Arc - Blog Posts
sean bienvenidos japonistasarqueológicos, en este video que he encontrado en youtube, podemos ver el Kyudo ( きゅうどう) un tipo de arte marcial que se originó en Japón en el siglo XII, cuando Minamoto no Yoritomo estableció el shogunato de Kamakura, se estableció la moral samurái de alcanzar alturas espirituales a través del entrenamiento en tiro con arco y caballos. - Espero que os haya gustado y nos vemos en próximas publicaciones de Japón ¿ Lo conocían? - 考古学的な日本のファンを歓迎します。私が YouTube で見つけたこのビデオでは、源頼朝が鎌倉幕府を確立した 12 世紀に日本で生まれた武道の一種である弓道 (きゅうどう) を見ることができます。アーチェリーと馬のトレーニングを通じて精神的な高みに到達します。 - 気に入っていただけて、今後の日本の出版物でお会いできることを願っています。 - Welcome archeological Japanese fans, in this video that I found on YouTube, we can see Kyudo (きゅうどう) a type of martial art that originated in Japan in the 12th century, when Minamoto no Yoritomo established the Kamakura shogunate, morality was established samurai to reach spiritual heights through training in archery and horses. - I hope you liked it and see you in future Japan publications. Did you know him?
Front Yard Natural Stone Pavers in New York
Oh, I love these light patterns near the windows!
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Review: The Songbird’s Refrain by Jillian Maria
Summary: When a mysterious show arrives in town, seventeen-year-old Elizabeth Brighton is both intrigued and unsettled. But none of the acts capture her attention quite like the blue-eyed woman. Locked in a birdcage and covered in feathers, the anguish in her voice sounds just a little too real to be an act—because it isn’t. The show’s owner, a sadistic witch known only as the Mistress, is holding her captive.
And she’s chosen Elizabeth as her next victim.
After watching the blue-eyed woman die, Elizabeth is placed under the same curse. She clings to what little hope she can find in the words of a fortune teller and in her own strange dreams. The more she learns, the more she suspects that the Mistress isn’t as invulnerable as she appears. But time is against her, and every feather that sprouts brings her closer to meeting the blue-eyed woman’s fate. Can Elizabeth unlock the secret to flying free, or will the Mistress’s curse kill her and cage its next victim?
Before I begin, I’d like to mention that I received a free digital copy of this story from @byjillianmaria in exchange for an honest review. Before being selected for this, however, I was completely certain I would purchase the book anyway, making this a fantastic opportunity to take in the story.
All in all, this story was a great read and I really enjoyed it. It’s not very often that I get to read a story with such an organically and naturally written character that’s a member of the LGBT+ community and, as a member of that community myself, Elizabeth was a great main character to read. The relationships between the characters, too, were incredibly interesting to learn about throughout the story and, I’ll admit, were my favorite aspect of this novel.
About two-thirds of the way through the story, the plot began to feel somewhat jumbled to me. Newly introduced details, despite having ties back to the beginning of the novel, felt forced to me, and it made it difficult to read a handful of the later chapters. I’m unsure as to whether this confusion was intentional, as Elizabeth may have been overwhelmed by the information, or if it was due to rushing the plot progression (or my own misunderstandings). Either way, this did clear up in the last couple of chapters, allowing me to fully enjoy the ending.
I enjoyed this book, and I think this would be an enjoyable book for anyone that enjoys fantasy stories with elements of horror and mystery such as this one!
Happy American Jewish Heritage month!
Arcs
First of all, thanks for the tag!
So, i decided that, yes, i'm going to do the reformatory an definitive arc in my fanfic. So consider this a small peak in what i'm trying to do.
The faces the ashman saw were not unfamiliar to him. From inside his own cell, he could see several souls that he previously knew, but that were now nothing more than bodies cursed with life. Lancelot was tied from head to toe with chains created specially and specifically tailored to his measurements. The piece of metal that wrapped around his neck and was attached to the walls was measured, tight enough to contain him but not tight enough to kill him. His wrists were tied to the floor along with his ankles, chained with the more resistant and thickest metal they had. Their goal was to pin him to the ground, make him vulnerable and less possibility to resist or escape. The poor man felt like a caged fighting dog. In the cell in front of his was a person not yet so disfigured, a face he could still describe as one of the fey paladins he grew up with. Nyx. A star-dust folk, considered to be from the same family as moonwings, coming from the Americas. He looked at him with those big starry eyes as if Lancelot were an abused puppy… Maybe he looked like one now. The boy had beautiful long hair as dark as the night, big eyes with stars and excessively pale skin, his hands and feet were painted like constellations in the sky. He was beautiful, but there was something missing in his appearance. Two days ago, Nyx was dragged out of the cell and taken to a different place upstairs, we thought it was just another dosing session to keep him in line. We couldn't be more wrong.
Within a few minutes we all heard the agonizing sound of Nyx's scream. He didn't went to be dosed, they took him to have the remaining base of his wings ripped off. Without any kind of thing to ease the pain of poor stardust. We heard the agonizing screams and cries for help for hours, every time he begged them to stop and they just wouldn't... He smelled it. The smell of blood, of despair, of the almost death of his childhood friend. And he couldn't do anything. Those who were still allowed to be out, the complete freaks who could no longer be called themselves, like lady Arachne, helped the poor fey as much as they could. The cleanest bandages they had, water, anything that could help him sleep. Nyx was the one who was tortured and almost killed, but he looked at Lancelot as if he were a living corpse, even if the one who had been on the verge of death wasn't him... He would give his life for his if necessary, even if his life wasn't. meant nothing. Devil’s nightmare was messing not only with their head, but with the soul of both of them and everyone there. Since no one would come to his rescue, Lancelot was sure that in a short time he would be a freak like the others...
@lancedoncrimsonwings
Next: @rabbit-flaying
WIP LateDay
Idk what day it is anymore but I know it isn't Wednesday whoops.
Danke @holy3cake for the tag
No Pressure tagging @aintgonnatakethis @beginning-writer + OPEN TAG FOR ALL to share a WIP, snippet or idea
Here, have another random snippet for Horizons that I wrote last night at 1:30am. No idea if I'll even include this but for now, enjoy!
Gawain's POV;
Night had long since come when Gawain found himself sat by the fire, watching Lancelot. The man's eyes were open and stairing sightlessly into the boughs above him, sometimes screwing shut whilst he bared his teeth into a snarl. Small movements of his body and the occasional gasp and choked moan betrayed how much he was suffering, clearly utterly unable to rest for the pain.
It had been several hours of this, and Gawain had had enough. He knew Lancelot would never ask for aid, yet he also knew that in this state, the man couldn't stop Gawain helping him either.
Grey eyes dulled from exhaustion followed his movement as Gawain got to his feet and circled round the fire to Lancelot's side.
"I must go and gather some herbs. Theres a willow tree by the river, the bark is good for pain," Gawain explained quickly. "I shan't be long, alright?"
"Are you well?" Lancelot croaked, eying Gawain up and down as if searching for an injury.
"Aye, I--"Gawain began, then chuckled to himself when he saw Lancelot crane his neck towards Squirrel then wince at the movement.
"--the boy is fine, Ashman. You're suffering, let me help you."
Predictably, then came the most unconvincing "I'm fine" Gawain had ever heard in his entire life. Lancelot now looked worse than ever, skin pale against his markings, sweat and blood glinting in the firelight, shaking knuckles clenching around bloodstained fabric.
I've seen dead men that looked healthier than he.
"Uh-huh. Aye, and I'm the King of Mercia" Gawain scoffed, shaking his head at the blatant lie.
"Whatever you say, my Liege…" Lancelot replied immediately, an odd tone to his voice that was only punctuated by the breathy way in which the pain caused him to speak.
Gawain scoffed again, but it was effort to stop himself from laughing. A small part of him he darent give voice to liked the way he'd purred the words a little too much…
"I will be off, now. I told you so you'd know where I had gone." Gawain said. He tried to halt his mind's traitorous musings.
"If you needed… time alone, you only had to… ask"
Gawain was certain he had imagined the wink, that there was no way Lancelot was teasing him like this. Surely not. Gawain managed to hold it together enough to raise an eyebrow in reply, shaking his head, about to come up with what would have been a truly witty retort when Lancelot spoke up again;
"Don't forget to… polish your crown, while you're out there."
And at that Gawain's brain damn near short circuited. There was no mistaking the meaning in his tone, the slight smirk, though ruined only slightly by a pained grimace and half gasp of pain. Did Lancelot truly mean the innuendo in the words, had he really meant to flirt?
"Only if you help." Gawain thought back, eyes widening when he heard a snicker then a groan.
Arawn's cock. Had he… Had he said that aloud?
"Your wish is my command, Sire." Lancelot whispered, almost too quiet to hear. Gawain shook his head, sure now that he must be dreaming. Yes, he must have fallen asleep, or he must be in dire need of it and hearing things.
Or if the Ashman truly was flirting with him, then Lancelot was worse off than he'd imagined and clearly delirious from pain.
Either way. Willow Bark and Feverfew. Yes. They were good things to focus on.
That, and decidedly not the idea of Lancelot…polishing his crown with those too-pale lips of his, made warm and plump by…
Willow-bark and Feverfew, Willow and Feverfew, WillowandFeverfewWillowand--
Gawain repeated the list in his head like a mantra, not once turning to look back as he turned on his heel and swiftly made his way down the hill onto the moors.
More Brothership art! Featuring the lover of rocks and Arc!!
(btw feel free to suggest Brothership characters for me to draw, they can be canon characters or OCs!)
Canonly accurate Yoshida when ootagawa:
When you finally get to talk abt ARC with someone and their actually genuinely interested>>>>
YOOO I GOT MORE SS
More ARC bc I love them
NSHSFBJKGHKLDNWARJTKRJHUEYURA
look at Shio, Ootagawa, and Yoshida💀
WHERES THE THIRD STAGE PLAY
Okay so I have been trying to search for the THIRD Oofuri stage play (yeah, the autumn tournament bc I’m so desperate to see ARC) and like I can’t find it nowhere😭 if anyone could lend me some link or something I would be very grateful. I generally just can’t find it anywhere😞
I've know thia for a long time but..
ARC IS IN THE OOFURI STAGE PLAYYYYYY
I LOVE THEM SMMMMMMM😭😭😭
With all the shipping of Ootagawa and Yoshida from ARC academy in oofuri, I wouldn't be surprised if their was stories about them. Either in AO3 or Wattpad💀
SO SORRY FOR THIS HUMBLE VIDEO LMAO
You know, I love ootagawa and all, BUT HOW COME PEOPLE AREN'T TALKING ABOUT OUR FEIRCE CAPTAIN YOSHIDA?!?!
He's a champ I swear👐