#naryamirie

[bebemoon]

@naryamirie

#merlin mini series #90s #miranda richardson #queen mab #lady of the lake #arthurian legend #queue

[thehiddenbaroness]

15 People, 15 Questions

I was tagged by @plumcoloredblazer -- sorry it took me a hot minute to get to it! I appreciate it. <3

1. Are you named after anyone?

I've long disliked that none of my names are 'mine', in that both my first and middle names are from other people -- my first is my maternal grandfather's middle name (which he also sorta went by), while my middle name is my mother's middle name (which she went by when we moved to the UK).

2. When was the last time you cried?

I had a few frustrated tears over the weekend, but it's rare nowadays that I actually cry-cry.

3. Do you have kids?

I do not, unless you count the two fur-babies. No intention to.

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

I played field (read: astroturf) hockey for a few years in middle school; before that, I was a dancer (yes I count dance as a sport). Lately I'm not really a sporty type but I am getting more active.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Moi?

6. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Usually what comes out of their mouth, but also how they carry themselves -- do they look interested in where they are? Are they engaged with what's at hand? Do they have good posture? Are they trying to shrink into themselves? Are they oblivious to being in someone's way? Are they close to the gap?

7. What’s your eye color?

Dark brown.

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Err...I hesitate to say neither, because while I don't like scary movies and don't *dislike* a happy ending, movies with ambiguous/bittersweet or even tragic endings are typically the ones I've enjoyed more.

9. Any talents?

Writing, I'd like to think. I'm organized and efficient. I have a deep well of empathy and understanding and feel like I'm good at helping folks wrestle with life's troubles. I'm a spice sorceress.

10. Where were you born?

Baton Rouge, Louisiana.

11. What are your hobbies?

Writing (who knew?), history (especially art and natural, and archeology), reading, word games, languages, organizing and decorating, gaming somewhat, jigsaw puzzles, travel.

12. Do you have any pets?

We have two! Molly, our sensitive and loving Shepinois (German Shepherd and Belgian Malinois mix), and Penny, our eccentric and brave gray/peach dilute calico shorthair.

13. How tall are you?

A delightfully average 5'4; as my mother used to say, at least I don't have to bend down as far if I drop something.

14. Favorite subject in school?

I actually had a love/hate relationship with English since it was the one I was most invested in, but I liked it the most because I did the best in it.

15. Dream job?

Taking this to mean more of an occupation than a *job* -- since I think if something is a job it's not especially enjoyable or rewarding -- the answer is perhaps obvious: a published fiction author. But really, I want to be occupied with my writing, tending our dream house in the woods, making my own salves and tinctures, reading, entertaining close friends with the finer things. I'd like to be occupied with love in its different forms, and for my time to be largely my own.

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No pressure, those of you who I'm tagging! Just something to perhaps fill an idle few minutes. @ohtobealady, @in-a-storm-glass, @dahliasgloom, @malglories, @webedragons, @oftwodarkmoons, @lastoftheptolemies, @daughter-rhaenyra, @karrova, @ofallingstar, @marrogerson, @naryamirie, @aryasnow, @modernamericangirl, @saffron-mantled-dawn

#scrapsofbiography #tag game

[weirwoodforest]

I was tagged by @getoutofthewater to do this piccrew/music meme! Take your last listened to song and make yourself with this piccrew! https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1918788

The last song I listened to: The Weirdos Waltz by Peter Gundry!

I tag @mellie-parade @medievalcat @naryamirie @aeondelirium and whoever else wants to do this! I don’t know who’s still on Tumblr these days lol

#Spotify #me

[roccondil]

So @changelinq went and tagged me in her post... thanks!

shuffle your ON REPEAT playlist and list the first 10 songs that play, tag 10 people:

"Where No One Goes" - Jónsi, John Powell "Right Here Waiting" - Richard Marx "Flann for Éirinn, The Coronation" - Einar Selvik, Julie Fowlis "Step Out" - José González "Sun is Shining" - Axwell /\ Ingrosso "Naru, Embracing the Light" - Gareth Coker, Rachel Mellis "Celestial" - Ed Sheeran "Warning Call" - Chvrches "Salvation" - Gabrielle Aplin “アイドル (Idol)” - YOASOBI

and eh... who might have some interesting music?@naryamirie, @woolandflax, @soldier-poet-king, @the-oddest-inkling, @the-tiny-dragons-tea-room, @unprofessionalcat, @lilaccatholic, @francesderwent, @mademoisellesarcasme, @gentlesound

(nbd if you don't wanna or end up not getting around to doing it... like I have just dropped so many tag games before... XD)

[voluptuarian]

cake aesthetic tag game 🍰💘 - go to pinterest, type in your name + cake aesthetic, post the first 4 pictures that come up!

Tagged by @naryamirie

Tagging @heckofabecca, @ravenkings, @kecharitomene, @iskarieot, @morgainelefaey 💕

#thank you!

[pseudofaux]

May... may I request some dommy, tantra-like Asra with a 5 spice level? I am craving 👁 👄 👁

You ABSOLUTELY MAY. ♥️✨

I tried to keep this as body neutral as possible, and I used he/they for Asra, also identified as “the magician” a couple times. Thank you so much for asking for this tipseu, and I hope you enjoy it!  ♥️♥️♥️

Expensive scented oil (an extravagance you two can rarely afford) is perfuming the air from the corner of the room. It throws tiny diamonds of brightness on the walls and your bed, candlelight escaping the punched bronze vessel that holds the oil like an offering. It twines solemnity with the joy in the room. Everything wonderful here is toeing at the edges of sacred, waiting for the crescendo that signals it is time to jump and fall toward heaven.

And Asra is smiling that shining cat’s grin, looking at you with so much affection and deep knowing that you would look away if you were not spiritually yoked to their every blink and breath. There’s a slip of a different oil and just a little golden dust sitting warm and high on the middle of your forehead, tenderly applied with a kiss only a moment ago. Now you’re getting that look as Asra glances over all the careful work you did together to prepare you. You’ve been anointed, kissed in so many of the soft places of your face and throat.

So you are like an offering, too, sitting on your knees on your bed. Little diamonds make a cosmos on the skin of your limbs. That scented oil—strong stuff, you get what you pay for— is in the air in your nose and throat, an invisible smoke of night blooming flowers and peppercorns and something you only know must be velvety and purple, if you go by scent alone. In the wrong hands, a scent like that could choke you. But the rightest, surest hands you know have taken all charge tonight. So you are free from fear, and hope the spice of it lingers in your hair and reminds you tomorrow of the ways you’ll be touched and loved tonight.

As if you’d named that hope aloud, Asra lays a gentle hand on one of your knees. “Are you ready to open up for me?” he asks. When you nod quickly, there’s a silver laugh to match the gold on both your mouths.

“Good, so good for me. Let me take care of you.”

Your heart thumps painfully in your throat, gratitude and gladness threatening to spill out of some vulnerable part of your body. You spread your knees apart, trying to match the sacredness you have made together in the room you share.

“Do you think you can stay like this for awhile?”

You flex your thighs and nod. There’s nothing uncomfortable. And you might be willing to withstand it for a little while, as sumptuous as Asra’s smile is. You are not desperate for praise, and you will not lie about your comfort or happiness. The magnificent, unhidden truth, though, is that Asra’s satisfaction with you gives you comfort and happiness.

Lips somehow perfectly dusted with gold (not a smudge in sight) curve further and there’s a warm finger at the arc of your lowest ribs. “Sacred,” Asra says. “A special place.” A kiss replaces the touch, a press and then pulling, as though to bring something inside you to the surface. More than your blood. “Do you believe me?” Asra asks.

You whisper that you do. There’s a crackle of fire below your skin that lessens to become pleasantly warm. It feels imbued. Alive.

Asra touches the point midway between your ribs and your belly. “This, too, is sacred. A special place.” They lean down to lay another kiss, and you catch a quiet sound of enjoyment in the magician’s throat as they suck. You say you believe before the question is even asked, and Asra grins and taps your knee.

“Patience,” they remind you.

“...patience,” you repeat. There’s nothing sharp in Asra’s eyes, you don’t feel chastised or even warned. Only told, given something important. It makes your eyelids flutter and the wash of vulnerability you have been feeling draws tighter over your skin, an invisible shroud.

Asra watches you carefully, and then rather than continue the downward path you expected, he sits up and puts a finger in the space between your collarbones. It’s a place you have never considered at any length before, too low to be your throat, too high to be your chest. It makes your nipples yearn for touch, a triangle incomplete and wanting. But your only point of contact with Asra is that space between your collarbones. The magician is not close enough even to seal the touch with a kiss.

“Keep your eyes with mine,” he breathes, “As long as you can.” And you do. You must, as Asra comes slowly in for the next kiss. It’s an odd angle but when you lose sight of the violet and opal of eyes and lashes, you keep watching the beautiful white hair moving back and forth as you are kissed and drawn forth in this curious way. Brought out of your own dormancy.

Even when the muscles of your jaw and neck tell you to move, you stay. Asra stays, too, sucking at the skin. You can feel when it begins to bloom, and it’s then that a hand strokes between your legs.

Instead of asking if you believe, Asra murmurs “Patience” again, and there’s another suck, another stroke, and it feels like some new thread is being wound between the places where you are being touched. You know Asra loves you and would tell you your very hair would make a fine tapestry, but what they are making inside you with this ritual of awakenings... you want to know and see it.

Asra’s other hand slides behind your chest, and you feel cradled and comfortably possessed. The fingers of the hand between your legs curl like a harpist’s and when you sing out a sigh, you can feel the place between your throat and your chest, warm with magic. You can feel the way beautiful white hair crowds the sound as it escapes your mouth and sends it back to your skin as though a moan can be refined through careful exchange.

Asra sits back, arm still around you, hand still petting. Those full lips have only the faintest traces of gold on them now. You must gleam with it instead.

“That is a sacred, special place. Believe it?”

“Yes,” you say readily, nearly on a sob. Your being is lit up from the diamond shaped pinpoints of lights outside and the powerful glow Asra has awakened inside you. A new awareness of you skin makes you think you can feel every shimmering piece of the dust where it has been pressed onto your body.

“That’s good,” Asra says. “You’ll need to for the next part.”

Fingers leave you only to settle at your sides, holding you as the magician kneels on your bed and replaces sticky touch with a mouth that breathes “This is a sacred place” before making you believe.

#the arcana #the arcana fanfic #asra alnazar #the arcana asra #arcana apprentice #naryamirie #tipseu #WHEW that was fun <3

[wildermouse]

i do!! HOW do you keep bleached hair healthy omg mine is driving me insaneeee

could not tell ya mine is literally so dead and broken rip i just use a lot of conditioner when i shower

#um also excuse me you bleached your hair????????? #i need to see????????????? #gonna creep your blog hopefully you posted a photo #naryamirie

[kafkasdiariies]

Tom Hiddleston lmao

Yikes, I Don’t See The Appeal || Not My Type || He’s Alright || I See The Appeal But I’m Different™ || Cute But On Alternating Wednesdays || He Has A Kind Face And That’s Good Enough || Pretty || Gorgeous || I— I Love? We Don’t Deserve Him. @naryamirie

Thanks

#naryamirie #Asks

[bebemoon]

mutuals as rtw a/w 2o24 looks, pt. ii~

medievalanchoress | tg botanical, yuhan wang, andreas kronthaler for vivienne westwood

melethrille | di petsa, remain, institut français de la mode

mermaid-lullaby | mithridate

moon-rivers | susan fang, preen by thornton bregazzi

mothprincess | yuhan wang, jil sander, preen by thornton bregazzi

myfashionburden | reem acra

naiadereverie | gabriela hearst, 16arlington

narcissenoir | dilara findikoglu, ermanno scervino

naryamirie | mithridate

pearltiare | loveshackfancy

#hope everyone likes the choices^^ #mutuals #aw24 #fw24 #looks #links

[thehiddenbaroness]

Three: Songs, Books, and Movies

Thank you again, @daughter-rhaenyra! <3

Songs

+ River, by Anonymouz + The Real Warrior, by Yutaka Yamada (from the Vinland Saga Season 1 OST -- genuinely a beautiful cello piece) + Gospel of the Throttle, by Minutes to Midnight

Books

+ The Gift of Rain by Tan Twan Eng + Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury + The English Patient by Michael Ondaatje

Movies

+ The Last of the Mohicans (1992, Michael Mann) + Dune (2021, Dennis Villeneuve) + The Deer King (2022, Masashi Ando and Masayuki Miyagi)

I tag: @ohtobealady, @in-a-storm-glass, @ofallingstar, @dahliasgloom, @plumcoloredblazer, @aryasnow, @malglories, @karrova, @naryamirie, @saffron-mantled-dawn, @oftwodarkmoons, @motorradfahrerin, and @lastoftheptolemies. No pressure! And if I missed you it wasn't intentional -- consider yourselves tagged!

#scrapsofbiography

[ofallingstar]

infinity symbol!!

Your silence is my favorite sound

#put a “∞” in my ask box and I’ll shuffle my music player and give you my favorite lyric from the song that comes up #naryamirie #asks

[elven-haven]

"Wind-seeker," her mother had once called her. "Unable to keep still, always wandering where the wind calls you. Where shall it beckon you to journey one day, my rose?"

Sarah J. Maas (Tower of Dawn)

#me #liriel #naryamirie #reading this now #i read so many beautiful books I'm going to start sharing quotes

[pseudofaux]

*tiptoes into ur blog* maybe some HCs for tol boi masanori 👉👈🥺 (I hope you and yours are healthy and well 💕)

Hello, sweet modern-day oracle! I hope you and yours are managing to be okay as well.

M A S A N O R I. Giant gentle gingersnap. Shouty-with-them-but-softspoken-with-you Daddy Long[REDACTED]. I’ve done a few HCs for him before, here are a few more! Thank you for asking!

SFW

Weak weak weak AF for hand-holding. Pals make fun of him for it? Pals get punched, but only after he’s done holding your hand. His hands are BIG and he loves literally having you enclosed in his palm. Finds it very (tenderly) intimate to be palm to palm.

Doesn’t think you’ve made a bad dish in your life but even if you did, he’d eat it and belch with gusto if appropriate. He’s not a talkative guy about flavors or anything like that, but when you’re having pillow talk and he tells you that dinner was good, you know he means it. He is a no-bullshit kinda guy!

14/10 would inlist Umeko/Matsuko/Nadeshiko/whoever was around to help make a special day better for you.

Modern Masanori would: get you a year’s worth of monthly massages as an anniversary present and keep right on paying for it after the year was up and he’d gotten you a new gift.

and also (of course)...

NSFW

Cannot. get. enough. of the sight of your body hair against his, especially when he’s grinding against you. His brain makes hair tangling = bodies tangling = souls twisting around one another. MASANORI LOVES ALL WOMEN AND ALL THEIR BITS, but if you completely shaved he’d be a little (privately) crestfallen. He likes hair on you. He likes it when you touch the hair on his body.

Of course he’s marvelously attentive to aftercare and wants to clean you up so you can relax (the man lives to SERVE), but he sometimes conks out when you are in post-coital cuddle. You are so soft and warm and small... (look at the man, everyone is small to him— big girls, y’all, too, specifically)... and... comfy... he can feel the cum seeping out of you onto his thigh, but he can feel you more, like the best blanket in the world, and... Zzz...

WAY into role play with costumes. He doesn’t feel creative, and this helps him! These scenarios don’t lead to long-form storytelling, they do guide a predestined seduction down a new path. He’s very happy to play fisherman to your siren caught in his net, or itinerant warrior to your young woman living alone in the woods.

Modern Masanori would: very much enjoy bath sex with you, really slow and sweet with lots of kissing and gasping. The slipperiness of your skin under his hands, against his body, in a bath with oils and whatever magic bubble bath you like is heavennnnnnn, you feel so supple. He wants you on top and he wants his hands on your ass and hips so he can press you that little extra bit every time you sink down. If there’s no big tub at your place, he’ll book you a hotel room with something suitable as often as your schedules allow until he can remodel the bathroom.

#naryamirie #slbp masanori #slbp hc #hideyoshi’s hot retainers club #tipseu

[gildedmouths]

May I ask for a reading, please?

focus on reaching out to some people and doing something new. especially now, i know that’s hard. but there are definitely online communities still! i’m seeing that there is too much isolation and not enough new things. this might be a good time to pick up a new hobby that challenges and stimulates you. too much of the same old routine can take its toll.

#tarot readings #naryamirie

[soothingaura]

please, if there are still spots left! will I go to Germany this year? thank you 🥰

You’re the last one. :)

I pulled The Star for you. Yes, you will! You seem to be very hopeful and this card is the very definition of hopes and desires coming true. 

#naryamirie

[bebemoon]

look for the name: LIRIEL

@naryamirie 

yohji yamamoto storm blue silk mid-length pocket dress 

maison margiela pearl-trimmed slate-blue and cream sequin bustier top 

harlot hands “ruptured heaven” pearl necklace

knobbly studio perfume earrings (”a fluted three-quarter hoop form, made to hold a few drops of your favorite perfume. mismatched pair with a funnel charm”)

yuhan wang blue lace ballerina flats w/ scalloped edge throughout

#blue #white #silver #slate #storm #silk #lace #jewellry #pearls #outfit #liriel #naryamirie #looks #items #footwear #dress #sequins #vintage #earrings #necklace #yohji yamamoto #maison margiela #request #harlot hands #knobbly studio #yuhan wang #queue