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valaenatargaryensdragon · 7 months

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The Queen's Gambit

pairing: Fanon!Viserys Targaryen x Female OC

summary: Vanesha Lannister will not rest until she reaches her goal.

Word count: 1,7K

Warnings: Smut, P in V, squirting

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The Red Keep stood tall, its imposing towers casting shadows over the city of King's Landing. Within its walls, a game of power and ambition unfolded, and at the center of it all was Vanesha Lannister.

She was a woman of intelligence and cunning, possessing a beauty that could captivate even the most resolute of men. But her true strength lay in her ability to identify weaknesses and exploit them. Viserys I Targaryen, the King of Westeros, was her latest prey.

As Vanesha walked through the gilded corridors of the Red Keep, her mind churned with calculated thoughts. She knew of Viserys' insatiable desire for sons, heirs to carry on the Targaryen legacy. It was a vulnerability she intended to exploit to the fullest.

In the candlelit chambers, she found Viserys engrossed in his own thoughts. His brow furrowed as he stared at a map of Westeros, contemplating the future of his dynasty. He looked up as Vanesha entered, and for a moment, his expression softened.

"Vanesha," he said, his voice laced with a longing he could barely conceal. "You look as radiant as ever."

Vanesha smiled, a calculated glint in her sapphire eyes. She moved closer to him, her movements graceful and deliberate. "My lord, I've been thinking," she began, her voice a velvet whisper. "Have you noticed how few daughters my family has produced over the years? It's always sons, strong sons to carry the name of Lannister."

Viserys, ever the dreamer of male heirs, nodded eagerly. "Yes, I've heard the tales. The Lannisters are blessed with sons, while the Targaryens..."

Vanesha's hand gently touched his arm, a subtle caress that sent a shiver down Viserys' spine. "It's a trait that runs in my blood, my lord. And I would be honored to provide you with the sons you so dearly desire."

Viserys' eyes widened, his vulnerability laid bare. It was a promise he had longed to hear, and Vanesha knew she had him ensnared. The courtship began, a dance of seduction and manipulation, and Viserys was utterly captivated.

Years passed, and Vanesha became Viserys' confidante and advisor. Her beauty remained undiminished, even after childbirth, as she presented him with not one, but three sons. The King was besotted, his every decision influenced by the woman who had fulfilled his dreams.

In the shadows of the Red Keep, Vanesha Lannister's ambition thrived, and Viserys I Targaryen remained a willing puppet, unaware of the strings that bound him to her will.

"Gods yes" Vanesha's head fell back, pure pleasure coursing through her body. She wanted nothing more than to stay in this moment forever.

"Viserys please" Vanesha moaned out loud. her thighs burned from the position. Viserys smirked watching her bounce on his cock, she looked like a goddess, his cock so deep inside of her, filling her.

"Take it" Viserys ordered, grunting as he pushed his hips up to meet her thrusts. Vanesha felt her whole body beginning to tremble with the orgasm coursing through her fighting to come forward.

"So close" She cried. her arms wrapped around his neck yelping when he moved. Her whines made his heart thump as he pulled out of her hole.

"Whore" Viserys smirked. he manhandled her body to move her to kneel on the bed. He pushed her down on her hands before entering her again.

"Viserys!" She squeaked, desperate to cum again. Viserys' hips snapped forward into her, burying his entire length inside. He felt delicious, so deep inside of her. He had already pulled an orgasm from her earlier with his lips merely suckling on her breast, emptying them helping her with the ache from not breast feeding their newest addition, Jahaerys, their son was being fed by the wet nurse while Vanesha finished her queenly duties.

"Yes, you like to be filled up, don't you?" Viserys asked. He never felt anymore power than he did with his cock deep inside of her cunt.

"Yes fill me up, give me a child" Vanesha whined, she pushed her hips back wanting him deeper. One of her hands sneaked in between her thighs, rubbing her pearl furiously.

"Cumming" She warned, Viserys picked up his pace. Vanesha's eyes rolled back with pure pleasure. She gasped when he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her back.

"Viserys" She moaned, her back falling on his chubby belly. Her head rested back on his shoulder giving him access to kiss up and down her neck. He pushed her hand away and took over rubbing her clit.

She wiggled in his arm with overstimulation, he was adamant on making her cum having heard that when a woman cums there are higher chances to conceive. After the orgasm he gave her from suckling on her breasts he moved down to suckle on the same clit he was rubbing like a mad man, she made him a mad man and he was happy with it.

"Shit" She wailed hoarsly, her whole body falling forward, the knot in her stomach snapping making her gush around Viserys' cock. Viserys watched proudly as his wife's body trembled under him but refusing to push his cock out, her hips moving back unconsciously keeping him inside.

Vanesha shivered as Viserys ran his hands up and down her side to comfort her. She moved back on her hands and looked back over her shoulder at Viserys with a dazed smile. Viserys grinned in return and resumed the movement of his hips.

"I shall make sure your womb is filled to the brim with my seed tonight" Viserys declared. One of his hands moved onto her lower belly and pressed down on it. Vanesha gasped deliciously eating the pleasure he gave. She was ready to give him a millions sons.

"Don't stop" She begged, she was desperate. Viserys picked up his pace feeling his balls tighten, he was close.

"Fill me with your royal seed" Vanesha begged. She was going to give him more children, she was going to choke him with them, she was going to rule him with them.

Viserys' head fell back, her soaked pussy was just right, he has never felt this kind of pleasure before. He wanted to devour her if possible. His thick finger rand down till they reached down between her legs pinching her pearl again.

Vanesha's cried echoed off the the walls losing herself to the pleasure. Each touch made her skin light up on fire. Viserys collected her wetness and moved his hand up to her face. Vanesha opened her mouth welcoming his fingers into her mouth, moaning loudly when she tasted herself on his fingers.

"Good breeding mare" Viserys praised. Vanesha almost fainted right then and there at his words. She sucked his fingers as if they were his cock.

"Viserys" Vanesha moaned around his fingers. He pushed her tongue down, moaning when she swirled it around his fingers.

"Fucking hell, will fill you up with another son" He gasped quickening his thrusts. Vanesha thrashed in between his arms. he pulled out his fingers from her mouth with a pop. Vanesha cried now moans on full volume with nothing blocking them from coming out of her mouth.

She thrashed and cried and pushed back and forward, her orgasm was like fire, her back arched like the one of a cat as she squirted. Viserys pushed his cock inside of her as deep as possible making sure to shoot his seed as deep inside of her as possible, not to waste a singular drop even when he walls resisted him, even when her liquids tried to push him out.

The birth of their fourth son, Aeryn, marked another significant moment in Vanesha Lannister's plan for power and influence within House Targaryen. She had already achieved the unimaginable - securing her position as the mother of four sons, each of them a potential heir to the Iron Throne.

As Aeryn's cries echoed through the halls of the Red Keep, Vanesha held the newborn close, her mind racing with thoughts of the future. She had successfully given Viserys the sons he so desired, and now her attention turned to the next phase of her ambitious scheme.

In the privacy of their chambers, she broached the topic with the king, her voice gentle yet persuasive. "My love," she began, "I cannot help but think of the future of our sons. Aegon, our eldest, is a true heir in every sense. Strong and capable, he embodies the qualities of a future king."

Viserys, who had longed for male heirs, listened intently. "You speak the truth, Vanesha. Aegon is a fine boy, and I'm proud to call him my son."

Encouraged by his response, Vanesha continued, her words carefully chosen. "Rhaenyra is a remarkable girl, but it's well known that sons are favored in the realm. Aegon should be our heir, my love. It's the best way to secure the future of House Targaryen."

Viserys hesitated, torn between tradition and the desires of his heart. "Rhaenyra is my daughter," he replied, his voice filled with paternal affection.

Vanesha placed a reassuring hand on his arm, her eyes filled with concern. "I understand your love for her, my king. But we must consider the stability of the realm. Aegon is the strongest choice, and he would have the support of many lords and allies."

Viserys contemplated her words, his gaze fixed on the newborn Aeryn. He had always dreamed of strong sons to carry on the Targaryen legacy, and now he had them. The idea of naming Aegon as his heir, instead of Rhaenyra, held a certain appeal.

Vanesha continued to work her persuasive charm, planting the seeds of doubt in Viserys' mind regarding Rhaenyra's suitability as an heir. She knew that, with time, she could mold his thoughts to align with her ambitions.

As the days turned into weeks and months, Vanesha's influence grew, and the idea of Aegon as the heir to the Iron Throne gained traction. Viserys, still enamored with his sons, began to entertain the possibility.

Little did he know that his queen, Vanesha Lannister, was orchestrating a quiet revolution, one that could alter the course of history in Westeros. The future of House Targaryen hung in the balance, and the queen's ambitions knew no bounds.

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gracielikegrapes · 3 months

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Targaryen Brides! Averaged over vague time periods within Targ Dynasty. Only have 4 because I didn't like the others :)

Before Conquest : Traditional wedding garb. Spun Canvas. Ref: Rhaenyra in House of the Dragon.

After Conquest 13ac - 48ac : Simple but Tasteful dress more in line with Westerosi traditions. Velvet with Satin trim. Ref: Arwen in Return of the King.

Golden Age 49ac - 120ac : Leading fashion in noble circles and court with a lot of heraldry. Predominately silk with Myrish lace. Ref: Danielle in Ever After.

After Dance of the Dragons 129ac - 180ac : Slightly more demure in cut with less opulence however still showcasing wealth and status e.g. no myrish lace but stoned with citrine, jasper and pearls. Ref: Buttercup in The Princess Bride.

#fanart #asoiaf #hotd #old valyria #valyrian wedding #asoiaf wedding #targaryen

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daemonsdivorcerock · 1 year

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THE DANCE OF THE DRAGONS || d.targaryen

IN WHICH: the seven kingdoms gains a new monarch; queen (name) i targaryen. the new queen goes to dragonstone to talk peace with rhaenyra, which goes south. daemon is named hand of the queen and war comes to the seven kingdoms. and the dragons dance.

REQUESTED: yes/no

PAIRING: daemon targaryen x fem!targaryen reader

AUTHOR’S NOTES: part five of the shrew of king’s landing series!! so impressed with how well the series is doing and appreciating your lovely comments. reader is described as having silver hair. this is the last part of the series before the second series comes out.

WARNINGS: incest (bucket loads), targaryen shenanigans, mentions of bastardy/illegitimacy, mentions of usurping, war, death, angst, uncle/niece incest, cousin/cousin incest, typical attitudes, typical westerosi shenanigans, typical as asoiaf shit etc

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IT WAS A BRIGHT MORNING WHEN THE SEVEN KINGDOMS GAINED A NEW QUEEN. (Name) adorned a deep rouge-coloured, velvet dress with a black cloak with the symbol of her house on the back. The three headed dragon. She sat in the wheelhouse, which was being driven through the streets of King’s Landing.

She heard the cheers and applauding of the people from outside. (Name) had always been popular with the peoples of the Seven Kingdoms. Present in the wheelbarrow, was the Hand of the Queen, Daemon Targaryen.

(Name)’s eyes glance out through a small gap in the wheelhouse. “My love?” Daemon queried, squeezing her hand, “What troubles my wife today?”.

She let out a sharp exhale, glancing at her husband’s violet coloured eyes. “What if we are making the wrong decision?” (Name) queried, holding Daemon’s hand, “What if this whole cause has been wrong? Rhaenyra was father’s heir. I have no right doing this,”.

Daemon shuffled over to his wife and kissed her lips. He pulled away, glancing into her eyes. “You have every right to be doing this,” he reassured, “You are my wife. The eldest child of my late brother. You are the rightful Queen of the Seven Kingdoms,”.

(Name) gratefully smiled at her husband, kissing him again. “And you are my rightful King Consort and Hand of the Queen,” she playfully teased. She shrieked, feeling Daemon’s hands trying to undo the lacing on the back of her dress, “Have you gone mad? I am to be your Queen, it is improper!”.

Daemon growled into her neck, retracting his hands. “Shrew,” he teasingly spoke, “I have a proposition. That the Queen attend the coronation…”

Raising her eyebrows and smirking playfully, she queried; “Or…?”. Daemon merely smirked, toying with the Valyrian Steel necklace, that he had gifted her twenty years prior, around her neck.

“She can get on her knees,” Daemon coyly spoke. This made (Name)’s eyes widen and an audible gasp escape her lips, “Fortunately…we do happen to be alone in this godforsaken wheelhouse…”.

Crowned before the masses. The common folk of King’s Landing. Lords of the Major Houses of the Seven Kingdoms. And most importantly, her kin. Her supporters stood gathered to witness the first Queen to ascend the Iron Throne within the Targaryen dynasty.

“Let it be known, that (Name) Targaryen is the rightful heir to the Iron Throne,” Ser Criston Cole had announced, as the crown of the late kings Viserys I and Jaehaerys I was slowly placed atop her silver hairs.

The Grand Maester was the one was placing the crown atop her head. It was heavier that it looked. “In the presence of the Lords of the Major Houses, the masses and under the Seven, I crown thee Queen (Name) of House Targaryen, the First of Her Name, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lady of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm,”.

The masses and the witnesses broke out into applause. Wielding the sword of Aegon the Conqueror, Blackfyre, (Name) smiled. “I hear by devote my whole life to the Seven Kingdoms and bettering Westeros. I devote my strength, my wisdom, my attention and my whole being to my kingdom,” she declared, earning her a loud thunder of applause.

Daemon was crowned her King Consort. Daenerys was crowned as Heir to the Throne and Princess of Dragonstone.

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In the days following (Name)’s coronation, she was sure that Rhaenyra would have heard the news of her ascension. Daenerys had birthed a third child, another son named Maelor, since then.

She found herself in the courtyard that afternoon, gazing at the red leaves of the Weirwood Tree. It was one of her favourite places in the Seven Kingdoms. “Something troubles you, my Queen?” a thick, Northern accented voice asks.

(Name) turns around to see the smiling figure of the Lord of Winterfell. “Cregan!” She cheers, racing towards him and enveloping him into a tight hug, “It has been too long!”.

He smiles into the crook of her neck before he is released from the hug. She cups his cheeks, moving his hair back from his face. “It has, my Queen,” Cregan says, “Far too long. Sixteen years, I believe. You look wonderful,”.

“As do you,” she grins, feeling a surge of elation that she has not felt since she lost Visenya surge and blossom in her heart, “What brings you to the South?”.

Cregan let out a sharp exhale, his gloved hand on (Name)’s silver locks, as the Queen furrowed her brows. “I am afraid it concerns the Princess Rhaenyra,” he begins.

She cuts him off with a hand gesture, sadly smiling. “I understand if you still support her claim to the throne,” (Name) laments, “A Stark never forgets an oath,”.

Cregan’s sharp, blue eyes pierce her soul, the very way the had during the summer they spent together. “It is not about that, my Queen,” Cregan reassures, “She wishes to meet with you on Dragonstone. To discuss the apparent succession,”.

(Name) sighs bitterly. “Let the peace talks begin,”.

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It took a few mere hours for members of the Small Council to arrive at the island of Dragonstone, the ancestral seat of House Targaryen, whilst the Queen and King Consort flew on dragon back.

As Rhaenyra confronted Otto Hightower about the “treachery” he had committed by putting her sister on the throne, a piercing screech split through the air as the near-translucent figure of Meraxes landed on the bridge.

(Name) stepped off the dragon, crown atop her head, and walked through the parted Small Council towards her elder sister. “Rhaenyra,” she greets, “I received word that you wished to speak,”.

Rhaenyra looked at her elder sister with a piercing, fixed glare. “I do,” she bitterly spoke, “What in the Seven Hells do you think you have done? You know full well that Father named me as heir, not you-”.

“Yet, I have a decent claim to the throne,” (Name) retorts, “I am our Father’s firstborn child. I have legitimate heirs, some of who in turn have legitimate heirs themselves. I have a steady and good reputation to the people. I did all the work that you had to to be heir whilst you just fucked the Commander of the City Watch and disobeyed every single conduct that is expected of a princess without giving a shit about the consequences!”.

Rhaenyra stood silently and stunned, (Name) composed herself. “I had come her to speak of peace with you,” the Queen mused, as Daemon stood behind his wife, hand on her shoulder, “If you cannot find it in yourself to behave, then I shall return back to the Red Keep,”.

“I have legitimate heirs-“ Rhaenyra tried to argue but was cut off by her sister.

(Name) laughs. “Anyone with a brain can see that Laenor Velaryon did not father those boys,” (Name) corrects, “Father is not around to defend you anymore. You had seldom supporters and a silver of claim to the throne. Yet, I will not end your life. Instead, I will welcome you at court as my Hand of the Queen. You can retain your title as Princess of Dragonstone and I will legitimise Jace as heir to Dragonstone. Luke and Joffrey will gain titles fitting of Princes yet the boys will be barred from succession, in the place of my daughter, Daenerys. Is that fair?”.

It was a good offer, Rhaenyra had to admit that. “I choose war,” Rhaenyra spits.

A heartbroken look crosses (Name)’s face as she nods. “Very well,” she bitterly answers, “Make me your villain,”.

#house of the dragon #hotd #asoiaf #fanfic #a song of ice and fire #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon x reader #daemon x y/n #matt smith #the shrew of king’s landing

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cottoncandiescupcakes · 6 months

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Me trying to date outfits from OFMD

Ed: Is just dressed like an 80s to modern day biker. The hair is 2010s style

Stede (Season 1) 1800s hair with the quiff and sideburns, 17th century accurate outfits including the sleepwear. Should be in a peruke/long wig. Stede (Season 2) 1800s hair and poet shirt, leather breeches I can't really place

Izzy: Has a pretty accurate 17th century fencing outfit on but entirely made of leather. In reality it'd be a shirt with a vest Izzy drag makeup: 30s/Edith Piaf

Lucius(season 1) 1800s hair like Stede, 1700s sailor breeches, modern day t-shirt, 70s fringe jacket, 50s scarf. Should be in a wig. Lucius (season 2) 50s shirt, 50s sailor pants, 50s scarf, entirely fifties look

The Swede(season 1) Early middle ages burlap peasant tunic, early middle ages hair, 1700s button front breeches, 70s hippie bandana The Swede(season 2) 80s Glam rocker everything

Spanish Jackie(season 1): 16th century frock coat paired with modern day pants Spanish Jackie(season 2) 80s Dynasty style sequin outfit and updo hair

Frenchie season 1: 50s or 60s beatnik clothes entirely, 70s paisley scarf Frenchie (season 2): 60s Hippie bellbottoms, velvet vest and scarf

Wee John: Again 17th century breeches with a modern day t-shirt. Wee John drag: Inspired by drag queen Divine. 70s/80s

Mary: Accurate dresses but modern day hair. No one had bangs or loose hairstyles like that.

Edit: Mary(While a widow) This is a victorian womens outfit.

Oluwande: Beanie and shirt modern day, 17th century breeches, CROCS

Jim: Just dressed like stereotypical movie cowboy, as is Calico Jack Jim(season 2): Modern day biker meets Victorian street urchin

Pete: Has on stripy pants from looks to be the late middle ages, 17th century waist coat, modern tshirt

Mr. Buttons: Has on the 18th century British navy top of a common sailor paired with chambray jeans

Not a fashion or historical clothes expert LOL just having fun. Please improve any errors!

#ofmd thoughts #ofmd season 2 #ofmd bts #ofmd behind the scenes #ofmd s2 #our flag means death #ofmd #edward teach #stede bonnet #izzy #jim #etc

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dragonsbone · 1 year

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━━ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 & 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠

“I will write,” Jon whispered. “I promise.” His voice so soft, so quiet, he worried it might've been carried away in the northern wind, along with the boy’s dream of a future with the woman he loved.

It was foolish. He understood better than anyone the many paths of a bastard’s life. None of which consisted of marriage between a noble man’s daughter and a lord’s bastard. Though, the harsh truth didn’t cease twisting of the sharp blade in his heart.

If only I bore the name Stark, he thought countless times, more in her presence. When she held his cold, calloused hands in hers, which were just as rough and rugged as his own. When she brushed her lips against his for the first time and he could taste the fruity wine lingered on her tongue. When she was ridden of her furs and velvet gowns to reveal her bare skin, willing to forsake her maidenhood to him without a sliver of doubt in her mind. If he were a trueborn son of Eddard Stark, he would’ve held her hand longer, kissed her deeper, and lied with her that very night.

But he’s no trueborn son nor a Stark. He’s a bastard of the north, burdened with the surname Snow. And now he was on his way to the Wall, soon to be sealed in his fate as a sworn brother of the Night’s Watch. Soon enough, Alynne would fulfill her own duties, marry a highborn man to compete with the wild stag in her, carry on their dynasty, become the lady she was meant to be, and his name would be a distant memory of her youth.

“Be mindful of your promise, Jon Snow,” Aly said, pulling him away from his thoughts. “If you break it, I will ride to Castle Black myself. Not even the lord commander would be able to withstand a lovestruck girl waiting for word from her lover.” She spoke the words with a grin upon her lips, but Jon knew better than to forego the truthfulness of her warning. A Baratheon’s wrath was not one to tempt.

Perhaps, they’d meet again when they’re fully grown and aren’t blinded by their affection. Until then, he would keep his word and write to her until his watch has ended.

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falconcoast · 1 year

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genshin characters as things i vividly remember |part ii

a/n: rehash of this post.

warnings: none xo

characters: scaramouche, ayaka, miko, ei, tighnari, kaveh, cyno, baizhu, al-haitham.

scaramouche;

rina sawayama songs (specifically dynasty and hold the girl). cellos. inciting chaos for the thrill of it. clenching and unclenching a fist. loosening a jaw you didn’t know was tightened. traveling somewhere new. arguments that you know you can win. orchid flowers. when a bird passes by you really quickly and rustles at your hair. letting go of old grudges.

ayaka;

december snow. smoothing down a bird’s feathers. when water is almost frozen. pulling your hair into a tight up-do. silver mirrors and jewelry. soft pink lipstick. people-watching. when you walk out of a party to go somewhere quiet. suit-skirt combos. fixing your posture before going on stage. the color of the sky during early winter mornings.

miko;

velvet pillows. roses. new books and bending the back of its spine to break it in. honoring traditions. bouquets and letters from suitors. the feeling of someone’s lips against your ear when they whisper to you. middle spring. afternoon classes. when a pet walks up to you and rests in your lap. moonlight shining in someone’s eyes. soft hair. delicately-done nails that make pleasing clicks.

ei;

golden thunder. rain so heavy it creates a stream down a road. the phrase “suffer the pain of discipline, or suffer the pain of regret.” absolute, midnight silence. gritted teeth. pure confidence. straightened shoulders. lilacs. softening when seeing your beloved. marble walls. letting a little one braid your hair.

tighnari;

freshly picked flowers. muddy boots. hikes. when an animal hops into your hand naturally. calloused hands. scars from running and tripping or climbing a tree and falling. superblooms. the scent of grass after it rains. pollen season. errand days. bickering with a younger sibling. the chirps of birds in the early morning. cedar trees. scolding someone while patching them up.

kaveh;

college students. meticulously doing your hair. pouting. putting your all into something you love. finishing a project and being happy with the result. daytime. chapstick kisses. hands-on learning. sunshine after the rain. kinetic sand. picnics. brushing your hair to one side. cold tea. daffodil blooms. birch trees.

cyno;

the cold shouldered friend warming up to you. busted knuckles. standing tall. eyes open wide. scorching heat. running on sand. blistering wind. watching from afar. warmth of the sun on skin. lightning hitting water. the hiss of an insect in the night. ink and parchment. tenderly sweeping someone’s hair out of their eyes.

baizhu;

well-cut lawns. letting your glasses hang low on your nose. humming. pilates. kissing a loved one when they’ve fallen asleep. the sterile scent of a doctor’s office. running water. dried flower leaves for tea. picking herbs at the farmer’s market. feeling of your toes in the grass. soft, west winds.

al-haitham;

scoffing at your enemies. the illiad and the oddessy. stationary. ap literature summer reading lists. burning the midnight oil. holding your hand over someone else’s when you’re teaching them how to do something. texas instrument calculators, not casio. study sessions where you get nothing done. the dad friend. looking to someone to only see them look at you already.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact imagines #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #kaveh x reader #al haitham x reader #cyno x reader #tighnari x reader #ayaka x reader #miko x reader #ei x reader

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loiladadiani · 1 year

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Kokoshniks for the Grand Duchesses

In the collection of the Tsarskoye Selo State Museum Preserve there is a beautiful kokoshnik worn by the Grand Duchess Olga Nikolayevna. It was purchased from a private collection and restored.

The kokoshnik was originally commissioned to mark the 300th anniversary of the Romanov dynasty in 1913. It was made in the Nicholas Starotorzhsky Monastery in Kostroma. The kokoshnik is made in a traditional style in the shape of a crown, covered with peach velvet. It is embroidered with silk and silver threads, decorated with semiprecious stones and mother of pearl.

Similar kokoshniks were made for the four Grand Duchesses. Two of them (belonging to Grand Duchesses Olga and Maria) had been sold abroad - presumably by the Soviets in the 1930s. The other two, owned by Grand Duchesses Tatiana and Anastasia are now part of the collection of the Pavlovsk State Museum Preserve. The kokoshnik of Grand Duchess Maria remains in a private collection in the United States. It is hoped that it will one day be returned to Russia.

I have found no photographs of the Grand Duchesses wearing these specific kokoshniks. The ones they have been wearing in the photos I have seen do not have that degree of decoration.

Reference:

Gilbert, Paul, 2016. Orthodox Christianity, 2016

#russian history #romanov dynasty #otma #kokoshniks #Grand Duchess Olga Nikolayevna #Grand Duchess Tatiana Nikolayevna #Grand Duchess Maria Nikolayevna #Grand Duchess Anastasia Nikolayevna

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sweetestofchaos · 4 months

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Blackthorn Modern Day Teaser | K.NJ

summary - Welcome to Kim's Flowers & Apothecary! Did you need a bouquet or spell today?

pairings - namjoon x jungkook

warnings - sol, mentions of a past life, crying, hybird familiar!jungkook, warlock!namjoon

wc - .8K

a/n: Someone (@kokosg) wanted to chose violence yesterday, so I had to retaliate. Here's a little sneak peak of Blackthorn!Namjoon during the modern era. Also, Namjoon's outfit is shared at the bottom, if you would like to see what mans is working with now.

The modern day version of Blackthorn hasn't been started yet. I am still working on the Min dynasty half of Blackthorn. If you haven't read it, please do! Yoongi is a prince and Agust is his dragon spirit!

taglist: @thickemadame @loisje123

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The sign out front read Kim’s Flowers & Apothecary. The store itself was right out of a novel, a building that stood out on the street. The building was massive, built in an earlier time that had seen better days. The stone was darkened by rain water and time while the wooden door jam, windows and pillars were a deep oak with details painted in gold. It was a building that normal folk stirred clear of while those who still dabbled in magic eagerly seeked out. Plants and bottles of all shapes and sizes took up space in the large glass windows, to quip the interests of those who passed by.

Through the doorway, the room gave way to vine covered walls and an open glass ceiling that turned the inside to a grand solarium of sorts. It was magical with floating lanterns, inlaid bookshelves stacked to capacity with long forgotten text and scrolls; and cabinets filled with glass jars of Atropa belladonna, Verbena officinalis and more. The tiled floors were a lighter color to offset the darkness from the plants and blurred the reflection from the lanterns, creating a subtle glow from overhead and down below.

There is a hallway decorated in cream and green vintage wallpaper and wainscoted walls that leads to the garden; a large outdoor space with a greenhouse attached farther down the yard, past the miniature maze that was built for fun. Within the green hedges, Namjoon keeps a relic from a past life at the center of the maze. Surrounded by a magic halo, a large blackthorn tree sways gently in the breeze. Its trunk is wide and strong, showing its scares of the past to anyone who will look. A story that Namjoon will always recall whenever it rains.

Back inside a large oak cashwrap separates guests from accessing the more lethal ingredients that are kept behind an emerald velvet curtain in the backroom. A spiral staircase hidden in the back room that led to the upstairs where Namjoon and his partner resided after a long day's work. The homely apartment above is much more updated than down below.

The floor is tiled all throughout in soft grays, beiges and creams while the wooden furniture throughout is a deep purple with hints of lighter colors. The kitchen is large, the counter cabinets all a matching purple with lighter wooden butcher block countertops. There are floating shelves built into the walls, cluttered with plants and nick nacks from all throughout time.

The rest of the home is built much the same, softer tones brighten up the darkness of the purple and pull a renewed warmth into the atmosphere. The bedroom is the only difference, the walls were hand painted by Namjoon’s lover, Jeon Jungkook. Different shades of blue and pinks come together in a colorful and serene abstract mosaic that brightens the whole room on an accent wall. That same wall is where the bed is pushed up against with thick purple and blue bedding. Gold accents are littered through the room and bed, creating a galaxy like ambience.

Down stairs, Namjoon waters the flowers. A thick vine hovering nearby in case the warlock drops the watering can. Namjoon has changed through the years and yet stayed the same. His blue hair is now a striking blond and cut short, tapered close to his scalp on the sides and long around the top of his head. His skin is still dusted in a warm caramel from his time in the sun and his body has grown stronger, larger. The hanfu and hanbok of the Joseon dynasty have been updated to match the modern times, but are worn only when Namjoon is meeting with friends of his past. Namjoon now wears colorful capes, velvet robes, double breasted overcoats that have elaborate embroidery on them with simple slacks that match whatever color he wears.

Today he wears an all black double breasted suit and a black button up with a silk tie that he didn’t bother to fasten fully looped loosely around his neck. He has somewhere to be in an hour, so his long black overcoat is hanging on the hook by the garden door, with black and gold thread embroidery that swirls to create an illusion of a tiger and flowers. Namjoon speaks softly to the plants, his black shoes moving carefully as avoids stepping on any little critters that have made a home of his garden.

The door to the garden is ripped open and Namjoon jumps, his hand losing on the watercan as a green and white blur rushes at him. The vine is quick to catch the falling can but not fast enough to save Namjoon from tumbling a few steps backwards.

“Kook? What’s wrong, love?”

Namjoon’s arms wrap around his lover’s waist without a second thought, moving without his mind even telling them to. In his arms, with his face smashed into Namjoon’s face, Jungkook cries. His tears soak through the fabric of Namjoon’s shirt, the blond of his hair, tickling under Namjoon’s cheek as he rocks from side to side.

“H-Hyung!” Jungkook hiccups as he pulls his face away from Namjoon’s chest, his green triangle ears flicker around on his head as he stares at Namjoon with big, teary doe eyes. “H-Hyung….s-she’s here! She’s here!!”

#namjoon fic #namjoon x jungkook #blackthorn teaser #fic: blackthorn #soc namjoon

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fromthedust · 1 day

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sand dunes - aerial view

Filthy Luker - aka Luke Egan (British) - Art Attack - street art

Elodie Antoine (Belgian, working in Brussels) - Chemisier aux yeux boutonnés (Blouse with Eye-buttons) - cotton blouse, print on textile - 2014

'Lovers Eyes' jewelry - originated in the 18th century - collection of David and Nan Skier

Damien Cadio (French, b.1975) - Cyclone eye - oil on canvas - 25x31 cm - 2017

glass eye from coffin - Egypt, Late Period (724-333 BCE)

Emilio Villalba (American, b.1984) - Red Eye

Gérard DuBois (French, b.1968) - Moby Dick

Nefertiti right eye (two views) - sculptor's portrait model - limestone, painted stucco, quartz, wax - the iris and pupil of the right eye made of beeswax dyed black, covered with a thin piece of polished rock crystal as a cornea - Egypt, Tell el-Amarna, New Kingdom, 18th Dynasty, c.1351–1334 BCE

Louise Bourgeois (French/American, 1911-2010) - Nature Study (Velvet Eyes) - 1984

Michael Hussar (American, b.1964) - Lovers Eyes

painted eye an Amazon - marble - Herculaneum - Roman, before 79 CF

cosmic eye (all-seeing eye, mystic eye) - poster

right eye from a Greek statue - marble, obsidian, glass, copper - 500–100 BCE

Rainer Kalwitz (German, working in Recklinghausen) - The Eye in the Abyss

Bro. William Preston (Scottish,1742–1818) - The Eye Of Providence

#art by others #other's artwork #eyes #painting #sculpture #jewelry #street art #buttons #sand dunes #poster

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sophiebernadotte · 5 months

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The Crown of the Swedish Heir / The Crown Princess' Crown

King Karl X Gustav's Crown of the Heir Apparent with its blue cap is the crown of Crown Princess Victoria. It was made in 1650 by Jurgen Dargeman in gold and set with pearls, diamonds, sapphires, and rubies.

The crown was made quickly for Queen Kristina's coronation in 1650. Only 17 days before the coronation, the Queen reminded the council that, according to tradition, the heir to the throne wore a unique costume consisting of a cloak, a crown and a cap. Jürgen Dargeman had just over a week to make a new crown for Karl (X) Gustav.

Because time was so short, Dargeman reused the crown created for Queen Kristina the Elder to wear for King Karl IX's coronation. He applied enamel decorations from the old crown and newly mounted stones to a freshly made plain crown ring with eight triangular points.

At the coronation, the crown is not worn directly on the head — instead, it is placed over a velvet hat, embroidered in gold and silver and edged with ermine.

The Crown of Sweden's Heir Apparent remains virtually unchanged to this day. The only alteration of any significance was carried out for the coronation of King Gustav III in 1772 when two of the lower sceptres were replaced with black enamelled corn sheaves, the symbol of the great Vasa dynasty.

King Gustaf V was the last to wear the crown (sans velvet hat), and it can now be seen at the Treasury at the Royal Palace of Stockholm, and the hat can be seen at the Royal Armoury.

Photos: The Royal Court of Sweden

#swedish royal family #crown princess victoria #king karl x gustav #swedish crowns #I felt like it was important to point out that the velvet hat isn't used anymore haha #swedish royalty #swedish history #coronation #crown #crowns #crown jewels

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jadegretz · 2 months

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Dynamic Street Stalker: The Fierce and Beautiful Chun-Li by Jade Gretz

The moon, a silver fist punching through storm clouds, bathed Hong Kong in an ethereal glow. In her rooftop garden, amidst fragrant jasmine and whispering bamboo, Chun-Li cradled a leather-bound tome, its emerald clasp gleaming like a forbidden jade. Inside, elegant calligraphy danced like brushstrokes on silk, whispering secrets of forgotten dynasties and martial arts long lost to time.

She had unearthed the book in a dusty antique shop, drawn by an unseen magnetism. Now, as the night unfolded its velvet cloak, she devoured its arcane lore. Each page thrummed with an electric anticipation, the characters shimmering with an otherworldly light.

Driven by curiosity and a warrior's thirst for knowledge, Chun-Li traced her fingers across the final inscription, a forbidden incantation in a language older than time. The air crackled, bamboo leaves whipping in a sudden unseen gust. The ancient characters erupted in emerald fire, searing into her palms, branding her with tattoos that flowed like liquid jade across her skin.

Power, raw and untamed, surged through her veins. Her breath, tinged with ozone, became a weapon, whipping the storm clouds into submission. The rooftop garden vibrated with an unseen energy, bamboo stalks bending low before her newfound might.

Exhilaration battled with trepidation in Chun-Li's heart. She had glimpsed the power of this ancient magic, tasted the intoxicating allure of control over the very forces of nature. But a serpent lurked in the jade-lit pages, an ominous whisper that chilled her skin despite the burning warmth within.

The next morning, as dawn kissed the city with rose-gold sunlight, a tremor shook the earth, rattling the windows of Hong Kong. The source: the ancestral burial mounds on Dragon Mountain, sacred ground where generations of warriors lay eternal. Chun-Li, drawn by an invisible thread, raced towards the mountain, her emerald tattoos thrumming like a war drum.

The scene that greeted her chilled her to the bone. The once serene graveyard writhed with an unholy energy. Stone coffins burst open, spewi …(see the rest of the story at deviantart.com/jadegretzAI). For more supergirl, chun li, batgirl, tifa, lara croft, wonder woman, rogue and much more, please visit my page at www.deviantart.com/jadegretzai - Thanks for your support :)

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asa-writes · 11 months

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Dichotomy 1

“Interest”

Aemond x F! OC / Jacaerys x F! OC - 18+ MINORS DNI

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: period accurate gender stereotypes, daddy issues if you squint

Chapter Summary: Maena and Maellys arrive at court, where they are greeted by Lord Varys, The Master of Whispers.

It had been a long trip to King's Landing for Maellys and Maena. Their father, Ser Robart Rivers, had arranged for them to spend the summer in King's Landing at old King Viserys's court. He would accompany them to the Red Keep and then return to his castle in the Riverlands. As they approached the city gates, Maellys couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement mixed with apprehension. She had heard stories of the court of King Viserys, of the intrigue and politics that went on behind closed doors. Maena, on the other hand, seemed completely unfazed, her sharp black eyes scanning their surroundings with a cool detachment.

As they made their way through the bustling city streets, they caught glimpses of the Red Keep towering above them. Maellys felt her heart skip a beat at the sight of it. She had always been fascinated with the Targaryen dynasty, and the prospect of being in the same place where so much history had taken place was thrilling. Her father told her that there would even be a chance that she might catch a glimpse of one of the mighty dragons.

Finally, they arrived at the gates of the Red Keep. Ser Robart had instructed them to present themselves to the Master of Whispers, Lord Varys, upon their arrival. As they made their way through the labyrinthine halls of the castle, Maellys couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. "Maena?", she whispered, tucking a strand of her silky black hair behing her pale ear. Her sister glanced over at her. "Not now. We shall talk freely once we have been introduced to Lord Varys and shown around the Red Keep."

Maellys nodded, trying to hide her nerves as they approached the door to Lord Varys's chambers. Ser Robart knocked, and the door was opened by a bald man with a pale, slimy complexion. "Welcome, my lord," he said, bowing low to Ser Robart. "And welcome to you, young ladies. Lord Varys is expecting you. Please, come in."

They entered the dimly lit room, and Lord Varys rose to greet them. "Welcome to King's Landing, young ladies," he said, with a slight bow. "I am Lord Varys, the Master of Whispers. Your father has instructed me to take care of you during your stay here. Please, make yourselves comfortable."

Maellys and Maena sat down on the plush velvet chairs in front of Lord Varys's desk and watched their Father retreat to the back of the room. Lord Varys poured them each a goblet of wine and began to ask them about their journey. Maellys started chattering away, telling him all about their journey through the riverlands. Maena on the other hand tried her best to stay as quiet as possible. Why should she speak to the Master of Whispers? Moreover, why would her father entrust them to Lord Varys for what he described as a 'simple, enjoyable summer at court'?

As Lord Varys listened to Maellys's story, his eyes flicked over to Maena. He had long ago learned to be observant, to read people's expressions and body language for any hidden meaning. He could see the tension in Maena's posture, the way she kept her eyes focused on her goblet of wine. He knew that there was more to her than met the eye.

Lord Varys's eyes narrowed when Maena met his gaze to ask him a question. Despite the pleasantries, his face showed no signs of a congenial old man."Tell me, Maena," he said suddenly, fixing his gaze on her. "What do you think of King's Landing so far?"

Maena looked up, surprised to be addressed directly. "It's... impressive," she said carefully. "But I reserve judgement until I have seen more of it."

Lord Varys nodded thoughtfully. "Wise words," he said. "King's Landing can be both beautiful and dangerous, depending on how one navigates it. I take it that you know our royal family?" Maena's eyebrows raised at the question. "I know of them," she said coolly. "My sister and I have studied the history of the Seven Kingdoms extensively."

Lord Varys smiled, revealing a set of perfectly white teeth. "Then I'm sure you'll have no trouble fitting in at court," he said. "But you must remember, the court can be a treacherous place. It's important to keep your wits about you at all times."

Maena nodded, her eyes glinting with understanding. She knew that Lord Varys was trying to warn her of the dangers that lurked in the shadows of the Red Keep. But she wasn't afraid. She had been trained to handle herself in any situation, and she was confident in her abilities concerning scheming Ladies.

As the conversation continued, Maellys found herself growing more and more fascinated by Lord Varys. He seemed to know everything about everyone in the castle, and he spoke in hushed tones. He nodded thankfully at Lord Rivers, who in turn got up and pressed a hasty kiss on his daughter's heads and excused himself. "Take care, my sweet ones.", he said and gave Lord Varys a stern look. "I shall look forward to return after a successful summer, my Lord." Lord Varys gave him a cunning smile and bid him farewell.

Maellys, who by now was enruptured by the Red Keep, gave Maena her cup and turned fully towards the Master of the Whispers, her dress shifting beautifully over her lap. The lace was made of soft silks, with tiny golden thread forming flowers. The silk was exquisite and kissed her skin like a lover's touch."Please, do tell us more about the princes! Aegon and Aemond - how are they? What are they like? Do we have a chance to see them?"

Lord Varys smiled at Maellys's enthusiasm. "Ah, the princes," he said. "Aegon and Aemond are both very different, yet equally fascinating. Aegon is the elder of the two, and he is known for his quick wit and capability of being a superb entertainer. Aemond is a skilled swordsman and a fierce competitor in the tourneys. He also spends a lot of his time in the library, poring over ancient tomes and manuscripts."

Maellys's eyes widened in excitement. "I would love to see them in a tourney or a Feast!", she exclaimed. "Do you think there will be one while we're here?"

Lord Varys nodded. "Oh, there will be plenty of opportunities to see the princes in action," he said. "And who knows, perhaps you might even catch the eye of one of them."

Maena rolled her eyes at her sister's naive interest for the Targaryen men. However, Lord Varys seemed to take note of the exchange between the sisters. He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "But my ladies, the princes are not the only ones who seek attention from the young ladies of the court," he said, his eyes darting between them. "There are many other men who would be interested in getting to know you better."

Maellys blushed at the suggestion, but Maena's expression remained unchanged. "Thank you, Lord Varys," Maena said coolly. "But we are not here to find suitors. We are here to enjoy the summer and to learn about the workings of the court."

Lord Varys smiled in response. "Of course, my lady," he said. "But I would be remiss if I did not mention the possibilities that await you here in King's Landing. It is a city of secrets and desires, and you never know what might happen."

After being shown around the Red Keep, Lord Varys showed them their chambers. "I wish you a good afternoon, my Ladies. I shall see you again at this evening's Feast.Your Guards will take great care of you." With that, the old man slowly crept away from them, leaving the twins to their own devices, their guards silently standing in front of their rooms. Maellys nervously fixed her lavish updo and squeezed her sister's shoulder. "I shall go and visit the garden. The letter to mother will not write itself.", she said nervously.

Nodding, Maena gave her a sweet smile. "I shall join you as fast as I can. I wish to change my attire lest you wish to outshine me." Maellys grinned. "'Tis not my fault that I like to be pretty all of the time." Maena gave her twin a well-meaning eyeroll and went into her chamber. Gesturing her maid to bring forth a beautifully decorated emerald gown, she stripped and sat down on a small stool. As she was being dressed, her mind wandered back to Lord Varys's words. She couldn't help but feel a sense of unease at the thought of the court's hidden desires and secrets. She had always been taught to be cautious around men, especially those in positions of power. But she couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more going on in the Red Keep.

Once she was dressed, Maena stood in front of the mirror, admiring her outfit. The emerald gown hugged her curves in all the right places, and the intricate beading sparkled in the light. It made a soft swishing and rustling noise as the skirts flowed in the breeze of the open window. Her black hair framed her round, pale face as it cascaded out of her updo onto her beautifully rounded shoulders. She felt confident and powerful, ready to face whatever the court had in store for her.

As she exited her chamber, she saw Maellys waiting for her, her face lit up with excitement. "Come on," Maellys said, grabbing her arm. "Let's go explore the garden."

The garden was even more beautiful than Maena had imagined. The garden was a maze of flowers, leaves and vines. Roses of every variety lined the outer perimeter, their petals in every shade of red and pink imaginable. Delicate daisies and yellow daffodils decorated the walkways and stone benches, their vibrant colors and cheerful fragrance filling the air.

The garden was deserted; the only sign of life were a few birds chirping in the distance. She beelined towards a grand wooden bench, intricately carved with flowers and fairies, leaving Maellys to explore its vast grounds. Sitting down, she sighed with relief and let the sun's warmth seep into her bones.

Maellys wandered even further from her sister, trying her best to find a quiet spot to write. The sound of the quill scratching on the parchment was like music to her ears. She lost herself in the writing, half-forgetting where she was. Suddenly, she heard footsteps behind her. She looked up to see a woman standing there, her expression unreadable. She was dressed in a beautiful green dress, her reddish-brown hair tucked heatly into a simple bun at the nape of her neck.

Seeing the royal insignia on her, Maellys suddenly shot up and dipped into a low curtsy. "Your Royal Highness, Queen Alicent...", she mumbled awkwardly. Even though she had been excited to meet the court later on, nothing could have prepared her to meet the Queen. The Queen smiled warmly at Maellys. "Rise, my dear," she said. "There's no need to be so formal. I came here to have a chat with you."

Maellys felt a wave of trepidation wash over her. What could the Queen possibly want with her? She straightened up, her heart racing with nervous anticipation. "Your Royal Highness," she said, her voice shaking slightly. "How may I be of service?"

The Queen sat down next to her, regal and poised as ever. "I wanted to inquire about your stay in the Red Keep," she said, giving her a sweet smile. "I hope everything is to your liking."

Maellys nodded, her tongue tied in her mouth. She had never been in the presence of someone so important before. "Yes, Your Royal Highness," she said. "Lord Varys has been very kind in showing us around."

The Queen smiled. "Yes, Lord Varys is a valuable member of the King's court," she said. "But I wanted to ask you something else. Something that is close to my heart."

Maellys looked at the Queen, her black eyes wide with curiosity. "Anything, Your Royal Highness," she said.

The Queen leaned closer to her, her breath hot on Maellys's ear. She smelled like fresh linen, sweet and pleasant. "I have a favor to ask of you," she said. "Something that only someone as young, pious and beautiful as you could help me with."

Maellys's heart skipped a beat at the suggestion. She pulled back slightly, unsure of what the Queen was asking of her. Her back was so stiff that it hurt. "What kind of favor, Your Royal Highness?" The Queen's gaze was intense, studying her closely. "It is a simple request, my dear," she said. "I merely wish for you to be present at a private gathering. One that will be attended by only the most distinguished members of the court."

Maellys's heart raced with excitement at the prospect of attending such an event, but something about the Queen's request made her uneasy. "I would be honored, Your Royal Highness," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "But may I ask what kind of gathering it will be?"The Queen smiled, her eyes glinting with a mischievous light. "It is a secret, my dear," she said. "But I promise you, it will be a night you will never forget."

Maellys hesitated, unsure of whether or not she should accept the Queen's offer. But the thought of attending a private gathering, one that held the promise of secrets and desires, was too tempting to resist. "I will attend, Your Royal Highness. What about my sister?" she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

The Queen's smile widened. "Maena will also be invited, my dear," she said. "She too possesses a beauty that is rare and valuable in the court. News of her cunning and wit have reached our ears - we would be delighted to experience it."

Maellys felt a sense of relief wash over her. She couldn't imagine attending such an event without her sister by her side. "Thank you, Your Royal Highness," she said. "We will be there."The Queen stood up, her green dress flowing gracefully around her. "Splendid," she said, her voice full of satisfaction. "I look forward to seeing you both there. It will be a night to remember."

As the Queen left, Maellys couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss, that there was more to the Queen's request than she was letting on. But she pushed those thoughts aside, her mind already wandering to the excitement and intrigue of the upcoming gathering.

Maellys watched her go, her mind whirling with possibilities. What could the Queen have in store for her? And why did she feel such a sense of unease about it? She quickly rushed towards Maena, who was snoring quietly away. "Mae!", she whispered and shook her awake. "Wake up! We have to get ready..."

#asas fanfictions #asas fics #Jacaerys Velaryon #prince aemond #aemond targaryen fic #aemond smut #aemond targaryen x fem reader #aemond x oc #jacaerys x oc #jacaerys smut #hotd #hotd smut #hotd fanfiction #posting it again with slight differences

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amazonmandy · 7 months

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New commission: Guan Yinping of Dynasty Warriors! Soft evergreen velvet, colorshift ruby taffeta, metallic gold. This one wouldn't fit on my mannequin properly, so I'm really looking forward to seeing it on the customer! For a commission of your own: AmazonMandy.com Find me on: facebook.com/CommissionsByAmazonMandy Socials: Instagram, twitter, tiktok: AmazonMandy

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arttrampbelle · 7 months

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Ok so since tumblr couldn't let me add more than 10 photos i had to improvise.

So here it is.

Shang tsung self ship giant ass post!

Ok so this is me. Describing things as if im giving a tour or tutorial on a game. :3

Very self indulgent.

🐉❤🐉❤🐉❤🐉❤🐉❤🐉❤🐉❤🐉❤🐉

SHANG TSUNG'S ISLAND

The island: absolutely breathtaking views. Tropical paradise. Various old structures and architecture of many many various eras and dynasties of China. Sometimes you can feel the island like it's alive....how ominous. Shang tsung says the island is in a realm of its own. A pocket dimension,not quite affected the same way as the realms it connects to. It sorta of is timeless,much like the man who rules it...still wonder what he means by this.

But overall it has lovely shores and beaches. Lavish courtyards and gardens. It has an upper courtyard,and lower. The Lower courtyard is mostly for guests,kombatants when there is a tournament,servents and guards. The upper courtyard is for me and shang tsung. He doesn't let anyone wander around in it unless he invites you. Which he does rarely.

The interior: the interior is traditional but has modern facilities. (Look shang is old but come on man!)

Tho he does have a traditional kitchen and a modern. But the modern one is his personal one near his living quarters. The rest of the inner palace is still got an old school vibe.

The inner palace/private living quarters:The bed chambers is lavish. Large. Silks,velvets,gold,red. *sigh* . Beautiful.

Shang's private kitchen,bathroom,hot spring,etc is all connected.

Armor/clothing:has beautiful armor and a ceremonial sword in his bed chambers too.

Some armor is for kombat. Some is ceremonial. Either way it's always beautiful to look at.

I too have lovely outfits. Aren't they great?

My magic apprentice outfit. Sorceress in training if you will. (Not exactly how i had it,but it was closest to i could find)

Also our accessories too

Shang and i (lady tsung) have snake rings. A pendent that helps my magic training. Master tsung has a snake flask(with what alcohol or its contents, i dare not ask him) and a dragon pipe for Tobacco(or other substances im sure).

Throne room:Shang tsung's throne room is also breathtaking. A Large room,holden dragons,the tournament master private dining room, a small courtyard next to it. Isn't it lovely?

His chair and also the outside gates to the inner palace.

Well that's all i have to show you for now! I hope you enjoy your stay. You probably should get going before he gets back. Shang tsung,my beloved tends to get a bit peeved when i have guests up here.

❤🐉❤🐉❤🐉❤🐉❤🐉❤🐉❤🐉❤🐉❤

I hope you enjoyed this fun post. Also if you want you can use some of the pics for aesthetic boards if you want! Just try to credit me or at least send me a link to your work. I would love to see your creations!

Nothing is set in stone. And things may change but i have fun world building fr. So i hope this helps you too get ideas!

Plz i really love discussion on this stuff :'3 i have little people to talk to bout decor and design. And all this that goes into story and art.

Sincerely- @mrstsung (lady tsung,arttrampbelle)

*note i dont do mk12 shang. I will do any other shang tsung. Thank you*

#mortal kombat #shang tsung #self ship #self shipping #💚heart and soul🐍#❤🐉the dragon's perch🐉❤#mk self ship #main mk self ship #villain/antagonist f/o #villain f/o #antagonist f/o #mortal kombat f/o #my aesthetic boards #self ship tour?#self ship tutorial mode?#explore shang's island

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moononmyfloor · 8 months

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Hi Producer (正好遇见你) Infodump

Disclaimer: I have no idea about the accuracy of the information shared in the drama, I'm merely transcribing for future reference purposes. Proceed with caution!

Ep 26-27: Stage Costumes and Props

Stage outfits worn when performing Chinese traditional operas, since the Song and Yuan dynasties, a fixed pattern has been established gradually. Characters with different titles, social statuses, and personalities dress up differently so the audience can tell the disparities. Thus, there's a saying in the industry that a torn costume is better than the wrong costume. Following the rapid development of Chinese traditional operas during the Ming dynasty, the quality of headgear, costumes, and boots were improved considerably. Their design focused more on elegance and luxury.

Production of Suzhou stage costumes and props took off during the middle of the Ming dynasty. They're closely related to the development of Kunqu opera.

Designs, also known as outlines- In response to the different characters, various costume designs will be made. Dragons and phoenixes, flowers, Ruyi pattern, flowing pattern, and so on are commonly seen in such costumes.

Stitching, a process to create holes on the paper sample according to the design, to ease the foundation process.

Foundation process, a process where the foundation is applied on the fabric that they're going to embroider on through the holes.

Embroidering, a sewing process that uses threads of different colors. For stage costumes, the dazzling gold and silver threads are commonly used.

Flattening, a process where you apply glue evenly onto the fabric with a glue knife to flatten the embroidered patches evenly.

Cutting, a process where you cut the entire fabric and embroidered patches into desired sizes.

Completing, a process where you employ all kinds of sewing and gluing techniques to complete the costume.

Currently, all the stage costumes and props include headgear, boots, weapons, accessories, and headwear. These six main types cover over 1,000 kinds.

It's a shame that most of the crafts have gone extinct but as much as possible textual research of stage costumes is done, such as visiting museums in many cities to observe the preserved stage costumes in hopes of replicating something up to the standards of which of the Qing dynasty. That's a difficult task as the exquisite and luxurious stage costumes back then were produced by imperial craftsmen.

This episode truly felt like the epitome ofYu Zheng going Nudge, nudge, aren't I the most awesome costume drama producer? especially with the characters saying stuff like this lol🤭

Right now, there are stage prop and costume factories that take custom orders from film production crews. Celebrities may visit for personal requirements and many others out of admiration. To preserve texture and quality, outfits are made by hand for most parts. They have warehouses for costume design manuscripts. Best attempts are made to replicate the stage costumes of the past within reason such copper jewelry plated with silver as it costs too much if made with silver entirely. And handicrafts like velvet flowers take up a long time and has high labor costs. So most costume drama crews prefer a cheaper option like beaded flowers.

When an actor appears on the stage with these outfits on, the audience will know the title and the personality at first glance. It's completely different from some modern TV series. They don't dress in accordance with dynasties or characters. A random and wrong costume may look fashionable, but it won't fit the character and the plot itself. And overdoing the designs brings underwhelming results as when you are performing wearing them, overtly vibrant and exquisite designs will steal the spotlight from you. It's not the glorious look that decides its value. Anyway, we don't understand them.

I liked the following part a lot tho, it felt quite reasonable and moving. Especially as someone with 2x as my NORMAL watching speed, I know I still care for the meta details and the reason I watch fast is not because I don't care for the effort and research that went into a production.

Next year, online video platforms will launch a 4X speed function for all TV dramas. One might think that no one will be interested in Chinese operas is they've never spent time in a traditional Chinese theater before. There are rarely fans of Chinese opera nowadays.

It takes tens of procedures to making a stage costume. We need to focus on every single detail and can't rush things. But people are always in a rush. Making props and costumes by hand isn't efficient, and there's little demand. Many people wonder if the younger generation is willing to pick up this craft? What if such an excellent craft does go extinct? People always say that productions like this are slow and can't adapt to the era of machine production.

Many adapted historical tales are quite interesting not just because it touches on people's sentimentality. If their sentimentality can be used advantageously, that means people are still reminiscing about the past. However, this method will come to an end one day as a show is just a show. It has no way to save all those crafts that are going to vanish soon. Even if all these crafts will disappear after a century, we still hope that people will know that we once spent half a day just to make a fold or spent one and a half years just so we could produce one piece of stage costume.

What do we call this? We call this a craft. We call this a legacy.

China is a country with a big population. As long as there's one person who likes traditional crafts and is willing to learn, the legacy won't disappear.

Rose-purple satin female Kao costume

Embroidered with phoenix and peony patterns in flat gold that was made during the Guangxu period of the Qing dynasty. Every detail has been carefully recorded so the future generation could refer to it. The Chinese opera industry is developing. There are many newly adapted versions of historical operas. When designing costumes, aesthetic standards of the younger audience and the requirements of various kinds of stages both are taken into consideration.

Cixi watching the opera

-Showcasing the contrast of costumes and performances of Southern and Northern operas

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Beijing silk figurines

To make these, one must know sculpting, painting, and design of outfits. Similar to stage costumes and props, it's a fusion of many traditional crafts. But not many are aware of this. Most in the field do this as a hobby because in China, people aren't aware that these are not the work of craftsmen, but artists.

It got the name because the whole figurine is made with premium silk cloth and silk gauze. Beijing silk figurines were invented back in the Tang dynasty in Northern Fujian, when people used paper to make animal dolls. The craft continued to develop until the Song dynasty. People started using silk to make human figurines.

More Misc. Crafts

Featured in the timestamped vid below such as:

Sandpainting, Suzhou Embroidery, Hokkien Lacquer Thread Sculptures

Many consider that sand animation originated in Hungary. Although Ferenc Cako did turn sand animation into a modern performance, traditional sand animation originated in China. During the Song Dynasty, there were stories of people writing on sand and so on.

Suzhou embroidery is one of the Four Great Embroideries of China along with Hunan's Xiang embroidery, Guangdong's Yue embroidery, and Sichuan's Shu embroidery. The Suzhou embroidery is detailed and subtle. In May 2006, it was listed as a national intangible cultural heritage.

Lacquer thread sculpture originated in Quanzhou of Fujian. It has existed for over 1400 years. The craftsmen must use the fine thread of lacquer and specialized techniques to create these resplendent patterns. Every piece is one of a kind.

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Making Liuli Glass

The ancient process of making colored glaze was very complex. The colored glaze was born in the fire and drowned in water. It takes dozens of processes to complete such as: detailing the wax pattern, casting the plaster mold, coloring, firing in the kiln.

Normally, steps involved in the making of colored glazed are designing, making of silica gel mold, making and detailing of wax patterns, the making of plaster molds, and being fired in a kiln, removing the plaster mold, sanding, and polishing.

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Timestamped Documentary segments:

Props and Costumes Craft

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Of Traditional Opera Theatre

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