#Sivia

[rion-isnot-an-ai]

Have some Simon x Olivia (〃´ﾉω`〃)

Olivia gets flustered very easily and Simon finds it adorable

*Runs away*

🏷️ list: @larz-barz @pinkwisteria @kimetsu-chan @shycroissanti @your-local-silly-simp @boo-simplified @iloveubepancakes

[coquettebratzdoll]

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What's your shifting story? It could be your first shift, a funny scenario, even something that has happened in this reality that is worth telling.

I dont have my own to add this time 😭😭

[sparatus]

spent like an hour and a half experimenting with brushes in csp to figure out one i liked for quick sketches of turian tattoos and now it's all over for you assholes

[ubepan]

ppl already tagging my illust with l@brü

[akultalkies]

Arnab Biswas, Sonali Kaur Sivia, Malkiat Singh, Kulwinder Singh, Charanjit Singh Atwal, Gurmeet Singh, Manpreet Khanouri, Amir Gill, Darryl Calnan, Devan Carter, Meher Parmar, Jaclyn Biswas, Jason Crossman, Jas Heer,

[no-1-rosalind-lang-apologist]

Help I just realized how atrocious some of the potential ship names are rip

No but the idea of the ss books twilight life and death style would be so funny oh my god

[serial-unaliver]

hiiii sivia what's happening in ur world

jiji accidentally broke a girl's finger at school by uh...slamming a metal door into it when they got in an argument. flash threatened to sue the girl's family for defamation if they made any claims about jiji's involvement. father of the year award

[heart-songs]

You ask me what I fantasize about after Eo Sivia

and I tell you… sleep. uninterrupted. restful. deep. moments of soft light. twilight. golden hour. dusk. a chance to breathe in the aurora borealis or melt into snow on the beach. a tiny cottage by the sea with greying shutters and a cozy nook where I can paint. days overrun with wild flowers and clumsy dogs and contagious laughter. awakening to sunsets. an endless supply of books, back rubs, hugs, coffee, tea. stained-glass summers and juicy peach pie. crumbling into the crunch of October leaves. sprawling Sundays. morning sex. blueberry pancakes for breakfast. lunch. dinner. a trip to Ireland that lasts forever. sun showers. climbing roses. curtains blowing out windows. hand holding. entire days stripped of clothing. rolling out the red carpet for my want. to be kissed. often. and by an honest mouth. to be touched by the rhythm of a good heart. to be held to be held. to. be. held. so tenderly it aches. to be looked at as whole. bodymindsoul.

You ask me what I fantasize about, and I say, me. unbound by the ache of depression, anxiety, and pain. I say, healing. I say, years of tears swept away with the rain. sweet simplicity. blissful silence. silence that softens into three a.m. conversations. three a.m. conversations that unfold naturally as sleep… uninterrupted. restful. deep.

- Cora Finch

[cobalt-knave]

[ID: Gunpowder Tim points at himself.]

[ID: Gunpowder Tim with a weird, shady little smile.]

[ID: Gunpowder Tim with a bigger smile.]

[ID: Jonny d’Ville screams into a microphone as he falls towards the ground.]

[ID: Marius peeks out from behind Ashes.]

[ID: Ashes is smiling and their hands are by their head having just put on their hat. The Toy Soldier’s shoulder is visible too.]

[ID: Gunpowder Tim is tuning his guitar with his goggles awkwardly over his face.]

Even his goggles hate you.

[ID: Jonny has his eyes closed dreamily as he sways with his arm up. Raphaella smiles behind him, and Drumbot Brian is visible in the distance.]

Lotus eaters, my beloved.

[ID: Jonny talks into a mic with his arm resting on Ashes’ shoulder. Ashes scoffs. Raphaella is visible behind them.]

[ID: Jonny leans back while talking into his mic, gesturing with a drink in his other hand. Gunpowder is to the side tuning his guitar and Raphaella is behind the keyboard.]

“How about a bit of stand up to pass the time? So, you know how your walking through Sivia 7, and there are all those mutants that leap on you and eat your flesh? What’s the deal with that? I mean, did the Sivian high command say ‘Hey, you know what we don’t have enough of? Flesh eating monstrosities, let’s make some of them’. Tough crowd. “ Jonny’s stand up comedy <3

[rion-isnot-an-ai]

(Scared to post this for some reason ahkahsjs)

I ship Olivia with Simon lol

It takes them a little bit to actually start dating but it happens eventually 🥰💙❤️

🏷️s: @larz-barz @kimetsu-chan @shycroissanti @pinkwisteria

Reference found on Pinterest

[fashionbooksmilano]

Fortuny nella Belle Epoque

Testi di Cristina Nuzzi, Guillermo De Osma, Sivia Fuso, Sandro Mescola, Paolo Peri, Alessandro Pestalozza, Italo Zannier, Sergio Polano, Simone Viani

Electa, Milano 1984, 220 pagine, 22x24cm, ISBN 978-8843510795

euro 40,00

email if you want to buy booksinprogressmilano@yahoo.it

Mostra Firenze Palazzo Strozzi Settembre Dicembre 1984

Mariano Fortuny,artista eclettico e poliedrico, disegnatore di moda e creatore di straordinari tessuti, ideatore di una riforma teatrale che rivoluzionò l’illuminotecnica, uomo della Belle Epoque che divise la sua vita tra Parigi e Venezia, dove abitò lo straordinario Palazzo – oggi sede del museo a lui dedicato – dal 1899 alla morte, trasformandolo in dimora, ma anche in laboratorio per le sue creazioni.

Sommario del libro

- Alcuni aspetti del gusto e della cultura in Europa durante la Belle Epoque - L'artista nella torre d'avorio - Fortuny artista wagneriano - Mariano Fortuny e il teatro - La trama della sua vita - Fortuny e Caramba - Fortuny e la fotografia - Fortuny e l'arte applicata necessità dell'ornamento - Il "superfluo necessario" - Oggettistica - Schede dei tessuti e degli abiti - Schede Biografiche - Bibliografia

17/01/24

#Fortuny

#BelleEpoque #fashion exibition catalogue

#Palazzo Strozzi Firenze 1984

#Mariano Fortuny

#fashion books

#fashionbooksmilano

[winxwiki]

Iginio Straffi Interview “With my fairies I challenge Disney” by Silvia Brena, translated from Io Donna (10/09/2005)

originally transcribed by Iku, translated by me

Straffi talks about inspirations, his wife, Rainbow's workflow in 2005, their lack of unions and more!

If Winx doesn't ring a bell, it's because you don't have any female daughters. And if you don't know Iginio Straffi from Macerata, don't miss the seven reasons (and the moral) for the success of this 40-year-old creative. Who by staying in the province and marrying a cosmopolitan manager has gone global. “Mr. Rainbow, how does it feel to be one of Disney's most hated people?” Mr. Rainbow, born Iginio Straffi, age 40, from Macerata, does not answer. “You don't feel anything at all?” “I would rather people didn't think badly.” “Tell the truth.” "All right, I feel a certain pride in having annoyed a titan. It's inspiring."

[...]

Sivia Brena: So, Mr. Straffi, who inspired you? Iginio Straffi: “Chatwin, Simenon, Sergio Leone, Ingmar Bergman, movies like Blade Runner. Do I go on?" No, stop. And let's start again. In search of the real reasons and rules behind a phenomenon. [Reason No. 1-the metabolism of speed.] IS: “The first person to diagnose it was my pediatrician. He told my mother, 'Ma'am, your son is healthy, but he has a problem: he goes at 1,000 rpm and never relaxes.'"

SB: Number of emails received per day? IS: “Approximately 200, all ‘processed.’ I attack in the morning with Japan and stop at night with the US. In between, every day is Germany, Singapore and China." SB: Yes, but many are answering e-mails all day long and have not become cartoon kings.... IS: “You want a reason? then I'll give you three. 1) We control the intellectual property of our products: that is, we own our ideas. 2) In order to defend our product, that is, our ideas, we turned them into licensing, this has granted us the rights to all our assets. 3) People working with us come from all over the world. Yes, we have been fast." [Moral: Don't drop your ideas left and right. Protect them, they are better than privacy."]

[Reason #2 - Joanne. That is, what does a tenacious woman do next to a tenacious man]. SB: Yeah, what does she do with him? IS: “She gets married. We did it at the beginning of June. She is my right hand, my support, even moral support. She was the one who opened the markets of Asia for us, who bet with me on the development of licensing."

SB: Nice statement. IS: “It is the truth. My greatest joy is in the evening, at home, summarizing the day together." SB: But aren't you a bit symbiotic? IS: “On the contrary. It's cathartic to be able to be angry or happy as a couple over a success." SB: Never a disagreement, a difference of views? After all, you dragged a cosmopolitan manager from Singapore, who studied marketing at the prestigious Madison college in Wisconsin, deep into the Italic province. IS: “Diversity of views yes, of course. She has an Eastern approach. And American. For her, hierarchy is sacred. For me it is not. She thinks a well-liked leader is not doing his job well. I love consensus."

SB: When don't you see each other? IS: “We write to each other. Emails have been to us what letters used to be. They have kept the relationship alive." [Moral: Find yourself a partner in crime and hard worker. It also helps to save a paycheck."] [Reason #3 - Trust. and shame.] SB: Who believed in you? IS: “The president of Rainbow, Don Lamberto Pigini, an over-80-year-old priest who had a printing business. With him we laid the first brick." SB: Then? IS: “Joanne.” SB: As expected. IS: “And then I work in an atmosphere of trust, it's beneficial. And do you know why? Because I'm not equipped to disappoint. Those who work for me know that." SB: Explain yourself further. Does it have to do with the shame one feels in the face of failure? IS: “It has to do with my mother, who used to repeat to me, ‘Don't shame me, don't make me look bad.’” [Moral: Re-evaluate moms; they're still needed.] [Reason #4 - The team.] SB: How much work is done in your company? IS: “A lot, but hopefully with pleasure.” SB: Is there a union? IS: “No.” SB: No because you don't need it or no because you don't want it? IS: “With us, the key word is passion. No one here is a cog. We are an 'ad personam' company." SB: Boom. IS: “That's how it is. Because everyone sees that their ideas can live. And you work together. Each series, which is developed in six to seven months, has a team of ten designers dedicated to it." SB: Do you yell with your guys? Any mistreating? IS: “I confront. I tend to explain. And I can change my mind after a chat with a collaborator." SB: Do you explain your decisions? IS: “Always. Reason for disagreements with Joanne. She argues that a decision of mine should not be confronted with the opinions of collaborators. But by character I need consensus." [Moral: Aim for the creative philosophy of consensus, helps.] [Reason #5 - Don't give up.] IS: “We went through very hard times. The beginnings, the clash with Disney who accused us of copying their Witch. But then we won, partly because we started thinking about Winx in 2000, with Rai. Witch, the comic book, came out in May 2001." SB: Did you ever feel like quitting? IS: “I didn't mostly because of the guys who work with me.” [Moral: Don't work for yourself alone; be responsible.] [Reason #6 - The creative process.] SB: How does a good idea come about? IS: “I'll tell you how Winx was born. I first got the idea from watching the Japanese Sailor Moon, the story of five little fairies..." SB: You copied! IS: “I was inspired. The creative process comes to life by processing the already seen." SB: I mean, nobody invents anything. IS: “The basic elements of narratives are always the same, the skill is in remixing them. Look at the Japanese: they did Pokémon, then Digimon, then Dragonball." (TRANSLATOR'S NOTE: Iginio probably refers to the italian airing of each show, NOT the japanese airing. We all know Dragon Ball came first, but it aired in 1999-2001 in Italy and then reran every year) SB: A master, a mentor of yours? IS: “Rodolfo Torti and Sergio Bonelli, two greats in the world of comics.” SB: Specifically, what do you do: do you sit down with a pencil in your mouth? IS: “The gestation is very long. It can last even years. I only write when inspiration comes to me." [Moral: Don't get anxious]. [Reason #7 - The Roots.] SB: Let's talk about Loreto. Strange location for a company with a global reach. IS: “We were born here.” SB: Yes, but people migrate. IS: “There's no reason for that. We live better here. We go to the beach on our lunch break. And in the middle of the green you work better." SB: Yes, but you are out of any trade route. IS: “We have e-mails, cell phones, faxes. From a business point of view, yes maybe Milan would be better. But we make it from here as well."

SB: How? IS: “We take young designers from schools like Urbino and train them internally. We hire people from all over the world, there are many foreigners, especially in marketing. They love living and working in the Marche region." SB: But do you feel like a provincial? IS: “Yes, I think so.” SB: Define provincial. IS: “When I can, I like to go to my parents for lunch on Sundays. It's a ritual, it makes me feel good." [Moral: Don't look for Zen and the art of better living in distant philosophies, go back to your own home].

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[fortunetellersdilettante]

19unme

danndshay 19unme

Hanapin ko ang mapa at gumuhit ng isang tuwid na linya Sa ibabaw ng mga ilog, bukid at linya ng estado Ang layo ng A sa kung saan ka B Haba lang ng daliri ang nakikita ko Hinahawakan ko ang lugar Saan ko hahanapin ang mukha mo Ang aking mga daliri sa mga creases Ng malalayong madilim na lugar I hang ang aking amerikana up sa unang bar Walang kapayapaan na hanggang ngayon ay natagpuan ko Ang tawa ay tumatagos sa aking katahimikan Habang ang mga lasing na lalaki ay nakakahanap ng mga kapintasan sa agham Ang mga salita nila karamihan ay mga ingay Mga multo na may boses lang Ang mga salita mo sa aking alaala Ay parang musika sa akin At milya ang layo mula sa kinaroroonan mo Humiga ako sa malamig na lupa at ako Ipagdasal ko na may pumili sa akin At inilalagay ako sa iyong mainit na bisig Matapos kong maglakbay nang napakalayo Gusto naming itakda ang apoy sa ikatlong bar Gusto naming ibahagi ang bawat isa tulad ng isang isla Hanggang sa maubos isara ang aming mga talukap ng mata At pangangarap pick up mula sa Ang huling lugar na iniwan namin Ang malambot mong balat ay umiiyak Isang kagalakang hindi mo maitatago At milya ang layo mula sa kinaroroonan mo Humiga ako sa malamig na lupa at ako Ipagdasal ko na may pumili sa akin At inilalagay ako sa iyong mainit na bisig At milya ang layo mula sa

Au kunea na mape ka droinitaka e dua na laini dodonu Sivia na uciwai, iteitei kei na laini ni yasana Na yawa mai na A ki na vanua o na B kina E dau balavu walega na iqaqalo ni liga au raica Au tara na vanua Na vanua me'u na kunea kina na matamu Noqu iqaqalo ni ligaqu ena iqaqalo Mai na veivanua butobuto yawa Au vakaliligi noqu kote ena imatai ni itikotiko E sega na vakacegu au sa kunea rawa E curuma na noqu galu na dredre Nira kune cala na tamata mateni ena vakadidike E vakavuqa na rorogo ni nodra vosa Yalo ena domo walega Nomu vosa ena noqu vakanananu E vaka na ivakatagi vei au Kei na maile mai na vanua o tiko kina Au davo sobu ena qele batabata kau Au masuta me dua na ka e kauti au cake Ka biuti au sobu ena ligamuni katakata Ni'u sa lako oti vakayawa Keitou na vakadavora na buka ki na ikatolu ni itikotiko Keirau na veiwasei vakai keirau me vaka e dua na yanuyanu Me yacova ni sa oca na luve ni matada Ka tadra mai na Na iotioti ni vanua keirau biuta laivi E tagi na kulimu malumu Na reki o sega ni rawa ni tomana tiko Kei na maile mai na vanua o tiko kina Au davo sobu ena qele batabata kau Au masuta me dua na ka e kauti au cake Ka biuti au sobu ena ligamuni katakata Kei na maile mai na

Eg finni kortið og tekni eina beina linju Yvir áir, bóndagarðar og ríkismarkir Frástøðan frá A til har tú hevði B Tað er bara fingralongdir, eg síggi Eg nerti við staðið Hvar eg hevði funnið títt andlit Fingrar mínir í rukkum Av fjarum myrkum støðum Eg heingi frakkan upp í fyrstu barr. Tað er eingin friður, sum eg havi funnið higartil Láturin gjøgnum mína tøgn Sum fullir menn finna lýti í vísindi Orð teirra ljóða fyri tað mesta ljóð Spøkilsi við bara røddum Tíni orð í mínum minni Eru sum tónleikur fyri meg Og míl frá har tú ert Eg legði meg á kalda jørðina og eg Eg biði fyri, at okkurt tekur meg upp Og setir meg niður í tínar heitu armar Aftaná at eg havi ferðast so langt Vit høvdu sett eld á triðju stongina Vit høvdu verið saman sum ein oyggj Til vit eru útlúgvaðir, lat eygnalokini aftur Og droymir taka upp frá Síðsta staðið, vit steðgaðu Tín bleyta húð grætur Ein gleði, tú ikki kanst halda inni Og míl frá har tú ert Eg legði meg á kalda jørðina og eg Eg biði fyri, at okkurt tekur meg upp Og setir meg niður í tínar heitu armar Og míl frá

Leian kaardi ja joonistan sirgjoone Üle jõgede, talude ja riigiliinide Kaugus punktist A sinna, kus te oleksite B Ma näen ainult sõrmepikkusi Ma puudutan seda kohta Kust ma su näo leiaksin Mu sõrmed kortsudes Kaugetest pimedatest kohtadest Riputan oma mantli esimesse baari üles Siiani pole ma rahu leidnud Naer tungib mu vaikusesse Nagu purjus mehed leiavad teaduses vigu Nende sõnad enamasti müravad Kummitused õiglaste häältega Sinu sõnad minu mälus On minu jaoks nagu muusika Ja miilid sellest, kus sa oled Ma heidan külmale maapinnale pikali ja ma Ma palvetan, et miski mind üles korjaks Ja paneb mind oma soojadesse kätesse pikali Pärast seda, kui olen nii kaugele reisinud Panime tule kolmandale latile Me jagaksime üksteist nagu saart Kuni ammendumiseni sulgege meie silmalaud Ja unistamine kiireneb Viimane koht, kus pooleli jäime Teie pehme nahk nutab Rõõm, mida ei saa hoida Ja miilid sellest, kus sa oled Ma heidan külmale maapinnale pikali ja ma Ma palvetan, et miski mind üles korjaks Ja paneb mind oma soojadesse kätesse pikali Ja miilid

Ik vind de kaart en trek een rechte lijn Over rivieren, boerderijen en staatsgrenzen De afstand van A tot waar je B zou zijn Het zijn alleen vingerlengtes die ik zie Ik raak de plek aan Waar ik je gezicht zou vinden Mijn vingers in de plooien Van verre donkere oorden Ik hang mijn jas op in de eerste bar Er is geen rust die ik tot nu toe heb gevonden Het gelach doorbreekt mijn stilte Zoals dronken mannen gebreken in de wetenschap vinden Hun woorden zijn meestal geluiden Geesten met alleen maar stemmen Jouw woorden in mijn geheugen Zijn als muziek voor mij En mijlen van waar je bent Ik ging op de koude grond liggen en ik Ik bid dat iets me oppakt En zet me neer in je warme armen Nadat ik zo ver heb gereisd We zouden het vuur aansteken bij de derde maat We zouden elkaar delen als een eiland Tot we uitgeput zijn, sluiten we onze oogleden En dromen oppikken van De laatste plek waar we gebleven waren Je zachte huid huilt Een vreugde die je niet kunt binnenhouden En mijlen van waar je bent Ik ging op de koude grond liggen en ik Ik bid dat iets me oppakt En zet me neer in je warme armen En mijlenver van

मिगी नक्शा मिलदा ऐ ते इक सिद्धी लकीर खिच्चदी ऐ नदियें , खेतरें ते राज्य लाइनें पर ए कोला उस थाह् रै तक्कर दी दूरी जित्थै तुंʼदे कोल बी होग एह् छड़ी उंगली दी लंबाई ऐ जिस्सी में दिक्खना आं में थाह् र छूह् न्नां मिगी तुंʼदा चेह् रा कुʼत्थै मिलग मेरियां औंगलियां क्रीज च दूर दे न्हेरे थाह् रें दा में पैह् ली बार च अपना कोट लटकाई दित्ता कोई शान्ति नेईं ऐ जेह् ड़ी मिगी हुनै तक्कर मिली ऐ हास्सी मेरी चुप्पी च घुसी जंदी ऐ जिʼयां के शराबी पुरशें गी विज्ञान च खामियां मिलदियां न उंʼदे शब्द जैदातर शोर सिर्फ अवाजें कन्नै भूत मेरे चेते च तुंʼदे शब्द क्या मेरे लेई संगीत आंह् गर ऐ ते तुस जित्थै ओ उत्थुआं मीलें दी दूरी पर में ठंडी जमीन पर लेटी गेआ ते में में प्रार्थना करनां जे किश मिगी चुक्की लैऐ ते मिगी अपनी गर्म बाह् में च सैट्ट करी दिंदा ऐ में हुनै तक्कर दी जातरा करने दे परैंत्त अस त्रिये बार च अग्ग लाई दित्ती ही अस इक टापू आंह् गर इक दुए गी सांझा करगे जिसलै तक्कर थक नेईं जंदा उसलै तक्कर साढ़ी पलकां बंद करी देओ ते सुखने दिक्खने आह् ले लैओ खीरली थाह् र जेह् ड़ी असें छोड़ी ही तुंʼदी नरम चमड़ी रोआ दी ऐ इक नेही खुशी जेह् दे च तुस नेईं रेही सकदे ते तुस जित्थै ओ उत्थुआं मीलें दी दूरी पर में ठंडी जमीन पर लेटी गेआ ते में में प्रार्थना करनां जे किश मिगी चुक्की लैऐ ते मिगी अपनी गर्म बाह् में च सैट्ट करी दिंदा ऐ ते मील दूर

من نقشه را پیدا کردم و یک خط مستقیم رسم کردم بیش از رودخانه ها، مزارع و خطوط دولتی فاصله از A تا جایی که شما می خواهم ب این تنها طول انگشت است که من می بینم من به اونجا دست ميزنم جايي که صورتت رو پيدا مي کردم انگشتان من در چین از مکان های تاریک دور من کت خود را در بار اول آویزان می کنم هیچ صلحی نیست که من تا حالا پیدا کرده ام خنده نفوذ سکوت من همانطور که مردان مست پیدا کردن نقص در علم کلمات آنها بیشتر سر و صدا ارواح فقط با صدا کلمات شما در حافظه من آیا مانند موسیقی به من و مايل ها از جايي که هستي فاصله داره من روی زمین سرد دراز کردم و دعا می کنم که چیزی مرا بردارد و مرا در آغوش گرم خود قرار می دهد بعد از اینکه تا حالا سفر کردم ما آتش رو به بار سوم شليک مي کرديم ما مثل یه جزیره با هم در میان می گذاریم تا زمانی که خسته بستن ممیز ما و خواب برداشتن از آخرین جایی که رفتیم پوست نرم شما گریه شادی شما نمی توانید در نگه دارید و مايل ها از جايي که هستي فاصله داره من روی زمین سرد دراز کردم و دعا می کنم که چیزی مرا بردارد و مرا در آغوش گرم خود قرار می دهد و مايل ها از

من نقشه را پیدا کردم و یک خط مستقیم رسم کردم بیش از رودخانه ها، مزارع و خطوط دولتی فاصله از A تا جایی که شما می خواهم ب این تنها طول انگشت است که من می بینم من به اونجا دست ميزنم جايي که صورتت رو پيدا مي کردم انگشتان من در چین از مکان های تاریک دور من کت خود را در بار اول آویزان می کنم هیچ صلحی نیست که من تا حالا پیدا کرده ام خنده نفوذ سکوت من همانطور که مردان مست پیدا کردن نقص در علم کلمات آنها بیشتر سر و صدا ارواح فقط با صدا کلمات شما در حافظه من آیا مانند موسیقی به من و مايل ها از جايي که هستي فاصله داره من روی زمین سرد دراز کردم و دعا می کنم که چیزی مرا بردارد و مرا در آغوش گرم خود قرار می دهد بعد از اینکه تا حالا سفر کردم ما آتش رو به بار سوم شليک مي کرديم ما مثل یه جزیره با هم در میان می گذاریم تا زمانی که خسته بستن ممیز ما و خواب برداشتن از آخرین جایی که رفتیم پوست نرم شما گریه شادی شما نمی توانید در نگه دارید و مايل ها از جايي که هستي فاصله داره من روی زمین سرد دراز کردم و دعا می کنم که چیزی مرا بردارد و مرا در آغوش گرم خود قرار می دهد و مايل ها از

Jeg finder kortet og tegner en lige linje Over floder, gårde og statsgrænser Afstanden fra A til hvor du ville B Det er kun fingerlængder, jeg ser Jeg rører ved stedet Hvor jeg ville finde dit ansigt Mine fingre i folder Af fjerne mørke steder Jeg hænger min frakke op i den første bar Der er ingen fred, som jeg har fundet indtil videre Latteren trænger ind i min tavshed Som fulde mænd finder fejl i videnskaben Deres ord lyder mest Spøgelser med bare stemmer Dine ord i min hukommelse Er som musik for mig Og milevidt fra, hvor du er Jeg lagde mig ned på den kolde jord og jeg Jeg beder til, at noget samler mig op Og lægger mig ned i dine varme arme Efter at jeg har rejst så langt Vi havde sat ild til den tredje takt Vi ville dele hinanden som en ø Indtil udmattede lukker vores øjenlåg Og drømmer at hente fra Det sidste sted, vi slap Din bløde hud græder En glæde, du ikke kan holde inde Og milevidt fra, hvor du er Jeg lagde mig ned på den kolde jord og jeg Jeg beder til, at noget samler mig op Og lægger mig ned i dine varme arme Og milevidt fra

Jeg finder kortet og tegner en lige linje Over floder, gårde og statsgrænser Afstanden fra A til hvor du ville B Det er kun fingerlængder, jeg ser Jeg rører ved stedet Hvor jeg ville finde dit ansigt Mine fingre i folder Af fjerne mørke steder Jeg hænger min frakke op i den første bar Der er ingen fred, som jeg har fundet indtil videre Latteren trænger ind i min tavshed Som fulde mænd finder fejl i videnskaben Deres ord lyder mest Spøgelser med bare stemmer Dine ord i min hukommelse Er som musik for mig Og milevidt fra, hvor du er Jeg lagde mig ned på den kolde jord og jeg Jeg beder til, at noget samler mig op Og lægger mig ned i dine varme arme Efter at jeg har rejst så langt Vi havde sat ild til den tredje takt Vi ville dele hinanden som en ø Indtil udmattede lukker vores øjenlåg Og drømmer at hente fra Det sidste sted, vi slap Din bløde hud græder En glæde, du ikke kan holde inde Og milevidt fra, hvor du er Jeg lagde mig ned på den kolde jord og jeg Jeg beder til, at noget samler mig op Og lægger mig ned i dine varme arme Og milevidt fra

Najdu mapu a nakreslím rovnou čáru Přes řeky, farmy a státní hranice Vzdálenost z bodu A do místa, kde byste byli B Vidím jen délky prstů Dotýkám se toho místa Kde bych našla tvou tvář Moje prsty v záhybech O vzdálených temných místech Pověsím kabát v prvním baru Není tu žádný klid, který jsem dosud našel Smích proniká mým tichem Tak jako opilí lidé nacházejí chyby ve vědě Jejich slova jsou většinou zvuky Duchové jen s hlasy Tvá slova v mé paměti Jsou pro mě jako hudba A míle daleko od místa, kde jsi Lehnu si na studenou zem a já Modlím se, aby mě něco zvedlo A posadí mě do tvé teplé náruče Poté, co jsem cestoval tak daleko Zapálili jsme oheň ve třetím taktu Sdíleli bychom se navzájem jako ostrov Až do vyčerpání zavřeme víčka A snění o vyzvednutí z Poslední místo, kde jsme skončili Vaše hebká kůže pláče Radost, kterou v sobě nemůžeš udržet A míle daleko od místa, kde jsi Lehnu si na studenou zem a já Modlím se, aby mě něco zvedlo A posadí mě do tvé teplé náruče A míle daleko od

[thatuselesshuman]

Can you tell me a little about these three?

Silvia Duncan

Cain Whittaker

General Whittaker

Wow tthis is going to take a minute

Silvia Duncan:

Starting with the simplest one, Sivia is related backstory-wise to Five. Five grew up in an orphanage that was overcrowded and had little food to go around, causing survival of the fittest to kick in. Slivia was a few years older than Five and was the one who basically saved Five from dying. She taught him how to fight and protected him from the worst of the older kids, basically taking on a big sister role.

Cain Whittaker:

Cain Whittaker is related backstory-wise to Zero, his younger brother. Zero was the strongest of his—and future—generations, having multiple affinities (powers) which is entirely unheard of. Cain only had one affinity, which is technological control that allows him to create devices years and years ahead of his time. Cain desired power, and climbed the ranks of the military of the weak country he was born into. A few weeks after Zero's 19th birthday, Cain imbeded a control device around Zero's neck, which allowed Cain almost complete control over Zero. When Zero tried to escape, Cain killed his fiancé, who Zero had originally come to tell Cain about when Cain betrayed him. Cain then used Zero as a living weapon to boost the country to the height of its power (where it rests today), running Zero into almost nothing in the process.

General Whittaker:

A descendant of Cain and the current leader of the army, and the country (Selim). He currently has control over Zero, though far less control because his power is different. All General Whittaker can do is cause Zero to experience unimaginable amounts of physical pain, cause his muscles to seize, and prevent Zero from harming himself. General Whittaker is one of the antagonists of the series. Apart from Zero, he isn't that different from any other military leader (that is to say, Zero is the only main human atrocity committed), which makes him an interesting dilemma for the characters. Is it worth saving one person if that one person's suffering is what saves a country?