#lover nos alive

[everlastingdreams]

The Weeping Monk x Reader : Born In The Dawn Chapter 36

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Story Summary: Locked inside a dark room in a dungeon, kept alive only for your power, you believed you’d never see the daylight again. That is until the Weeping Monk finds his way down and steals you from your captors. It is the beginning of a journey that leads you through hardship and newfound hope, but nothing is assured in a world that is changing for the Fey. The magic that runs in your veins is drawing out the worst the world has to offer, does it include the man who pulled you from the dark?

Chapter Title: Et Nos Cedamus Amori

Notes: This is spicy, I believe 🌶️

Special warnings: Scent-Kink. Foreplay. Unprotected sex. Consensual. Strong language.

Warnings: Grief. Violence. Torture. Sexual Assault. Rape Threat. Gore. Enemies To Lovers. Pining. Trauma. Flagellation. Manipulation. Strong Language. Blood. Gore?. Misogyny. PTSD. !!!!Spicy and smut!!!! parts. Slight redemption arc.

Other warnings: Jealousy. Forbidden Love. Romance. Slow-burn…

Word count of this fic: +220K

Chapter:  36/41

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Thank the Hidden he was still holding on, because you felt a little unstable on your feet after hearing that.

Your eyes locked on his, “Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel rushed or-”

With a kiss he silenced the doubt and took his time to feel the softness of your lips. He parted from them only to speak, “I am certain.” His thumb graced over your bottom lip, “Will you have me?”

He was offering himself, body and soul, yours to have and keep. Surrendering his very being to love instead of war.

You gently cupped his face whilst nodding. “With all my heart.”

It was impossible to ignore how you felt him tremble, or maybe it were your own hands that did.

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.” It was something you hated to admit.

“Shhh…” He hushed, as if he was calming a frightened animal before it would run off.

He reclaimed your lips, gifting a searing kiss upon them. All the fears you’d felt regarding a coupling faded to the background the longer the kiss continued, as if he somehow took them away. Sometimes you even felt the markings under his skin threaten to rise to the surface, but they never did, they were merely responding to feeling the pads of your fingers on his neck.

The cold steel of the vambraces chilled your skin when he slid his hand under the hem of your shirt as much as the bodice allowed for it. To be restrained in the leather was bothering you, there was no need for it’s protection now.

You broke away from him and took a few steps back, mumbling more to yourself, “I’m taking this damned thing off…”

He looked somewhat lost, until you started to undo the cords at the front of the bodice. The cords could be a pain to undo, especially if you felt rushed or nervous. Taking a few steps away from him was better than accidentally elbowing him in the chest or arm whilst focusing on the task.

Your hands stopped trembling after a few seconds and you felt more comfortable to let him near again. By sending him your most sweetest shy smile, you hoped to draw him in closer.

The Ash Man appeared indecisive, but certainly intrigued. He cast his eyes to the side, forbidding them to watch, when the temptation became too strong he pressed them shut for a moment.

It had to be overwhelming for him to see you begin to undress. You proceeded slowly, giving him the time he needed to adjust. By the time you had finished unlacing the bodice, his eyes were open again.

You held the leather in your hands, “Do you want me to stop what I’m doing?”

Those weeping eyes fell on your face, then on the bodice, his mouth opened but not a sound came out.

He shut his eyes briefly again, to collect his thoughts, “Do you… want to stop?”

It had sounded like he was asking about the weather, it must have taken quite some effort for it to sound so normal.

You saw the tinting present itself on his cheeks. “I feel safe enough with you to continue.”

His eyes opened, and he drew an audible shaky breath through his nose. Even though he did not come closer, anyone could see that he wanted to. You slowly crossed the small distance and put the bodice in his hands.

The leather was still warm…

He could not help himself, it was as if instinct took over when he lifted it to his nose to pick up your Fey scent it carried.

Your heart’s pace increased upon seeing the change in him, the instinct of the Ash Folk presented itself before your very eyes. He lowered the bodice, his jaw tensed at the sensation it had awoken.

For the tiniest moment, you felt like prey that had just given a wolf the invite to eat them. The urge to take a step back was strong under the darkening of his eyes that the scent had caused, but you forced your feet to stay where they were.

With a couple of quick silent breaths, he calmed himself down, clearing his mind as best as he could. The feeling that had settled in him however was there to stay.

With shaking hands, but determination, you touched the leather straps that held his cloak secured. He read your eyes, and let the bodice find company with the floor, freeing his hands to aid you in taking the cloak off.

A life of constricting layered clothes had never bothered him as much as it did now. Still, he found comfort in your patient pace.

His cloak was on him in a different way than you were used to, it did not close at the neck, the straps crossed at his chest to keep it in place.

One arm freed, then the next. You took the cloak by the hood, careful not to have it get caught in his hair, and moved it back until it fell into a puddle around his boots.

After a moment of silently facing each other, the evidence of how nervous you both were was plain to see. Both planning ahead and deducing what would come next. By taking his hand, you drew him closer, he followed your lead with blind faith.

“May I?” You inquired, while touching the belts that held the weapons at his side.

There was a small arch to his brow, he breathed out the answer, “You may.”

Leather was pulled through metal, it dawned on you how heavy the belts were to hold all the steel in place. In fear of waking up half the fort, you bend down to put the belts on the floor quietly.

Your next target was the belts that kept his jerkin closed. His hands moved a bit clumsily before they began to help you with them too. It seemed that any skills your hands or his possessed was lost in that moment. The belts proved an obstacle that needed, not one, but two nervous people to get past. A quiet silly laugh escaped you at the fidgeting. Whilst both your hands did the work, your lips got engaged again and he smiled against them. It felt like a victory when those belts were finally open. He took over, taking the jerkin off and letting it fall on top of the bodice.

A look was shared, then as if he had read your mind, the both of you began to undo the vambraces. His experience with them was clear, he knew exactly how to take them off in a short matter of time.

You were still trying to figure out how to undo the one on his right, they were indeed beautifully crafted. His fingers came to help and plucked at the fine leather cords that held it together.

You often caught him looking at you, to see if you were still alright. Nervous? Yes. But alright.

It wasn’t long before you had both the vambraces in your hands, and you placed them on the small bedside table with the respect such craftsmanship deserved. You never stopped feeling his eyes follow, not once. They fell upon your face as you stood before him again.

With a little tug at the front of his shirt, you let your intentions be known. Your fingers hooked under the hem of it and began to lift it up. When it was halfway up his torso, he freed himself of it by pulling it over his head swiftly. It was evident how quick his breathing was now that the shirt could no longer hide it, he seemed to be a little tense as well and quite alert.

By brushing your lips against his chest, you hoped to calm his nerves, you trailed them up to his neck. When reaching his collarbone he stroked over your neck in appreciation, then took a light hold on your throat, holding you still so he could give your neck the same treatment.

He preferred the spot just under your ear, one of the places where your scent was the strongest. It would be a lie to say that he didn’t taste the scent of your skin just a little with his tongue.

One sound from you and he brought his mouth to yours again. You placed a hand on his chest to make him halt. Once he did, you gestured to your shirt. By getting close and turning around, you hoped he would not see the hint of self-consciousness in your eyes. Your back was almost against him, while slowly taking off your shirt. It felt more comfortable to not having to be in his full view bare like this. You held on to the shirt for a moment, he held your upper arm softly in encouragement…

After propping the shirt into a ball, you tossed it on the foot of your bed. There was nothing to hide behind now, only your arms.

He had seen your bare back before, on the night you had escaped the paladin camp together. He trailed his index finger right next to a scar that the whip had left on your back, and leaned in to kiss the back of your head.

“The wounds on your back from the lashes have healed well.” He quietly mumbled the thought that escaped his mind. They never should have been there in the first place…

You felt him trace them, they no longer hurt but they were oddly sensitive still.

“I am sorry.”

“I have forgiven you.”

He kissed the back of your head again, then the side. His fingers hooked under the waistband of your trousers and slowly pulled until your rear was against him. Your face burned when feeling him hard against your behind.

An arm came around to hold you close. His mouth latched onto your neck again and send your mind into a spin. You teasingly bumped into him when his fingers tickled at your waist. He grunted at the pleasant pressure it caused, and his hand skimmed down to your rear.

He was very careful to touch it, he had not forgotten that the last person who had done so had ended up with their nose broken. Thankfully, your response to him was much more pleasant.

The hunger in him was present in the way he lavishly moved his mouth over your neck. It was perhaps the first time he had touched your rear on purpose, you did react surprised and jolted a bit, but then surrendered when hearing how content he sounded to be allowed to do it. The sound of his breathing, that deep humming…

All of it because he wanted you so much. It had an effect on your body…

“I believe I am stirring something in your loins.” The cocky twit’s senses were on point.

It had been something you had said to him once to get on his nerves, how could you have known back then that you would fall for him? Or that he would be able to pick up on such a thing?

You turned into his arms, still hiding behind your own, and rolled your eyes a little, “Are you gonna bring that up for the rest of our lives?”

He had a sudden hold on your waist and made you walk backwards until you were

against the wall next to an old painting. You were still trying to hide your bare self behind your arms, he noticed but did not comment on it.

“I should. For I want you to know that I can sense your needs, and I shall tend to them.” He made the vow.

And you were oh so clearly in need tonight. Even if he had not been focusing to pick up on the change in scent, he still would have noticed. Tonight his heritage was a blessing.

You didn’t know where to look and cast your eyes to the floor. Your witty mouth had abandoned you, the only thing left was the building shyness that threatened to silence you.

“You’re very bold for a former monk.” You fired.

He smirked at the return of the fire in you. “You are usually not this shy.”

You would have smacked his arm if you didn’t need your own to stay where they were. “I’m bare in front of you!”

His smirk changed a bit as his gaze went a little lower, a slight involuntary quirk in his brow. Not completely. Not yet…

You needed no magic to know what he was thinking, that look said it all.

With the knuckle of his index finger he stroked along your jaw to your chin. “And you are beautiful.”

Hearing it healed some of the pain inside that rejection had caused. You bit your lip, feeling your eyes get a bit watery but refusing to let the tears go. “So are you.”

He cupped your cheek, running his thumb up and down over it as he leaned in to put his lips to yours. With nerves wrapping your stomach into a knot, you moved your arms and brought him closer, until his chest was against yours. Mouths slid together, teeth over lips over tongues, slow and intimately. Your fingers trailed over his arms and chest, sometimes you could feel him shiver because of it.

The hand at your waist moved to your abdomen, where it slowly went higher until it cupped a breast. He did it with so much caution, as if he feared you’d push him off otherwise. You dared to bite down on his lower lip, never hard enough to draw blood, just enough to remind him who he was with. The sound he let out did not make it seem like he disliked it, quite the contrary. Gingerly he dragged his hand down your front again, to the waistband of your trousers.

“May I?” His question was a breath on your lips.

You gave a quick nod. “Please.”

As his mouth slowly traveled to the bottom of your jaw, his hand sank into your trousers. With the use of his index and middle finger he massaged the ache between your legs.

Being against the wall now was a blessing, for your body felt like floating away the longer he worked on it. It was tentatively slow, he took his time to figure out what sort of touch you preferred. The patience and devotion he displayed towards your pleasure greatly helped to calm your nerves.

Just like in the forest, he could feel the arousal on his fingers. He would see to it that you would not go to sleep unsated.

“You’re really… good at that.” You meant it.

At hearing the praise, he kissed your temple and smiled against it. “It is a very rewarding practice.”

That cheeky…

It did make you chuckle, but it turned into a moan when he got just the right angle. The bastard even hushed you, you shot him a glare, he grinned back. Of course he did not prevent it from happening again, he was the one still causing it. You held on to his arm as that pleasant feeling build inside again.

“Will you let me feel you?” The question tumbled out of him.

It was confusing, he was doing so already. You barely got the question out without it turning into a moan, “Feel?”

His hot breath was on the shell of your ear. “Inside.”

Your answer took a couple of seconds to come, “Yes.”

He stroked you some more before doing so, coating his fingers in the wetness. If he were to bed you, he wished to know if it would hurt you or not. He would not be comfortable bringing himself inside if he didn’t know you could take him. If he could already please you this way, it would take away some of the anxiousness he felt towards copulation.

The tip of his finger announced itself and you grabbed a hold on his shoulder, putting your head against it. This could hurt, books and talk had warned you of it. But the curiosity was stronger than fear, and the thought of him trying to make you come undone was highly arousing. Your hips still wanted to rock into his hand, seeking the friction you now missed. He generously used his thumb to aid in your search. With care, his index finger slid inside easier than expected. He still went achingly slow, and there was a slight burning sensation that got better every time his thumb began to tease. He let your hips control how deep he went, feeling you rock into him carefully.

His trousers had become tight on him, of course he imagined what it would be like. To have you, to hear you moan into his ears…

The pace was slow, even when he started to slide it in and out. Biting your lip was the only way to keep yourself quiet against his shoulder.

“Tell me how it feels.” His voice shook.

You doubted that you could.

“Good.” You croaked out. “Please…”

He increased the pace only a little, and felt your hips match it eagerly. You tried to undo the knot in your trousers, but it was difficult like this. He noticed and began to help free you off them, whilst continuing his task. They glided down your legs once the knot was loose.

Bare and vulnerable before him, a display of your trust, it was enough to bring him to his knees. But it was the arousing scent that clouded all his senses.

He withdrew his digit carefully and left a hollow feeling behind.

Your breathing was quick, and your mind was spinning. “Why-”

He hushed you and sank to his knees to the ground.

“What are you doing?” You reached down for him, a little alarmed, but mostly confused.

His fingers trailed over the scar of the wolf’s bite at your ankle. He trembled at feeling the warmth of your legs under his palms. “Kissing you.”

The confusion went away when he began, and you experienced exactly how strong one of the Ash Folk could be affected by scents. He kissed your thighs first, dragging his mouth to where the scent lured him to.

Moaning was risky, but that was exactly what happened within seconds of him using his mouth. With a hand on his shoulder, you tried to keep yourself from collapsing at the pleasure it gave. He had once mentioned that he would taste you too, but for it to mean this… to feel like this…

It was done so patient and lovingly, that any shame simply vanished.

He could feel the quiver in your legs and hear the quiet whimpers of pleasure, it was the first time he was on his knees and his silent prayers were heard. Sometimes he could feel you try to close your legs, all while still moving your hips more into him, in return he used his tongue to remind you why keeping them open was worthwhile.

After a while his face emerged and he let his thumb circle over you, gingerly sinking his digit inside again. He massaged, stroked and curled it inside. Leaving you to pray that you could stop yourself from making too much noise.

It brought you to the brink of despair, making your thoughts slip out in a whisper, “Gods… why don’t you just fuck me…”

Many crude things had come from you, but none like this.

He was on his feet instantly and pressed you against the wall with his body, “What was that?”

Oh no…

“I’m sorry.” You quietly said, not wanting to upset him, or make him think this wasn’t enough.

He looked genuinely stunned, perhaps even a little bothered by the profanity he was taught never to use. “That was the most inappropriate thing you have ever said to me. And you have said many.”

You felt like shrinking. “I’m sorry-”

He stopped you from apologizing over it again, “Did you mean it?”

There was only curiosity in his eyes now, it took you a few seconds to be brave enough to nod.

His eyes took you in for a moment, that disheveled state…

His hand sneaked between your thighs and he reinserted his digit, watching your expression in response to it, a gasp forced it’s way out of you.

He still worried. “I am more than what you feel now.”

You were clinging to his arms when it curled just right. “I know.”

As he seemed to decide, his thumb worked you further, it worked too well.

Your hand wrapped around his wrist suddenly, his eyes went to yours and saw how close your release was getting. If you wanted him to find the confidence to do this, you realized you would need to guide him a bit. If one was brave, the other would follow. From his wrist, your hand glided down to lace your fingers through his.

“Come.” You said, stepping out of your trousers that still hung at your ankles, and even when feeling quite exposed you walked into the direction of the bed with him.

The sight of the bed threatened to cause some fear, instead you turned and put your attention on him to remind yourself what you could have if you were brave.

“I feel very exposed.” Your smile was shy. “If you don’t want this, I’ll understand, and just put my clothes back on. But you need to tell me what you want.”

For a second he looked down at the clothes scattered around your room. You let him have the time to decide, feeling the temperature in the room chill your skin. Then his gaze rolled over you, slow and memorizing. There was a slight tilt of his head to the side, a sign his interest was piqued. You crossed your arms over your chest, bothered by the cold.

He brushed his warm hand over the goosebumps that had formed on them. “I want you.”

You could barely hide how nervous you were to ask, on of the many questions in mind managed to escape, “How?”

That answer came much faster. “On the bed.”

The sheets were no longer warm from earlier as you sat down on the bed, you tried to stop shivering to no avail. You reached for the only warm thing in sight. Him.

He sat down beside you to remove his boots, you watched him in silence, the nervousness was radiating from him, and you let him take off the boots at his own pace. Once they were off, he stood up again and turned to face you. He took a deep breath and began to undo the knot that kept his trousers secured, he moved very slow, like he feared you’d flee otherwise.

You locked up into a pair of self-conscious eyes, and gave him an encouraging smirk. “Don’t be afraid, Ash Man.”

Even he, a fearsome swordsman, had insecurities. Your eyes remained locked on his as he took the trousers off and kicked them to the side a bit. From then on, it felt like he was curious to see how long before your gaze would drop.

You forced your gaze to the ceiling for a second, feeling the smile tug at your lips. He stepped closer and by reflex your gaze dropped while scooting backwards on the bed. Your guilty eyes lifted to his face, he was reading your expression.

“Oh…” It was all you could think of to say.

He gave a curious look.

“I’ve just never really seen… you know… not like this…” You smiled sheepishly.

He was understanding, even a blind man could see how flustered you were getting. His knee came to rest on the bed, and in one smooth movement he caused you to lay down and was hovering above you. His hands were planted at each side of you, to be bare now you felt more vulnerable than ever before.

“Nervous?” He asked genuinely.

“No. I’m used to this.” Your voice dripped with sarcasm.

He flashed a grin and let his mouth rain down on yours again. The longer he kissed you, the more he lowered himself. The cold was gone and replaced with a heat that spread through you, you lifted your knee to rest it against him. You felt him warm and hard against your inner thigh, and carefully brought your hand down to touch him. He let out a delicious grunt the second you did, heavens he was hard. Seeing the blue darken in his eyes made the ache return in your loins. As you stroked him, his tongue entered your mouth. He grabbed your rear and gave it a squeeze, causing you to jolt, but his mouth prevented any curses aimed at him from spilling out of you.

When he squeezed again, you moaned into his mouth. To not admit defeat, your grip on him tightened just a little and his hips jerked forward into the touch. His teeth grazed your jaw up to your ear, by moving his knee against the inside of your own and then under it, he proved how easily he could make your legs open wider for him. Your legs could not close like this, he had slid his knee under your thigh. It was a vulnerable position to be in, still it did nothing but arouse further. He had you right how he wanted you. Under him, groin to groin, chest to chest.

He plucked your hand from his cock and leaned back just enough to see your eyes clearly in the dark. You read the question in his own, and nodded while cupping his neck. He moved himself against your groin first, grinding into you somewhat. You held on to his arms and lifted your hips into him more.

The confidence had grown in him, he stroked himself twice before aligning. Your body got very still as he pressed his lips to your temple, and himself inside.

It did burn a bit to be stretched, your body fought your mind. He moved slowly, gripping the sheets between his fingers.

You winced when he was almost completely inside, and he halted immediately.

He saw the tear brim at the corner of your eye. “I will retreat-”

“Stay.” You grabbed his hip, not wanting to back down now that it’s gotten this far.

“I’m hurting you.” He stated what he could see.

“Please.” You pleaded with him, and told him what had been taught to you. “It’s normal for it to hurt a bit. It will pass.”

He looked so guilt-ridden, and seconds away of ending this amorous encounter.

You brushed a hand over his hip. “I can do this. I want this.”

After a moment of thought, he gave a shallow nod. “Tell me when it is too much.”

“I will.” You promised.

Before he would dare to continue, he began to kiss your neck and throat, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin just right. You melted into the affections like butter, tracing the scars on his back with your fingertips as if you were playing a harp. He moved after a while, a slight movement of his hips that made him slide in and out just a little.

It felt odd at first, he’d wait a couple of seconds to do so again. He repeated this pattern until you began to crave the movements to come. With an impatient lift of your hips, you signaled that you preferred not to wait so long again.

His hips rolled into yours, into a slow but constant rhythm. Gasps for air and quiet moaning filled the room. Your fingers dug into his shoulders as he reclaimed your mouth. His groans and moaning were both desperate and relieved. He was vocal, and worked to bring the sounds out of you as well. The burning had stopped, your hips met the pace of his with eagerness.

Only then did he try to thrust deeper, and saw that you took him well.

With grinding slow thrusts he caused the tension to build into your core. He made you expose your throat more as his mouth slid over the length of it up to your chin.

His teeth grazed the shell of your ear, his voice went down to a breathy husk, “Moan for me.”

The request was easy enough to indulge, the pace of his thrusts began to increase. You cupped his neck with both hands, his hot breath was right over your mouth. Your thumb dragged his bottom lip down before your mouth closed around it.

His release was nearing, the heat of you mixed with the sight of you was making it far too simple to come undone.

He kissed back with a fiery passion, and brought his hand down between your legs to help. You knew he was close, he had begun to tremble all over and his breathing had deepened greatly. The sight of him made the knot in your core tighten severely.

“Lancelot…” You kept your eyes on his face, panting against his lips.

The rhythm of his fingers matched the ones of his hips. The pressure that had build snapped loose inside you with one well timed thrust. Your nails dug into his arms as jolts of pleasure ran through you. He was almost too late to try and muffle the moans flowing from your lips by crashing his mouth to yours. His pace slowed as he felt the quaking and contractions of your body.

Slowing down was no use to stop his own release, he was too far gone and this was the last push he needed.

Just when your body began to calm down, he groaned and thrusted once more, a gasp left you when feeling him twitch and spill. His fingers clenched the sheets, low guttural moans came from him. He had lowered himself to prevent falling on you, a wise decision considering how much he was shaking, his forehead rested on your collar bone as he recovered.

It felt surreal, to be together like this, sweaty and spend. You felt his breathing get slower against your skin, so slow that you wondered if he felt as tired as you were. Your eyes fluttered shut to enjoy the dreamlike state you found yourself in. It was so easy to be tempted by sleep, so easy that when he finally moved again your eyes barely opened. Even when they were closed, you still sensed that he was looking at your face.

You hummed warmly and curled your fingers in his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp. He moved and placed a tender kiss to your lips whilst he withdrew himself. Your body missed him right away, a new feeling. In your chest was a comfortable warmth now, and you touched your palm to his to see if it was warm as well.

His skin was flushed from his neck down to his chest, he was a sight to see like this. Finally your eyes made contact again, his were tired but filled with what you could only identify as adoration.

“I loved that.” You breathed it out. “I love you.”

He still was not used to hearing someone speak those words out loud to him. “And I you.”

Your eyes looked up and bathed into the blue of his.

His finger traced your cheek and nose in bewonderment, “Tired?”

You nodded and he moved to lay beside you. “I feel so good. Tired and good.”

It stroked his ego. He had never felt more wanted and appreciated. The way you looked now was the closest to divinity he would ever be.

You curled into him, head resting on his chest, “Did you enjoy it?”

He was massaging the back of your scalp. “I have never felt anything like it.”

In a good way or…?

You peeked up at him with inquiring eyes, Lancelot saw the silent worry in them.

“I enjoyed it.” He smiled down at you, “Very much so.”

A breath of relief left your lips as you made yourself comfortable in his arms. The silence between you said it all, to be close in the afterglow of this experience was enough. He was the first to fall asleep, no wonder as he had not rested tonight unlike you. The comforting rise and fall of his chest was of great help to fall asleep yourself a little while later.

Taglist:

@ourlazydetectivekitten​​ @the-great-adventures-of-me​ @linkpk88​​  @fxrchxldws​​  @elenaoftheturks​​ @slytherlight​​ @beananacake​​    @crystallizedtime​​  @moonlightaura03​​  @angrygardendeer​​  @have-aheart​​   @5am-cigarette​​ @arcanenature​​  @thewinterskywalker​​ @notyourwildestdream​​ @coloursforyourportrait​​ @koressecretidentity​​ @nike90​​ @n1ghtlux​​ @rachlovesactors​​ @luckyzipperscissorsbat​​ @morena-doing-stuff​​  @the-fangirl-diaries​​ @gipsydanger17​​ @heavenly1927​​  @phantasmalbeiing  @labyrinthonmymind  @asarcastic-thiamstan​​  @rainyv-skies @kissingandromeda @stclairesplace @​​katjusja @isla-bell-blog @beebeerockknot @sahvlren

Please let me know if you want to be added or removed from the taglist of this story.

#the weeping monk #weeping monk #weeping monk x you #cursed lancelot #lancelot x reader #lancelot #weeping monk x reader #cursed netflix #cursed #the weeping monk x reader

[earthwound]

list of concerts i went to

2024

MIKE (gnration) w/ berni & dudu

oqbqbo (antimuseu, CIAJG) w/ berni & inês

Croatian Amor (antimuseu, CIAJG) w/ friends

Meth Math (lovers & lollypops) w/ friends

2023

DakhaBrakha (hard club) w/ lauro

Ornatos Violeta w/berni & ivy

Ethel Cain (meo kalorama) w/ bia, joa & luís

Florence + The Machine (meo kalorama) w/ bia

Arca (meo kalorama) w/ bia

Shygirl (meo kalorama) w/bia, joa & luís

Belle and Sebastian (meo kalorama) w/ bia

Eiko Ishibashi (semibreve) w/ berni

Anja Lauvdal (semibreve) w/ berni

Tukijo Noriko + Joji Koyama (semibreve) w/ berni

Emeralds (semibreve) w/ berni

Kali Malone (selibreve) w/ berni

Weyes Blood (hard club) w/ cat 2019

Croatian Amor (mucho flow, 2018)

Heavy Lungs (mucho flow, 2018)

Iceage (mucho flow, 2018) 2018

Angel Olsen (CCVF, 2018) w/ my dad

Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds (nps, 2018)

Nakama (Bar Irreal) 2017

Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds (genebra, 2017) 2016

Ben Frost (gnration, 2016) w/ afonso

Them Flying Monkeys (nos alive, 2016) w/ ivy, tó & alex

Little Scream (nos alive, 2016) w/ ivy, tó & alex

Calexico (nos alive, 2016) w/ ivy, tó & alex

José Gonzalez (nos alive, 2016) w/ ivy, tó & alex

PAUS (nos alive, 2016) w/ ivy, tó & alex

Four Tet (nos alive, 2016) w/ ivy, tó & alex

Grimes (nos alive, 2016) w/ ivy, tó & alex 2015

Princess Chelsea (rádio bar, 2015) w/ ivy, maria & príncipe 2014

PAUS (casa da música, 2014) w/ afonso & ivy

Linda Maritini (casa da música, 2014) w/ afonso & ivy

#personal #mine #i will be adding to this

[pendragyn]

So I have a conundrum of a spiritual nature that I don't have anyone to talk to about so I am going to throw it into the void and see if anyone has helpful advice on it. I am NOT interested in the input of non-believers and jerks will be summarily blocked.

With that said, here is some background about me and my situation: I am witchy in a vague low spell-slot / dealing with major burnout sort of way and I have very specific *to me* beliefs about spiritual things that I won't go into, but I do enjoy and believe in tarot/divination as mostly a "headology" sort of thing - a conduit of sorts, though I don't know if it's inner or outer, and I'm not sure it matters.

SO, on the night of the 14th - 15th (which is significant to me) I saw a video of @rrrrriiiiooooottttt on tiktok doing a community tarot reading, which I logically know that masses of people saw but there were parts of it that felt very personal to me.

Firstly, my mom gave me her Waite-Rider-Smith deck like 30 years ago and I am relatively familiar with the deck's imagery, but beyond that it resonated because my mom's passed and I would have discussed this with her.

Secondly, some of the specific cards felt personal too, and when I did a few readings for myself they popped up again. But maybe I'm getting ahead of myself.

The reading itself was titled as "this is a message from Lucifer to you" which certainly had me smirking until it hit a nerve lol. They didn't pull cards so much as ask questions and shuffle until cards slipped from their hands in answer.

The cards in order; King of Cups and 9 Cups together, Emperor alone, King of Wands and 8 Wands, Queen of Pentacles alone, then 6 Wands, The Magician, (9 Pentacles which was mostly hidden behind other cards), Page of Swords, and Temperance all together. They interpreted it all to mean Lucifer was reaching out to work with people to overcome challenges faster than they might otherwise, see the bigger picture and find balance and abundance.

So I did a deep dive into analysing the cards they pulled, finding more stuff that resonated, and contemplated that for a couple days. Then I did my own readings on two different decks asking if a spirit was reaching out to me, yes, if it was malicious, no.

I asked if it was the pre-xian version of Lucifer and had cards falling as I shuffled, which is unusual for me. I interpreted them as a yes. (K of Pent, Strength, Ace of Pent, 6 Wands, 6 Cups)

So I asked "What now?" for lols and pulled the Queen of Cups which made me wonder if I should look for a writing mentor.

Then I asked if I should persue 3 certain writers as mentors and pulled a single card for each name, which got me the 5 Wands, The Devil lmao, and 9 Swords, all of which felt like big nos.

Lastly I asked if I should work on the magnum opus fanfic that I haven't worked on in a year and got the Lovers, which, I mean, yes, but also is a card that I actually reference in the story which knocked me for a loop lmao.

So now I'm at a loss because I've never worked with a spirit and I'm not sure how, or if I actually want to. If I could just write I would have by now lol so it's a real "Now what?" moment. The one person I'd discuss this with isn't exactly available for comment (and would probably freak tf out if she were alive lol). Anyone have experience they're willing to share, with Lucifer or any other spirits?

I am intrigued by the idea of working with a spirit, and am absolutely tickled by the thought of getting to say I made a deal with the devil, ngl, but I need some feedback from more knowledgeable people before I commit.

I don't know if anyone will see this but here's hoping. 💜

#yes I'm serious #tarot cards #spirituality #witchy #halp #hopefully this is coherent I've been working on it for hours #i can go into heavy detail #but wanted to make this initial post more concise #dunno that I succeeded lol #thanks for making it this far

[mariaofdoranelle]

🍭🥫

MIL BJOS, MARIAAAAAA!!!!!

@books8lover O BRILHO NOS OLHOS CHEGANDO QUANDO CHEGA NOTIFICAÇÃO TUA

🍭 - Favorite things to write about

FRIENDS TO LOVERS. There I said it it’s friends to lovers.

🥫 - What’s a scene you’ve really enjoyed working on?

Anything from Royal Rebels loll. It was one of my first works so my writing is terrible there but I had so. Much. Fun. I remember staying up until the middle of night because I was having one idea after the other and feeling energized because I had finally found something that made me feel alive.

I also had a lot of fun while writing Golden Tattoo’s part 4!! It didn’t drag out because I wrote it in a day 😂 but I love writing that Whitethorn chaos so much

#ask #books8lover

[lespetitspoisons]

Harry James Potter J'ai mangé une boite de mon chéri alors que j'aime pas ça, mais je te voulais tellement mon chéri.

Hanni El Khatib - Alive I can't believe I survived, it's all around and upside down but I'm alive ! How can this be true ? Nerlov - MacLeod A vingt ans je pensais que j'étais MacLeod. C'est pas faux mais ca craint, comme une clope, comme un arbre. Et même si j'avais passé l'âge, j'essayerais de trouver le courage, quand tout va s'arrêter, au moment des hommages, est-ce qu'on sera satisfaits, soulagés, où en rage ? Frank Ocean - Provider Yeah my best friend ain't backing out, it's still on sight, fool. I'm the only one out here on the night loops. Sleepin' on my belly in a loop like a serpent, talking heads ripplin' on the surface, eyes low, chin heavy, shoegazer. Blond - Les bonnes manières La moindre bagarre me fout en l'air, je revois les regards de ma mère tout au fond de mon âme. J'aime pas qu'on me dise ce que je dois faire, je préfère être un con à ma manière. Tu crois qu'on mérite encore une chance ? Derrière tes sourires, l'indifférence, ca nous rend fou. La moindre caresse me fout en l'air, à bout de promesses et de prières, j'abandonne. Agar Agar - I'm that guy Well I should've known better but there's a time where I threw up cause I was sick of it all, especially sick of you now. I'm gonna buy myself a dog with a lot of hair, cause I need to pet something, or I'm just gonna throw something in the bathtub now. Alice et moi/Dani Terreur - Le pire de nous deux Je suis la flaque d'essence, t'es l'allumette étincelante, on glisse à deux sur la pente. Tu veux faire aucun effort, tu veux montrer que j'ai tord, mais j'veux gagner chaque bataille, j'veux porter la médaille. Yelle - Peine de mort Avoue que je te manque, tu t'emmerdes sans moi. Tu observes les autres mais tu ne souris pas, sous ta peau j'ai glissé, je suis trop bien au chaud. Kate Nash - Dickhead Thirty five people couldn't count on two hands the amount of times you've made me stop and think: Why're you being a dickhead for ? Stop being a dickhead. Will you stop, no don't show, just have a think before you, will you stop ? Benjamin Francis Leftwich - Last smoke before the snowstorm This is just the start, you've got a cold heart, don't you want to spend more time round here ? Don't you love me, don't you want to be my sky ? If you trust me, we won't ever have to fight. BRÖ - Mystère Mystère, t'es un mystère, j'irais là où tu irais, ce système est risqué mais j'espère te capturer. Mystère, t'est un mystère, le temps de t'apprivoiser je serais grand-père, j'espère te détester pour récupérer mon esprit. Adele - All I ask Let this be our lesson in love, let this be the way we remember us. I don't wanna be cruel or vicious, and I ain't asking for forgiveness. All I ask is if this is my last night with you, hold me like I'm more than just a friend, give me a memory I can use, take me by the hand while we do what lovers do. It matters how this ends, cause what if I never love again ? Feu! Chatterton - Erussel Baled (Les ruines) Un jour je reviendrai à l'endroit où nous vécûmes, quand il n'y restera plus rien de nos vieilles rancunes, plus rien de l'odeur de ta chevelure, et sous la pluie battante tu m'as dit non, attends. Ray La Montagne - Within you War is not the answer, the answer is within you. Love love love love. Chien noir - Lumière bleue C'est juste une seule fois, c'est juste une nuit comme ça, c'est juste ton corps que je soulève, de l'or au coin des lèvres. C'est juste que j'y pense encore un peu, à nos ombres dans la lumière bleue. Lujipeka - Août 2008 C'est pas tout l'temps les autres, parfois, faudrait que j'l'intègre. La nuit est mauve, et tes remarques sont vaines, on est devenu des hommes, mais j'filmais pas, faut la refaire. J'ai pas su transformer l'essai, quand j'suis comme ça faut me laisser, juste un vieux loup solitaire, clope au bec roule sans mis-per. J'mettrais un dernier coup d'épée dans le lac de mes peines.

#v: soft #c: harry potter #bande originale

[crazyfilterlady2024]

Hey there, poetry enthusiast! Are you ready to dive into the mesmerizing world of poetic expression? Poetry isn’t just words on a page; it’s a journey of the heart and soul, where emotions run wild and imagination knows no bounds. Join me on this adventure as we explore the captivating power of poetry together.

Yo, poetry ain’t just for English class or fancy literary types. It’s for everyone who’s ever felt a tug at their heartstrings or been moved by the rhythm of words. Whether you’re chilling on the subway or kicking back in your crib, poetry is there to uplift, inspire, and make you feel alive.

In a world filled with hustle and bustle, poetry offers a moment of pause, a chance to reflect, and a reminder of the beauty that surrounds us. It’s like hitting the reset button on your soul, allowing you to see the world with fresh eyes and an open heart. So why not take a break from the chaos and immerse yourself in the magic of poetry?

Yo, it’s time to jump on the poetry bandwagon and become part of something bigger than yourself. Subscribe to this page for regular poetry readings that will touch your soul and ignite your imagination. Let’s build a community of poetry lovers who celebrate creativity, diversity, and the power of words.

Poetry has the power to heal, to inspire, and to spark change. It’s a force for good in the world, shining a light on the beauty of humanity and the resilience of the human spirit. So let’s harness the transformative power of poetry and use it to make the world a better, more compassionate place for all.

Now that you’ve heard my take on poetry, I’d love to hear from you! What does poetry mean to you, and how has it impacted your life?

Love Always,

Maria DC Santiago_________________________________________________________

¡Embárcate en un Viaje Poético con Marie-Marie!

¡Hola, entusiasta de la poesía! ¿Estás listo para sumergirte en el cautivador mundo de la expresión poética? La poesía no son solo palabras en una página; es un viaje del corazón y el alma, donde las emociones se desatan y la imaginación no conoce límites. Únete a mí en esta aventura mientras exploramos juntos el poder cautivador de la poesía.

Oye, la poesía no es solo para la clase de inglés o para tipos literarios sofisticados. Es para todos los que alguna vez han sentido un tirón en sus cuerdas del corazón o han sido movidos por el ritmo de las palabras. Ya sea que estés relajándote en el metro o en tu hogar, la poesía está ahí para elevarte, inspirarte y hacerte sentir vivo.

En un mundo lleno de ajetreo y bullicio, la poesía ofrece un momento de pausa, una oportunidad para reflexionar y un recordatorio de la belleza que nos rodea. Es como presionar el botón de reinicio de tu alma, permitiéndote ver el mundo con ojos frescos y un corazón abierto. Entonces, ¿por qué no tomarse un descanso del caos y sumergirse en la magia de la poesía?

Oye, es hora de subirte al carro de la poesía y convertirte en parte de algo más grande que tú. Suscríbete a esta página para lecturas de poesía regulares que tocarán tu alma e encenderán tu imaginación. Construyamos una comunidad de amantes de la poesía que celebren la creatividad, la diversidad y el poder de las palabras.

La poesía tiene el poder de sanar, de inspirar y de provocar cambio. Es una fuerza para el bien en el mundo, iluminando la belleza de la humanidad y la resistencia del espíritu humano. Entonces, aprovechemos el poder transformador de la poesía y úsemoslo para hacer del mundo un lugar mejor, más compasivo para todos.

Ahora que has escuchado mi opinión sobre la poesía, ¡me encantaría escuchar de ti! ¿Qué significa la poesía para ti y cómo ha impactado tu vida?

To add that page on medium, here is the link below:

#poetrycommunity#poetrylovers#poetryisnotdead#poetrychallenge

[headlinerportugal]

Casa cheia no À4HÁ com MДQUIИД. e Sunflowers | Reportagem Fotográfica

Carolina Brandão, uma força ímpar na bateria | mais fotos clicar aqui

Nos primeiros meses deste presente ano os MДQUIИД. e Sunflowers têm partilhado palco em diversas chances. Uma das ocasiões acorreu no passado dia 6 de março em Santa Maria da Feira. O local que recebeu as atuações foi o Cineteatro António Lamoso e o evento foi inserido no À4HÁ, um ciclo de concertos que acontece sempre ao mesmo dia da semana: quarta-feira.

Congeminado em Lisboa, o trio MДQUIИД. é composto por Tomás Brito (baixo), Halison Peres (bateria e voz) e João (guitarra). Eles foram os primeiros a atuarem nesta noite na terra das Fogaceiras.

Trio MДQUIИД. em concerto esgotado | mais fotos clicar aqui Em janeiro de 2023 editaram o LP de estreia apelidado de ‘Dirty Tracks For Clubing’ e desde então nunca mais amainaram. Num ano em que o seu reconhecimento subiu em flecha tiveram, quiçá, o seu ponto áureo no festival Vodafone Paredes de Coura para o qual foram convidados à última hora depois do cancelamento das meninas britânicas The Last Dinner Party. Rubricaram aí uma performance bastante intensa e que foi do agrado do muito público presente naquela noite de 18 de agosto de 2023.

Essa mesma energia esteve presente no Cineteatro António Lamoso noutro contexto e em sala fechada. De salientar que MДQUIИД. (oficialmente é estilizado com carateres em cirílico e com um ponto final) são uma das bandas mais promissoras do panorama musical nacional. O burburinho em torno deste trio lisboeta já tem alguns longos meses e as suas atuações ruidosas, sujas e dançáveis são já verdadeiros eventos de culto.

Tomás dos MДQUIИД. | mais fotos clicar aqui Dia 5 de abril este trio vai editar ‘Prata’, o segundo LP da biografia da banda e foi referido como sendo "música de dança orgânica que é igualmente punk e psicadélica".

Os seus deliciosos ritmos frenéticos vão estar em destaque no próximo mês de abril, altura em que farão várias primeiras partes de concertos dos norte americanos A Place To Bury Strangers, uma das referências mundiais do rock psicadélico.

Halison dos MДQUIИД. | mais fotos clicar aqui Seguiram-se na noite os Sunflowers, têm 10 anos de existência tendo já palmilhado muitas das belas terrinhas, das mais pequenas às metrópoles, deste nosso Portugal com diversas incursões europeias a partir do seu estimado Porto. Dos festivais mais falados já tocaram no Super Bock Super Rock e NOS Alive. São, portanto, mais todo-o-terreno do que um 4X4.

Eles unem diversos géneros musicais e brotam cá para fora a melhor mistura possível de psych-punk, rock, punk-rock e garage. Já partilharam palco com bandas como Black Lips, Moon Duo ou Oh Sees (agora conhecidos como OSEES).

Trio Sunflowers em concerto esgotado | mais fotos clicar aqui

Eles são a pujante e enérgica baterista/vocalista Carolina Brandão, o irrequieto guitarrista/vocalista Carlos de Jesus e o baixista Frederico Ferreira que não lhes fica minimamente atrás. Os dois primeiros são o núcleo duro do projeto iniciado em 2014.

Faz no próximo mês de abril um ano que os Sunflowers editaram ‘A Strange Feeling of Existential Angst’ cujo trabalho resultou do primeiro álbum “100% Sunflowers”: gravado, misturado e composto pela banda. Este é o quarto LP da banda e contou com edições limitadas em vinil, CD e cassete através das editoras Stolen Body, Only Lovers Records e Cão da Garagem.

Carlos de Jesus dos Sunflowers | mais fotos clicar aqui

Estes temas têm vindo a tocar com toda aquela energia rock’n’roll que lhes é devidamente reconhecida. Nesta paragem no Cineteatro António Lamoso tal não foi exceção.

As próximas datas serão já neste mês de março em vésperas de fim-de-semana pascal: a 28 no Texas Bar em Leiria e a 29 no Maus Hábitos no Porto.

Reportagem fotográfica completa: Clicar Aqui

Frederico Ferreira dos Sunflowers | mais fotos clicar aqui Texto: Edgar Silva e Jorge Resende Fotografia: Jorge Resende

#coberturadefestivais #musicanacional #Cineteatro António Lamoso #Santa Maria da Feira

[dadadasein]

El laudista y compositor holandés Jozef Van Wissem anuncia los detalles de su próximo álbum 'The Night Dwells in the Day', cuyo lanzamiento está previsto para el 19 de enero. “Es como una parte de mi cuerpo”, dice Jozef Van Wissem sobre la relación que tiene con el instrumento que ha elegido: el laúd. "La complejidad es lo que me mantiene activo porque siempre puedes encontrar algo nuevo". La capacidad de extraer constantemente algo diferente y explorar nuevos terrenos es evidente en todo el extenso catálogo de Van Wissem y hasta su último álbum, 'The Night Dwells in the Day'. A lo largo de los años, ha lanzado innumerables álbumes en solitario que alcanzan cifras dobles, ha habido colaboraciones con Jim Jarmusch y Tilda Swinton, bandas sonoras de videojuegos galardonados, junto con bandas sonoras de películas premiadas, desde “Only Lovers Left Alive” de Jarmusch hasta la película “A Prince” de Pierre Creton en 2023. Desde que estudió laúd en Nueva York con Patrick O'Brien en la década de 1990, Van Wissem ha creado obras tan arraigadas en las formas clásicas de música del laúd del Renacimiento y el Barroco, como en sonidos contemporáneos que abarcan drones, electrónica y grabaciones de campo. Sumándole algunas de sus influencias formativas de las escenas industrial y no wave, junto con un enfoque dedicado al minimalismo, y esto ha dado como resultado que Van Wissem produzca un trabajo distinto y singular cuyo sonido es a menudo una unión de opuestos: meditativo e intenso, con visión de futuro pero con un sentido de lo arcano. The Quietus lo ha llamado "probablemente el laudista más famoso del mundo". La génesis de su último álbum comenzó durante la cuarentena en Varsovia, ciudad en la que Van Wissem reside la mitad del año, dividiendo su tiempo con Rotterdam. “The Call of the Deathbird” fue la primera canción que escribió del álbum y es la primera en ser compartida, junto con el video que la acompaña hoy. Sobre una melodía hipnótica pero bellamente fluida y punteada, captura escenas de calles desiertas, muerte y el intenso aislamiento que nos atenazaba a todos en 2020. Una de las canciones relativamente raras en las que canta Van Wissem, junto con algunas voces invitadas conmovedoras y envolventes de Hilary Woods (quien hará una gira con Van Wissem a finales de este año): su voz imponente circula por encima de la música de manera muy similar al pájaro de la muerte que se abalanza. él canta.

Daniel Dylan Wray

#music #music video #jozef van wissem #Youtube #Bandcamp

[intosnarkness]

Dear Yuletide Letter

HI! You’re awesome! (And if you’re writing me a treat, which would be amazing, my name is saMaLander, not saLaMander - a few stories got misplaced a couple of years ago, and I don’t want to miss yours!)

General notes: I like relationships of all shapes and colors and sizes. Friendships, lovers, enemies, found families, weird combinations of the aforementioned lists. I want to see people interact, and how they fit their broken bits into the same space as everyone else’s.

My only hard nos are incest and graphic torture. (I can do violence, just please don’t go peeling fingernails off or whatever.) Anything else, I’m gonna be just fine.

Tropes I enjoy: Friends to lovers, Found Family, Magical Realism, Bed Sharing, lost memory, hurt/comfort. I’m like porn, if the spirit moves you.

Neverwhere - Marquis de Carabas

The Marquis is such an enigma and I love him to death. What is his life like when he's not on an adventure? Where does he call home? How did he come to be in London below, and how did he come to his position of power, such as it is? Who taught him? Feel free to extrapolate anything from canon - his relationships with Door's father, the Earl, Serpentine, and anyone else who tickles your fancy are all welcome.

Specific prompts:

A new adventure: someone comes to the Marquis with a problem that is, frankly, silly. How does he react to a request that is Beneath Him?

The Marquis knows something that someone else would like him to not know. They are willing to use force to make him forget.

Things are quiet in London Below, and the Marquis de Carabas needs a sandwich.

In the spirit of The Marquis of Carabas' Picture Book, someone named Puss in Boots is looking for the Marquis, to settle a long score.

Friday Night Lights - Eric Taylor

The way Eric molds young men is amazing to me. How he inspires them, how he relates to them. And how he helps them find the people that they want to be. I'd love to see his first coaching job ever, his last game before retirement, or just a soft winter night with his family when the girls are grown. Just anything that has him focused on as a dad is what really moves me.

Specific Prompts:

Gracie decides to play youth sports, and Coach is asked to lead her team. What changes for him when he's coaching 10-yaer-old girls?

Any of his former players has a kid, and comes to introduce the baby to their Uncle Eric.

Anything about him learning to be a dad to Julie while juggling his assistant coaching with Jason Street or any other hotshot QB.

When he's done coaching, and he stops, what does he do with the rest of his life? Where does he go, and what does he do there?

Severance - Ms. Casey

Ms. Casey breaks my heart. I have a terrible feeling that she is either being held against her will or a very realistic robot that Mark is going to end up decapitating. Either way - what does she feel about the people she councils? Does she feel anything for them? What is a Wellness session like for her? And does she have a connection to the MDR team since she spent one of her 4.5 days alive with them? Feel free to bring in any other characters here, I'd love to hear her inner monologue as she interacts with them.

Specific Prompts:

All the Wellness sessions are the exact same lies. Ms. Casey has started to slip in new information to see if anyone notices.

There's something about Mark S. that she just doesn't like.

The moment of waking - what is it like for her to not know how much time has passed between her sessions? What do they tell her about her outie?

Innies aren't supposed to dream, but Ms. Casey does.

Hadestown - Eurydice

Eurydice is a hungry young girl, but who was she before she was on this road? Where did she think she was going? What happened to the people who raised her, who kept her before she was on the railroad line? And with the way things have changed in Hadestown, what does she remember of a single red poppy?

Specific Prompts:

A lot can happen behind closed doors. Tell me about it. Feel free to get iddy with this, if you want. This is one place I wouldn't mind a little non-con if the spirit moves you.

How does Hadestown change after Orpheus unionized the workers? What is her life like below?

What actually made her love Orpheus? Was it just the song, or was there something else that changed her mind?

The Fates used to sing in the back of her mind, but since she went below, they've been quiet. What does it mean when one day she hears them again?

[greystreetbarcelona]

Grey Street conoce a Carlota y Oriol, las almas detrás de Matímañana

Entre madera y cerámica en el Blog de Grey Street os presentamos el proyecto de dos almas que aportan una calidez única y artesanal al mundo: Matímañana.

1. Oriol y Carlota, ¡queremos conoceros mejor! ¿De dónde venís? ¿Cuál es vuestro signo zodiacal? ¿Y vuestro color favorito?

Nacimos y crecimos en Barcelona, aunque hace ya 12 años decidimos buscar un entorno más tranquilo. También con la intención de iniciar el proyecto de Matimañana. Ahora vivimos en el Montseny, a 50 km de la ciudad condal.

Los dos somos Aries, y en cuanto al color favorito, la verdad es que resulta un poco complicado escoger solo uno. Depende de la época del año y con que queramos relacionarlo. Existen tantos matices que seleccionar un único color nos parece complicadisimo. Quizás la cromática verdosa que evoluciona en un limón o naranja en estado de degradación, o los amarillos, verdes y grises que generan los líquenes en la vegetación, son tonalidades que nos parecen fascinantes y preciosas.

2. Matímañana es un nombre muy curioso para un proyecto, ¿de dónde surgió la idea? ¿Hay alguna historia detrás?

Sí, por supuesto que hay una historia detrás de este nombre. “de matí mañana” es una palabra Ebrenca, una expresión muy utilizada en las tierras del Ebro. Considerada un barbarismo, hace referencia al hecho de levantarse muy temprano para hacer algo de provecho a primera hora de la mañana.

La fusión de las dos lenguas, catalán y castellano, para remarcar la acción, sumado a la poética significativa, gráfica y sonora, nos parecieron buenos argumentos para utilizarla como nombre propio para esta productora de objetos. Toda la familia por parte de padre (Oriol) proviene de esta zona, y nos pareció bonito hacer un pequeño homenaje a este territorio con el que nos sentimos muy identificados.

3. Vemos que la madera es un material recurrente en Matímañana, ¿qué supone para vosotros este material? ¿Hay algún concepto o simbolismo especial detrás?

Siempre hemos tenido predilección por materiales naturales, en especial madera y cerámica.

Aportan una calidez única a los objetos, más aun si tenemos que interactuar con ellos de manera directa. Tocarlos, acariciarlos, compartir buenos momentos… La madera es muy agradable de trabajar y agradecida, existen tantas variedades que procuramos buscar la más adecuada en función de las necesidades de cada objeto. Siempre respetando una correcta explotación y exigiendo a nuestros proveedores certificados que garanticen su procedencia.

4. Nos encantan las tazas de Matímañana, ¿qué bebida reconfortante encontraríamos en la taza de Carlota? ¿Y en la de Oriol?

Alterno té negro o rooibos (Oriol), en función del momento. Carlota es más de té verde o chai. A los dos nos encanta la yerba luisa, es muy relajante y reconfortante, la tomamos muy habitualmente.

5. ¿Nos recomendáis un libro y una película? 

Aquí nos sucede algo parecido como con los colores. Dependiendo de la época en la que hemos vivido han ido cambiando. Cada edad tiene un libro y una película, y escoger una nos parece imposible. Ahora estoy empezando (Oriol) Diatomea, de Núria Perpinya, que me parece muy interesante teniendo en cuenta los tiempos y la incertidumbre global que nos rodea. Mr. Vértigo de Paul Auster (Carlota), hace años que lo leí y me cautivó, es una historia muy original ambientada en los años veinte y treinta en New York, con personajes curiosos y entrañables. 

¿Una película? Buff… que difícil. “Only Lovers Left Alive” de Jim Jarmusch. La vimos hace ya algunos años pero nos encantó la atmosfera que se crea en muchos momentos de la película, y Tilda Swinton esta fantástica.

6. Desde la idea, al boceto, creación y salida del producto, ¿Cuánto tiempo pasa? 

No es un proceso rápido, más bien al contrario. Tener taller nos permite prototipar y consideramos fundamental convivir un tiempo con nuestras creaciones, incorporarlas en nuestro día día para poder analizar su uso, ergonomía, envejecimiento, relación con el entorno. Para nosotros es muy importante ofrecer objetos que envejezcan bien, tanto en el sentido estético como funcional. Darles tiempo es necesario para valorar estos aspectos.

7. ¿A qué lugar del mundo os gustaría viajar para recopilar ideas e inspiración? 

Pues hace años que comentamos visitar el sudeste asiático, Vietnam en especial… Esperamos poder cumplir este sueño algún día.

Gracias Carlota y Oriol por tanta inspiración y autenticidad 🖤 Encontrarás las preciosas piezas de Matímañana en nuestra tienda física y online. Have a look, let’s spread love and magic :)  

Puedes seguir su trabajo aquí: https://www.instagram.com/matimanana 

[madamedupigeonsalon]

Psychologie : Être en harmonie avec soi ?

Recevoir l intégral de Back ou Mozart pour Noël , un rêve pour les mélomanes! Une promenade romantique au bord de la seine entre amoureux ou regarder un film au cinéma. Quoi qu il arrive , il faut remercier ces petits moments. Un moment anodin ? Pas si sûr ! C est moments sont les peintures de nos vies qui forme une énorme mosaïque. C est comme ça qu on devient un alchimiste comme dit Paulo Coelho, dans son célèbre livre du même nom « l alchimiste ». Être en harmonie avec soi , c est se demander si jean Luc , votre mari depuis 10 ans et qui s’habille en père Noël chaque 24 décembre , tromper louise avec Sacha , la secrétaire sulfureuse que Louise déteste tellement ! Mais Louise a du mal à s en remettre, elle fait des dons au restaurant du cœur mais elle déteste le monde. Louise veut se venger, se libérer , elle veut être vivante ! Alors , elle fait quoi ? Divorcer et se casser avec les momes , mais aller ou ? Dormir chez mamie ? Ou rester et se dire que c est une passe de Jean Luc. Dilemme quand tu nous tiens ???

Il est bon de ne pas être sage ! D aller dormir chez son amant et revenir lundi avec ses talons à la main. Comme dit la chanson de Billie Ellish « I’m the bad guy ». On s en fout parce qu on est pas des fragiles ! L’heure tourne et les minutes avancent, on est pas obligé d être sage ! Au contraire, il faut se dire la vérité. Ce qui nous libère a l intérieur. Et si louise plaque tout pour aller vivre à Paros pour ouvrir un poulailler . Ciao Paris , direction Paros et les poulets au bord de la mer ! L harmonie avec soi, c est être ok avec soi et oublier une mauvaise passe. C est se traiter d empereur ou impératrice. C est un moment difficile le changement mais c est aussi bon de se redécouvrir. Et parfois se redécouvrir cela fait du bien . Un nouveau soi, c est pas un faux pas ou un passage à vide mais un nouveau départ.

Alors l’ harmonie , c est profiter du moment à n ´importe quel moment. Cela demande un constat par rapport au problème. Il faut que les idées reviennent doucement, peut être s asseoir en face d un mur et réfléchir mais pas trop. Personnellement, je conseille juste une bonne sieste de 14h à 19h , vous aurez un sentiment de renouveau et moins d énervement .

Il faut éviter, café , alcool et cigarettes….arrêter les réseaux sociaux, par contre, prendre une bonne douche chaud , pas de jeux vidéos ( ca c est interdit) mais une bonne tisane et hop au lit ! Dans des bons draps et votre meilleur pyjama. N oublie pas que c est pour vous ce moment. Retrouver l harmonie. Dormir c est l hamornie…. C est un grand nettoyage. Mais oui ! Si on peut pas dormir et bien on peut pas vivre ! Alors , prenez soin de vous et retrouver l harmonie pour cette fin d année .

Psychology : being in harmony with ourselves

Receive the complete Back or Mozart for Christmas, a dream for music lovers! A romantic walk along the Seine between lovers or watching a film at the cinema. Whatever happens, these little moments are to be thanked. A casual moment? Not so sure ! These moments are the paintings of our lives which form an enormous mosaic. This is how you become an alchemist as Paulo Coelho says in his famous book of the same name "The Alchemist". Being in harmony with yourself means wondering if Jean Luc, your husband of 10 years and who dresses as Santa Claus every December 24, is cheating on Louise with Sacha, the sulphurous secretary that Louise hates so much! But Louise finds it hard to recover, she makes donations to the restaurant of the heart but she hates the world. Louise wants revenge, to free herself, she wants to be alive! So what does she do? Divorce and break up with the momes, but go where? Sleep at grandma's? Or stay and tell yourself it's a pass from Jean Luc. Dilemma when you hold us???

It is good not to be wise! To go to sleep at her lover's house and come back Monday with her heels in her hand. As the Billie Ellish song "I'm the bad guy" says. We don't care because we're not fragile! The clock is ticking and the minutes are ticking, we don't have to be wise! On the contrary, we must tell ourselves the truth. What liberates us within. And if louise drops everything to go live in Paros to open a chicken coop. Ciao Paris, direction Paros and chickens by the sea! Harmony with oneself means being ok with oneself and forgetting a bad patch. It is to treat oneself as an emperor or empress. It's a difficult time to change but it's also good to rediscover yourself. And sometimes rediscovering yourself is good. A new self is not a false step or a bad patch but a new beginning.

So harmony is enjoying the moment at any time. This requires an observation of the problem. The ideas have to come back slowly, maybe sit in front of a wall and think, but not too much. Personally, I just recommend a good nap from 2 p.m. to 7 p.m., you will have a feeling of renewal and less nervousness.

It is necessary to avoid, coffee, alcohol and cigarettes…. stop social networks, on the other hand, take a good hot shower, no video games (that is forbidden) but a good herbal tea and hop to bed! In good sheets and your best pajamas. Don't forget that this is your moment. Find harmony. Sleeping is hamornia…. It is a great cleaning. But yes ! If we can't sleep, then we can't live! So, take care of yourself and find harmony for this end of the year.

Kevin Ngirimcuti

#blog #blogpost #blogger #post #society #psychology #psychologie

[deadoralivecofee]

STRONGEST COFFEE - Notre café riche en caféine est torréfié en Italie et combine la culture du café italien avec des grains forts. Avec 1869 mg de caféine par tasse (12 oz), il est plus fort que le café le plus fort du monde !

FOR ESPRESSO LOVER - Vous pouvez avoir nos grains de café entiers pour une préparation parfaite avec des machines à café espresso, automatiques et goutte à goutte ainsi qu'avec le pot de moka Bialetti. De l'énergie pure pour démarrer votre matinée !

DELICIOUS FLAVOR - Les grains de café espresso intenses avec un soupçon de saveur de chocolat noir et sans aucune amertume. Ce café peu acide est si doux que vous pourriez vous retrouver souvent à chercher une autre tasse.

HIGH QUALITY BEANS - Nous sélectionnons uniquement des grains de Robusta de haute qualité pour votre boost naturel de caféine. Ces grains riches en caféine sont cultivés de manière durable et issus du commerce équitable pour produire un mélange de café incroyablement fort.

SATISFACTION - Nous sommes fiers de la qualité de nos grains d'espresso ! Si vous n'aimez pas nos grains noirs forts, n'hésitez pas à contacter Dead or Alive Coffee Co., et nous trouverons une solution!

#espresso #deadoralive

[portugalvia]

Music lovers you do not need to wait anymore, Nos alive ’22 is here and ready to rock the stage and night with the entire enjoyment and happiness with lots of music-related experiences and rocking nights. Just need to book and reserve the seats. Nos alive ’22 is all about getting and practicing the best and fantastic music-related and experiencing shows where singers present the best and rocking performance that will drive you crazy and ready to dance. You are not even going to stop yourselves to dance on the floor and singing the most energetic or the fantastic songs on the floor.      

Our goal has always been to provide you with the greatest lineup and the stage on which to have the most memorable music-related experiences. Always, even the most reserved hearts are moved to dance by those special events that make us tremble and fall in love throughout the nights and days during this time. We can't wait to welcome you back to move to the Nos alive ’22 festival in 2022.                      

When the Nos alive ’22 festival is going to happen?

The Nos alive ’22 festival is going to be handled on the date from 6th July to 9th July in 2022. This will be going be the best and very fantastic festive break and get the fun spending nights in Portugal. Tourist’s ad visitors can get the complete and overall enjoyment of this festival by just booking a ticket as soon as it is possible and can reserve their seats for this authentic and most energetic festival. Nos alive ’22 is going to be the best rather than before and more enjoyable because it is the best one and the entire packet of Fun and joy.  

Apply now

#Nos alive ‘22 #Lineup 2022 #Visit Lisbon #Portugal music festival 2022 #Lisbon Portugal #Portugal Visa UK #Apply for Portugal Visa #Visa for Portugal #Portugal Visa Online

[xxchiaraswiftiexx]

NOS ALIVE, I AM COMING AND I AM READY TO FLY FROM 🇮🇹 TO🇵🇹 JUST TO SEE @taylorswift PERFORM❤️ AND WITH ONE OF MY BEST FRIENDS TOO @or13

(Maybe... we also hope to have a possibility to hug you for 13 seconds, if it’s possible🥺💗)

@taylorswift @taylornation

#lover festival #lover nos alive #nos alive 2020 #nos alive #lover lounge #taylor swift #never met taylor #lover room #please taylor notice me #taylor nation lover #taylornoticeme #nos alive taylor

[rebekaharkness]

i made a group chat for anyone who's going to nos alive to see taylor next year, let me know if you want me to add you to it!!

#tag where i say things #taylor swift #lover fest #lover nos alive #nos alive #taylor swift nos alive #nos alive portugal #nos alive lisbon #lover lisbon

[nikkinevergoesoutofstyle]

Today should have been the day where I'd see my Queen and scream my heart out to Cruel Summer surrounded by thousands of other Swifties.

But it wasn't meant to be this year so instead I've been reliving some of my favourite Swiftie moments of the last few years

Love you forever and always T

💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

#taylor swift #lover #lover fest #nos alive #swiftie #forever and always