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"Have you missed me?" The question was coy, as he sat in the chair inside of their home. "And if not, why not?"
"How did you…get in here?" He asked slowly, still in shock for the moment at the ancient’s sudden arrival. "Thank God you’re wearing pants…" this time….
"Nevermind that, you're dodging the question." He growled, moving to stand and start forward. "Did you miss the sight of me, little sparrow?"
"Have you missed me?" The question was coy, as he sat in the chair inside of their home. "And if not, why not?"
Oh, dear melodious singer, what if the summer is scorching... fragrant lotuses are overlaid on coolant waters, agreeably refreshing is the fragrance of Trumpet flowers, comfortable is the fresh water in bathing pools, pleasurable are those moonbeams, and with these pearly pendants and these jasmine garlands, let our simmering summer nights enjoyably slip by, while we abide on the tops of buildings right under the moonscape, savouring potations and amidst music and song...
Sanskrit Documents.org here
PSA 2.0: Five people are not the whole fandom
So, I'm really rather tired of hearing about how something that upset all of five people, maximum, in the fandom, is somehow tearing apart a whole group -
Do you see all of the likes and reblogs and add-ons on that original PSA post...? Those are people who had these experiences, or worse, or similar, or at the very least in some way agree.
So, take your blogs, and do what you want with them, but don't pretend that the whole fandom is ruined.
I'd like to confidently state that without you, or me, or any one of us, this fandom would continue. Maybe not the same, but it would continue uninterrupted. Stop being so damned self-righteous and egotistical, please - the rest of us would like to do something fun with all of our friends and fellow writers.
"You had better have a good reason for being on my bed."
"Oh, come now, are you saying you'll kick me out?"
PSA. PSA. PSA. Quick break from RP for this.
So, as a couple of you know I also have a Lestat de Lioncourt RP account. It’s been something I’ve been back and forth between for the last 7+ years. I brought him over to tumblr some time ago but it didn’t stick. I still don’t know whether or not I will be sticking with it because I feel scared of following anyone else in that fandom just in case they are a specific person. Now, as you all know I can be rather selective in people that I RP with, you know that I choose the people I write with based on if I feel that we can write something good together and if I like their style of writing. I’ve even messaged some people with canon characters that I don’t know with a willingness to learn about or watch the shows/movies because I like their writing. I do not write smut all that often (twice on this account, I believe) so any claim from her about such is false. That is well within my rights. This person I’m talking about is called Rosie. She is at her personal here, RP here and here, amongst other blogs that I don’t know about. She constantly makes new blogs and changes her personal URL so it’s hard to follow.
She has done this across multiple fandoms.
She is a parasite. When I first brought my Lestat to tumblr she jumped on me as quickly as she could and tried to claim me as her own, as it were. This happens with every single new RPer in whatever fandom she gets into, then drops or excludes (with methods listed following) anyone she may see as a threat.
She took a character that I helped to create and butchered it in that fandom, for one.
She got irritated with me over skype whenever I didn’t reply to her.
She used illnesses to guilt people into not standing up to her.
She steals headcanons and whole paragraphs of information from other people to post as her own to gain more precedence in the Vampire Chronicles fandom.
When she doesn’t get her way she bullies and threatens by tumblr ask, skype AND TEXT MESSAGE.
She uses her friends to bully and threaten.
She spreads rumours about other people to get her friends to do all of this bullying and threaten and to keep them on side.
Sometimes this is to such an extent that people have to get professional help to deal with the constant bullying, threats and hate spread by her and her friends. I wanted you all to say this, despite the fact that I’ll probably get a bunch of hate for it (not that she bothers me) because I want you all to be aware of how nasty people can be and to avoid them as best as you can. Keeping all of this in mind I will not be surprised if she snaps back with yet more emotional manipulation so if it comes to that I want you all to be aware, and to remember, that I have no reason to spend as much time as I have on the subject of this girl if it weren’t true. I don’t care for spreading hate or lies because, frankly, who the fuck has time or patience for that? In summary; if you come across this person avoid her like the plague, as many others are currently waking up and doing.
OoC: Just a short note
I've been dealing with a lot of things, especially because summer is a slow season in my job and that means money stresses - but, like a diva in any economy, I'm working it out. All that being said, I've been absent across the board, in more places than I care to count, and I intend to fix that.
There's one character in particular that I think needs attention.
All the same, I'm glad to see all of you that are reading this. <3 A lot of you are my follow forevers, and I appreciate some of you as personal friends more than you could know, even if I've been just as distant with you as I have with my blogs. Thanks for hanging in there with me
~Jenn
Akasha licked her lips looking him up and down. "I was in the neighborhood." She winks.
His brows lift. “Oh? Is that so? And what brought you to the neighborhood? Certainly not my rabbit…”
iam-yourqueen:
Smiling up at him, through long lashes her green eyes danced. “Let me in and I’d be more than happy to show you.” She whisked her hair over her shoulder showcasing her beautiful neck. “I have a sudden craving, one of which I believe only you can satisfy.”
She pressed against him lifting her face she whispered, “I had a dream, a dream of a memory. It was of the first time you made love to me, do you remember it Enkil?”, their mother tongue sounded just as sweet as it ever had coming from her lips, her hands resting on his shoulders.
"I remember the way you looked then, wrapped in your bridal offerings…" He agreed quietly, his fingers moving to ease around her waist. "You were the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, and it seemed the Gods themselves sent you to be my wife." His eyes traced her jawline, her eyes and cheeks, the subtle shape of her breasts…
"I dream of those nights often. I remember what it was to be one with your flesh…" His eyes flicked up. "Do you miss it?"
Akasha felt an uncharacteristic sense of bashfulness suddenly, causing her to look down and away. “Would you hold it against me if I said yes?”
He shook his head and took a proper kiss, to further chase that idea away Of course he didn't. He couldn't. He kissed her again, hand sliding over the crux of her hip.
ODE FROM SENNA Now that I am tied and tangled in Thy floating hair, Am become Thy half-crazed lover, with peace of mind at war, Life in hand I stray and wander, looking for Thee everywhere. Thou art Egypt's beauteous Joseph, I the wife of Potiphar; Like that grayhair who bought Joseph, I would suffer for Thy face. When the pangs of longing for Thee struck the knocker on my door, From within me faith and reason fled their home. Then in the wineshop of Thy love I drank my own heart's core. All for Thee, O spirit's guide, I emptied out this room — Now behold me mocked and mad and half seas over for Thy face. In the Magians’ secret tavern, O sweet the brimming glass, O sweet it is to seize Thy snaring hair. O sweet for me to weep out my blood as along love's way I pass, Sweet to receive this cup from Thee with no outsiders there, And my eyes athirst since time began, drinking in Thy face. Except for Thee, for neither world have I a care, From any words save Thine, from all desire free, A distracted lover I — of men's lives I've no share, I, but the dust beneath Thy feet, O swaying cypress tree, For me there is no place of flowers except Thy face. O good is this tossing and turning on the sickbed of love, Sickness that never will heal, but by love's crying. Though reason warn me as to the perils of love, Against the anguish of love I am not one to be sighing — I, bound from time's dawning to the hyacinth hair that frames Thy face. When like Majnum I fled to the desert of the mad, I set the sand on fire with my burning sighs. I put men out of my heart but Thee, and was glad, And my cupped hands brimmed with tears from weeping eyes, And I thought, let all men know that I love Thy wondrous face. The day I filled my glass with Thy love's wine, This tavern-corner gloried over Heaven's dome. [page 24] Yes, the envy of Heaven would be this ruined heart of mine Should Thy bright brow shed its rays into my lowly room — Therefore my soul's eye never leaves Thy matchless face. As the Sun of Truth rose out of this earthly world of His, He opened up before Thee His secret treasure-store. The effulgence of Thy beauty flashed from that world into this, And from nothingness, the Divine Decree stood humbly at Thy door, And said: “Obedient to Thy wish and will, I bow before Thy face.” O people of Bahá, the Covenant hath come, be glad! He is the balm for every aching heart, And now is the earth in His Father's splendor clad. When He unto my soul a welcome did impart, It answered: “Save me! for I drown in the ocean of Thy face.” Save me, great Mystery of God, I faint and fall. Save me, without Thee I only burn and sigh. Save me, I am as nothing in the eyes of all, Save me, in every city: “He is mad!” they cry, Of this lost, distracted wanderer in the desert of Thy face. O Thou, O Thou from whose sunbright brow the moon hath drawn her rays, The thought of whom illumines many a weary lover's soul, But to behold Thy face I have no dream in all my days. Then fulfill my hopes, in grace, grant me leave to reach my goal, A desert wanderer I, and yearning for the garden of Thy face. Without Thee, only a prison to me is Heaven and its flowers, Without Thee, only a place of thorns, the blissful bowers. O Thou whose brow so moonlight fair is the envy of spring hours, In his love for Thee, He is torn free, Is Isti‘ál, from all that be, And again and again, Cries this refrain: I am lost in the glory of Thy face.
Ishti‘ál Ibn-i-Kalántar [Ali-Kuli Khan]
What?~!
"Mmmn, and why am I not surprised?" He turns, pinning her hard against the wall. "I knew you fancied me…"
"Ah, whispers in a dream from Hathor, come to enchant me away from my slumber." He smiled quietly and drew a hand over her cheek. She was something ethereal, milky white and enchanting.
"Would you enjoy my just punishment, little princess."
An unconscious shrug. She truly had no idea. “I saw you sleeping for so long, I always imagined the tone of your voice, if you were truly strong, as good as my creator’s stories risked to guess.”Bianca whispered looking at him. “I believe I already had the punishment when I thought you were never going to wake up.”
He laughed quietly, shaking her head. She was too much - too supple and tempting a thing!
"I am quite strong, and my voice strikes fear. Your Marius has no reason to have feared me, however. He kept his eyes and hands to himself, for the most part, and there was never before or after him a better and more dedicated keeper of our secrets. It would seem fitting that so strong a man made such a fierce little thing." His fingers lifted her jaw. He was willing to bet that there had been few days in her life when she hadn't been a fierce, beautiful thing. He kissed her again, for good measure, his fingers sweeping away her hair to tuck it behind her ear.
Akasha licked her lips looking him up and down. "I was in the neighborhood." She winks.
His brows lift. “Oh? Is that so? And what brought you to the neighborhood? Certainly not my rabbit…”
iam-yourqueen:
Smiling up at him, through long lashes her green eyes danced. “Let me in and I’d be more than happy to show you.” She whisked her hair over her shoulder showcasing her beautiful neck. “I have a sudden craving, one of which I believe only you can satisfy.”
She pressed against him lifting her face she whispered, “I had a dream, a dream of a memory. It was of the first time you made love to me, do you remember it Enkil?”, their mother tongue sounded just as sweet as it ever had coming from her lips, her hands resting on his shoulders.
"I remember the way you looked then, wrapped in your bridal offerings..." He agreed quietly, his fingers moving to ease around her waist. "You were the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, and it seemed the Gods themselves sent you to be my wife." His eyes traced her jawline, her eyes and cheeks, the subtle shape of her breasts...
"I dream of those nights often. I remember what it was to be one with your flesh..." His eyes flicked up. "Do you miss it?"
What?~!
"Mmmn, and why am I not surprised?" He turns, pinning her hard against the wall. "I knew you fancied me…"
He shook his head. “You overestimate me. I know much, but not everything. I’ve been asleep far longer than you have known life, pearl, and could be taught many things in the eyes of such a lovely thing. I know you have a heart, but its secrets are still yours.”
"You’ve heard it all, my king, but you were sleeping."She whispered. "You want to know the secrets of my heart, the desires? Well, yes, you may be in them… it is more than fascinating to hear you, to see you, to feel how strong you are."She said trying to move, but his strength was enough to make her unable to move an inch."Am I going to be punished for that?"
"Ah, whispers in a dream from Hathor, come to enchant me away from my slumber." He smiled quietly and drew a hand over her cheek. She was something ethereal, milky white and enchanting.
"Would you enjoy my just punishment, little princess."
"What?!" (For shigs and siggles)
"So curious…" A smirk, and a shake of his head. "Its harder than you think."
He kept only a taste before he moved back, his hand drawing hers upwards, out of his pants. “You’re lucky I’m not so inclined to have a proper taste of you.” He eased back. “Though, I will admit, you’re a tempting offer.”
She slowly sat back, fingers splaying on her knees, well, she wasn’t exactly embarrassed, but the situation was awkwardly euphoric, and tickled her curiosity. Her head gave a slow tilt, “I would be more worried if you could handle it”, she rubbed her neck, fingers stretching over the soft material of her collar.
He gave her a look that clearly read that he doubted her doubt in him. He could have taken her without reservation, if he'd chosen to. "What good would a dead machine be to me? Far better alive...alive and tested." He smirked, licking at his own lips.
Bianca is a Fangirl
Sometimes
Ever the obedient one
My King // Mekare and Enkil
"Well…what of you, what of your sister? Of course it is good to see that you live, I would count all unscathed as a victory at this point. Time has torn us apart and yet we’ve managed to find again our own humanity…at least, it seems for me, and for Khayman, for some of the others who know years as we do." He shook his head. "I hope that a time for animosity is over."
"We are alright and together." which was the most important part. "Not all scars are visable." she simply and quite heartbroken but she fixed her tone.She wasn’t very used to speaking so she had hard time controlling her tone.
"That is what I hope. I, as the Queen, want to bring peace."
"On that, then, we are agreed. I have no interest in more conflict. Especially not now, not that Akasha lives, and it seems that you are quite well." He smiled gently.
"How funny to think, all those years ago, that you would come to hold a crown greater than mine."
Good evening.
"I think I'll find some sport tonight - I hunger, and there have been too many temptations to play innocent for long. Who else would like a bite? Perhaps I'll take a volunteer?"
1 Even now My thought is all of this gold-tinted king's daughter With garlands tissue and golden buds, Smoke tangles of her hair, and sleeping or waking Feet trembling in love, full of pale languor; My thought is clinging as to a lost learning Slipped down out of the minds of men, Laboring to bring her back into my soul. 2 Even now If my girl with lotus eyes came to me again Weary with the dear weight of young love, Again I would give her to these starved twins of arms And from her mouth drink down the heavy wine, As a reeling pirate bee in fluttered ease Steals up the honey from the nenuphar. 3 Even now She is art-magically present to my soul, And that one word of strange heart's ease, Good-bye, That in the night, in loth moving to go, And bending over to a golden mouth, I said softly to the turned-away Tenderly-tied hair of this king's daughter. 4 Even now I bring her back, ah, wearied out with love So that her slim feet could not bear her up; Curved falls of her hair down on her white cheeks; In the confusion of her colored vests Speaking that guarded giving up, and her scented arms Lay like cool bindweed over against my neck. 5 Even now I bring her back to me in her quick shame, Hiding her bright face at the point of day: Making her grave eyes move in watered stars, For love's great sleeplessness wandering all night, Seeming to sail gently, as that pink bird, Down the water of love in a harvest of lotus. 6 Even now She is present to me on her beds, Balmed with the exhalation of a flattering musk, Rich with the curdy essence of santal; Girl with eyes dazing as the seeded-wine, Showing as a pair of gentle nut-hatches Kissing each other with their bills, each hidden By turns within a little grasping mouth.
1-13 Bilhana: Black Marigolds translated by E. Powys Mathers (a free interpretation of the Chauraspanchasika), Houghton Mifflin Co., New York, 1919. An authorized text has recently been published in Britain:Black Marigolds and Coloured Stars, by E. Powys Mathers. Anvil Press, London, 2004; copyright © renewed 2004 Margaret Gibson and Lucy L. Painter for the Estate of E. Powys Mathers.
