express their style and follow trends without breaking the bank. Its role in self-expression and fashion is significant, making it a staple in the accessory industry.

Materials and Craftsmanship

The materials used in costume jewellery have evolved over time. While early pieces incorporated natural materials, contemporary designers use a combination of plastics, metals, and faux gemstones. The craftsmanship has also improved, with intricate detailing and high-quality finishes becoming common.

Costume Jewellery Around the World

Different cultures have contributed to the diversity of costume jewellery. From the intricate beadwork of African tribes to the vibrant colors of Indian costume jewellery, these adornments reflect the heritage and traditions of various societies.

Collecting Costume Jewellery

Many collectors appreciate the historical and artistic value of costume jewellery. Some pieces from the past have become valuable collectors' items. It's essential to learn about the history and craftsmanship of these items when considering collecting costume jewellery.

Conclusion

The history and evolution of costume jewellery are a testament to its enduring appeal and adaptability. From ancient civilizations to modern runways, costume jewellery has continued to captivate and inspire. Its affordable luxury and role in self-expression ensure that it will remain a fashion staple for years to come.

Frequently Asked Questions

1. What is costume jewellery?

Costume jewellery, also known as fashion jewellery, is a type of jewelry that is made using non-precious materials and is primarily worn for decorative purposes.

2. Is costume jewellery valuable?

While costume jewellery is not made from precious materials, some vintage and antique pieces can be valuable, especially if they are well-preserved and have historical significance.

3. How has costume jewellery changed over time?

Costume jewellery has evolved from simple beadwork and natural materials to incorporate a wide range of materials, including plastics, metals, and faux gemstones. It has also become more affordable and accessible.

4. Are there famous designers of costume jewellery?

Yes, there are several renowned designers in the world of costume jewellery, such as Coco Chanel, Miriam Haskell, and Kenneth Jay Lane, who have left a significant mark on the industry.

5. What are the latest trends in costume jewellery?

Contemporary costume jewellery trends include sustainability, with designers using recycled materials, as well as a focus on bold and unique designs that allow individuals to express their personal style.

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     ⇢            ALPHINA    BLACK        ✶        davika    hoorne    ,        25    ,        demiwoman    ,        she    /    they    ,        half    -    blood    ,        fourth    year    ,        auror    training.    member    of    gryffindor    quidditch    team    ,        broom    racing    league    ,        dueling    club    ,        and    astronomy    club.    can    be    described    as    indomitable    ,        pragmatic    ,        decadent    ,        and    aloof.

*               &            ◞                     𝐢                        .                  𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒         .

　full　name　:　alphina  apiradee  black 　nickname(s)　:　alphie  ,   api  ,   deedee 　age　/　dob　:　twenty  five  /  nov  20  ,   1997 　zodiac　:　scorpio 　blood　status　:　half  blood

　gender　:　demi  woman 　pronouns　:　she  /  they 　sexuality　:　pansexual

　house　:　gryffindor 　year　:　fourth 　specialization　:　originally  a  hit  wizard  ,   she  recently  broadened  her  horizons  to  auror  training 　extracurriculars　:　gryffindor  quidditch  team  (  beater  )  ,   broom  racing  ,   competitive  dueling  ,   and  astronomy  club 　wand　:　cedar  ,   veela  hair  ,   12½"  ;  unyielding 　patronus　:　erumpent

*               &            ◞                     𝐢𝐢                        .                  𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃         .

　birth　place　:　cairo  ,   egypt 　home　region　/　school　:　southwest  /  odalric  ,  for  sixth  &  seventh  year 　social　class　:　upper  -  middle  class 　father　:　sirius  black 　mother　:　mayarasa  issaret   (   †   ) 　sibling(s)　:　none  ,  but  they  have  a  plethora  of  godsiblings 　pet(s)　:　a  maine  coon  named  rune  ,  and  an  eagle  owl  named  naiyana.

*               &            ◞                     𝐢𝐢𝐢                        .                  𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋         .

　face　claims　:　davika  hoorne 　eye　colour　:　dark  brown  ,   almost  black 　hair　colour　/　style　:　near  waist  length  wavy  ,  black  hair.  can  be  seen  trying  all  sorts  of  styles  for  even  slightly  fancier  occasions  ,   but  as  a  general  rule  she  usually  has  a  few  scrunchies  or  hair  ties  on  her  wrist  that  she  uses  to  put  it  up  into  a  messy  bun  ,   ponytail  or  braids  (  though  she'll  make  do  with  rubber  bands  or  pencils  if  need  be  !  ) 　height　:　175cm      /      5'7 　build　:　has  a  classical  ballerina  build  ;   lithe  and  long  legged. 　clothing　style　:　depending  on  her  mood  ,   alphina   will  wear  anything    (  and  i  mean  anything  )  that  she  can  get  her  hands  on.  from  floral  printed  sundresses  to  a   six  month  long  unwashed  hoodie  ,   versatile  is  the  best  way  to  describe  her  wardrobe. 　dominant　hand　:　ambidextrious 　tattoos　:　a  sak  yant  tattoo  in  the  base  shape  of  a  unalome  down  the  center  of  her  back. 　piercings　:　three  lobe  piercings  on  the  left  ,   four  on  the  right  ,   plus  two  helix's  on  the  right  ,   an  industrial  ,   two  inner  conches  and  a  forward  helix  on  her  left 　scars　:　can  usually  be  found  with  a  few  scrapes  or  bruises  from  going  too  hard  at  quidditch  (  and  the  fact  that  she  does  not  hold  herself  back  )  ,    but  nothing  too  permanent  (  yet  ) 　notable　features　:　a  heart  /  star  /  flower  beneath  her  left  eye  stamped  with  an  eyeliner  pen  ,   painted  nails  ,   the  smell  of  soft  vanilla  ,   yuzu  ,   and  pomegranate  in  the  air.

*               &            ◞                     𝐢𝐯                        .                  𝐓𝐋;𝐃𝐑         .

　　—　  her  story  begins  like  this  :  there  is  a  man  who  hunts  ,  and  a  woman  who  refuses  to  be  hunted.  (  this  not  her  story  yet  ,  of  course  ,  not  when  she  hasn’t  become  even  a  possibility  in  her  parent’s  minds.  )  but  there  is  a  man  ,  and  from  a  woman  ,  does  he  finally  learn  to  love.

　　—　  her  mother  tells  her  it  went  like  this  :  her  father  was  a  man  who  hungered  ,  who  craved.  devouring  all  in  his  path  ,  he  had  a  desire  for  the  world  that  none  would  dare  to  rival.  for  he  thirsted  for  answers  ,  khon dii  ,  and  in  that  search  ━━  do  you  know  what  he  found  ?  her  mother’s  voice  is  filled  with  fondness  where  it  washes  over  her  ,  her  father  with  a  deep  hue  of  red  dusting  his  cheeks  from  where  he  watches  over  them.  '  love  ’  ,  she  answers  for  her  mother  ,  because  it  is  the  only  answer  to  a  story  she  has  heard  so  many  times  before.  he  found  love  ,  he  found  her  mother  ,  and  within  it  all  :  happiness.

　　—　  her  father  tells  it  to  her  somewhat  differently  :  for  this  is  the  version  of  the  story  her  mother  could  not  pass  off  as  an  innocuous  bedtime  story  for  their  young  daughter.  no  ,  this  story  is  one  full  of  anger  ,  of  hatred.  (  there  is  a  vast  emptiness  to  her  father’s  soul  ,  you  see.  a  dried  up  river  in  the  shape  of  his  childhood  ,  memories  of  a  family  he  would  be  better  off  forgetting.  )  i  am  not  a  good  man  ,  alphie  ,  is  what  her  father  says  ,  but  by  the  gods  ,  does  he  try.  he  was  not  taught  kindness  ,  he  was  not  raised  soft  ,  but  how  ,  oh  how  ,  did  he  wish  to  be.  

　　—　the  name  black  never  meant  much  to  alphina  as  a  child  ⸻  and  why  would  it  ?  it  was  simply  her  name  ,  passed  down  to  her  by  her  father  ,  forsaken  in  matrimony  by  her  mother.  it  was  her  name  ,  her  father's  connection  to  her  ,  and  there  was  no  amount  of  weight  an  outsider  could  place  upon  it  that  would  cause  her  to  bend.  (  it  didn’t  matter  that  the  name  black  meant  an  invitation  to  an  elite  society  in  some  european  countries  ,  nor  an  instant  accreditation  to  wealth  and  power.  )  no  ,  no.  black  simply  meant  a  family  of  three  ,  you  see.  with  a  mediwizard  for  a  father,  a  fierce  protecter  for  a  mother  ,  and  the  child  that  blossomed  from  the  love  between  them.

　　—　and  so  reality  does  not  touch  alphina  for  a  good  fifteen  years  .  not  the  reality  that  everyone  else  knows  ,  anyways.  for  what  do  other  people  know  about  her  endless  travels  and  adventures  ?  of  years  spent  moving  from  magic  settlement  to  muggle  settlement  ,  back  and  forth  ,  back  and  forth  ,  chasing  leads  and  constantly  discovering  ?  with  lessons  only  the  lands  could  teach  her  ,  and  her  magic  free  in  a  way  no  laws  would  ever  allow.  all  she  had  ever  needed  were  the  passing  connections  made  along  the  way  to  suffice  ;  her  mother  the  anchor  before  an  eternally  shifting  road.    

　　—　living  with  her  roots  planted  firmly  within  a  singular  patch  of  soil  had  never  sounded  anything  except  suffocating  for  alphina  ,  herself  a  true  child  of  nomadic  upbringings.  it  was  the  life  she  had  been  raised  for  ,  and  the  only  one  she  had  wanted  for  herself.  (  she  learns  soon  enough  ,  that  the  choice  was  never  truly  hers.  )

　　—　her  mother  falls  ill  to  a  sickness  ,  one  that  attacks  her  veela  nature  in  a  way  that  it  never  will  her  fathers  ,  but  one  that  could  potentially  bring  ruin  to  hers.  her  mother  cannot  send  her  back  to  the  village  she  herself  had  been  raised  in  (  where  she  had  been  singled  out  ,  preyed  upon.  the  beauty  a  double  edged  sword  for  those  of  their  blood.  )  

　　—　so  instead  ,  she  touches  down  to  england  with  her  bags  heavy  and  her  heart  heavier.  an  indefinite  stay  ,  but  a  permanent  one  nonetheless.  (  how  terrifying  the  unknown  can  be.  )

　　—　the  last  memories  of  her  mother  look  like  this  :  her  gaunt  face  through  the  window  of  the  single  story  cabin  they  have  made  a  home  in.  she  waves  with  a  trembling  hand  ,  her  mouth  making  shape  to  the  sound  of  an  ‘  i  love  you  '  ,  a  heart  -  wrenching  '  i'm  so  sorry  '  to  follow.  and  how  dare  her  mother  apologize  for  a  sickness  she  cannot  control  ?  ….  how  dare  she  get  sick  and  send  her  away  at  all.

　　—　her  father  greets  her  on  the  doorsteps  of  a  household  she  has  only  ever  frequented  on  the  occasional  basis.  and  while  happy  to  see  him  ,  she  is  unhappy  to  stay.  instead  ,  sixteen  becomes  a  tumultuous  age  for  alphina  ,  her  entire  life  upheaved  and  forced  to  order.  '  boarding  school  '  becomes  a  term  she  learns  to  regard  with  a  disgust  only  reserved  for  personal  attacks  and  wet  socks  (  and  somehow  ,  odalric's  school  of  witchcraft  and  wizardry  has  wrought  upon  her  both  in  those  last  two  years  of  attendance.  )

　　—　it  ends  like  this  :  her  father  crying  throughout  his  apology  to  her  ,  for  he  had  promised  to  shield  her  from  exposure  to  the  horrors  of  his  own  childhood  ,  from  the  black  name  ;  bestowing  upon  her  the  freedoms  of  a  life  away  from  his  own.  he  had  sworn  to  her  that  he  would  find  the  cure  to  her  mother's  ailment  soon  ,  on  departure  to  stay  by  her  mother's  side  ,  and  that  they  would  come  for  her  in  no  time  at  all.  he  had  assured  her  that  she  would  only  see  a  few  months  of  her  gilded  cage  ,  of  this  overbearing  ,  suffocating  society.  that  he  would  write  ,  she  would  learn  ,  and  they  would  all  do  their  duty  to  prevail.  　　—　her  mother  passes  during  her  last  year  at  odalric’s  ,  and  her  only  goodbye  is  a  letter  to   her  name.  for  a  cure  for  this  veela  afflicting  illness  is  never  found  (  a  population  so  minuscule  ,  so  unimportant  for  research  to  have  ever  gotten  far  ...  )  ,  and  her  life  in  england  is  forever  solidified  as  she  gives  in  to  his  request  to  stay  by  her  father's  side. 　　—　the  last  few  years  of  teenhood  are  spent  mourning  her  mother  ,  and  re - learning  and  re - loving  the  man  she  calls  father.  (  then  '  dad  '  ,  now  '  phaw  '  in  ever  endearment  ).  for  while  sirius  was  a  present  figure  ,  it  was  at  her  mother's  side  that  alphina  flourished  ;  his  own  periods  of  time  at  their  side  forever  shared  with  the  life  he  led  in  england.  

*               &            ◞                     𝐯                        .                  𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂         .

　　—　alphie  is  half  -  veela  from  her  mother's  side  ,  and  while  they  have  yet  to  ever  transform  into  a  rather  terrifying  harpy  -  like creature  like  her  mother  had  before  ,  she  is  rather  talented  at  throwing  fireballs  when  incensed.  other  uses  of  her  veela  magic  include  :  being  rather  '  entrancing  '  to  those  around  her  (  especially  to  those  who  meet  her  for  the  first  time  ,  though  the  effect  can  wear  off  with  longterm  exposure  )  ,  appearing  physically  perfect  ,  graceful  and  flawless  at  all  times  (  it  might  not  be  the  truth  ,  but  she  does  appear  that  way  to  others  )  ,  being  able  to  hypnotize  and  mesmerize  people  with  intent  (  she's  mostly  in  control  of  having  this  effect  on  others  ,  but  in  theory  they  could  slip  up  )  ,  and  a  natural  inclination  towards  wandless  magic.

　　—　joined  the  gryffindor  quidditch  team  as  a  beater  bc  my  girl  has  a  lot  of  pent  up  anger  😔✋  she's  generally  a  pretty  nice  ,  pretty  easy  going  soul  i  swear ??  but  while  she  doesn't  normally  have  a  short  temper  ,  if  u  catch  her  at  the  wrong  moment  ,  she'll have  u  laid  out  flat  before  u  can  even  blink</3  she's  trained  in  brazilian  jiu  jitsu  ,  thai  boxing  and  eskrima  ,  so  please  don't  fuck  with  her  (  or  do  😈😈  !!  )

　　—　is  incredibly  independent.  growing  up  with  parents  like  hers  who  lived  by  a  do  or  die  kinda  motto  ,  alphie  has  adapted  that  same  sort  of  resilience  in  her  own  everyday  routine.  there  really  isn't  much  they  can't  do  once  they  put  their  mind  to  it  ,  and  the  thought  of  failure  alone  is  embarrassing  enough  to  see  her  through  with  most  her  endeavours.  she'll  either  see  things  to  the  end  ,  or  die  trying  ,  mark  her  words.

　　—　a  polyglot  through  general  life  experience.  her  current  languages  include  :  nepali  ,  portuguese  ,  spanish  ,  french  ,  thai  ,  tagalog  and  english.  they  simply  go  in  hand  with  the  places  alphie  has  spent  the  longest  while  growing  up.  these  include  both  cities  and  settlements  within  wizarding  society  and  muggle  society.  if  anything  ,  alphie  is  more  comfortable  within  muggle  society  than  wizarding  ,  especially  since  her  introduction  to  the  rest  of  the  black  family.

　　—　still  struggles  with  the  idea  of  an  actually  '  structured  '  school  ??  most  of  what  she's  learned  is  from  her  mother  and  their  travels  ,  so  alphie  is  considered  incredibly  advanced  in  some  subjects  ,  and  horribly  behind  in  others.  this  is  mostly  a  practical  vs  theoretical  studies.  they  don't  really  understand  why  they  need  to  write  entire  essays  on  a  spell  she  can  just  simply  showcase  them  ??

*　　　　&　　◞　　　　𝐯𝐢　　　　.　　　　𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒　　　　.

　　—　𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔   :    requesting  as  many  of  these  as  possible  regardless  of  age  /  house  <33  alphie  might  be  an  extrovert  who  grew  up  without  any  longterm  friendships  that  weren't  penpals  and  her  godsiblings  but  so  WHAT  !  this  is  simply  the  time  to  shine  !!  gotta  stretch  those  friend  making  muscles  bay - bee  !!

　　—　𝒇𝒘𝒃𝒔    :    because  alphie  is  sexy  ,  and  DESERVES  to  have  a  good  time  !  they've  always  been  raised  to  have  a  pretty  open  view  on  physical  affection  and  sex  ,  and  while  alphie  does  believe  in  the  concept  of  true  love  like  her  parents  had  ,  she  is  Nawt  really  looking  for  it  here  ...   

　　—　𝒕𝒖𝒕𝒐𝒓    :    now  remember  when  we  covered  how  alphie  did  not  grow  up  with  the  conventional  childhood  education  ?  like  don't  get  me  wrong  ,  they're  incredibly  intelligent  ,  and  know  different  styles  of  magic  from  multiple  different  countries  ,  but  essay  writing  ....  homework  ?  someone  please  help  them.  they  will  in  fact  insist  they  do Not  need  it  and  get  frustrated  at  sitting  and  working  at  it  for  hours  but  .... somebody's  gotta  see  to  it  that  it's  done  ..........  like  babygirl’s  tryna  become  an  auror  ,  and  those  grades  gotta  live  up  to  that  goal   (  somehow  😩  )

　　—　𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒉    :    besides  the  veela  origins  (  which  !  would  love  one  or  multiple  plots  /  hcs  about  how  ur  muse  reacts  to  a  veela  ,  even  a  half  -  veela<3333  !!!  )  alphie  is  still v  cool  ,  v  fun  .  incredibly  fun  ,  actually  .  and  just  rather  unhinged  in  general  compared  to  ~  polite  ~  british  society  ???  so  someone  pls  crush  on  them.  i  just  want  smth  cute  ,  smth  sweet  !  or  ,  in  a  complete  turn  of  events  ,  alphie  is  the  one  to  catch  feels  ???  catch  infatuation  ???  they've  never  felt  this  way  before   .......  it's  absolutely  Gross  ??  and  she'd  like  10  more  of  it  pronto  .

　　—　𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌  𝒚𝒐𝒖    :    someone  somehow  pls  just  get  on  her  bad  side.  i  need  a  fuck  u  plot  😔✋  praying  for  each  other’s  downfall  ,  rivals  w  secxual  tension  methinks  ....

[goblinlovesmusicals]

Goblin's Cats oc guide!

I've revamped and changed sm abt my ocs that I figured I should do this lol.

Moriah the Artist cat:

Three words: Creative, Somber, Hopeful.

Bio: Moriah has the ability to predict the future through her paintings. Painting for fun has been pushed away a bit so that she can predict things for the tribe. She wishes to be free and able to paint whatever she wants, but she's somewhat forced to be serious about her role.

Family: Mate of Tantomile. Eventual mother of Malachite and Philomena.

Lizadora the Senior Protector:

Three words: Motherly, Powerful, Courageous

Bio: A very big and very strong queen. She has a large list of values and will not hesitate to defend them or the people she loves. She tells stories to the kittens and they'll often crowd around her looking for a tale.

Family: Mate of MaliTart, Mother of Magnolia and Charlie. Sister of GrizaBella, their parents were called MikTom and Kathleen.

Waltze the Mob Boss cat:

Three words: Jovial, Selfless, Virtuous.

Bio: A fancy cat hailing from Germany, with his long luscious hair and pretty bowtie. His owners have a suit shop, and he operates out of It. He takes in those that nobody else will, mainly dogs, and is quite generous with his riches. As long as you're kind to him, he won't send his "sons" after you.

Family: Adoptive dad of about 20 stray dogs. Mayyybe the boyfriend of Koffi 👀 (@storyweaverofgondor).

Bumblebutts the Beekeeper cat:

Three words: Goofy, Cheery, Proud.

Bio: Just a sweet little queen taking care of her bees. She claims to speak bee and has never been stung by one. She is very prideful of her work and loves to chat with the queen bees.

Family: Twin of Butterbow. Mate of Chi-Isma and Flamebo (@storyweaverofgondor ocs), and eventual mother of Decora, Bumfuzzle, and Flicker.

Butterbow the Lobster Boat cat:

Three words: Vain, Passionate, Serious.

Bio: Butterbow is a very stern queen, taking her role as "Captain" of her owners' lobster boat. She takes extreme pride in what she does, and doesn't take it lightly at all. She does however have one insecurity: she had an accident which led to a terrible scar on her head, and she covers it up with a raincoat.

Family: Twin of Bumblebutts.

Khenti the Messenger cat:

Three words: Efficient, Charming, Intense.

Bio: The official messenger of the Jellicle tribe. She travels far and wide to send letters and important diplomatic documents. She hails from Egypt, and came to London for adventure, finding a tribe and love in the process.

Family: Mate of Charlie and TimTam.

Jinx the Cheshire cat:

Three words: Violent, Troubled, Firm.

Bio: As daughter of Macavity and princess of The Hidden Paws, Jinx is under immense pressure. She was called unlucky by her birth parents and abandoned as a result, and she was found by Macavity and declared his heir. She is known to lash out, and many fires have been linked to her.

Family: Adopted daughter of Macavity and Cheddar, adopted sister of Chicken Wing. Girlfriend of GrumBuskin. Eventual mother of Agatha and Fergus.

Magnolia the garden cat:

Three words: Sensitive, Kind, Intelligent.

Bio: Maggie loves flowers, absolutely adores them. Her and Bumblebutts are good friends, and they'll chat with bees together. She's always up to talk about flowers, and will give them away for every occasion.

Family: Daughter of Lizadora and MaliTart, sister of Charlie.

Tox the Mad Scientist:

Three words: Vile, Inquisitive, Cruel.

Bio: The epitome of cruelty. She views almost every cat as just a pawn or a test subject. Though she does have a tiny bit of fondness for her partner, Eris (an oc of @baconandbuscuits ), and her two children, Hollyhock (@baconandbuscuits again), Hemlock. She will not hesitate to drop them if something happens, as her all time goal is to defeat Macavity, despite working under him. She has a somewhat complicated relationship with her test subject, Barkus (yet again @baconandbuscuits ), who is also the father of Hemlock...

Family: Mate of Eris, Mother of Hollyhock and Hemlock.

Iridescence the Gift cat:

Three words: Generous, Thoughtful, Kindhearted.

Bio: A positivity spreading queen who believes love can be shown through gifts. Leaves mice on every humans doorstep and treats for all her friends. She just wants everyone to be happy, even if that means she gets hurt trying to find specific gifts...

Family: Has a crush on Goose.

Noxebris the Blues cat:

Three words: Soulful, Bold, Insecure

Bio: A sleek and soulful cat who digs the Blues. He's often in his brothers' shadows but he doesn't mind, he does his own thing. He had some level of insecurity because his style of music isn't very Jellicle-like. He's the reborn version of GrizaBella's long passed mentor.

Family: Son of GrizaBella and Old Deuteronomy, brother of Macavity and Tugger. Pining for Despoina and Mona.

Charlie the Dumpster cat:

Three words: Calm, Streetwise, Durable.

Bio: Charlie is a master at hiding. He has a deep fear of humans and would much rather slum it up in garbage than be a pet. 

Family: Son of Lizadora and MaliTart, brother of Magnolia. Mate of Khenti and TimTam.

TimTam the Bakery cat:

Three words: Lazy, Indulgent, Content.

Bio: Just a little plump cat that loves blankets and treats. Will give out day old pastries to the strays, always saving a few for himself. Idolizes Bustopher Jones.

Family: Mate of Khenti and Charlie.

Cheddar the Henchcat:

Three words:  Eager, Smitten, Capable.

Bio: Cheddar is the henchcat closest to Macavity. He's his assistant, chef, masseuse, executioner, husband, and much more. He doesn't hesitate to do whatever Macavity asks of him, and will get violent if need be.

Family: Mate of Macavity, adoptive father of Jinx and Chicken Wing.

Hemlock the Apprentice:

Three words: Bright, Aspiring, Meek.

Bio: Hemlock is nearly the exact opposite of Tox. Where she is cruel and hard, he is fair and shy.

Family: Son of Tox and Barkus, adopted son of Eris, brother of Hollyhock.

Buckaroo the Meowdy cat:

Three words: Honest, Flirtatious, Hard-working.

Bio: Just a genuine guy. Happy to help and very proud of his farm life. He was raised by horses and tends to trot and gallop. I'd compare him to Thomas from the Aristocats.

Family: Two horses called Marigold and Jesse are his adoptive parents. He has an on and off thing with Dragonsnapper.

Dragonsnapper the Larrikin cat:

Three words: Rowdy, Judgemental, Rough.

Bio: Snappy abandoned his show cat life, shaved his fur to be one big spiky mowhawk, and got a little Jean vest. Now he's trying to become the next Rockstar of the Jellicles. He idolizes Tugger somewhat, though he mainly sees him as out of date.

Family: Has an on and off thing with Buckaroo.

Gizpallid the Therapy cat:

Three words: Attentive, Deppressed, Workaholic.

Bio: Giz is disabled, his legs are paralyzed and he's in a little cat wheelchair. He feels inadequate because he can't dance like Jellicles should, though he hides it. He focuses on helping others through their issues and trying to ignore it.

Family: Mate of Socrates.

Goose the Avian cat:

Three words: Clairvoyant, Insightful, Wistful.

Bio: Goose is a special Tom, having the ability to read minds...of birds, and of birds only. It gets hard when someone else is eating a bird and he feels guilty. He wishes he could become a bird, so he can be with folks he understands.

Family: Has a crush on Iridescence.

MaliTart the Hex cat:

Three words: Grumpy, Mysterious, Wise.

Bio: Mali is just tired. They were experimented on for most of their life because of their magic, and they've become bitter from it all. They've found some happiness with their family, but they just want to rest now.

Family: Mate of Lizadora, parent of Charlie and Magnolia.

Doe:

Three words: Hospitable, Soft, Nurturing.

Bio: A southern belle with all the sweetness and hospitality. A very soft and fluffy queen, allergies are why her family dumped her. She’s still not used to the hardness of the streets, and she doesn’t think she ever will be.

Family: Mate of Axelle, adoptive mother of Palomine and Persnickety.

Palomine:

Three words: Friendly, Courageous, Uplifting.

Bio: Him and his twin were unwanted kittens, so they’ve been on the streets since birth. He’s the more outgoing of him and his brother, and is usually the one that ‘Snickety hides behind. He has high hopes that one day they’ll find a home, and he’ll be able to make new friends.

Family: Brother of Persnickety, adoptive son of Axelle and Doe.

Persnickety:

Three words: Anxious, Calculated, Shy.

Bio: The quietest and the most careful of the bunch. He prefers to run or hide rather than fight, which can lead to him getting lost. He really needs stability in life.

Family: Brother of Palomine, adoptive son of Axelle and Doe.

Axelle:

Three words: Bitter, Proficient, Receptive.

Bio: Her true owner passed away, and her owners family didn’t want her, so she was tossed outside. She tends to have a pretty negative outlook on things as a result, but that doesn’t stop her from trying hard and persevering. She’s the leader of the group basically, and really wants to get her family somewhere safe.

Family: Mate of Doe, adoptive mother of Palomine and Persnickety.

Despoina the Opera Queen:

Three words: Demure, Dulcet, Romantic

Bio: The shy and lesser known sister of Munkustrap. She had nobody to play with whenever he'd go off to train with Old D, and mainly ended up hiding as a kitten. Being alone so much let her practice her voice with no distractions, and her vocal cords developed very well, earning her title of The Opera Queen. Noxebris and her were very close as kittens and they both have feelings for each other, but their individual insecurities keep them from it.

Family: Daughter of a stray queen called Silvette (Deut knew none of his legitimate heirs were qualified to rule so he chose her son), Twin of Munkustrap. She, Mona, and Noxebris are pining for each other.

Chicken Wing the Deli Kitten:

Three words: Mischievous, Innocent, Bright

Bio: Their humans own a deli near Macavity's lair, and they wandered into it by accident. Seeing a new opportunity for a child, Cheddar immediately took them in and convinced Mac to keep them. They're Macavity's secondary heir, but they're too young to know exactly what that entails yet...

Family: Adopted child of Macavity and Cheddar, lil sibling of Jinx.

Qwerty the Office Cat:

Three words: Awkward, Straightforward, Astute.

Bio: Qwerty lives with his very nerdy owner that lives above their office. He never really leaving the office and never really chats with other cats, just watching the workers and looking at the superhero movies that his owner plays. One day, his owner left the window open and Qwerty wandered outside to get a piece of paper that the wind blew out, and he ended up catching the eye of some Jellicles. Said Jellicles helped him retrieve the paper and they all ended up chatting for hours, telling him old Jellicle tales. They invited him to the yard, able to tell this strange tom is for sure a Jellicle, and now Qwerty is looking for more ways to sneak out of the office...and maybe find this hot "Rumpus Cat" that they told him about...

Family: Doesn't have anythung but a dehabilitating crush on The Rumpus Cat.

Mona the Mime Queen:

Three words: Silent, Eerie, Dramatic

Bio: Born during a ball, under the light of the Jellicle Moon, Mona is truly a sight to behold. She looks like Buenos Aires Mistoffolees. She doesn't speak with her voice, but uses sign and interpretive dances to speak. She unnerves many cats, and may have a connection to the Everlasting Cat.

Family: Secretly pining for Noxebris and Despoina.

Wilder the Demi-god cat:

Three words: Omnipotent, Wild, Prankish.

Bio: Once upon a time the Everlasting Cat decided that she wanted a child, so she found a tom who was one of her most loyal followers and they made a kitten. Said kitten would go on to be a God version of a troublesome teenager- His Mother named him Wilder because he can always get more wild. He ditched his status as the Prince of The Heaviside layer to go have fun with all the mortals. He kept the semi immortality tho, he liked that part- these days he breaks hearts and messes with the locals, befriending one eerie boy 👀

Family: The Everlasting Cat is his Mama and his Dad was some normal cat who passed away a while ago.

Ruby the Pollicle Cat:

Three words: Fierce, Loyal, Determined.

Bio: A little ways from the Jellicle Junkyard, there is another junkyard, only this one hold Pollicles. Most of the Pollicles are owned by the junkyard master, but a fair bit of them are just strays that took sanctuary among the garbage. Ruby’s Mother had just had a litter of puppies, and she happened to find a little kitten who’d been thrown away, she then raised Ruby as her own and as if she was a dog. Ruby is a tortoiseshell American Curl cat, she solely believes that she should have been born an actual dog. She knows very well thats she’s a cat, but she ignores it in favor of proving herself over and over again as a dog. She’s very fierce and protective of her junkyard, and can easily handle herself among her pack.

Family: She has been somewhat adopted by Waltze (another of my ocs), alongside a bunch of other dogs her age.

[darckcarnival]

Unusual Muse Associations!

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~SPICE: Allspice berries + Mahlab Spice Complex sweetness makes allspice berries versatile, in both sweet and savory dishes- add ground allspice to Jamaican jerk rubs and stews, to spice cakes, cookies, and grilled fruits. Sweet, Savory. + These pits add an ultra-luxurious almond, nutty, and vanilla flavor with a slightly bitter after taste. Mahlab spice works with baked goods like pastries, bread, rice pudding, honey, and cheese desserts and is frequently found throughout Greece, Turkey, and Egypt. Both of these fit her style of cooking and personality.

~WEATHER: Clear skies after a rain + Sunny days in winter or Autumn The fresh dew on the ground, how the skies clear up after a storm has hit the land. The calming and clean after math of whatever comes, and is ready to be nurtured, or to be rescued from what remains. She comes in the storm, and will do her best to clean up the after math, won't shy away. With the snow, she was born in winter, loves it so, but the sunlight while the exact opposite of her nature as a creature, always looks so beautiful when bringing in that new day in the quiet season. Of course, autumn has always seemed fitting as well. The warmth of life wilting into hibernation, and Halloween.

~PRIMARY COLOUR: Shades of Purple This goes without saying, as purple has always been her sunglasses, and the vibrant pop against the rest of her lower tones. Purple can bring great fortune and luck, as well as an ominous warning when in its darker shades. A double meaning in it's tints, and depends on whom perceives such color. But for Darck she just has always loved it so. Purple is a lot of things. It’s mysterious. It’s magical. It can be playful, but it can also be reverent.

~COLOUR OF THE SKY: Sunsets, and Sunrise The way pastels of oranges and reds, fade into purples and blues, following the sun setting, offering the last rays of warmth before the calm night washes over the land. Bringing with it both rest and warning. Gorgeous colors that Darck loves to watch. But when the night sky erupts, showing the stars in the inky shades above, is much like tiny lights, or flecks of lost paints, that bring out the most of what she is and a gift unto the world. That it is still turning, still a new day will rise in the morn when Sunrise comes, to bring the vibrant colors once more into being.

~MAGICAL POWER: Shadow Step The power to manipulate shadows and darkness came at a cost, one that left lasting scars mentally and emotionally with everything that followed. But now, she relies on this deeply, moving about at impossible speed, ignoring blockades most of the time. And capable of using shadow as a weapon once solidified. Or as an extra limb, on the rare occasion, yet requires great focus.

~SHOE: High tops + Combat Boots Originally, Darck once wore black and white high top converse when relaxing and not out working, when younger. But when out in the world and needing to be ready for anything, Combat Boots with steel toe are the average shoe, always.

~HOUSEPLANT: Succulent + Lavender Succulents mean loyalty and endurance, timeless, love endless either friendship or romantic. Trustworthy and unshaken no matter the drought, a type of cactus but smaller. Lavender flowers represent purity, silence, devotion, serenity, grace, and calmness. As well as the purple hue bringing an air of elegance to it. But can also use this plant for medicine and tea, to both heal you and welcome you.

~BLADE WEAPON: Dagger Darck always has an old Romanian dagger on her person as a blade of choice. It's longer than a combat knife, but just as swift and deadly, this object meant to never be broken. The one weapon she can always fall back on should it stay in her hand, and tied with her family ancestry.

~SCHOOL SUBJECT: Science, History, P.E. As much as she is a woman good with words and understanding other quickly, one might think English. But no, she has always loved different science classes! So very many and she paid close attention as well when a kid. Combine that with her excitement into all sorts of history, the two subjects always go hand in hand. And both have followed Darck into her adult hood and has even helped work in her favor on missions or knowing situations. Of course, P.E. goes without saying, she was always incredibly active and physically interested in things. Since being changed into half vampire, this fact became key.

~SOCIAL MEDIA: ?????? She'd not have a lot of anything. Maybe an untagged youtube account, without any connection to her real name, and a couple email accounts. But things like twitter? Nah, she uses ghost accounts to keep an eye on things, but otherwise she doesn't exist. A ghost in the machine.

~MAKEUP PRODUCT: Foundation and Concealer While she does not wear make up in general, almost never unless special occasion calls for the need- then these two products she will use more commonly if needed. Because it can cover up the darker circles under her eyes when it's demanded, or can hide the odd scars around her skin and neck. Making less questions when needing to hide them.

~CANDY: Elderberry Jam While it technically does not count as candy, in this case for how she eats it, it does. Darck loves Elderberry items in general, loves all of them, but jam specifically she will put a spoon in and eat straight. It's... A comfort food, and a reminder of better days. Hold over from humanity and younger years.

~ICE CUBE SHAPE: Crushed Easier to mix with, and smaller bits to put into things. As well as an easy way to work out frustration, by crushing ice in her hand, or biting down and crunching it, and letting it melt, the cold temp cooling her off. Helps a lot when needing to work in hotter climates.

~ART STYLE: Sketched Lines, Carvings Sketches of people and places to compare things, and keep close always, if photos fail. As well as making carvings and smaller gifts or engravings, just to give others.

~MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: Gryphon + Dragon Grphons, with the body of a lion, the wings and head of and eagle; representing the kings of both animals and the birds. They may also bear the ears of a horse. Known for guarding, protection, and loyalty, griffins are protectors from evil, slander, and witchcraft as well. Some symbolism depicts both the divine and the human. ​In heraldry, griffin stands for courage, leadership and strength. Pictured as fierce, they have gained respect over ages too. A Dragon can mean both good and bad in equal measure, with a similar spirit animal and spirit guide being found in the fierce and protective Lion. Dragon's often times are depicted as destructive, territorial, cunning, and dangerous by it's enemies. Capable of bringing about great pain and sorrow. But for an ally, the Dragon can be protective, representing hoards of what it holds dear, and a deep wisdom for survival and an apex predator. A valiant protector and violent towards its enemies.

~PIECE OF STATIONARY: Writing paper, Letters Papyrus, printer paper, freshly written letters to be sent, typewriters and ink ribbons- anything for writing. As that has been Darck's go to of her open original communication with friends and loved ones when trapped, or too scared and shy to show herself in some instances. A safety net, to still communicate. And even to this day when able to be in person, still with this method come into play, often leaving notes and letters for others.

~THREE EMOJIS: 🦇🕶☕️

~CELESTIAL BODY: Moon + Pluto Moon: emotion The moon is also not a planet by scientific measures—but in astrology, it functions similarly as an influential celestial body. In this case, it reflects our emotions, senses, instincts, intuition, and unconscious selves, says Lang. Pluto: rebirth While it may not be scientifically classified as a planet anymore, Pluto plays a similar role within the astrology space—in this case ruling over regenerative forces in the body, death, and rebirth, says Lang: “It relates to the deep psychological aspect of ourselves and the unconscious.”

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Tagging: You! Steal it from me and tag me.

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@azra-ambarih // special summon room service

It was no special occasion when the key one day appears on his nightstand . Made of golden alloy, there were characters embedded on its bow - kanji and hieroglyphics on either side reading "ROOFTOP ."

Should he think to venture to the rooftop - key slotting perfectly in a special keyhole of the elevator to be able to press the respective floor button - he would find these:

a sky covered in glass panes and sparse ceiling sprinklers, heating the room a few degrees more than the current outdoor temperature ;

young pomegranate trees and vines lining the edges of the space ; and

thickets of papyrus stalks surrounding a small artificial pond, where pads of lotus flowers floated about .

It was no Aaru, nor was it Ancient Egypt in its luxurious splendor by the Nile, but perhaps it would suffice . And it only took three years to put it all together - how's that for efficiency ?

Kaiba Seto being dramatic with grandeur gifts daily || always open

One glance was enough to deduce who left that mysterious item; nobody else in Atem's life was so cryptic about things. Usually people just... speak to each other. Kaiba wasn't best at speaking, though. With a curiosity and a smile, Egyptian took the key and went on a little journey.

Scarlet hues glimmered when met with a sight; one breath stolen from him; one beat of heart stolen from him. Kaiba Seto did it again - another surprise that transcended common sense. Next time Atem blinks, there would be entire artificial island built just to resemble Ancient Egypt a bit.

After an initial shock was over, Atem took out his phone to message the miracle-making boyfriend.

[txt to: Kaibae] come over here i want to fuck u in a pond 💦

[txt] bring over fresh pomegranate

[txt] for foreplay ;)))

[txt] thats an order Seto 🔪

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ITALIAN MUSIC

Aida: Celeste Aida

To celebrate 300 followers, here I come with a new translation project; namely, for Italian songs.

I decided to start with lyrical music, which, next to popular songs, are the oldest I could find, to gradually move on to more recent times.

The aria I'll translate in this post comes from the Aida. A four-act opera by Giuseppe Verdi on a libretto by Antonio Ghislanzoni. It was commissioned by Ismail Pasha, khedivè of Egypt, with intercession by Auguste Mariette, first director of the Egyptian Museum of Cairo, in the occasion of the opening of the Suez Canal.

The plot goes as follows: Ethiopian princess Aida has been captured during an Egyptian campaign against her country, but nobody knows her actual rank and considers her just a serving girl. Her father is planning to invade Egypt to retrieve her,but she has fallen in love with the young Egyptian commander Radames. This guy is chosen to be the one to lead Egypt's army against Amonasro, Aida's father, leaving the poor girl torn between the love for her father and country and that for her lover; in the meantime, she is tormented by Amneris' the Pharaoh's daughter, who is also in love with Radames. 

The Egyptian general wins the battle, and shows up with Ethiopian prisoners among whomst, unknown to everyone, is Amonasro. He manages to convince the Pharaoh to concede liberty to the war prisoners, except for Aida and Amonasro as hostages. But during a private conversation with Aida, he ends up revealing her information on the position of the Egyptian troops; Aida and her father escape, and Radames is left there believing he has betrayed his king and country. He is sentenced to death by being buried alive, but Aida reaches him to share his sentence; the two lovers accept to die together renewing their feelings for each other, and Amneris is left in tears on their grave.

This aria come from the first act; sung bt Radames, about his desire to be the general and prove himself to everyone - and especially Aida.

Se quell guerrier io fossi

Were I that warrior

Se il mio sogno si avverasse

Were my dream to come true

Un esercito di prodi da me guidato

An army of braves led by me

e la vittoria e il plauso di Menfi tutta

and victory and praise from all of Memphis

E a te, mia dolce Aida

And to you, my sweet Aida

Tornar di lauri cinto

Return crowned in laurel

Dirti: per te ho pugnato per te ho vinto

Tell you: for you I fought for you I won

Celeste Aida, forma divina

Heavenly Aida, divine form

Mistico serto di luce e fior

Mystic crown of light and flowers

Del mio pensiero tu sei regina

You are the queen of my thought

Tu di mia vita sei lo splendor

You are the splendor of my life

Il tuo bel cielo vorrei ridarti

I'd like to give back to you your beautiful sky,

Le dolci brezze del patrio suol

The sweet breezes of your native land

Un regal serto sul crin posarti

To place a royal crown on your head

Ergerti un trono vicino al sol, ah

To build you a throne next to the sun

Celeste Aida, forma divina

Heavenly Aida, divine form,

Mistico raggio di luce e fior

Mystic ray of light and flowers

Del mio pensiero tu sei regina

You are the queen of my thought

Tu di mia vita sei lo splendor

You are the splendor of my life

Il tuo bel cielo vorrei ridarti

I'd like to give back to you your beautiful sky

a throne next to the sun

Le dolci brezze del patrio suol

the sweet breezes of the native land

Un regal serto sul crin posarti

to place a royal crown on your head

Ergerti un trono vicino al sol

To build you a throne next to the sun

Un trono vicino al sol

A throne next to the sun

Un trono vicino al sol

a throne next to the sun

Check the reblogs to hear the music, because this hellsite of Tumblr doesn't show posts in the tags if there are external links.

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Mehendi Wale Haath: A Timeless Tradition of Henna Art and Cultural Significance

Explore the enchanting world of Mehendi Wale Haath, a timeless tradition that blends intricate henna designs with deep cultural significance and celebration.

Mehendi Wale Haath: A Timeless Tradition of Henna Art and Cultural Significance

Mehendi Wale Haath, translating to "hands adorned with henna," is a phrase that conjures images of intricate, beautiful designs painted on the skin. This ancient art form has been a significant part of cultural celebrations, especially in South Asia and the Middle East, for thousands of years. Beyond its aesthetic appeal, mehendi is deeply rooted in tradition, symbolizing joy, love, and auspiciousness.

Historical Roots of Mehendi

The origins of mehendi can be traced back over 5,000 years, with historical records indicating its use in ancient Egypt, India, and the Middle East. Initially valued for its cooling properties, henna paste was applied to the hands and feet to soothe and cool the body. Over time, it evolved into an intricate art form.

In ancient India, mehendi found its place in Vedic rituals and ceremonies. The Mughal era further popularized this art, introducing elaborate and delicate designs that have become synonymous with Indian weddings and festivals. Mehendi Wale Haath, with their intricate patterns, became a symbol of festivity and celebration.

Cultural Significance of Mehendi Wale Haath

In Indian culture, mehendi holds a special place, especially in weddings. The mehendi ceremony, a pre-wedding ritual, is one of the most joyous occasions. The bride's hands and feet are adorned with elaborate mehendi designs, often featuring motifs like paisleys, flowers, and even the groom's name hidden within the patterns. This ceremony is not just about beautification; it is a celebration of love and togetherness, with friends and family coming together to celebrate.

Traditionally, the darkness of the mehendi stain is believed to signify the strength of the bride and groom's love and the affection between the bride and her in-laws. Mehendi is also considered to bring good fortune and protect against evil spirits. During festivals like Diwali, Eid, and Karva Chauth, women adorn their hands with mehendi, symbolizing joy, prosperity, and marital happiness.

The Art of Creating Mehendi Wale Haath

The process of creating Mehendi Wale Haath is an art that requires precision and creativity. The henna paste is made from the powdered leaves of the henna plant, mixed with water, lemon juice, and essential oils. This paste is then applied using a cone or tube, allowing the artist to draw intricate designs.

Different regions have distinct styles of mehendi art:

Indian Mehendi: Characterized by intricate and detailed patterns that often cover the entire hand and forearm. Common motifs include flowers, peacocks, and paisleys.

Arabic Mehendi: Known for its bold and less intricate designs, Arabic mehendi features floral patterns and geometric shapes, often leaving significant portions of the skin bare.

Pakistani Mehendi: A blend of Indian and Arabic styles, Pakistani mehendi is elaborate, covering both the front and back of the hands with detailed designs.

Moroccan Mehendi: Distinguished by its geometric patterns and symmetry, Moroccan mehendi is less floral and more abstract compared to other styles.

Modern Trends in Mehendi Wale Haath

While traditional mehendi designs remain popular, modern brides and artists are embracing new trends and innovations. These contemporary styles blend tradition with modern aesthetics, resulting in unique and personalized designs.

White Henna: Using a different formulation, white henna creates a striking contrast against the skin, offering a modern twist to traditional designs.

Glitter Mehendi: Adding glitter and colorful stones to mehendi designs adds a touch of glamour and sparkle.

Minimalist Designs: Focusing on clean lines and negative space, minimalist mehendi is perfect for those who prefer a subtle yet elegant look.

Personalized Designs: Incorporating elements that reflect the bride and groom's personalities, such as initials, significant dates, or favorite motifs, adds a personal touch to the designs.

Symbolism of Mehendi Wale Haath

Mehendi Wale Haath is more than just a visual delight; it carries deep symbolism and cultural significance. The practice of applying mehendi is a celebration of art, tradition, and community. It brings people together, creating bonds and memories that last a lifetime.

For brides, Mehendi Wale Haath is a rite of passage, marking the transition from singlehood to married life. It is a symbol of love, fertility, and prosperity. For the community, it is a way to celebrate and uphold traditions that have been passed down through generations.

Conclusion

Mehendi Wale Haath encapsulates the beauty of tradition and the artistry of henna designs. This timeless practice, with its intricate patterns and deep cultural roots, continues to enchant and inspire people around the world. Whether for weddings, festivals, or personal expression, the tradition of mehendi remains a cherished and integral part of cultural celebrations. Its enduring appeal and evolving trends ensure that Mehendi Wale Haath will continue to be a beloved tradition for generations to come.

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May 15th: Bring Flowers To Someone Day

Romantic Drama: Write a heartwarming love story about a person who surprises their partner with a bouquet of wildflowers every week. Explore the significance of this ritual in their relationship.

Mystery: Craft a mystery novel where a detective receives a mysterious bouquet of flowers every day, each with a hidden clue that leads to a series of unsolved cases.

Historical Fiction: Set your story in the Victorian era, focusing on the elaborate language of flowers (floriography) and the subtle messages conveyed through bouquets. Write about a forbidden love that blooms through secret flower exchanges.

Fantasy: In a fantastical realm, tell a story about a magical florist who can infuse flowers with emotions. Explore how the gift of an enchanted bouquet impacts the lives of those who receive them.

Contemporary Drama: Create a character-driven drama about a grieving widow who receives an anonymous bouquet of flowers every year on the anniversary of their spouse's death, prompting them to uncover the identity of the sender.

Children's Fiction: Write a children's story about a young child who collects and shares wildflowers with their friends to spread happiness and positivity in their community.

Romantic Comedy: Craft a lighthearted romantic comedy where a florist with an unconventional sense of humor creates unique and humorous bouquets for a customer who eventually falls in love with them.

Post-Apocalyptic: Set your story in a post-apocalyptic world where resources are scarce, and a character uses scavenged wildflowers to brighten the spirits of their group, sparking hope in a bleak landscape.

Science Fiction: In a futuristic world, explore a scenario where flowers have become rare and highly sought after. Write about a botanist who discovers a hidden garden and begins sharing the precious flowers with others.

Historical Mystery: Write a mystery set in ancient Egypt, where an archaeologist finds a bouquet of perfectly preserved flowers in a tomb, leading to an unexpected revelation about the tomb's occupant.

Horror: Craft a horror story where a character receives a bouquet of cursed flowers, unleashing supernatural events and dark forces that haunt their life.

Science Fiction Thriller: Set your story in a dystopian future where genetically modified flowers are used for espionage. Write about a spy who uses secret messages hidden within bouquets to carry out covert missions.

Historical Fiction: Write a historical fiction story set in medieval times, where a knight presents a rare and exotic flower to a noblewoman as a symbol of their admiration and loyalty.

Family Drama: Create a family drama where a grandparent imparts the tradition of sharing wildflowers to their grandchild, passing down the value of kindness and thoughtfulness.

Journaling: Reflect on a memorable experience of giving or receiving flowers. Describe the occasion, the emotions it evoked, and the significance of the floral gift.

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Unraveling the Sweet History and Timeless Charm of Fruit Cake

In the realm of desserts, there's one delicacy that stands the test of time, evoking nostalgia and delight with every bite: the humble fruit cake. Often associated with festive seasons, weddings, and family gatherings, fruit cake holds a special place in culinary traditions worldwide. Let's embark on a journey to discover the rich history, cultural significance, and delightful variations of this beloved confection.

A Slice of History: The origins of fruit cake trace back centuries, with roots in ancient Egypt and Rome. Early recipes included nuts, honey, and dried fruits, symbolizing wealth, fertility, and longevity. Over time, fruit cake evolved, influenced by trade routes and regional ingredients. In medieval Europe, it became a symbol of celebration, with each ingredient carrying symbolic meaning. By the Victorian era, fruit cake became synonymous with Christmas, adorned with marzipan and icing as a festive treat.

The Art of Fruit Cake Making: Crafting the perfect fruit cake is akin to an art form, requiring patience, precision, and a touch of creativity. Traditional recipes vary from country to country, with ingredients ranging from citrus peel and candied fruits to rum-soaked raisins and spices. The key lies in the balance of flavors and textures, ensuring a moist crumb and a burst of fruity goodness in every bite. Whether baked in a loaf pan or a Bundt tin, fruit cake exudes warmth and comfort, filling homes with irresistible aromas.

Cultural Significance: Beyond its delectable taste, fruit cake holds deep cultural significance in many societies. In England, it's a staple of Christmas celebrations, often enjoyed with a cup of tea or mulled wine. In the Caribbean, fruit cake, or "black cake," is a cherished part of weddings and holidays, steeped in rum for months to enhance its flavor. In the Southern United States, fruit cake takes on a lighter, citrusy profile, enjoyed during the holiday season and special occasions.

Modern Twists and Trends: While traditional fruit cake recipes endure, modern interpretations offer a fresh take on this classic dessert. Health-conscious bakers experiment with gluten-free and vegan alternatives, using dried fruits, nuts, and alternative sweeteners for a guilt-free indulgence. Creative variations include chocolate-dipped fruit cake bites, fruit cake muffins, and even fruit cake ice cream, showcasing the versatility of this timeless treat.

Preserving Tradition: In an age of mass-produced sweets, homemade fruit cake preserves the essence of tradition and craftsmanship. Many families cherish heirloom recipes passed down through generations, each batch infused with memories and love. From meticulously soaking fruits in brandy to meticulously decorating with edible flowers, every step is a labor of love, culminating in a masterpiece to be shared and savored.

Conclusion: In a world filled with fleeting fads and trends, fruit cake remains a steadfast symbol of heritage, joy, and togetherness. Whether enjoyed during the holidays or as a token of celebration, its timeless appeal transcends borders and generations. So, the next time you bite into a slice of fruit cake, savor not just its flavors but the stories and traditions woven into every crumb. After all, there's nothing quite like the sweet embrace of a well-made fruit cake to warm the heart and nourish the soul.