#Isabella Riva

[famousdeaths]

Isabella Riva (22 April 1887 - 10 August 1985) was an Italian actress. Born in Nizza Monferrato, Asti as Isabella Trufarelli, daughter of actors, Riva began act...

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[perfettamentechic]

10 agosto … ricordiamo …

10 agosto … ricordiamo … #semprevivineiricordi #nomidaricordare #personaggiimportanti #perfettamentechic

2022: Vesa-Matti Loiri, cantante e attore finlandese. Come attore è conosciuto per aver interpretato il personaggio di Uuno Turhapuro in una serie di film dal 1973 al 2004. Ha debuttato recitando nel film Pojat nel 1962. La carriera di attore è durata circa 60 anni. Ha recitato sia in teatro, film e televisione. Ha avuto più di 70 ruoli cinematografici. Come musicista, ha rappresentato la…

[moonglowmagic]

Where: Still at this damn hospital With: @cantfightmoonlight (Bella Rivas)

“How is Leyla?” Dilan blurted out the second that she saw Bella enter her hospital room. Clearly switching off with her previous visitor. “Is she okay? Is Ken still with her?” Dilan rambled on questioning quickly. Trying to pull herself up into a sitting position so she could get a better look at Bella. “Also I know now is not the best time, but did I see Luna at the party? And well after?” Dilan questioned, wondering if her eyes were playing tricks on her even though Luna wasn’t important to Dilan in the same way as Bella. “I just feel like my brain might have been playing tricks on me after everything that happened.” 

[lunarcoveinspo]

Who’s that handsome man over there? With the wings? Heaven must be missing an angel!

Incoming Candygram

To: Ken From: Anonymous Message (Sung by Cupid Tony):

To Ken, your office is not a home. Do us all a favor and stop living in it. Sincerely, Your Valentine

[dearest-and-nearest]

Since veilguard is clearly a garbage sequel, i decided to not fight with oblivious and just use my Adaar's design for my Rook. Her name will be Isabella de Riva, former crow and rare bitch. So she will be racist (especially towards qunari since she had no reasons to love them), treat mages as they deserve (oppress any of them who's weak) and be everything this game refuses to allow her. She will also be main hero of my fix-it fanfiction with darker everything, interesting characters only (gone Bellara and Neve, yay) and many deaths

[crabs-with-sticks]

DADWC Prompts

Characters/relationships that are bolded are ones I'm interested in this week. I will be noting the level of spoilery at the top for veilguard :)

Dragon Age OCs:

Mara Tabris (f rogue) | | Cor Brosca (f warrior) | | Ghilara Lavellan (f rogue) | | Luca Trevelyan (m mage) | | Kytharia Mercar (nb mage) | | Electra de Riva (f rouge) | | Ulna Ingellvar (f mage)

Canon Characters:

Isseya (The Last Flight)

Romantic Relationships:

Kytharia Mercar x Lucanis

Platonic Relationships:

Kytharia Mercar & Solas (daddy issues) | | Kytharia Mercar & Varric (more daddy issues) | | Kytharia Mercar & any veilguard companion

Prompt Lists

Send in a prompt and a pairing/character.

Send in quotes from poetry, songs, literature, essays, the chant of light etc. that you love or find particularly poetic or interesting!

Pillow Talk

Prompts for Sharing a Bed

Platonic Sentence Starters

Romance of Hands and Touch

It's All About the Yearning

For the Damaged

Unused to Kindness

Bottled Up Emotions

Found Family: Angsty || Trust Building | | Feeling Safe | | Poly

Hurt/comfort prompts

Oblivious Pining

Cannon Characters

Isseya (The Last Flight)

Romantic relationships I write:

Mara Tabris x Zevran | | Cor Brosca x Lelliana | | Ghilara Lavellan x Solas | | Luca Trevelyan x Dorian | | Luca Trevelyan x Solas | | Kytharia Mercar x Lucanis

Platonic relationships I enjoy:

Origins: Tabris & Lelliana | | Tabris & Morrigan | | Brosca & Rica Inquisition: Lavellan & Dorian | | Lavellan & Varric | | Lavellan & Blackwall | | fwb! Lavellan & Isabella | | Trevelyan & Cassandra | | Trevelyan & Solas | | Trevelyan & Josephine Veilguard: Mercar & any veilguard companion tbh

AUs

The End and the Beginning- solavellan fix it AU where Solas' ritual fails and Ghilara fakes their deaths to save him Baby Crows AU- an AU where Mara Tabris was recruited by the crows and grew up with Zevran, Rinna and Talisien

[lunamagicablu]

Vi narro ora la storia della Dama con la Lanterna. Era questa una fanciulla che dimorava silenziosa sulle sponde di un’Isola, colma di meli, circondata da un grande lago e da fitte nebbie di fuoco e di mistero.La Dama era spesso assorta, sedeva su di un piccolo scranno e dalla riva sabbiosa illuminava la Via dei Viandanti che ignari passavano lungo i Sentieri della Terra Ferma. Molti si addentrarono su Cammini sconosciuti, come falene verso il fuoco, molti perirono tra le Acque, altri si persero nelle Nebbie del Mistero, altri ancora si bruciarono anima e pensieri tra le Nebbie di Fuoco attorno all’Isola.Pochi giunsero all’Isola sacra, e quei pochi guardarono afflitti negl’occhi scuri della Dama della Lanterna. ‘Dimmi dolce Signora, perché attiri noi mortali tra il periglio e verso la morte?’‘Non son io Viandante a condurti, io mostro solo un approdo, poco o nulla conosco di ciò che oltre la luce della mia Lanterna accade…’Sempre questa fu la domanda e sempre la stessa fu la risposta….Strano Mondo di incanto, strano paradiso perduto, meta ultima e viaggio, approdo al tempo stesso e molo per viaggi ancor più perigliosi…La Dama un giorno decise così di avventurarsi fuori dall’Isola. Portò con sè la lanterna incantata e circondata da un mondo a lei sconosciuto, straniero ed incomprensibile, attraversò le acque e il fuoco, scostò i veli e si addentrò tra le terre straniere dove ormai incanto e profezia, magia ed illusione erano ricordi perduti, fantasmi evanescenti di un passato lontano.Attraversò Boschi e lande di candida neve, parlò al cigno e al cane fedele, imparò l’arte dal saggio ragno e a lungo proferì con la lepre ed il cervo selvaggio. Giunse allora in una verde radura, inverni e primavere, spiriti dell’autunno e dell’estate sedevano in Cerchio.‘Dicci Dama che a lungo hai viaggiato, cosa cerchi nel Mondo dei Mortali?’‘Cerco una Via per loro stessi, Messeri. Molti periscono, molti ignorano la luce della Lanterna, molti non sopravvivono alla Via: il fuoco li brucia, le acque li inghiottono. Fantasmi crudeli li aggrediscono, poiché essi son senza alcun sapere e non hanno armi per giungere a me…’‘Sii la Via allora. Non attender più silenziosa sulle sponde della Tua Isola. Afferra la mano di chi ancora vede la lanterna e conducili, uno ad uno, attraverso il fuoco e l’acqua. Nutrili con l’aria delle tue parole e sii la terra salda sulla quale poseranno i passi… Un dì all’anno, ti concederemo la compagnia del Figlio del Sole, così che la luce della tua Lanterna sia sempre più forte e luminosa… In quei giorni il Mondo sarà gaio ma anche oppresso e spaventato… In quel tripudio di tenebra, alza più in alto che potrai la lanterna dell’Isola, tienila ben salda, e il Figlio Antico la renderà ancor più splendida… Avrà giovani corna di cervo, sarà il Rinato, sarà il Figlio della Madre…’La Dama con la Lanterna vaga ormai da tempo immemore per le Vie del Mondo dei Mortali. Ha molti aspetti, ma porta sempre con se la sua piccola Lanterna. Chi ne scorge la luce non può che afferrarne la mano, e con passo incerto ma protetto, viaggiare lungo i Sentieri che portano ad Avalon….

di Isabella Abbiati (Isobel Argante)

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I will now tell you the story of the Lady with the Lantern. This was a girl who lived silently on the shores of an island, full of apple trees, surrounded by a large lake and thick mists of fire and mystery.The Lady was often engrossed, she sat on a small bench and from the sandy shore she illuminated the Way of the Wayfarers who unaware passed along the Paths of the Mainland. Many went on unknown Paths, like moths to fire, many perished among the Waters, others were lost in the Mists of Mystery, still others burned their souls and thoughts in the Mists of Fire around the Isle.Few made it to the sacred Isle, and those few gazed sorrowfully into the dark eyes of the Lady of the Lantern. 'Tell me sweet Lady, why do you draw us mortals to peril and to death?'‘I am not the Wanderer to lead you, I only show a landing place, I know little or nothing of what happens beyond the light of my Lantern…’This was always the question and always the same was the answer….Strange world of enchantment, strange paradise lost, final destination and journey, landing at the same time and pier for even more perilous journeys…One day the Lady decided to venture off the island. She carried the enchanted lantern with her and surrounded by a world unknown to her, foreign and incomprehensible, she crossed the waters and the fire, pushed aside the veils and entered the foreign lands where by now enchantment and prophecy, magic and illusion were lost memories, ghosts evanescent from a distant past.She crossed woods and lands of white snow, spoke to the swan and the faithful dog, learned the art from the wise spider and spoke at length with the hare and the wild deer. She came then to a green clearing, winters and springs, spirits of autumn and summer sat in the Circle.'Tell us Lady that you have traveled a long time, what are you looking for in the Mortal World?''I'm looking for a Way for themselves, Messeri. Many perish, many ignore the light of the Lantern, many do not survive the Way: the fire burns them, the waters engulf them. Cruel ghosts attack them, for they are without any knowledge and have no weapons to reach me…''Be the Way then. Wait no more silently on the shores of your island. She grabs the hand of anyone who still sees the lantern and leads them, one by one, through fire and water. Feed them with the air of your words and be the firm ground on which their footsteps will rest… One day a year, we will grant you the company of the Son of the Sun, so that the light of your lantern will always be stronger and brighter… In those days the World will be gay but also oppressed and frightened... In that blaze of darkness, raise the island's lantern as high as you can, hold it firmly, and the Ancient Son will make it even more splendid... It will have young deer antlers, it will be the Reborn will be the Son of the Mother…'The Lady with the Lantern has been roaming the Ways of the Mortal World since time immemorial. She has many aspects, but she always carries her little Lantern with her. Whoever sees its light can only grab its hand, and with an uncertain but protected step, travel along the Paths that lead to Avalon….

by Isabella Abbiati (Isobel Argante)

[moonglowmagic]

─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

OPTION A:

Dilan had been in the middle of fighting over jeans when she heard Bella yell it was hers. Taking the jeans with her as she walked over, she watched the other shopper go back a few feet, her eyes widened in surprise. "Well guess it really is yours now." Dilan remarked as she came up next to Bella, she gave a soft laugh. "I mean I think we could take them." Dilan responded with a hand on her hip, then looked down at her expensive shoes. "Although these are new so yeah let's make a run for it." Grabbing the other Chanel bag closet to her, she took off with Bella towards the register. "Maybe we can come back again tomorrow. You know when you haven't assaulted someone over a Chanel bag." Dilan teased, letting Bella go first. "Get your bag. It's clearly the one thing we have that's worth it."

@lunarcovestarters

(don't mind me doing a new kind of choose your own adventure starter - choose the character you want to reply to)

Option A: Bells

"I said it's mine!" Bells exclaimed as she yanked the Chanel bag she had been clutching onto for dear life as hard as she could away from the other shopper whose grubby little fingers had the audacity to touch the purse she had so clearly already claimed. Only not realizing how much strength she had these days, still being new to the whole vampire thing, Bella's doe eyes widened in surprise as she watched the aggressive shopper go flying back a few feet. "Well I'll be damned," Bells let out a low whistle under her breath before helplessly glancing to the left and right of her as if look for guidance as to how to handle the situation. What to do after you've accidentally flung someone across the room wasn't exactly in her field of expertise. But, when now seething shopper began to pull themselves back up onto their feet. Bells turned to the person beside her as she told them, "Run? Run, I think we should run, right now. Want to make a break for the register?"

Option B: Leyla

After shutting down the Daily Drip Booth over at the Farmer's Market for the day, Leyla figured she'd cut through Peggy's parking lot on the way home. She had always had a love for rollerskating herself and figure she might as well get to enjoy some of the other festivities before getting changed to go let off some lanterns. Only what she hadn't been anticipating was one Peggy's employee whom had never been on roller skates in their life before barreling towards another unsuspecting skater at full speed. "Watch out!" Leyla exclaimed as she rushed forwards, only for the rogue waitress to end up barreling into her instead. "Oomph," She exclaimed as she was knocked straight down onto her back. "Oww," She groaned out as she laid there, now blinking up at the ceiling. "I really can't catch a break, can I?" She mumbled out to herself only to turn to the person who she had just saved from being narrowly knocked down. "You okay?"

Option C: Jasmine

"Whoa, hey, if this is about a refund, I don't know what to tell you? You went paid for the tour, you went on the tour and if you didn't read the fine print that states the Ghost Bros Extravaganza is publicity stunt to tease our grand opening than that's on you," Jas called out over her shoulder as she heard the footsteps of one of the tour goers approaching.

[alessandrovilla1982]

Alessandro Villa - "Suor Maria"

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Questa è la versione autogenerata con il software del sito AI https://suno.com

Il testo di questa canzone è di proprietà di ALESSANDRO VILLA, scritto per essere dedicato a Suor Maria: la suora che porta nel cuore dai tempi dell'asilo "Isabella Riva", ovvero che ha frequentato prima che il suo percorso cambiasse direzione, lasciando nella sua vita un grande senso di incompletezza, incompiutezza, dubbi e frustrazione legati alla consapevolezza della propria disabilità.

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Mi sembra ancora di sentire la tua voce

Anche se sono passati tanti anni ormai

Da quei giorni miei ormai lontani

Che non ritorneranno mai

Che strano mi fa ricordare adesso

E forse non ci crederai

Tra tutti quelli che mi han fatto fesso

Mi tocca il cuore ricordar la tua sincerità

Ero solo un bambino di tre anni

Già anche troppo consapevole di me

Ma purtroppo per tornare indietro tempo e rivederti

Nemmeno nei miei sogni soluzione c'è

Vorrei tornare in quell'asilo

Inchiodare i piedi al suolo

Per impedire che mi portassero via

Vorrei poterti ritrovare per potermi riscattare

Per cancellare tutti gli anni di agonia

Nel tuo sorriso son sincero c'era il cielo

Dolce... Suor Maria

Tra i miei ricordi di bambino

Forse un po' confusi sai

Ricordo ancora il tuo dolce sorriso

L'immensa luce dentro agli occhi tuoi

Dentro di me regna sovrana

L'eco della della tua voce che mi chiama

Ora che mi trovo a quarant'anni

A fare i conti con gli inganni

Parole spese di un futuro

Che ancora adesso te lo giuro

Non è stato quello che mi hanno promesso, sai?

Ed ora che anche se sono grande... Sono un uomo ormai

Vorrei tornare in quell'asilo

Inchiodare i piedi al suolo

Per impedire che mi portassero via

Vorrei poterti ritrovare per potermi riscattare

Per cancellare tutti gli anni di agonia

Nel tuo sorriso son sincero c'era il cielo

Dolce... Suor Maria

Ora qui a cercare un po' di pace

Dentro ai giorni vuoti e grigi sai

La tua luce in quella stella lassù

Lascia una scia... Brillando nel blu

Ti prego veglia... su di me...

Dolce suor Maria

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Alessandro Villa official contact:

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https://linktr.ee/alessandrovillaofficial

[stilouniverse]

Le pagine di tuttatoscanalibri più lette nel mese di dicembre 2023

Stefano Mancuso “Fitopolis, la città vivente” “La lumachina Gigia” “La canzone di Isabella” Italo Calvino “Le città invisibili” Italo Calvino “I nostri antenati”: Il visconte dimezzato Sara Bontempi “Il bacio sulla fronte” Fruttero e Lucentini “Enigma in luogo di mare” Alberto Riva “Ultima estate a Roccamare” Dino Campana “Canti Orfici” Alessia Gazzola e la nuova trilogia con Costanza…

[noisynutcrusade]

Lorenzo Riva, the "king of brides" designer, has died: from Isabella Rossellini to Penélope Cruz he dressed the most beautiful women in the world of entertainment

«Hi Lo, you left us with the same elegance that has always distinguished you. I will never be able to forget you. Your Lu.” Luigi Valietti, historical partner and above all friend of Lorenzo Riva, announced the death of the great designer with these few lines on social media. Born in Monza in 1938, he died at the San Gerardo hospital, in the Brianza city where he was born, at the age of 83.…

[moonglowmagic]

Where: Rose Tinted

With: @cantfightmoonlight​ (Bella Rivas)

Finishing up their mini photoshoot as Dilan grabbed her phone and purse, then headed towards their table that she’d reserved for the day. “God I love this place.” She smiled brightly, taking in everything that Rose Tinted has done for Valentine’s Day. Dropping her purse into the chair next to her at their table before she sat down and pulled out the pink envelope. “I need your advice as my best friend.” Handing over the envelope tentatively to Bella. “I’ve wrote about 14 of these so if this one is lame at this point I’m just letting you write it or you know just never giving one.” Reaching into her purse as she pulled out the box of cards that were unused and the 13 before that she’d attempted. “Also there’s extras there if you’d like to write one.” Picking out a blank one and holding it up for Bella. “Unless you want to use Tony to sing, which is fair. Even tho I’m the better singer of us too, but I refuse to dress up as a baby.” Laughing at the thought of Tony’s costume, before she picked up her menu and looked over it. “That is unless you’re not sending anything? I mean I figured you would given how close you and Paloma seemed at White Elephant or did I read that all wrong?” 

[lunarcoveinspo]

Who’s that handsome man over there? With the wings? Heaven must be missing an angel!

Incoming Candygram

To: Rohan From: Anonymous Message (Sung by Cupid Tony):

What is this feeling, so sudden, and new? I felt the moment I laid eyes on you My pulse is rushing My head is reeling What is this feeling? Fervid as a flame, does it have a name? Yes. Loathing. Unadulterated loathing, For your face Your voice Your clothing. Let's just say—I loathe it all. Every little trait however small Makes my very flesh begin to crawl

[pluto01doesart]

Nozomi's Sister-in-laws's Names

Kaede: she is Hans's wife and the mother of Despina, Myron and Aristo

Luciana: she's the mother of eight children altogether including Mara, Larisa and Nia, obviously she's the deceased wife of Hikari.

Mariella: she's Itsuki's wife and the mother of five children Simon, Gabriella, Yadira, Titus and Riva.

Sylvia: she is Werner's wife and Bisk, Ritsuha, and Ariana's and Ryo's mother.

Aki; she's Tsumugu's wife and the mother of two children, Lisel and Xavier.

Isabella: she's the mother of Mirabelle and Gakuto and the wife of Shun who's rarely around just like his younger brother.

[cantfightmoonlight]

@crescentcrowd

Isabella Rivas was actually enjoying herself for the first time in what felt like a long time. A happy smirk was painted across her lips as she walked down the street with an ostentatiously large bouquet of roses, she had bought for herself, in her freshly manicured hands. Pastel pink shopping bags lined her wrists as she rounded the corner. Maybe she was caught up in the romance and pink hearts that came along with Valentine's Day all too quickly approaching or maybe she couldn't help, but feel giddy about the passive aggressive singing telegrams she had just paid to have sent out, but either way, she felt like a weight had been lifted off her chest.

All her life, Bella had been desperately trying to be liked, but now? If being the bitch everyone had already decided that she was meant giving no fucks, then maybe this second chance at life wouldn't be as bad as she had initially thought? At least maybe soon, she could learn to stop wasting hours of every day dwelling on what people thought of her or fretting over not being liked?

It was a nice thought. To one day be able to let go of the constant comparisons her brain inadvertently always seemed to make within her head. But, as Bella wandered past the old house her and Luna had bought to build a life together once upon a time, she found her feet trailing to a halt. A part of her wondered if she was simply clinging onto a new delusional hope? The hope of not caring rather than the hope of finding her soulmate with the girl she once had been ready to give up everything to be with. Her bags lowering slightly in her arms as her eyes took in the for sale sign that was recently put up on the property. She stood there for god knows how long until she felt a pair of eyes bearing their way into the back of her head. "I'm not loitering. I just used to live here is all," She mumbled under her breath, turning on her heels to go, only for the bags in her hands to slip through her fingers and crash across the pavement the moment she lifted her head up to see her sire standing there.

[dearest-and-nearest]

So, here's my Rook, Isabelle de Riva. And since all Rooks have the same personality, thanks to bioware, i want to tell about her true personality, not cleaned, smiling and accepting of everything version.

First of all, she is a Crow. And that means she is an assassin and she isn't ashamed of it even a bit. Second, she is a qunari in terms of race, but she isn't in terms of being a qun follower. She was raised as andrastian (and she is heavy believer, which is fun because she has no problem with killing for money) and basically the only qunari things in her - her horns and height. She is also an albino as you may see.

Even her name isn't truly hers, she had a new one once crows bought her.

She doesn't know much about her past before crows bought her. Maybe her parents were vashots, maybe she was an orphan - why care? She knew her advantages - height and strength, so she quickly became a leader among other children. Mostly it meant more food and send them to do some work she didn't want to do. As she became older, she appeared to be a mage. She was the only survivor among children of her age so she doesn't care much about others lives. The only life she values is her own.

Despite all crows' training, Isabella is actually a pretty cowardly. She tries to act mature and cynical, like older crows, but is too nervous and afraid to become a new target of the crows. She's not stupid, she knows how to deal with those who failed and doesn't want to die. She's also a hypocrite, who pretends to be heavily andrastian and mock others for the lack of the faith, but has no problem to kill a nice priestess because that was the order.

She also has no particular responsibility, and if anything she tells the good old tale “it's not my fault, I'm just a weapon, the killer is the client”, and that in theory it was necessary to kill a good person it doesn't matter, work is work

In general, this is a pretty nervous, irritable and unempathetic girl who would rather look for excuses for why she is the way she is than ways to be a better person