Some people think PEWs are boring or evil looking. Those people are wrong. Let’s leave aside the fact that what makes a great rat is their personality and not their looks. The fact is, PEWs are wonderful and perfect.
Look at Julian! Those ears! Those whiskers! A perfect specimen of rat inquisitiveness. And that lifted paw says “I have places to go and trouble to find!” Why is the back of his neck dirty? Because sometimes when you’re a PEW you don’t have time to worry about hygiene, there are hijinks to get up to!
Kitty is a delicate flower, whose lovely girl fur is only emphasized by its lack of melanin. She is soft and clean, her fur is like fine silk, and her eyes perfectly complement the pink of her ears. Like all good rats, she knows how to enjoy the finer things in life, like the dog’s water dish.
Look at Samwise: Proud and athletic, his alabaster fur gleaming, red eyes full of vitality and energy. Never mind that as soon as I took this picture he lost his grip and fell into the box, in this moment he was a king.
You think PEW rats are lesser rats? Jasper is judging you from his pillow throne, the reflective power of his garnet eyes piercing to the very core of your soul. He sees you for who you truly are, and he is ashamed of you. Conversely, for you right-thinking people who love PEW rats as the wonderful animals they are, the light of Jasper’s eyes blesses you and protects you and your pets from all harm.
In short: PEW rats are beautiful, sweet, marvelous, and deserve all the love and all the Yogies.
The dress was created of many layers of gossamer weight fabric, hand-painted in watercolor shades of pale blue, turquoise, lilac, lavender and white. The dress used over 10,000 Swarovski crystals and 500 hours to complete with 20 tailors working. Sewn with four miles of thread, the dress seems to move effortlessly, float gracefully with every step the Princess takes. The many shades of color and near weightless layers give the dress depth and richness of color that billow out from beneath the top layer of fine silk.
Harry noticed a dozen girls- all, by the look of them, in their late teens- had emerged from the carriage and were now standing behind Madame Maxine. They were shivering, which was unsurprising, given that their robes seemed to be made of fine silk, and none of them were wearing clocks. A few of them had wrapped scarves and shawls around their heads. (based on this post)
Antique kimono. Woman’s wedding uchikake. Meiji period
(1868-1911), Japan. A fine silk uchikake featuring yuzen-dyed cranes in flight
over a raging sea. Embroidery highlights. Five mon (family crests). The crane
is one of the three major mystical animals, together with the dragon and the
tortoise. Its chief symbolic meaning is long life. With their lifespan of some
thirty years, cranes were thought to live not just decades but thousands of
years, becoming virtually synonymous with immortality. At Japanese weddings, it
is a symbol of loyalty. Also associated with the qualities of honor and wisdom,
cranes were believed to be intermediaries between heaven and earth, a messenger
of the gods to humans, thus symbolizing the spiritual ability to enter a higher
state of consciousness. Furthermore, the crane also represents a lasting
soaring spirit, health, and happiness. Their white bodies stand for purity and
their red heads denote vitality. The artist who created the crane over seas
scene on this kimono would have been a top artist at the time, as few extant
kimonos from that period can compete with its artistry and realism. When the
Edo period ended in 1868, once pre-eminent samurai warrior class was dissolved
by royal decree, leading to a career problem for the great artists who once
painted for this military aristocracy. Perhaps it was one of these great
artists that was commissioned to ‘paint’ this extraordinary wedding robe.
When a blind woman was named Inquisitor, none of her inner circle expected the task before her to be easy. Neither did any of them expect her to face it alone. Each of them has their own task, a duty they have assigned themselves to make Elera Lavellan’s life just a little easier, a role they carry out with stubborn dedication. None of them say it, but they all know that every one of them would rather die than see someone else take their place.
Solas walks with her in the Fade, drawing her into his memories, conjuring up images of the places they’ve been. Only her body is blind, and in the Fade, she can see the echoes he creates for her. They stroll the ramparts of Skyhold together, a smile flickering around her mouth as she looks out on the rolling mountains, and he helps her memorise every staircase and passageway so that she might navigate them more easily in her sightless waking world. He shows her the Emerald Graves, so that she can stand beneath the trees and gaze at the million different shades of green the sunlight creates as it falls through the leaves. He shows her, despite his scorn, the Dalish camp they visited in the Exalted Plains, so that she can remember her own clan and feel, for a time, at home. They walk the paths of his memories together, he her hahren, and she, a student and friend he is proud to teach.
Varric does what an author does best - he puts the world around them into words. When they reach the top of a slope and let out gasps of awe at a view that Elera can’t see, he steps up to describe it to her, painting every detail with the best words he can think of until she smiles and whispers, I can picture it. He does the same with the people they meet, telling her everything from the colour of their hair to how high she has to look to meet their eyes. Leave it to the others to do the basics, helping her to make it through the world. Varric’s duty is to make that world beautiful.
Sera is the one who climbs. Up the piles of rocks, balancing on beams and narrow ledges, clambering onto rooftops and jumping between gaps. She hates those creepy shards, but Elera says they’re important, and Sera’s damned if she’s letting a blind woman go hauling herself up those frigging rock piles to reach them. Elera would do it if someone else didn’t, stupid stubborn woman, and Sera doesn’t want to see her fall and get herself killed. Because even though she’s an elf, an elfy elf, a really elfy elf who wants those pissing elfy shards to open that elfy temple… somehow, they ended up as friends. Real good friends. And Sera was never one to let her friends get hurt.
Vivienne picks out her wardrobe, not only for all those soirees and balls that the Inquisitor is obliged to make an appearance at, but for day to day wear. Just because practicality is Elera’s greatest concern - finding something with few buttons she needs to fumble at and few fastenings to struggle with - doesn’t mean she should be forced to sacrifice fashion. Vivienne seeks out fine silk and velvet for her, fabrics that a Dalish elf could never have heard of or touched before. She finds tunics in rich turquoise to match her vallaslin, and, for special occasions, a ballgown in pale silvery-blue, so unearthly against her pale skin that she almost seems to be wearing moonlight.
Dorian reads to her. It starts with him making some remark about a book on spirit magic he’s been browsing through. That sounds interesting, she says, could you read that passage to me? And before long it’s a tradition. She comes to the library, he finds a book, they sit in chairs facing each other and Dorian reads. At first it’s mostly tomes on magical theory, but soon, he’s narrating a new chapter of Hard In Hightown every evening, and a little circle gathers around them to listen, all of them catching their breath in unison over the dramatic parts and groaning whenever Varric ends things with yet another cliffhanger.
Cassandra has always been at home on the battlefield, and right from the start, she appoints herself the task of making sure that Elera can feel at home there too. Two rage demons, approaching from the right, and three wraiths, she roars, as the rift splits open and pours the Fade’s denizens forward. One Red Templar in heavy armour, one archer. Just the simplest things, the things that tell Elera where to stand and what spell to use. There’s nothing she can do to make the bellowing of demons and the clashing of weapons less chaotic - but she can try to bring some kind of order out of the chaos. That’s what she does best, after all.
Bull takes it upon himself to make sure she can indulge in all the things the others won’t let her. Honestly, they treat her like she’s made of glass sometimes, and he knows it infuriates her, knows that she doesn’t want to be coddled. She’s blind, not a child. So he’s the one who makes sure she drops into the Herald’s Rest like all the others, the one who buys her a drink and lets her vent. She rarely has more than one or two, but all the same, he walks with her back to her room afterwards. Leaders have as much right to let themselves go as anyone from time to time. The fact that this leader can’t see doesn’t make the damnedest bit of difference to that.
Cole helps. He appears from thin air to guide her up staircases and through passageways when she needs it - but only when she needs it, because he knows she wants to stand alone as much as she can. And since she can’t see the curl of another man’s lip or the twitch of his brow while she speaks to him, Cole reads people for her, telling her the things she can’t pick up from their words and their tone. To him, her lack of eyesight means nothing. She’s a person, like all the others, and her thoughts are the same as everyone else’s.
And Blackwall stands beside her. Where he’s meant to be. He’s the shield between her and everything that could ever possibly hurt her, the hand that flashes out to catch her when she stumbles and the weapon that cuts down the enemy who dared to get close. He’s the arm she rests her hand on as they go about their travels, the voice that tells her the path’s getting steeper or take it slow, there’s a sharp drop to the right. At first it’s an obligation, the duty of a soldier who’s seen men suffer a thousand different wounds from war, losing eyesight and limbs and sanity and Maker knows what else. He knows how to help someone whose body isn’t quite whole.
But it becomes more than that, so much more. She is so strong, so capable, so determined to face all the trials thrown at her by a world she can’t see - but she can’t protect herself from everything. Just as he has needed her, needed her calm kindness and her dauntless faith in him, so she needs him to be her first and last line of defence. He knows, as the rest don’t (all right, Cole probably does, but all the normal rest don’t) that the one thing Elera Lavellan fears is oblivion. Being lost and alone with nothing to guide her.
She won’t have to face oblivion while he’s still breathing. She will always be able to reach out for him and find him there, to hear him tell her, I’m here, my lady. To which she responds with a smile and a murmur - I know, vhenan. Thank you.
She is his fortress, he is her shield, and nothing in the world can touch them.
Eleanor of Aquitaine enjoyed dressing elegantly in fine clothes,
often of silk embroidered in gold or silver thread, and she became a fashion icon in the Medieval
Having grown up at the splendid and majestic court of Aquitaine,
Eleanor always loved luxurious and exquisite jewelry, and her collection of
pieces of jewelry, including massive necklaces and jewelled circlets
to hold in
place veils that all married women wore in the 12th century.
Bernard of Clairvaux, a
French abbot, harshly criticized Eleanor’s dresses and manners when she was the
Queen of France. We have a detailed description of one of Eleanor’s dresses she
wore in the period.
Bernard of Clairvaux wrote about Eleanor’s appearance:
of court ladies are fashioned from the finest tissues of wool or silk. A costly
fur between two layers of rich stuffs forms the lining and border of their
cloaks. Their arms are loaded with bracelets; from their ears hang pendants,
enshrining precious stones. For headdress they have a kerchief of fine linen
which they drape about their neck and shoulders, allowing one corner to fall over
the left arm. This is the wimple, ordinarily fastened to their brows by a chaplet,
a filet, or a circle of wrought gold.”
Bernard of Clairvaux’s description coincides with the one
given by Geoffrey de Vigeois, who also condemnedthe outlandish and vulgar
French court fashions in the period when Eleanor was King Louis VII’s wife. Of
course, conservative French courtiers, all the more abbots, couldn’t like
Eleanor’s frank courtly manners and frank clothes, which were fashionable in
Aquitaine and which she was accustomed too.
When Eleanor of
Aquitaine and Louis VII were in Palestine on the Second Crusade, there was an
outrageous tale about Eleanor and her ladies, which might have originated from the
eyewitness account of a Greek observer, who described Eleanor and her ladies as
being dressed like Amazons on their way to the Holy Land.
Benoit de Saint-Maure dedicated his Le Roman de Troie (The Romance of Troy), a
medieval retelling of the epic theme of the Trojan War,to Eleanor, in which he
described Eleanor and her Amazons as riding into battle on a fine Spanish horse
caparisoned with “a hundred tiny golden twinkling bells“ and armed with
"a hauberk whiter than snow,” a sword, a lance, and a golden shield bordered
with rubies and emeralds. She and her Amazons let “their lovely hair hang
In 1154, Eleanor of Aquitaine and her second husband, King Henry II of England, were crowned and consecrated with pomp
and splendor. Unfortunately, we don’t have the detailed description of Eleanor’s
coronation gown, but, according to Alison Weir, a Victorian biographer would have
dressed her in:
“a wimple or close coif
with a circlet of gems over it; her kirtle or close gown has tight sleeves and
fastens with full gathers just below the throat, confined with a rich collar of
gems” and over this was added “an elegant pelisson, bordered with fur.”
The impact of Eleanor’s great tastes on clothing style
in England was enormous as she introduced fashions, fabrics, and etiquette from
more cultured and sophisticated court. Women’s clothing became richly
ornamented and increasingly elaborate.
Eleanor’s effigy of at
Fontevraud Abbey shows her gown covered with diagonal bars of gold, in the
triangles of which there are gold crescents placed from point to point, and no
doubt other ladies of her time had their emblems or badges embroidered into
Eleanor brought some of well known Aquitanian
traditions into English fashion.
A bliaut was a rich,
full overgown made of fine silk, which tightly fitted the bodice and down to
the hips; it was worn with a decorate belt and an ornamental girdle. Wearing bliautwas a new highly fashionable trend
at the royal court.
The bodice ofbliaut
was split down on either side from underarm to hip and attached with ribbons,
which made gown envelop the body tighter.
The skirt was cut wide, falling down
to feet freely, in light folds. Bliaut
sleeves were tight from shoulder to elbow, then flared out into enormous cuffs,
amusingly long enough to drag on the ground; sleeves were knotted to make them
more manageable in a shorter form.
silks from the Middle East were readily available throughout Europe, and
Eleanor used silks of various palettes for her gowns; silks were often costly
embroidered in gold, silver, or metallic threads.
According to historians, there was a striped fabric
called ray, but it wasn’t widely used at Henry and Eleanor’s court. Woven in
Wiltshire, linen was used for women’s headdresses and for undergarments for
both sexes. Velvet would not be invented until the fifteenth century.
Before Eleanor of Aquitaine, the following hairstyles and
headdresses were popular in England after the Norman Conquest:
Couvre-chef, which was a new name for the head-rail after the
Norman invasion. The couvre-chef style was wear hair long, sometimes to point
of having to be knotted off the ground, and tended to hang down on either side
of the face, worn with a circlet to hold it in place.
Hair uncovered. By 1125 women began to appear in public with their
hair uncovered, usually worn parted down the middle and plaited in various ways.
Length, which echoed in sleeve
length. At times, the illusion of long hair was aided with fake hair, ribbons,
silk tubes with tassels, and attached metal cylinders.
Eleanor of Aquitaine brought new hairstyles and
headdresses in England.
was supposedly introduced by Eleanor of Aquitaine. It was a band of linen
encircling the face and pinned into place. At first it was only worn by royal
ladies with a circlet or coronet, but over time this hairstyle was eventually
adopted by all classes.
appeared approximately in 1190, by the time when Henry II was already dead. In
this headdress, a long fine linen or silk was draped underneath the chin,
across the throat, and the ends were pinned at the crown of the head. It was always worn together with a long veil and usually a
Eleanor of Aquitaine: By the Wrath of God, Queen of England, Alison Weir
Eleanor of Aquitaine. A Biography Book, Marion Meade
Queen Eleanor, Independent Spirit of the Medieval World: a Biography of
Eleanor of Aquitaine, J.B. Lippincott
No one reads this but I’ll say my spiel anyway. The entire reason I bought a fucking PS Vita and bought freaking Vandead Carnival was so that I could do this. Because it isn’t anywhere. And tbh going through Reiji’s things just pisses me off all the more because yeah he’s a dick but all the guys are and deep down he’s so fucking genuine?? So please, appreciate Reiji-sama. Translation was done by me and my questions were answered by boyfriend-sama so everyone give him thanks or else I’d still be pulling my hair out XD So yeah. Enjoy~
*Do not use without explicit permission*
Oh, did you wake up? Ah…were you planning to sleep?
That’s perfect. Well then, how about sleeping?
Even if you say that, you’re not in bed.
You don’t understand? It should be different from usual.
*sighs*…it doesn’t make sense to try and explain things to a dull woman like you.
Oh, I see. The luxurious one is different.
The way this feels…you can understand just by touching it. You, however…
That’s right. Isn’t it different from yesterday?
I had it measured while you were at school.
The bed is an antique so I left it as is, I only changed the sheets.
Because it was ordered from a well respected shop in Western Europe…I came to hear opinion.
Despite that, I’m amazed that I did not get the answer that I wanted to hear the most.
You still don’t seem to know the difference. It seems it’s best to leave your bed as is.
Good grief… it’s problematic for you to be at the same level as my brothers…
Hah? What are you talking about?
Isn’t it obvious that only the bed sheets and pillow case were changed?
The triplets are sleeping so they wouldn’t mind.
It is doubtful that Subaru would be sleeping in a bed.
I don’t need to explain that, do I?
Anyway, you are the only one who would use it.
That is why, I came to hear your opinion…
I tried sleeping by myself to make sure there is nothing wrong with it.
The sheets on this bed are mine. And of course, you are too.
Even saying that, I can’t find a reason to blame you for wanting to sleep beside me.
You know, don’t you? As long as you know that’s fine.
Even so, it’s the truth. That this has a nice and soft touch.
The firmness of the mattress is just right for me. How does it feel for you?
That’s a rather simple answer. If you could give me something more concrete, I’d like to hear it.
For example, to what degree is your body sinking into the mattress?
If you said that you are not sleeping because you are next to me, that is an invalid argument.
Because like this it won’t be long before you’re sleeping next to me.
Please think for yourself what that means.
How is it? This feeling of our bodies against each other…don’t you think it’s wonderful?
The feeling of the elasticity pushing back on your body. It’s the perfect balance.
You don’t know? *he sighs*…How troublesome.
Why did I even change yours…you understand at least that much, don’t you?
I do not need thanks. *sighs* Explaining it to a disappointing person like you would be as painful as breaking a bone.
You must understand your position.
You’re food, aren’t you? (He says this super teasingly though not very condescending like)
That’s why, you have to sleep well and stay healthy.
I have a duty to keep you in top physical condition with a good environment.
Kuku. I’m not worried about your body.
Would you let me suck blood from an unhealthy body?
The state of your blood, of course, is important, but so is your skin.
If your scars don’t heal quickly, then it will be a burden on your body.
It may eventually lead to discomfort of the whole body.
You yourself know best don’t you?
Well, that’s that. But there are things to that which make it convenient.
If my bite remains on your skin forever…
That would be a mark of my posession.
Even if you accidentally got caught by another man with your clothes all ripped…
If there were a lot of bite marks on your skin left by me, it will show that I own you, no?
Yes, in fact, if someone tries to ignore the number of perfectly beautiful bites that I have given you…
If such a reckless man exists, I will eliminate him before he reaches you.
Kuku…then? No matter what sort of hand touches you, I will erase it.
However, it seems that you like and are prone to falling into traps. So please, be careful.
Being sleep deprived and spaced out is not an excuse.
In that case, please try and have a proper sleep.
That said…what is with your sleeping posture?
With that sort of cheap pajama material, no matter how much you change the bedding it will not matter.
Because the design was cute, that’s why you picked it? You truly are a shallow person.
It seems as though there are several things in which I will have to properly train you again.
“Negligence” is the meaning of the word “sloppy”
Sleep quality is reduced with such negligence.
Here, touch my clothes.
Do you understand? What kind of material this is…
Yes, silk. Once you feel how smooth this is, you can never choose anything else.
Of course, this bed and pillow cover are also silk. You’ve noticed this much at least, haven’t you?
What a surprised sound you made…well, that’s fine.
Because silk is also excellent in humidity, it is perfect for wearing.
I will give you some next time.
In that case…well, let’s keep a design in mind for the moment.
It is important to choose something that would suit you.
You do not have to thank me. Because what is most suitable for you, that is something I know most.
Wide shouldered with an open neckline, a one-piece design would be good, wouldn’t it?
You’ll get cold? You don’t need to worry about such things.
If I suck your blood, your skin begins to heat up, and then you will no longer be cold.
If you twist your body and raise your voice, it’s only natural…for you.
That’s right, I’ve seen your twisted figure, it is useless to deny.
Lift up your face.
It seems you misunderstood. Honestly…you are a foolish person no matter how much time passes.
What you need is to be properly groomed, since you are only food.
In order to become suitable…do you understand now?
Even so…why are you looking at me with such eyes?
I have not said a single word of this thinking of you.
Despite this, I have told you what suits you.
It is natural to think that based on subjectivity? Think of your position.
Well even then. I need to know your hobbies.
If you want, I will give it a little thought.
I do not feel like giving you excessive expectation. Please do not hesitate.
What are you laughing for? Stop giving such a frustrating reaction.
*sighs* Is it not time you went to bed?
You are not sleepy? Please do not say such stupid things.
Even though I already explained this much, it’s amazing you can still say such things.
I see. It is important for you to consider actions that are in accordance with my will.
Are there secrets to sleeping well? That is something that exists without a doubt.
Speaking of things that make for a pleasant sleep, it is said that it is better to have a hot drink before going to sleep, no?
You already drank some? For once you had a good idea.
Then? What on earth did you drink?
Why did you choose black tea?
Enough already, tell me. Could it be that you heard it was good for sleep?
*sighs* As expected, you are disappointing.
Are you unaware that black tea, just like coffee, have the effect to hinder sleep?
No matter how relaxing the fragrance, you should avoid them because of such ingredients.
If you put something in the tea, though, the story may be different.
Yes. Because if you become unconscious, then you will sleep well.
Would you like to test it now? (The words he uses for this here already imply that he’s not being serious)
If you do not want to be told such a joke, then please correct yourself first.
Honestly, to be misled by such a rumor, you are a human that cannot be helped.
If you only listen to “others” you’ll only end up hurting yourself.
You only ever have to listen to what I say.
There’s no objection, right?
Before going to bed, hot milk is best. It would be good to drink some from now on.
It is important to do so, without question.
Let’s order some milk from the ranch. Getting it fresh every day would be good.
I don’t have to go that far? Exactly what are you misunderstanding?
I do not feel like drawing out your thoughts. This is simply all part of “food” (he’s referring to her) management.
Honestly…No matter how many times I say it, you never understand…*sighs*
I do not like doing things half-way. Even if it is something like “food” management.
In order to finish things perfectly, it is important not to go crazy for anything.
If you can move exactly how I’d like, I would not have to go this far.
It seems like you have a talent for making trouble for me… it’s upsetting.
…If you understand, then.
Go to sleep.
Why is it that you have to be ordered by me.
Moreover, you would like for me to leave the room. (It sounds awkward in translation, I wasn’t sure how to word it. But basically he’s annoyed by the fact that he constantly has to tell her things and she has no initiative on her own. And on top of no initiative, she wants him to leave the room so she can sleep alone)
No good. Since today I changed the pillow, I will stay here until you fall asleep.
Because it seems that you cannot sleep now that the pillow has been changed.
Well, you didn’t even notice that the pillow had been changed. Truly a disappointing woman. Be mindful of it.
Now, sleep. Close your eyes…yes.
-cuts to black-
Why is your body stiff?
With that sleeping face, you will be tired. That’s obvious isn’t it?
Please try your best to sleep. For example, isn’t there a pointless human saying about sheep?
Well, I don’t think such a thing will work. It is meaningless to know what little people think.
However, maybe it suits you. Try it.
*laughing* Did you really try it?
I don’t trust something so ridiculous…it’s silly.
But that’s exactly why…this foolish way suits you.
What happened? For you to be speaking to me while counting
Even with your eyes closed, can you feel my gaze on you?
There is no problem with that. Why should one take their eyes away from the target?
I must stay here until I can confirm that you are sleeping properly.
Or, could you be saying that I am an inconvenience by staying here?
If so, you must let me hear the reason. Come, say it.
It’s embarrassing? What are you saying?
I do not understand what it means to be embarrassed being next to me.
Think about it. Isn’t it funny for prey to be embarrassed by being near me?
Hm… Is there a different reason? It is nonsense to focus on one assumption.
So what other reason is there?
Are you feeling embarrassed that once again you’ve realized you are incompetent unlike myself?
Or are you feeling the shame and self pity for being unable to fulfill your role as food?
Later on, you will realize the advantage you have by having me.
This is how I…is it because I am staring at you from such a short distance?
Oh? It seems I found the answer.
-cuts to Reiji again-
Didn’t I tell you not to open your eyes?
*chuckles* Were you planning on stealing a glance?
If you’re planning to continue looking…
How about I look directly at you?
What’s wrong? You wanted to see, didn’t you?
Ah, that’s right….this is a good opportunity. With such a thing, let us graduate from what is upsetting us.
From here on, I will allow you to get used to it.
So then, please adjust your gaze. Do not look away, please continue watching.
Your pulse is faster than usual. I will keep this in mind.
With your eyes fixed on me…it may be more effective if we are closer together.
Woops. I cannot give you the option to escape.
I can’t bring you closer because I already have you roughly by the wrists…
That’s no fun. Then, come, closer to me. (the game makes you touch the screen so that you’ll get closer)
More. Even closer.
What are you waiting for? I do not remember telling you to stop.
At this distance our lips will touch? *chuckles*…is there something wrong?
There is no problem. Continue…Or do you not want to touch me?
What are you saying after coming such a distance?
Kiss me. (Ok the feel of this gets completely lost and I hate it but idk how the fuck else to translate it. It’s not as direct or harsh, it’s pretty soft the way he says it, more like he is requesting one from her, like ‘from you, a kiss if you please’ but not in so many words)
This is an order. You must absolutely obey my instructions.
Why are you upset? Even if you make me wait, I will not spoil you.
You understand don’t you?…Since expressions of commitment are fine, do hurry up.
*you have to touch the screen again for a kissu!*
Why did you avert your eyes?
Look while kisses are exchanged (ok but bastard closed his eyes in the CG??)
Yes, of course I was going to be looking to check.
However, even disciplining you in this fashion, it will take hundreds of years.
You can overwrite such feelings of embarrassment with something that feels good.
Don’t you think?
Furthermore, no one is saying to kiss deeply or intensely.
As for myself, I do not mind trying a kiss like…
I will dare to leave you here. It will also convey to me what sort of feelings you have.
However, I do not know how you truly think of me.
If it is to me, it is fine to show it as you’d like.
Why do you have such disappointed eyes?
*heroine closes eyes and kisses him*
*opens eyes again*
Was this your answer?
*his smile gets bigger*
…No, this is fine. It is not enough but…I understand.
Very well….*kisses her some more*
Your gaze…do not divert it…*more slow sensual kisses*
I would not say it is embarrassing, would you?
Because I received it from you.
I will let you get used to it….*more kissing*
*scoffs* What happened? Making that sort of face, your blood pressure is rising.
The blood vessels in you human beings are incredibly fragile, so please be careful.
But can you stop having such labored breathing over something like this?
It is not pleasure I want you to remember. It is comfort.
By touching your hands, forehead, lips.
I can understand that comfort has been gained.
Do you believe me?
*scoffs* What’s with that happy answer?
…if you say that, then calm down the speed of your pulse and relax.
And with that, you should try to sleep well.
Oh? Are you forgetting now? I came to manage your sleep.
That is why you must understand the original purpose exactly.
Are you going to sleep well?
I see. You are a troublesome woman.
Well then, for a little more…we can touch each other.
Calling it skinship is a bit awkward, but it cannot be helped.
Please do not be conceited. I do not accept all of your actions.
Well, like this…it is not so bad to feel warmth.
What? Do not hold someone’s hand without permission.
Your head? ….Like this?
*laughs* What sort of face are you making? In a stupid way, like that of a dog being groomed…it’s a happy face.
You’re the only woman who accepts my hand in such a happy way.
Good grief, for you to relax in such a way…
It seems that I will have to go to bed next to you every day…
Let’s do it like this for a while…just stroking…
Goodnight, [Your name]
When I am with you…my condition gets worse.
This…you are sleeping unprotected in my arms…you are truly a strange person.
But, for sleeping side by side to be so comfortable…
It was unnecessary to point it out. Nevertheless…why?
This satisfaction…makes me feel like I’m being filled with warmth.
It was not supposed to be in such a way, but seeing as it is now, it cannot be helped.
Antique kimono. Summer Kimono. Taisho period (1912-1926), Japan. A “sha” (simple gauze) chirimen
silk hitoe (unlined) summer kimono featuring woven carp motifs. The fine silk
threads are tightly twisted, yielding a slightly raspy texture. During the Edo
period (1603-1868) there developed an aesthetic in Japan called
“iki”, which connotes to a combination of simplicity, purity, and
sophistication. “Less is more.” This “iki” aesthetic was
not as much utilized by the time of Meiji period (1868-1911), yet this Taisho
(1912-1926) kimono is a perfect example of this “iki” Japanese
aesthetic. The various carp on this kimono all differ from each other – some
are large, some are small; each was colored by different-colored woven threads;
and some have white hand-painted lines of separation between the body segment,
while others do not. There is an unusual detail on this kimono that cements the
fact that this kimono was a very expensive and special project. That is, the
artist has taken the effort to delicately paint in missing parts of several
carp across the seam line that divides the front and back panels – see some of
the detail images to view this work closely. It is highly unusual for a kimono
designer to take the extra time to do this – normally, if a motif is “cut
off” at the edge of a panel, and cannot be lined up with an equivalent on
the adjacent panel, it is and was customary to ignore the problem. Let’s now
take a look at the symbolism of the carp motifs. The fish’s coloring also has
something to do with its symbolism. Certain colors represent certain aspects or
outcomes in life. For example, “Kohaku carp have a white body with red spots
and symbolizes success in your career; "Kumonryu” with an all-black
body symbolizes life changes and transformations; the “Ogon” is a
solid silver symbolically represents success in business and wealth; and the
white and red “Kuchibeni” represents love and long-lasting
relationships. The Kimono Gallery.
about something you posted earlier--how do you know God is so... happy if we come to Him? Like it was so moving (I almost started crying in all honesty) but I can't comprehend God would have any positive emotion at all about my coming to him. I feel like I expect the "about time you showed up" response more than anything. Sorry if this message doesn't make sense or is ignorant. Thanks for all you do <3
Don’t be sorry. I know completely what you mean. I’ve had times where I feel like Jesus just tolerates me. But, I need to tell you. He ADORES you. The Bible, God’s-word, God-breathed, God-inspired is full of love letters and stories for us. For you. You.
I want you to read some of these and understand this it’s God, trying to communicate to you. So for a moment, it’s just for you. It’s you and Jesus.
Luke 15:11-32. The Parable of the Lost Son. This child, comes back into his fathers home (into God’s presence) and his dad meets him and wraps his arms around him, kisses him, covers him in fine clothes, puts a ring on his finger and declares that a marvellous feast be held. When you come into God’s presence, He does the same thing. This story is about you. When you come to Jesus, he wraps His arms around you, He kisses you, He dresses you in fine silk and jewellery and He declares a feast be made in your honour. He is so happy to see you.
Zephaniah 3. This is a time in the Bible when Jerusalem was going crazy. It says they were “rebellious and defiled.” And God was sad for a while. He was disappointed and angry at them. But, God’s love is so unwavering, so powerful, so on fire that He could not be angry for long. Verse 17 says “The Lord your God is with you, the Mighty Warrior who saves. He will take great delight in you; in his love he will no longer rebuke you; but will rejoice over you with singing.” He delights in you. When He thinks about you, He rejoices with singing. God, the King of all finds Himself singing when you enter His presence. You, dear child.
Matthew 8. Now, back when Jesus was walking upon the face of the earth, having leprosy was pretty much the worst thing anyone could have. People hated you if you had leprosy. Shopkeepers wouldn’t serve you, people would avoid you, mothers would cover their children’s eyes. But Jesus, so full of love and compassion, reaches out His hand and touches this man with leprosy. I can imagine people in the background gasping at the sight. But Jesus just has so much love for His children that this is not a barrier. He loves you this much. When you walk into His presence, no matter what state you’re in, He is willing and He wants to spend time with you.
Matthew 14:22-33. I love this one. So, all the disciples see Jesus walking on the water, and Peter wants to join Him. Jesus calls Peter out and he gets out of the boat to walk on the water with Jesus. But, Peter becomes afraid and begins to sink. Now, what does Jesus do. IMMEDIATELY, He reaches out His hand and catches Him. Then, He goes on to ask why he was afraid. But, I love this because Jesus doesn’t watch Peter start to sink and tell him “just don’t doubt, you’ll be fine.” Jesus doesn’t wait for Peter to drown, learn his lesson and then pull him up and tell him what he did wrong. No. The second that Peter asks for Jesus to save him, Jesus catches him. Straight away. He loves Peter so much. He loves you this much. His heart aches when you are in pain and the second that you ask Him to save you, He IMMEDIATELY reaches out His hand to catch you.
Jesus died for you. Jesus died for you. Jesus DIED for you. An innocent man, who deserved only good things. He watched His friends betray and deny Him. He watched as they declared they did not know Him in front of accusers. He watched a guilty man go free as the public, screaming, decided that He was of less worth than a murderer. He suffered agony by the hands of Romans; from being spat on and having thorns pierce His temples, to having His flesh ripped and shredded until His bones began to glow red. He carried a heavy cross up a hill, collapsing underneath it. He then laid down on that cross and felt the sheer sting of 3 nails skewer His bones to keep Him in place. He was lifted, naked and bloody, on display for all. Friends and family. Even His own mother. For hours He struggled to attain every breath. And then He died. He died. He experienced all that because of His love for you. He went through all of that, because He desperately wants relationship with you. Do you think that He would experience so so much, because He only feels “meh” about you. No way! He went through all of that because he utterly ADORES you. He ADMIRES you. He CHERISHES you. HE DELIGHTS in you. He TREASURES you. He is up and down CRAZY for you. He loves you. So so so so so so much. SO MUCH! Child of God, when you enter His presence, He runs toward you and cheers because He would love to spend some time with You. He died because He finds so much joy in being with you.
He does not tolerate you. He is not an ‘about time you showed up’ kind of God. He’s an ‘I’m so glad you came. I’m overjoyed. I love you so much. I love you so much. I love you so much’ kind of God. And it’s for you. YOU.
Hiiii, I absolutely love your elorcan and rowaelin fics!! Will you write a Rowaelin: "Stay the night. Please." fic? It would be awesome if you had the time for it. Thanks❤❤ and once again, you're a greta writer!!
So sorry this took me so long to do. Life got in the way. But here it is! And I feel like I need to apologise in advance…
Stay the night. Please.
Rowan watched Aelin as she slept. Her breathing even and heavy. The way the moonlight shone on her bare skin made it looked like she was glowing. She lay on top of the blankets clad in a golden night gown. Really, gown was a generous word got what she wore. It was barely a slip of silk.
He stood by the door, just observing her. She was so beautiful.
Rowan looked back to the dark hallway. He needed to go, his journey was long and difficult, and the longer he delayed the more strenuous and arduous it would be. But he could not help but stay and look at his wife. His love for her filled his chest.
As if sensing the sudden rush of emotions Aelin stirred and opened her eyes. They were still sleepy as they took him in and she gave him an equally sleepy smile.
“You should be sleeping,” Rowan said softly.
“You’re leaving?” She asked raising her head a little.
“Yes,” he said making his way to the bed.
“Must you?” Aelin asked giving him a beseeching look.
Rowan only nodded as he sat on the bed next her. Aelin raised herself up, the silk clinging sinfully to the contours of her body. Rowan watched and drank in the sight. He stilled as she made her way to him then settled in his lap, straddling him. Her fingers played with the the ends of his hair at the nape of his neck and she kissed him. Once. Twice.
“Stay the night?” She asked.
“I can’t,” Rowan said, his voice was pained.
Aelin kissed him again. This one lingered and set his blood afire. “Stay the night. Please?”
It was the use of her so often absent manners that broke him. He kissed her, fiercely, his hands roving over her body, callouses catching on the fine silk. Aelin returned his affections with the same fervour. Hands buried in his hair, she pulled herself flush against him and Rowan swore he could feel her heartbeat as she became aware his desire to stay with her. His lips moved from hers and trailed to her cheek, then ears. His canines bit down on her earlobe and she gasped. Holding onto her thighs Rowan lifted her before laying her on the bed ast he hovered above her, taking in the delightful sight beneath him. Aelin lent up and graced his lips with a soft kiss.
Rowan awoke with a gasp. His body still tingling from the phantom contact he’d had with Aelin. The tiny window in his cabin aboard the ship showed that the sun was just peeking over the horizon, golden hues of yellow appearing. His breathing was heavy and he choked back a single sob that broke from his lips. His Fireheart was not here. He did not know where she was. She had been so content, so whole, in his dream. Rowan closed his eyes tight against the thoughts that he could not stop from invading his mind. There had been so much blood on that beach, so much soaked into that shirt Cairn had torn from her body.
Rowan lay there, wiping the sweat from his brow, trying to centre himself. He would find her. He would go to the ends of the world and all the portals of hell to find her and bring her back. His Fireheart. His wife. His mate. His Queen.
UNLABELED NORELL DAY DRESS with REMOVEABLE TRIM, 1950’s.
Finely tailored navy silk with short sleeve bodice having jewel neck and princess seams, four oversized mother of pearl buttons, set-in waist with a near circle eight panel skirt, button-on white linen pilgrim collar and two pair cuffs all with navy embroidered scallop and dot border, narrow self belt, side zipper.