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dialovers-translations · 2 years ago

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DIABOLIK LOVERS Para-Selene Vol.1 Sakamaki Ayato Animate Tokuten CD

Original title: DIABOLIK LOVERS Para-Selene Vol. 1 逆巻アヤトアニメイト各巻購入特典ドラ

Source: Diabolik Lovers Para-Selene Vol. 1 Animate Tokuten CD

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Midorikawa Hikaru

Translator’s note: Ayato at the zoo is actually such a fun concept, I wish this CD was longer and it featured more animals, haha. That being said, I’m not surprised he was interested in the lions the most. I was kind of hoping he would compare them to Shuu when he was talking about how all they do during the day is sleep, but unfortunately they rarely ever mention the other brothers in these solo character CDs. :p Ayato’s CDs are never mind-blowing in terms of plot/content, but these are supposed to be short and sweet and I think it accomplished that.

“...Oh! It’s over here, look! There’s actually ‘zoo’written over here!”

You correct him.

“...Aah? You pronounce it as ‘zuu’ (1) ? Who cares! I still know what it means in the end. Hehe...I’m looking forward to the Night Safari!”

You ask him why he offered to come here all of a sudden.

“What do you mean, it’s coming out of nowhere? I took you here ‘cause you mentioned wantin’ to go before. You should be grateful!”

You ask him why you didn’t come during the regular opening hours.

“Aah...? It’d be borin’ to come during the day. All of the people would only get on my nerves and most of the animals are snoozin’ anyway. Let’s just get inside already. I don’t want to have to deal with any security guards.”

You try to stop him.

“Don’t tell me not to! We can get inside by climbing over this gate so what’s the problem? ...God, what a pain. ...Heave-hoh.”

He lifts you into his arms.

*Thud*

“Behave.”

Ayato leaps over the entrance gate.

*TIMESKIP*

“I can hear their cries, so I bet the animals are awake right now. I’ve got my hopes up high. ...Oi, Chichinashi, let’s go look at the lions! The lions.”

You try to urge him to go back.

“Haah...? You really think I’m gonna go home without lookin’ at anythin’ after comin’ this far?”

*Roaaaar*

“Oh...! If you speak of the devil...That roar just now was a lion, don’t you think?”

You ask Ayato if he likes lions.

“I wouldn’t go as far as to say I ‘like’ them, but they’re called the Kings of jungle, aren’t they? They seem pretty tough, which is cool, don’t you agree?”

Ayato approaches the lions cage.

*Roaaaar*

“...Oh! That sounded pretty close just now, right? Which meansーー I’m sure we’re right by the lions’ enclosure! Let’s go, Chichinashi!”

He grabs hold of your hand and drags you away.

*Roaaaar*

“Oh! There they are! They actually walk around, huh? In the only memories I have of them, they were just laying around lazily on the ground.”

You agree.

“You’ve only seen sleeping lions as well, huh? ー Guess that makes sense. I mean, the ones at the zoo usually nap durin’ the day, don’t they? These animals got some nerve to have us pay money to come see them and then all they do is snooze ‘round. ...Comin’ at night was the right choice after all! It’s free on top of that!”

You tell him coming during the day works fine as well.

“That’s not true. We wouldn’t have been able to see the lions in action if we came at daytime. ーー Don’t tell me you’re still worried ‘bout the fact that we snuck in? All we need to do is not get caught. Stop worryin’ ‘bout it forever.”

*Roaaaar*

“...Oi. Did you hear that just now, Chichinashi? Seems like there’s still other lions nearby as well.”

A lion steps out in front.

“Heeh...It came from the back. ...Hm? Am I imaginin’ things or has this one been starin’ at you the whole time?”

You frown.

“It might...think of you as prey?”

Your eyes widen in surprise.

“I mean, lions eat flesh, don’t they? In that case, it’s not completely unthinkable. Still...This one sure has some nerve to set his eyes on what belongs to Yours Truly! Guess I’ve just gotta show him.”

He pins you against the bars of the cage.

*Clatter*

“I’m sure the lion will get the message if I latch onto you right here, right now, no?”

You protest.

*Rustle rustle*

“Oi, don’t make a fuss! ...Or would you rather have one of them bite you? You love pain after all. In that case, I don’t mind puttin’ you inside the cage.”

You shake your head.

“If you don’t want that, you know what to do, don’t you? ーー Tell me that you prefer my fangs. ...What’s the matter? Better hurry up, or you’ll end up as lion food!”

You tell Ayato that you prefer him.

“Hehe...See? That wasn’t that hard, was it? Fine. Here’s your reward. I’ll give you a taste of my fangs.”

*ROAAAAR*

“...Aah? The security guard will notice us?”

You can hear approaching footsteps.

“Keh...Someone’s actually on their way here. ...Che, what a pain. Chichinashi, let’s hide!”

The two of you run off.

*Creaaaaak*

*Thud*

“...Heh. You dodged the bullet just now, Chichinashi. But I’m not satisfied yet. Better brace yourself for later! ...We went inside some random place for now but where the fuck are we?”

You ponder out loud.

“Haah? ...A pasture? I mean, it’s true that there don’t seem to be any cages here. ...Anyway, that’s not the issue right now. We gotta hide somewhere! ...Over there! Come!”

He drags you along.

*Rustle*

“This tree is huge, it’ll work perfectly. Scoot a lil’ closer. Otherwise they’ll spot you.”

Ayato pulls you close as the security guard enters.

*Creaaaaak*

*Thud*

“Chichinashi...Don’t you dare move.”

*Flap flap flap*

*Rustle*

“Oi, keep still. That was just an owl fyin’ up in the air.”

You shiver.

“What’s wrong? You’re scared from such a lil’ thing? Haha...Pathetic. If you make any unnecessary sounds, we might actually get caught this time so suppress your voice, okay?”

*Rustle*

“Oi, did you hear that just now? There might be snakes and such here. Even that owl from earlier might have its eyes set on you.”

You flinch.

“Are you sure you should do that? If you move ‘round that much, you’ll get spotted. ...Hehe. Just how terrified are you? Besides, there’s something much more scary than snakes or owls right next to you, haven’t you noticed that? ーー You’ve been in the arms of a Vampire this whole time, remember?

*Rustle*

“Hehe...Did you think I was going to bite you? Idiot. I’d love to suck your blood, but now is not the right place or time, so I won’t for now.”

The security guard leaves again.

*Creaaaaak*

*Thud*

“The guy finally left? ...Hehe. I got to mess with you for a bit, so I guess these kind of trips aren’t bad once in a while.”

You get upset.

“You say that, but I bet you actually had fun as well, didn’t you?”

You deny that.

“I mean, I don’t really mind either way. ...Anyway, let’s get outta here already. There’s still plenty of places we haven’t explored yet. ...Hehe. Our night has only just started.”

ーー THE END ーー

Translation notes

(1) Ayato mispronounced the word at first, because the ‘oo’ in Japanese is pronounced like the ‘oa’ in ‘boat’ or ‘oats’ in English. However, it’s supposed to be more of an ‘uu’ sound in Japanese.

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #ayato sakamaki #diabolik lovers translation #diabolik lovers drama cd #drama cd

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greer-morgan · 29 days ago

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What a Valiant Roar (Pt. I) | Self-Para

"He kept us outside. But he kept everyone outside. When he let you in... when the sun shone... it was warm. Yeah. It was really... It was warm in the light." - Shiv Roy

Rain tapped against the window panes in a steady, even rhythm. It had been raining all day— all week— and Greer had grown restless. She was alone in the foyer, throwing herself full speed into cartwheels, too young to know fear or hesitation.

Thump. Thump.

Her feet kept a rhythm of their own each time they landed against the wooden floor. Two hands down, a surge of momentum, and then two little feet.

Thump. Thump.

“Greer!” Redford Morgan’s voice thundered from the doorway of his office.

Crash.

Greer, destabilized by being startled, fell sideways into a table which sent a vase catapulting to the floor in a mess of water and jagged ceramic. Redford stormed down the hallway to take in the sight of his daughter crumpled on the floor. Greer didn’t move. Although unhurt, she remained completely frozen in place. She held her breath tightly in her lungs, preparing for her father’s anger over the noise and the mess she’d made.

“What the fuck are you doin’ out here?” He bellowed, standing over Greer.

“Flips,” she explained, a truth without elaboration.

“Inside my house? Greer Mae, what would—” He exhaled through his nose, and much to Greer’s surprise, Redford’s anger deflated with the breath. She’d expected to be yanked upward, but instead, he reached down and lifted her up gently before settling her in his arms to step over the shrapnel of the broken vase.

“Why are you doin’ cartwheels in the house when you know I’m in there workin’?”

“‘Cause it’s rainin’,” she pouted. “Cal’s outside. I’m stuck in here, an’ mommy says I don’t get to go with him.”

“That’s cause Cal doesn’t come back with a rat’s nest in his hair that he won’t let anyone brush out. It’s what you get for throwin’ a fit about it. ‘Sides, why would you wanna ruin that beautiful dress’a yours in the rain? It’s brand new, and it cost me a pretty penny.”

Greer shrugged, having no real care for any of that.

“Where’s Leighton?”

“In the kitchen with mommy and Teeny.”

“And you don’t wanna help? You know your mama needs all hands on deck before your new brother or sister comes along.”

Greer shook her head. “Leighton said I was a bad stirrer, and I hate cookin’ anyway. It’s borin’.”

Redford laughed, setting Greer down again on the floor of his office— a place Greer had been allowed in only a handful of times in her five years of life. “You’re gonna have to make your peace with that eventually, princess. Someday, you’re gonna have a husband and little ones of your own, and they’re gonna wanna eat from time to time.”

“Ew, gross, daddy,” her nose scrunched.

“What’s gross?”

“Boys… and babies too,” she decided easily.

“Good. I’m gonna hold you to that for ‘least the next thirty years,” he chuckled.

Out of her father’s grasp, Greer padded across the large rug that took up most of the floor of Redford’s office, hoisting herself into his large, leather desk chair.

“What’re you workin’ about?” She wondered out loud, her eyes wandering over piles of papers she couldn’t read yet.

“Lookin’ over corn crop yield for a plant that mills animal feed. They’ve been hurtin’ for supply the past few years. Probably ain’t even worth keepin’ ‘em open into next season.”

Greer stared back, her expression dampened by confusion.

“Ain’t anythin’ you need to worry your pretty little head about,” Redford assured her. “Jus’ lots of men talkin’ big numbers.”

Greer nodded, picking up a self-inking stamp, but it was plucked from her hand before she had the chance to press it down on something.

Redford glanced at the clock before scooping Greer out of the chair. “Alright, time for you to get outta here,” he decided, needing the little girl to keep her hands off the contents of his desk. “I got an hour before my meetin' with Captain Reynolds, a lotta work to do before then, and now, I got a vase to sweep up in the hall.”

He offered Greer a stern look, only to receive wide, blinking eyes in return.

“Go play, but be quiet about it now, Greer. You break somethin’ in my house again, and you won’t get out of a spankin’ this time. Got it?”

“Yessir,” she agreed, closing the office door behind her as she left.

***

“You’re a fuckin’ traitor,” Greer snuffed a hand-rolled cigarette out against a roof shingle to her right and let the butt roll into the gutter by her feet. She wrapped herself tighter in her sweater to keep out the chill of winter, squinting against the low, late-afternoon sun. “Can’t believe they’re lettin’ you go out tonight.”

“It’s not my fault you got caught makin’ out with the Lapp’s farmhand, and dad can’t let it go,” Callahan shrugged.

“It’s my birthday party,” Greer argued. “I feel like I’m the one who should get a pass on havin’ to be nice to dad’s shitty friends.”

“It’s a dinner,” he countered.

“For my birthday.”

“Sure, if that’s what you wanna tell yourself,” Cal answered, carefully inching down the roof until he was low enough to hang over the porch and climb down. “Have fun,” he called over his shoulder.

Greer offered him a parting middle finger before she climbed back inside through the window, shutting it behind her.

“Why’s it so damn cold up here?” Redford asked as he rounded the corner from the top of the staircase, eyeing Greer’s hands where they were still hovering over the window’s locks.

Greer shrugged, giving him a vocalized non-answer. She was annoyed about the evening that stretched on in front of her as a whole, but now there was the extra annoyance of having just lost one of her better hiding spots.

“Drop the attitude, Greer,” Redford warned. “I’m not doin’ this with you tonight.”

“I didn’t even say anythin’!”

“S’all over your face. Rollin’ your eyes at me wasn’t cute when you were little, and it sure ain’t cute now that you’re fifteen.”

“I don’t wanna do this stupid dinner. S’bullshit. I—” Greer started to argue, but Redford cut her off, “You’re gonna fix your face, and then, you’re gonna go wash up for dinner. I won’t have you downstairs smellin’ like smoke out of a cheap bar. Not after half this town already thinks you let some backwoods farmhand get what he wanted from you in a dirty barn.”

“That ain’t anythin’ like what happened!” She shouted, exasperated over the fighting in circles they’d done for months now. The last few years, really, though it had morphed through various perceived indiscretions.

“It doesn’t matter, Greer. It’s what people think of you, and what people think of you affects us more than anythin’ you have to say about it— truth or not. You’re gonna be spendin’ a long time fixin’ this mess you made for yourself.”

“I already said I was sorry about it. Why does it matter if I go kissin’ the asses of a bunch’a self-important creeps who are all way too old to be spendin’ their time imaginin’ who I might let—”

“Watch yourself, young lady,” Redford warned sharply, taking a step closer so he could stand over Greer. “Now, you’ve got a half hour to put yourself together and get yourself seated at my dinin’ room table. You’re gonna smile, and you’re gonna be polite, and you’re not gonna embarrass us tonight by causin’ a scene. Yes, sir?”

“I—” she tried to counter.

“Yes, sir?” And they both understood that it was not a question, but a demand.

A sound of annoyance rumbled from the back of Greer's throat. “This is so damn—”

The back of Redford’s hand collided against Greer’s cheek with a crack. They both stood frozen for a long moment before it was Greer who finally made the first move. She straightened her spine, squaring her shoulders, as her eyes met her father’s unflinchingly. Scarlet bloomed over her stinging cheek like a stain, but Greer fought hard not to acknowledge the pain. She wouldn’t let him have that.

“Yes, sir,” she told him, her tone dry and unwavering, as she turned and walked away.

***

Greer stood abruptly at the sound of the opening door, tucking her shaking hands neatly behind her back. Her father entered wearing a stilted smile as his eyes darted between Greer and the peacekeeper who’d been tasked with taking her back to a stark little holding room. She’d been in the lobby of the Justice Building a few times but never back in any of the rooms. They were unbearably cold, she’d realized as she’d sat alone waiting to say her goodbyes.

Redford’s head dipped toward the door wordlessly, and the peacekeeper shuffled out of the room to give the two of them a little privacy— a favor she knew no one else would’ve been afforded.

“My girl,” Redford cupped Greer’s face in his palm, pulling her close to his chest as he pressed a kiss to her head. His grip was too tight, like his hands alone were allowed to hold the fear and the sadness he wouldn’t show on his face.

“Greer Morgan: the Victor. It has a real nice ring to it, huh?” He asked with an artificially bolstered confidence. Redford both expected and received no answer. Instead, Greer bit down hard against the quiver of her bottom lip.

“I want you to remember to smile when you get to the Capitol, okay? People’ll be watchin’ you out there, and you’ve got such a pretty smile. They’ll be fallin’ over themselves to sponsor you in no time at all. And those sponsors ain’t used to havin’ tributes like you from Ten. You jus’... you show ‘em how sweet you can be, be polite to ‘em. Show ‘em you’re smart, but don’t get smart with ‘em. Mind your tongue, alright?”

Sweet, polite, composed and even-keeled enough to be smart without being contradictory: Greer wondered if she’d truly ever been most, or any, of those things.

“You’re jus’ gonna blow ‘em away, Greer.” Redford pulled back slightly, but his hands remained against the slope of Greer’s cheeks. It was like he was studying her, knowing it was probably the last time he’d ever see his daughter alive and memorizing her features the best that he could.

The peacekeeper re-entered the room to tell them, “It’s time to get her on the train, Mr. Mayor.”

“Right, okay,” he agreed, dropping his hands to her arms for a final squeeze before releasing his daughter and moving toward the door. But Redford paused at the threshold of the room to add one more thing. It wasn’t quite a goodbye, not exactly a declaration of love, but something arguably much more important to Redford Morgan. “No matter what happens out there, you’re gonna make us so proud, princess. Y’know that?”

Maybe it should have upset her, but in that moment, it was oddly comforting to think that, despite spending the majority of the last several years in one ongoing screaming match with her parents, in the likely event of her death they’d collectively agree to remember her as better than she was.

“Yes, sir.” Greer managed softly.

#child abuse tw #welcome to the flashback portion of the evening #aka greer and her dad: a series of three vignettes #this has truly been in my drafts for like a month but part 2 still only exists in my head lol #137 #self para

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lovelybunchof-roses · 8 months ago

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Welcome to the Mansion~

Mun: RC/Rosalie/Rose - 27 - She/Her

Guests of Honor, thank you for coming! Please understand if you are a minor/NOT 18+, please DNI. This blog will have spicy content, angsty, and such that is not suitable for minors. Also, given my age, I'm not super comfy with engaging in RP with people under 18.

I'm a Lit/Semi-Para/Para style writer with an occasional one-liner/dash commentary, crack like rps for fun. You will also get a LOT of drabbles, and content of the residents of the mansion (aka the muses) interacting with one another because I love shoving them all in one place and forcing them to deal with each other, it's funny.

I'd call myself softly semi-selective. It's more like, if I feel like our rp/writing styles don't mesh well, I may not follow back and specifically seek out RPs. I'm personally someone who LOVES details, and collaboration on longer stories that can have effects that add depth to my characters. I'll accept asks/submits from anyone, but I may not always reply in the ask's replies.

I'm not private, and I'm not exclusive. I will interact with MULTIPLE VERSIONS OF DIFFERENT CHARACTERS. I love, love, LOVE, seeing other people's takes on characters, so I'm always open to multiple versions!

All RPs are different AUs/branching timelines. This is also because I'm a shipping whore who loves romance rps. It is my life blood. I will not do problematic ships such as adults x children, and such, and characters will likely be aged up in certain scenarios. If that bothers you still, even when I age up a character, I understand it is not your cup of tea! Feel free to unfollow/block, and have a wonderful day, your feelings are valid.

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Updated : 4/6/24

#; Stuck on the Fridge ; pinned post #rp blog #roleplay blog #multimuse rp

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gwenacega · 2 months ago

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and the years passed like scenes of a show, the professor said to write what you know. lookin' backwards, might be the only way to move forward then the actors were hitting their marks. and the slow dance was alight with the sparks, and the tears fell in synchronicity with the score and at last, she knew what the agony had been for. the only thing that's left is the manuscript, one last souvenir from my trip to your shores. now and then i re-read the manuscript, but the story isn't mine anymore . . .

ㅤㅤ“THE WILD CARDS”: DAS CONTROVÉRSIAS AO NOVO LANÇAMENTO.

Escrito por Roger Smith | Publicitado em 10 de junho de 2024.

ㅤㅤO livro que é listado como best-seller do New York Times e considerado o reavivamento da literatura de ficção científica, recebeu uma atualização de status: o segundo volume, que os fãs especulavam não acontecer, recebeu a previsão de lançamento para o início de 2025 sobre o nome The Wild Cards: Paradox.

ㅤㅤApesar do sucesso estrondoso atual e dos rumores de adaptação pela Apple TV+, nem tudo foram flores na jornada da obra desde o seu lançamento oito anos atrás e trouxemos uma lista com as principais controvérsias para que você possa se inteirar de tudo antes de embarcar nessa viagem.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ1. O PLÁGIO DE GEORGE R. R. MARTIN.

ㅤㅤNão, The Wild Cards não é uma cópia barata de Uma Canção de Gelo e Fogo, apesar da autora ter dito em inúmeras entrevistas que ama a criação do universo de George R. R. Martin e o tem como uma grande inspiração. Porém, o que muitos apontaram antes do lançamento oficial é que a obra de Viker compartilhava duas semelhanças suspeitas com outra obra de Martin: o nome e o gênero de ficção científica.

ㅤㅤNo fim das contas, o burburinho aumentou o interesse do público geral para que, assim que as primeiras avaliações do livro saíssem e os leitores pudessem devorar a história, todos entendessem que não haviam outras semelhanças em qualquer atributo de escrita e criação da autora. Enquanto a série Wild Cards de Martin se passa em uma Terra de história alternativa contando a história de humanos que contraíram o vírus "Wild Card", a história de Viker se passa em milhares de anos no futuro, com um grupo de cientistas que precisa desvendar os segredos da viagem no tempo para evitar uma catástrofe no tecido do tempo-espaço e salvarem a própria existência.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ2. O PLÁGIO DE “DE VOLTA PARA O FUTURO”.

ㅤㅤAssim que as acusações sobre Martin caíram por terra, leitores e críticos começaram a traçar semelhanças entre a história com o clássico filme De Volta Para O Futuro (1985), dirigido e roteirizado por Robert Zemeckis. Quando comparados, é possível notar que ambos filme e livro usam veículos para a movimentação entre o tempo além de todos os problemas causados por alterações no decorrer da história, os personagens não parecem ter muita dimensão de que suas ações no seu presente atual irão influenciar futuro e passado de forma descontrolada.

ㅤㅤNo entanto, depois de especialistas em plágio comentarem sobre o assunto e darem pontos de vistas legais, ficou demonstrado que apesar das similaridades, não havia roubo de propriedade intelectual e ambos se inspiraram em teorias científicas reais para desenvolver suas histórias.

ㅤㅤA controvérsia, mais uma vez, pareceu trabalhar a favor de Viker, pois Harold Bloom, o maior crítico literário da atualidade, soltou uma nota sobre The Wild Cards em meio ao caos das acusações:

ㅤㅤAcredito ser muito ingênuo da parte de ambas as comunidades literária e cinematográfica criarem uma narrativa sobre plágio quando estamos falando de um tema tão discutido e utilizado em histórias de ficção científica como viagem no tempo. Bastava ler os primeiros capítulos da história escrita por Guinevere Viker para entender que, apesar de similaridades básica e que podem ser consideradas quase como senso comum, seu enredo está muito mais interessado em aprofundar justamente em teorias científicas sobre tempo-espaço, além de uma discussão filosófica sobre a ética e moral em experimentos. Não podemos tirar o valor de De Volta Para O Futuro e, talvez, tenha sido uma das fontes primárias para essa criação, no entanto enquanto o filme é uma fantasia juvenil, simples e divertida, The Wild Cards é uma análise sobre os mesmos temas, de forma madura e que se assemelha muito mais as narrativas de Isaac Asimov e Frank Herbert, se couber comparações [...]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ3. EM QUEM RENCE WOODER FOI INSPIRADO?

ㅤㅤRecentemente, com a viralização do livro nas redes sociais do momento como Tik Tok, muitos jovens começaram a tentar descobrir em quem Guinevere Viker se inspirou para escrever Rence Wooder. O personagem principal de The Wild Cards caiu no gosto do público por ser um misto encantador de inteligência e alívio cômico, não se levando a sério mesmo sendo o motor que faz toda a trama girar.

ㅤㅤA investigação teve como base uma resposta de Guinevere Viker dada em entrevista, resgatada por internautas:

ㅤㅤQualquer autor que dizer que não se inspira em pessoas ao seu redor para escrever está mentindo, podem ter certeza disso. Não há material mais interessante e inspirador do que pessoas, então acredito que muitos dos meus personagens sejam simbioses de inúmeros indivíduos que fizeram parte da minha trajetória. Agora, se eu posso dizer quem é quem, não tenho certeza… [risos] Acho que Noÿs, a protagonista de Astrae, é a única que sei em quem é claramente inspirada e foi na minha melhor amiga da época de faculdade, se querem saber. Elas são sarcásticas, duras, ácidas a quase todo momento, mas possuem um universo complexo em expansão dentro delas mesmas. Agora qualquer outro, não vou saber dizer.

ㅤㅤFãs mais jovens da autora começaram a buscar quem poderia ser a possível fonte da sua inspiração. A teoria mais aceita é que o personagem seja inspirado em Lucien LeBlanc, ex-marido da autora e com quem teve um filho na mesma época que o livro foi lançado. Outro concorrente forte é o cantor Hozier, visto que Guinevere comentou em inúmeras entrevistas se sentir muito inspirada pelas músicas do cantor. Existem outras teorias, porém com pouca ou nenhuma evidência, além de que muitos começaram a aceitar que um personagem complexo como Rence só pode ter nascido de uma simbiose, como a própria autora comentou.

#trechos. ♡❜ ⸻

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violets-in-her-arms-writes · 2 years ago

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One song for every OC

Thank you for tagging me @writernopal, I had a lot of fun !! (you can find her post here) 💜

Rules: Assign a song that fits the vibe of your OC.

Jo Hautain, You're Losing Me by Taylor Swift (thank you for releasing this song today, it fits even better than the one I'd initially chosen 👀)

You say, "I don't understand" and I say, "I know you don't" / We thought a cure would come through in time, now, I fear it won't / Remember lookin' at this room, we loved it 'cause of the light / Now, I just sit in the dark and wonder if it's time

Louise Venti, Paranoia byNeoni

Draw the blinds / Check under your bed / Hide your gold / And hold your breath / Feel the ghost / In your chest / Check your pulse / You're scared to death / Para, paranoia / You know what's coming for ya / Venom in your blood / And there's no one here to warn ya / You've been here before / Ya can lock up all your doors /But there's a phantom in your foyer

Anaëlle Charles, Pretty Pills for Broken Hearts by Cloudy June

The mixed up potions make me lose control / But maybe heal the sore / And they say, "Come into the dark / 'Cause we got pretty pills for broken hearts / That numb the feelin'" / 'Cause when I run the poison through my veins / I don't mind the voices in my brain

And I'm stopping there for now because doing it for all the characters would take waaayyy too long 😅

Tagging (gently) @lena-rambles, @ladyniniane, @liv-is & @flowerprose

#wip: la fledgling #tag games

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xxpangitsijosesxx · 1 year ago

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Change: Ang Malupit na Reyalidad ng Pagkakapantay-pantay ng Kapangyarihan

(Babala: Ang vlog na ito ay naglalaman ng adiksyon sa droga at alak, karahasan, sekswal na tema)

Nag-aalok ng masusing pagmumulat ang kanta sa masalimuot na reyalidad ng buhay sa komunidad, kung saan ang karahasan, kahirapan, at pangarap ng pagbabago partikular sa isyu ng police brutality sa Amerika ang kanta ni Jermaine Cole na "Change". Sa huling banda ng katha, makikita ang detalyadong larawan ng mga pangyayari ukol sa isyung panlipunan laganap hanggang ngayon.

I reminisce back to a time where ni**as threw they hands All of a sudden ni**as pop a trunk and then we scram Finger on trigger make a little ni**a understand What it's like to finally be the mother****kin' man Eyes wide that's from the power that the coward feels Ni**as die over b***hes disrespecting dollar bills Bloodshed that turned the city to a battlefield I call it poison, you call it real (pop, pop, pop, pop) That's how you feel?

Pistols be poppin' and ni**as drop in a heartbeat Scattered like roaches, a body laid on the concrete Body laid on the concrete Look, somebody laid on the concrete No time for that, ain't no lookin' back, cause I'm running too I made it home, I woke up and turned on the morning news Overcame with a feeling I can't explain 'Cause that was my ni**a James that was slain, he was 22 (Last night at around) He was 22 (22 year old black male, suspect, poor)

We're gathered here today (I swear to God) To mourn the life of James McMillan Jr (I swear to God, ni**a, I'mma kill them ni**as man) A tragedy, another tragedy in the black community (I promise you bro) We got to do better, people 22 years old, this boy was too young (I promise you bro, I'mma kill them ni**as bro) Our condolences go to his family, our prayers (I'mma kill them ni**as myself) We know he's in a better place But this has got to end, ladies and gentleman We've got to come together, this is, this is, beyond words Now I'd like to open this ceremony with a verse from

Sa kabuuan ng kanta binabanggit nito ang takot at desperasyon na maaaring nararamdaman ng mga indibidwal kapag nakaharap sa posibilidad ng paghaharap sa mga otoridad. Gayundin, nagpapahiwatig ng pag-aalinlangan sa sistema ng hustisya, gaya ng makikita sa mga linyang "But the only real change come from inside" at "It's either that or they be fearing they gon' go to Hell," na naglalarawan ng kawalan ng tiwala sa mga panlabas na sistema para sa hustisya o pagpapatawad.

Bukod dito, nilalim ng kantang ito ang epekto ng karahasan sa mga komunidad, na may mga sanggunian sa mga libingan, tanikala, at mga lalaking umiiyak. Dagdag pa roon, nagpapahayag ng mabigat na realidad at malupit na bunga ng karahasan mula sa pulisya ang imahe ng mga bangkay na nakahandusay sa semento at ang kaguluhan. Gayundin, malinaw ang paglalarawan ng marahas na kalikasan ng mga pagtatagpo ang mga linyang "Pistols be poppin' and ni**as drop in a heartbeat” at “Bloodshed that turned the city to a battlefield."

Nagbibigay ng personal at emosyonal na dimensyon sa isyu ang pagbanggit sa isang partikular na indibidwal, si James McMillan Jr., at ang sumunod na seremonya ng pagdadalamhati sa kantang ito. Inilalarawan ang trahedya bilang bahagi ng mas malawak na padrino sa loob ng komunidad ng mga maitim na tao, na nagbibigay diin sa sistemikong kalikasan ng karahasan mula sa pulisya.

Hinahawakan ng mga liriko ang mga tema ng panlipunang kawalan ng katarungan, diskriminasyong pampamayanan, at mga laban na kinakaharap ng mga indibidwal na nagsusumikap na malampasan ang kanilang kalagayan. Ang linyang " I reminisce back to a time where ni**as threw they hands " kung saan naglalarawan ito ng pangungulila para sa mas simpleng panahon kung saan nilulutas ang mga alitan sa ibang paraan, na kabaligtaran ng kasalukuyang reyalidad ng mas mataas na antas ng karahasan at pangangailangan na magtanggol sa sarili.

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#j. cole #Youtube

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mashirabar · 1 year ago

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𝑺𝑼𝑬𝑵𝑨 𝑬𝑵 𝑬𝑳 𝑩𝑨𝑹 𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑹𝑨.

A través de las bocinas resuena reconocida melodía y te obliga a prestar atención: LGBT, de CUPCAKKE. En el jukebox, el mensaje es claro. Se trata de una dedicatoria de NA HYERIM para NA HYEONGYU.

Fuck out my way when you see me I'm rollin' with the LGBT Fuck out my way when you see me I'm rollin' with the LGBT I'm rollin' with the LGBT I'm rollin' with the LGBT Lookin' like we belong on TV I'm rollin' with the LGBT

Too cool for this shit, look at my body language Shit on everything, I need some potty training Money missing, had to ask him, "Where the rest, dummy?" (Where it's at?) Before I call my bitches up, they say "yes, hunty" (You know it) Judge one of the studs, they gone bring some thugs (ya) Judge one of my drags, catch a heel up yo' ass (uh-oh) Don't judge a lesbian, 'cause she don't want you back, man (woo) Judge one of the gays, they drag you from Z to A (they will) And shout out to the bi's, you ain't gotta pick a side (nope) And if you in the closet, shorty, you ain't gotta hide (come out) Gotta make these bitches sick when they see you (What?) And if a bitch want beef, give her beef stew (yup, yup) Stripper right in front of me, I hope she washed her ass (you know it) She looking at my fine gays, but they don't wanna smash (nope) Know they 'bout to act a fool, time is past due Then the gays hop on stage, like, "I can shake my ass too."

Fashion wise, they don't play (no, boy) When they step out, they gone slay I'm talkin' tight jeans, good hygienes Mothafuckas stay fleek everyday, yeah (We fleek!) Fuck with them, you better run off No skydivers, gone jump off No pun intended, hoes offended 'Cause they see we flyer than flight attendants Do a hair flip, then I dip (then I dip) In the strip club throwing tips In V.I.P., I'm 'bout to buy more 'Cause life too short, like hype sports Tissue in my bra, bitch, gone head (gone head) Bad bitch, and I got long legs (long legs) Ass super plump, full of cornbread I shut a bitch up like a phone dead

#dinámica: jukebox.#vástago: hyerim.#vástago: hyeongyu.

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bnavmo · 7 months ago

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it is what it is (iconic)

i was young & stupid

when we used to fool around

yeah, i was drunk by cupid

you really stood out of the crowd

but your love felt like domestic violence

among abuse, all i could hear was violins

and every time you talked, i bled like violets

i became addicted to your ultraviolence

you told me i live in a fantasy world, candid

i told you it was all an illusion, implanted

welcome to paradise, we've just landed

but soon we'll leave, empty-handed

you tried callin' me, but you got a dial tone, out of reach

you're always lookin' for me, but i'm never home, salary

see the sunrise, ain't it pretty?

forget your home town, yeah, fuck that city

i woke up feelin' kinda OCD

If you're feelin' touchy, don't get close to me

bae, we don't got to make it deep

i got stuff to do, don't start cryin' in front of me

not into projecting insecurities, don't need validation

i'm not into playin' games, i don't seek attention

you're lost, babe, you really need direction

please bore someone else with your obsession

mi corazón era un cristal

que dejaste caer y fragmentarse

grande y puro como un portal

que dejaste para siempre cerrarse

apagado como incendio forestal

en llamas lo dejaste desintegrarse

(...)

y aún late, pero ya no siente lo mismo

desmiente cualquier simbolismo

y repudia toda idea del romanticismo

pero aclama la asertividad del realismo

es capaz de levantarse de cualquier abismo

pero carece de propósito, vive del nihilismo

////

gettin' ready, lookin' iconic

back to back, glamophonic

it's 2008, i'm feeling euphoric

servin' cunt, faster than sonic

my eyes are slitted, i'm diabolic

you got a problem & it's chronic

you want me but this is platonic

gurl, like, honestly, i know i'm superior

say what you want, you're still inferior

you're hot, yeah, you got a nice exterior

but on the inside, you're just the opposite of prettier

while the world's falling apart

i keep on dancing at the bar

but you know there's no bar

just me hotboxing in the car

party for one, caress my scar

i'm cute but my soul's black tar

don't think you gon make it far

i watch em leave as they go

one by one, i watch em go

watch em leave as i glow

i like it fast, never slow

watch you drippin' to my flow

knowin' nothing is all i know

i'm just cruisin'

not a loser, but i'm losin'

i turn down the fuckin' blues &

just wait til i get the booze in

those bitches thought they were choosin'

like this was lollapalooza &

i was just thinkin' choose when

she was lettin' the dudes in

want a private life & cold weather

the less they know, the better

amidst chaos, i'm ligher than a feather

cos i know nothing lasts forever

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nenisday · 9 months ago

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I was busy thinking about... you!

AAAAA, FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS, CARIÑO.

ES HOY, ES HOY EL DÍAAAA.

¿Cómo te sientes? ¿Te das cuenta de que estás comenzando este nuevo año de tu vida? Sé que quizá te petateas JKLSDS, pero déjame decirte que estoy muuuuy segura de que será un año demasiado especial para ti, no solo porque sé que seguirás avanzando y cumpliendo muchísimas metas que me has contado, sino porque hay algo muy en el interior de mi corazoncito que me está diciendo que será mágico. Y aunque quizá no vea el futuro, estoy segura de que, pase lo que pase, este año traerá miles de cambios en tu mundo. Puede ser que se trate de construir nuevos caminos o deshacerlos, pero creo también que todo tipo de cambio viene para bien. Y en este caso, estás cambiando a una nueva etapa en tu vida, así que quiero decirte algo que hubiese deseado saber un poquito cuando estuve en tu lugar...

Tienes que saber, cariño, que las cosas no tienen porqué ser perfectas, solo tienen que ser humanas. Y el ser humano significa que de repente te equivocarás, escucharás comentarios feos, tendrás miradas de gente fuchi, pero hay que saber que solo son eso; nadie puede hacerte daño. Y eso significa que puedes dejar que las cosas cambien a tu gusto. Puedes cambiar esos sueños que tenías a los 10 años para adaptarlos a la Lenny de hoy, porque se trata de eso, cariño.

Este mundo es tuyo para cambiarlo y enfrentarte a todo eso que quiera impedir que lo hagas tuyo. Y sé que puede dar miedo tener que enfrentarlo cuando lo único que quieres es cumplir tus sueños porque ¿cuál es la necesidad de hacer las cosas tan difíciles? Puede ser una pregunta muy válida, pero también hay que saber que las cosas necesitan tiempo y paciencia, porque a veces lo mejor puede tardar en llegar, pero una vez que están aquí, el sentimiento no se compara a nada más. Y sé que así será para ti este año; lleno de logros que rebozan con sentimientos de orgullo, felicidad, amor y muchísimas cosas más.

Sé de primera mano que así será y que ya estás enfrentándote a esas cosas que una vez te dieron asustaron. Y si aún tienes miedo, solo quiero que tomes mi manita y me acompañes a ponerte una canción, o bueno, un álbum que sé que significa muchísimo para ti, pero específicamente enfocándome en esta canción: Face the music de Louis.

"Close your eyes and count to 10, if you're standin' on the edge of fallin', open up and lookin' down, everything that matters is forgotten"

Y si alguna vez tienes miedo de enfrentarte a la música o a esos retos aterradores, aquí estaré, a tu lado, te pediré que veamos las estrellitas y olvidemos todo por un segundo. Podrá no ser un detalle muy grande, pero quiero obsequiártelo cada año en tu cumpleaños, ese recordatorio de que no estarás solita.

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br-ea-th-in--g-blog · 1 year ago

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He got that, mmm, green eyes, givin' me signs

That he really wants to know my name, hey

I saw you lookin' from across the way

And suddenly, I'm glad I came, ay!

Ven para acá quiero bailar, toma mi mano

Quiero sentir tu cuerpo en mi, estás temblando

Mmm, green eyes, takin' your time

Now we know we'll never be the same

I love his lips 'cause he says the words

Te amo, mami, ah, te amo, mami

Don't wake up, this love is like a dream

~ Ed Sheeran ft. Camila Cabello,

South the Border

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groovetrill · 2 years ago

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She got the mm brown eyes, caramel thighs, long hair, no wedding ring, hey

I saw you lookin' from across the way and now I really wanna know your name

She got the mm white dress, but when she's wearing less

Man, you know that she drives me crazy

The mm brown eyes, beautiful smile

You know I love watching you do your thing

I love her hips, curves, lips say the words

"Te amo mami, te amo mami"

I kiss her, this love is like a dream

So join me in this bed that I'm in

Push up on me and sweat darling

So I'm gonna put my time in

I won't stop until the angels sing

Jump in that water, be free

Come south of the border with me

Jump in that water, be free

Come south of the border with me

He got the mm green eyes, givin' me signs that he really wants to know my name, hey

I saw you lookin' from across the way and suddenly I'm glad I came, I

Ven para acá, quiero bailar, toma mi mano

Quiero sentir tu cuerpo en mí, estás temblando

Mm green eyes, taking your time, knowing that we'll never be the same

I love his lips 'cause he says the words

"Te amo mami, te amo mami"

Don't wake up, this love is like a dream

So join me in this bed that I'm in

Push up on me and sweat darling

So I'm gonna put my time in

I won't stop until the angels sing

Jump in that water, be free

Come south of the border with me

Jump in that water, be free

Come south of the border with me (Rrrr)

Flawless diamonds

In a green field near Buenos Aires

Until the sun's rising

We won't stop until the angels sing

Jump in that water, be free

Come south of the border with me

Jump in that water, be free

Come south of the border with me

(Bardi)

You never live till you risk your life

You wanna shine, you gotta get more ice

Am I your lover or I'm just your vice?

A little crazy but I'm just your type (Okurr)

You want the lips and the curves, need the whips and the furs

And the diamonds I prefer in my closet his and hers (Aye)

He want the little mamacita margarita

I think that Ed got a little jungle fever (Aye)

You are more than (You are more than)

Something boring (Something boring)

Legs open, tongue out, Michael Jordan, ugh

Go exploring, something foreign (Skrrt skrrt)

Bust it open, rain forest, it be pouring

Yeah, kiss me like you need me, rub me like a genie

Pull up to my spot in Lamborghini

'Cause you gotta see me, never leave me

You got a girl that can finally do it all

Drop an album, drop a baby, but I never drop the ball (Ugh)

#ed sheeran #camila cabello #cardi b #south of the border #no.6 collaborations project #groovetrill #Spotify

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