#Jabali

[viejospellejos]

Seguid acariciando animales salvajes, seguid, seguid...

Bufff, por el chorro de sangre y la zona... como no hayan corrido mucho.... caput

[ttrpg-smash-pass-vs]

The earth genie, the...Jabali? Weird, I get changing the others to not be the same terms as D&D, but this one was already different. Anyway, these are 10 ft (3 m) tall gambling merchants. They're good with thier hands and respect fellow craftspeople, as well as physical skill in general. They have innate magic to create and shape stone to thier will. None of thier fellow genies' shapeshifting, but if they push you into a wall it will mold itself to restrain you.

Jabali are straightforward, granting wishes directly and quickly as possible. A wish for wealth could result in being teleported directly onto the nearest pile of gold (a dragon's horde, bank vault, who knows!)

[modelsof-color]

Robby Carney , Anarcius Jean & Jabali Sandiford by Danielle Levitt for Man About Town Magazine- May 2019

[axeattitude]

@ja-bali: care,   sender takes care of receiver when they're sick recovering.

the sleeves of charon's shirt are rolled up to his elbows, the buttons undone just past his collarbones. it is still the same light blue striped shirt he had chose that morning. kerry had tiredly watched as he had fastened each button with care, tied the knot of his tie, slipped into his suit jacket, and ensured everything was in its place.

prim, trim, immaculate as always.

but it's reassuring to know charon has resumed the life he'd put on pause for him. he works, he fulfills his obligations. he returns to him when he can, prepared to play the part of caregiver he has assigned to himself. caregiver, partner, protector. kerry could feel guilty for that if he let himself. he may still. there's time.

he is a few days home—or here, charon's, which may be as good as home—from the hospital, and feels every bit of it everywhere. guilt is a distant thing compared to the pain and bone-deep exhaustion and notsafenotsafenotsafe that drums in his head like the pulse of a heartbeat.

he is as safe here as he would be anywhere else. kerry reminds himself of that as he stares at the buttons of charon's shirt, milky blue and round and catching the warm light. charon's speaking to him, asking him something or asking him to do something, he isn't sure which. he hears it, then takes none of it in. it takes a moment to look up from charon's shirt buttons to the man himself.

"what?" kerry blinks hard as he asks it. he should try to be more present than he is right now, but the pain meds doled out to him a little while before when charon had helped him from the bedroom to the living room have yet to take effect. focus drifts.

[kreimpos]

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[escuelaterradescudella]

Receta de Lomo de jabalí a la sal con salsa cumberland

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[ruthimages]

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イノシシ

猪（いのしし）は、イノシシ科の哺乳類で、豚やイノブタの野生種にあたります。一般的に、森林や山地に生息し、草や木の根、落ち葉、果実、昆虫など様々なものを食べて生活しています。猪は、その鋭い牙と力強さから、勇猛果敢な動物として知られており、日本では「山賊」や「武将」などの異名でも呼ばれます。また、猪は、ジビエ料理としても人気があり、肉は高タンパクで低カロリーな食材としても注目されています。

手抜きイラスト集

[loloferrol1952]

Algo de la feria de Sra Lucia en Molins.

[huntingdogart]

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[munindramisra]

#upanishad #munindramisra #englishrhyme #Hinduism #sanatandharma #jabali

Jabali Upanishad, part of Upanishad 5, book released, eBook available. For link details do view

[viejospellejos]

Un grupo de jabalíes se cuelan en el centro comercial Miramar de Fuengirola:

[axeattitude]

there is a hesitance this time, brief but noticeable, before kerry pulls his hand back to himself and pinches at the bridge of his nose. an errant, misfired flare of rudderless frustration toys at the edges of the gesture. it fades. kerry's hand drops back to the table again.

he is tired. he doesn't notice, or won't admit to it. indefinite answers feel right, tepid nothings. he knows charon won't pry into them. not now, at least. there is later for that.

"oh, uh... i dunno. maybe. but don't you got the, uh, the chicken? whatever you're doin' with it." he glances over at the range and the counter space littered with the half-prepared fixings of a meal he has no intention of eating. it seems a little fucking sad, looking at it now, that he hadn't said anything earlier about it. or if not sad, unfair. not for himself. for charon.

he could say something now. he still doesn't. the itch crowds out the thought, sharp static.

"'cause i'm not... sayin' no to the walk, but..." he trails off into an open-ended mumble, shrugs.

he asks because these are parameters he can work with:  hunger, tiredness, anything sore or hurting.  because trying to figure out what kerry might need is second nature, and less complicated for him than being asked to explain how he feels. less daunting a prospect. kerry feeling cornered and retreating further into himself is not what he hopes for.

'' just wondering if you might want to retreat early tonight. ''   he watches as kerry shifts under his gaze, catching the flutter of movement something akin to professional deformation for him, and knows he has to relent.  charon looks down at his wrist watch — an elegant but simple white analog on a light brown leather strap — more to let kerry breathe than for any real desire to check the time. it is a quarter to six pm, too early for bed; even for charon, who has the habit of rising with the sun.

'' i will be ready in thirty. forty-five at most. ''   he has the efficiency of someone who is used to kitchen work, after all, and who likes to keep the space clean and tidy as well. '' we could go for a walk, if you are not tired. ''

[modelsof-color]

Akiima & Jabali Sandiford by Luca Anzalone for Vogue Italia , August 2018

[axeattitude]

@ja-bali: there’s a car following us.

the night air is thick and humid from the rains that had stopped only a half hour or so before, held in stasis by the city's urban sprawl. the sky is still crowded with low, heavy clouds, and though they portend more rain, they withhold for now.

streetlights reflect off the sidewalk in luminous pools, and the flow of passing traffic sluicing through dirty puddles on the slick asphalt makes a low drone. rainwater drips steadily off awnings, signs, posts. here and there, ads vie passerby's attention. it is all ordinary, mundane, and kerry drifts into the atmospheric wash of it as he walks beside charon, hand-in-hand.

they'd gone for a movie, drinks and dinner at the theater. he holds onto the umbrella they'd shared on the walk. his thumb rubs absently against the smooth length of the handle.

on the walk to, he'd been talkative. on their return, he lets charon lead them, quiet in his roaming thoughts and content to be.

kerry didn't notice the black suv that had begun to trail them several blocks back. he didn't notice the tension that had bled into charon's posture. he didn't notice the subtle pivot of charon's attention, or how much tighter his grip had gotten, until charon's low, firm voice pulls him from his woolgathering.

he stumbles. it's only one step, but noticeable. "who- what?" he asks in confusion as he slows before charon's unhesitating pace forces him to match speed once more. he doesn't turn to search the street behind them. "what are you talkin' about? what car?"

[lilystargazerwhite]

The Amanojaku

I like the idea that humans see yokai as humanoid while yokai see them how they are