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scarabiaa · 11 months

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*tumbles into your asks* HELLO 🥰💗💞 I COME PRESENTING.....

*drum roll*

✨ How I perceive Sol/Ivy x Vil ✨

Sort of as a late bday gift kdnfmdn plus as a ty for all the writing you do and joining in the brainrot 🙏

The Theatre Couple™ but not in a bad way, in the best way possible actually

You talk about projects (shows, plays, movies, etc.) you're currently working on

Both of you learn new stuff from each other all the time I think! Since he's mainly an actor and you're mainly backstage

He asks you to watch him practice lines or asks you to join sometimes! (When he has romantic roles haha—)

Watching stuff together and being critics 🤝

Giving tickets to the other for stuff you're in and being so proud while watching

I think both of you would be like. Kind of like the parents of nrc's film research club. You're the ones who know the most there so everyone looks to you for guidance

I can imagine you being at one of Vil's shows or something then you notice a detail that could've done better if they did something else so you call up whoever is in charge. Then the person is just like "who tf are you" but you're still giving an entire essay on what they did wrong

In my head you're truly like a power couple. You'd rule the entire industry I'm so sure of it

You're not like those couples you see on TV where they're all lovey dovey all the time imo, you more like constantly support each other. You have your lovey dovey moments, yeah, but to me this seems more romantic. A very healthy relationship

Vil always makes sure you're taking care of yourself bc he KNOWS it's not easy to be backstage either

As much as you probably admire Vil for being super successful for someone his age, he admires you just as much. He didn't expect to find someone who clicked with him so well AND who can relate to him too

I just know both of you would look so slay side by side. 100% convinced.

Though I've been rambling about stuff more related to your work, I imagine your time spent together without worrying about anything is way softer <3

He'd love to kiss your forehead and your hand affectionately. It's one of his favorite things

His smile being so soft for you?? And only you get to see it?? And knowing you're the reason why he's smiling???

When you're holding hands, his hands are so soft. They're impossibly soft. And you're the only one who gets to hold his hand like that omg

He gets gifts from people often and if he can share them with you, he does (food. very expensive food from around the world)

He enjoys doing your makeup and stuff and in the end, you look stunning. And he's proud of his work because wow you look absolutely jaw-dropping?? He can't help but give you a kiss

Aaand I hope you enjoyed this 💗💞 Have a great week and know Vil is always proud of whatever you do 💪 (He also wants you to never forget your skincare routine)

BAWLS AND SOBS AND CRIES LOUDLY

LIKE I SAID BEFORE. I HAVE AN ESSAY. I AM RAMBLING. I AM FREE MWAHAHAHAAHAHAHA

no. no dude. they are the Theater Couple, i guarantee it. NO BC the way that she's probably the assistant stage manager at some point (just because she wants to try) and he's playing one of the leads, but they're just. subtle with each other. there are times where he just gently grabs her elbow while he's leaving to go on the OTHER side of the stage bc he knows she has to stay on her side, so it's their little "goodbye for now" AND ITS SO CUTE SINCE ITS IN THE DARK AND ONLY THEY KNOW!! ONLY THEY KNOW!! ohmygod during their breaks, they usually go off on their own and he definitely takes her to his favorite place, where they will talk about what they're working on. he'll go, "I have a featured role--" and she's already preparing to scream for that role when he appears on screen. SHE WANTS TO DIRECT HER OWN MOVIE WITH A SCRIPT SHE'S WRITTEN and he's already prepared to send it to producers that he knows (it's even better bc she demands for him to be the lead) <3

oh god when they practice lines together, she's usually a lil monotone at times (but she is definitely turning pink due to the romance lines AND BC HE USES HIS BLOCKING FOR HER AND IT FEELS SO REAL AND JUST OAIGJEOAIJGOIAJG) anyways, when they watch stuff together, they're both so judgmental it's not even funny. they are the WORST people to see movies with, i stg. she judges every little thing about the lights, sound, directing, sets and he judges every single part about everyone's acting, the directing, the script itself. the one time that they were invited to a film festival to watch new shows that were coming out, the way that he was calm and deadpan but she was making disgusted expressions that just turned her into a meme.

SHE'S HIS BIGGEST FAN, HE'S HER BIGGEST FAN. fun fact, its usually actors that get flowers backstage but vil ? if she's doing anything backstage, he's sending flowers. "send this to ivy, please." "she's working--" and ivy's sobbing in the bg bc he sent her flowers !!! with a note !!! SHE SCREAMS FOR VIL EVERYTIME HE BOWS ONSTAGE, she's lost her voice so many times because how she wants to be the loudest one for him (fans can scream "I LOVE YOU VIL" but she's pulling out a megaphone).

OH GOD THEY REALLY ARE THE PARENTS OF THE FILM STUDIES CLUB. its the way that she teaches everyone backstage and she's the one hanging upside down from 100 feet just to set up a light, while he teaches acting plus directing, while staring at her fondly (always makes sure there are people underneath to catch her if she falls, would probably move so that she falls into his arms). THE DAY SHE SEES SOMEONE MESS UP HIS SHOW, SHE'S CALLING WHOEVER'S THERE AND GOING "who do you think you are, how did you mess up so bad" "who are you and who do YOU think you are" "GIVE ME YOUR SCRIPT I CAN DO IT BETTER"

he definitely takes care of her. it's the way that she's always sore after a concert and sleeping for a while because she doesn't go to sleep until like. 1 in the morning sometimes, which is far past the time she should sleep. he has to get his beauty rest, but he'll always leave out some healthy snacks so that she'll feel refreshed, plus have warm water waiting for her (which, she thinks, definitely means he was up after 11 just for her). THEY BOTH CLICK SO WELL AND IT'S LIKE. they can read each other's minds and when one is forgetting something, the other is immediately behind them with said thing. they are so cute in that regard.

HIS SMILE, WHEN HE SMILES AT HER, SHE LITERALLY HAS TO LOOK AWAY AND FACE THE WALL SO THAT NO ONE CAN SEE IT, IT ALWAYS MAKES HIM LAUGH BC SHE'S USUALLY THE ONE FLIRTING HEAVILY. no no hear me out. backstage, they're waiting in the wings until it's his turn onstage, but everything is dark and they're right next to each other. i guarantee you he always plants a kiss on her forehead, just the smallest one before he gets onstage and she always takes his hand in response, ITS A SOFT AND TINY MOMENT BUT IT SAYS EVERYTHING. it always winds up in her gazing at him softly from the wings as he acts. if any actor asks her or teases her abt vil, she just bonks them.

THEY GIVE EACH OTHER GIFTS CANON, she knows a lot about makeup and skincare products now so whenever she's abroad for a vacation, she'll find new products that could possibly be something he likes and gifts them to him. he'll get her food and they both look through his fanmail. (one of those letters is definitely from her, she snuck it in). OH MY GOD WHEN HE DOES HER MAKEUP its such a quiet and soft moment bc she's usually impatient but when it comes to him she just. sits still the whole time to let him work and it's the cutest thing to see how he watches her as she keeps her eyes closed for him.

EXTRAS BC I CAN AND I LOVE THEM. when they hang out in the green room with the other actors and she's sitting but he's standing near her, she always leans into him. HE ALWAYS PETS HER HAIR SUBCONSCIOUSLY AS HE TALKS TO THE OTHER ACTORS AND ITS ADORABLE. the one time they were hanging out alone in the boys' dressing room as he put the last touches of makeup on, she was leaning backwards in a swivel stool chair to the point where he was afraid of her falling. once, he thought she was and immediately raced to catch her. she wasn't falling but her head landed on his lap as she looked up at him and said, "wow, are you gravity? because i just fell for you" AND HE JUST. HE HAD TO LOOK AWAY WHILE TRYING NOT TO SMILE.

they've definitely got the cutest moments in their plays backstage when they're together, because she'll be in the green room, sitting on the counter and he's always right by her to lean against her. in the wings, OH GOD WHEN SHE'S STRESSED BC OF ANOTHER ACTOR, there was definitely one time where, it was after a transition for the second act, she was just standing there with her arms crossed and looking down--a sign that she wasn't okay--and he just asked what was wrong. when she told him everything and he saw her so close to tears but holding it back, he just hugged her, even though he was supposed to do a costume change.

THIS ALSO APPLIES TO HER WITH HIM, when he hasn't gotten a role he wanted, she knows he's secretly disappointed in himself to which she prepares a self care day for him. facial masks, a good movie, snacks he likes as well as some calming drinks, she does an entire thing for him while saying, "the director is an idiot, he literally can't see talent when it slaps him in the face, someday i'll make a movie to make you the lead" and he always feels better in the end.

tldr: vilivy the most supportive couple of each other and the cutest and i have heavy brainrot for the two of them

#🔮.oc talks !#🐚.taruchi !#STOP BC THIS ESSAY TOOK ME FOREVER TO WRITE AND IT WAS ONLY BC. MY CLASSES #my classes think they can stop my vilivy brainrot but they never will #i will draw them someday i swear #BUT I HAD TO ADD THE FINAL PART BC. listen they're so cute #they deserve that part #I NEED TO WRITE FOR MY OCS AGAIN once i am free from this show NYAHAAHAHAHAHAHA

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taruruchi · 2 years

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Twst oc and character ships as Taylor Swift lyrics

Tagging: @emizel @solxima @linawritestwst The names of your ocs colored so it's easier to find them! The colors are Lina, Sol, Lin, and me!

YAY LET'S GO finally posting something after 102038490134 years of not making any content. And happy holidays to everyone!! Merry Christmas to those who celebrate it!!

HAYDEN

“I want you to know I'm a mirrorball. I'll show you every version of yourself tonight. ... And when I break, it's in a million pieces.” (mirrorball, folklore)

“By morning, gone was any trace of you. I think I am finally clean.” (Clean, 1989)

I chose the first part because at first, Hayden keeps trying to reflect what someone wants, right? Whether they want someone like them, someone they admire, etc. And wouldn't he get exhausted because of that at some point? He has to put up a facade with so many people. As for Clean, this is after his redemption arc, when he doesn't have to always keep up his facade anymore! Especially with Riley since he can be himself around him without any judgment! (Bonus: "You'll find me on my tallest tiptoes, spinnin' in my highest heels, love..." because haha he wears heels since he's short I say while he's taller than me)

SETH x ROLLO

“I'm the one who burned us down, but it's not what I meant. Sorry that I hurt you. [inserts the rest of the chorus]” (Afterglow, Lover)

“'Cause you could be the one that I love. I could be the one you dream of. A message in a bottle is all I can do, standing here hoping it gets to you.” (Message In A Bottle, Red)

Okay first of all, we had that small bit where Hayden danced with Rollo instead while Seth had to go with the NRC students to safety, right? So yeah Rollo didn't mean to hurt Seth, he just wanted to reach his goal (which I can't really talk about because I haven't watched the event myself). Now the second one happens some time afterwards, when they're together. It reminds me of them because of their long distance relationship, you know? While they're apart, all they can do is send each other letters/texts which isn't always enough, and that's why they hope that their love can reach each other!

ROLAND

“I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you. I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you. I've been sleeping so long in a 20-year dark night and now I see daylight, I only see daylight.” (Daylight, Lover)

The first two lines... basically he's obsessed with his s/o, right? But in my view, this is when he finally finds "the one for him" so he's not as possessive anymore! That's why we have the next line: "Now I see daylight." Once he finds this person, he can finally love in a healthy way and he's just!! happy with his s/o!! i just want him to be happy too :((

LUMI x MILES

“There I was again tonight, forcing laughter, faking smiles. Same old tired, lonely place. Walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy vanished when I saw your face. All I can say is, it was enchanting to meet you. [proceeds to insert the whole song]” (Enchanted, Speak Now)

This absolutely 100% is giving those scenarios sol wrote where they were dancing and aaaaa they're they them just 🥺 because like when Miles went to that party to save Lumi from all those people and they ended up having fun!! Lumi was dreading spending the whole party alone but Miles comes in and dances with her!!

IGNIS x MEDITRINA

“Laughing with my feet in your lap, like you were my closest friend. ... Carnations you had thought were roses, that's us.” (Maroon, Midnights)

So basically sol's ocs are just a big group of friends, right? That's why the first line reminded me of them! And especially because of Ignis, they're both laughing together and having fun. The second line is just Meditrina getting "roses" from Ignis and noticing they're actually carnations because despite having a plant expert gf, he's still a little dumb ksjkdks (affectionate)

IVY x VIL

“Memorizing him was as easy as knowing all the words to your old favorite song.” (Red, Red)

“I'm no one special, just another wide-eyed girl who's desperately in love with you. Give me a photograph to hang on my wall, superstar. [inserts just about the rest of the song]” (SuperStar, Fearless)

Down bad, down horrendous. That's really all I can say about the first thing. The second is just Vil being the super famous celebrity that he is and Ivy being, well, in the crowd cheering him on. Despite that, he still notices her and is just being the amazing person he is! He's incredibly polite and gives her a signed picture of him! It sounds like an idol x fan au and I know that's not the case, but it just sounded like it fits and I think it's cute

VANCE x RILEY

“Strange look on his face. Pauses, then says, 'You're my best friend.' And you knew what it was: he is in love.” (You Are In Love, 1989)

They're just. Tiny!! Small!! They start off as friends then they start to see they like each other, the good old friends to lovers!!! They're spending time together one day and all of a sudden, (what I think is) Vance realizes he likes Riley and ajsnndkcmksnd (This also reminds me of that one short scenario about Vance and Bobbie. Y'all remember that?)

ALLEN x NEMIS

“Wasn't it beautiful running wild 'til you fell asleep before the monsters caught up to you? ... Your string of lights are still bright to me. Who you are is not where you've been. You're still an innocent.” (Innocent, Speak Now)

They both had childhoods where they had fun: Allen played with Lumi and Nemis was happy with her sisters and parents. That's until Allen lost his best friend and, well, it went downhill. For Nemis, (I'm realizing I haven't talked about this enough) she lost her parents, the two people who were able to calm her down whenever she was upset. I can see them both seeing past each other's faults and telling the other that it'll be all right from then on because no matter what happened in the past, they're still the same innocent person.

HAYDEN x ELPYS

“This ain't for the best. My reputation's never been worse, so you must like me for me.” (Delicate, reputation)

Hayden is really out here getting another part. Anyway, this is also after Overblot™ and his reputation went 📉📉📉 which means!! Whoever likes him has to like the real him, without putting on a mask! That's how we get to Elpys has always been open to befriending him even before his overblot and yayyy that's all, I want them to find happiness

RHYNSTINE x RUGGIE

“We are too busy dancing to get knocked off our feet. Baby, we're the new romantics! The best people in life are free!” (New Romantics, 1989)

This happened so suddenly—I was just sitting down and thinking who would've fit Rhyne and for some reason it just feels like a fun dynamic?? I think Ruggie would help Rhyne take her mind off things (because she's constantly worried about something) but he'd also have the capacity to help her out when she needs it! Meanwhile Rhyne is looking after Ruggie as well because that's just in her nature PLUS she scolds Leona. Which is the best part. Also in my head they just look cute together 🥺

CIRCE x FLOYD

“Yeah, we're happy, free, confused and lonely at the same time. It's miserable and magical! ... Everything will be alright if we just keep dancing like we're 22!” (22, Red)

They're both so energetic and just !!!! Whenever they're together, it's all laughter and smiles. I know Circe isn't good at dancing, but as long as she's having fun then it's okay! Circe's also got her story of being bullied and that's why she escapes to Mostro Lounge, right? That's why I thought the lyrics fit even more. Then Floyd greets her with a big hug and brings her mind away from her bad day and aaaaa they're so adorable together

IVY x JAMIL

“'Cause there we are again in the middle of the night, we're dancing 'round the kitchen in the refrigerator light.” (All Too Well, Red)

Ivy absolutely helps Jamil rest. She might drive him up the wall sometimes, but Jamil appreciates her nonetheless. I can definitely see this scene happening. Jamil is working late in the kitchen because apparently Kalim had invited people over to the dorm for brunch together. Ivy sees him and she asks him to take a break, ending up with them dancing with each other.

COLETTE x TITUS

“All my flowers grew back as thorns, windows boarded up after the storm. He built a fire just to keep me warm.” (Call It What You Want, reputation)

When I thought of this, I was thinking this was sort of after Colette ran away from home and met Titus. She was mad at her family for replacing her, and meanwhile Titus looked after her since she was unfamiliar with living without the care of her family. I like how Titus cares for her as the pain from being replaced is still fresh, even though they just met and they don't know each other. I think it's sweet!

REAL!JAY x ELPYS

“And when I felt like I was an old cardigan under someone's bed, you put me on and said I was your favorite.” (cardigan, folklore)

So Jay is just in Ramshackle living that No Lifer Life (me too, my dude). It's like he's forgotten and he can't be as good as the others, like an old cardigan. But nevertheless, Elpys comes over and tries to bring him out to the sun! She doesn't mind that he seems like he won't grow into a successful person, he's still one of the people she likes to hang around with the most and she'll be with him until he can bring himself to the light on his own!

IRIS x ONYX

“All of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting ... Say my name and everything just stops. I don't want you like a best friend.” (Dress, reputation)

You can tell this is from Onyx's pov 😭 He has been pining for how long?? And yeah he just really likes Iris but there's been no progress !! At all !! Even though Onyx really likes her and he's absolutely SMITTEN. I hope he does get his chance soon! Also I know the rest of the lyrics and yeah it doesn't fit them at that point. That's why it's just that

ARIETTA x YULE

“And I don't know why but with you I'd dance in a storm in my best dress fearless.” (Fearless, Fearless)

I genuinely think they'd do this. Like, imagine: they're walking home from a party or something else and it starts to rain but they're in a (how do you describe it) happy mood that can't be ruined so they just start dancing in the rain together with no worries in the world. It seems like a very ariyule moment to be and it's !!!! no comprehensible thoughts, just them

TARUCHI x AZUL

“All this time I didn't know you were breakin' down. I'd fall to pieces on the floor if you weren't around. Too young to know it gets better. I'll be summer sun for you forever.” (Forever Winter, Red)

I guess this would be around Chapter 3 era? So basically Taruchi hearing Azul's backstory. After that she does her absolute best to assure Azul of his abilities and be genuine with him so he doesn't think she has some underlying motive. I absolutely 100% believe that he would be more comfortable and vulnerable with her

MERRILL x ESTELLE

“Staring at the ceiling with you, oh, you don't ever say too much. And you don't really read into my melancholia.” (Lavender Haze, Midnights)

Estelle is more emotional and vulnerable around people she's close to, that's why I chose this. And I absolutely love the vibes the song has, I'd love for them to have this song. I imagine Merrill doesn't judge her at all, and she does the same for him. I love the mutual understanding and trust they have, I think it's really sweet and I LOVE THEM !!!

EUREKA x EPEL

“You're beautiful. Every little piece, love, don't you know? You're really gonna be someone.” (Stay Beautiful, Taylor Swift)

In my imagination, Eureka is admiring Epel in her head (and accidentally blurting it out sometimes) and she thinks he's beautiful, inside and out! She absolutely believes that he can be the person he wants to be in the future, and she hopes he can stay just as beautiful as he is now. That's what I think, at least!

ACHLYMNA x JADE

“I know looks can be deceiving, but I know I saw a light in you. And as we walked ,we would talk and I didn't say half the things I wanted to.” (Hey Stephen, Fearless)

Everyone thinks Jade is scary, but it was sort of different for Nana. Yeah, she also thought he was scary but when she finally talked to him, she didn't think that anymore. They talked for a long while and she really enjoyed it, which was strange for her since she doesn't usually talk a lot nor enjoy talking to most people. Even more surprising, she wanted to talk more. so yea !!

LISE x IDIA

“And then you say I want you for worse or for better. I would wait for ever and ever. Broke your heart, I'll put it back together. I would wait for ever and ever.” (How You Get the Girl, 1989)

Listen, I know their relationship is sort of angsty, but consider. After both of their arcs (chapter 6 and lise with her family stuff). They stick together, through bad or worse, through all their problems! They might have pushed each other away at one or some points, but they still managed to go back to each other! Look at them, battling through everything life throws at them together!! Only true gamers know the cheat codes and special moves they use to get through all that

IVY x SEBASTIAN

“Light pink sky up on the roof, sun sinks down, no curfew. Twenty questions, we tell the truth. You've been stressed out lately? Yeah, me too. Something gave you the nerve to touch my hand.” (It's Nice to Have a Friend, Lover)

This seems very casual... which I like. I like to think they spend their time like that. Sebastian being stressed from doing so much work and Ivy helping him relax by just. relaxing and doing simple every day things <3 and since Sebastian is more shy (I assume since he's infp) the touching hands part seems cuter

[ Note: I started getting tired at this point so they're shorter ]

BLANCA x MALLEUS

“Ugh, so he calls me up and he's like, 'I still love you.' And I'm like, 'I just, I mean, this is exhausting, you know? Like, we are never getting back together, like, ever.'” (We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together, Red)

Blanca got an epiphany and realized that she was better than Malleus could ever be 🧘‍♀️ What a queen ❗

TARUCHI x AZUL (2)

“And I know you could fall for a thousand kings, and hearts that could give you a diamond ring. When I fold, you see the best in me.” (The Joker and the Queen)

Okay so if the first is from Taruchi's pov, this one is Azul's. Even though Azul could be at his low and others could treat her better, she still sticks to him and loves him. As I recently learned from a movie I watched (I think it was Set It Up), "You like because, and you love despite."

IVY x VIL (2)

“I'm perfectly fine, I live on my own. I made up my mind, I'm better off bein' alone. We met a few weeks ago. Now you try on callin' me, baby, like tryin' on clothes.” (King of My Heart, reputation)

Ivy saying she doesn't serve anyone and she can carry herself but suddenly meeting Vil and going 🧎‍♀️ and he IS the king of her heart

RAMSHACKLE GANG

“Long live all the mountains we moved. I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you.” (Long Live, Speak Now)

I absolutely love this song and it think it fits their friendship a lot!! As the main group™ they've been through a lot together and of course they fully trust each other. All that time they spend together is treasured because they're practically family now!! I love them so so much and. And they. When they <3

IVY x TREY

“Seems like there's always someone who disapproves. They'll judge it like they know about me and you. And the verdict comes from those with nothing else to do. The jury's out, but my choice is you.” (Ours, Speak Now)

This is just because most people think Trey is boring but sol omg your version of Trey is *chef's kiss* It seems like a sweet ship <3

DEIMA x KALIM

“Meet me in the pouring rain, kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain. 'Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile.” (Sparks Fky, Speak Now)

I like dynamics like this, they're very cute! Deima getting butterflies whenever Kalim approaches her, it's so 🥺 Kalim is just instant serotonin. She's lacked a constant person to rely on and to cheer her on so I think Kalim would really help her with that and it makes me so happy

#☆ taruchi talks ocs 💭#☆ taruchi's writings ✍️#☆ a friend!! lin 🧁#☆ a friend!! bree 🌹#☆ a friend!! lina 🌷#☆ a friend!! sol 🕯️#☆ the rarest seashell: arietta marcurio 🧜‍♀️#☆ the fanciful lad with a hat: miles ponder 🎩#☆ the picky fashionista: rhynstine feinsince 💄#☆ the blue intellect: achlymna feinsince 📘#☆ the joyful optimist: elpys feinsince 🎶#☆ the hot headed rascal: nemis feinsince 💢#☆ the fearful worrywart: deima feinsince 🗯️#taruchi

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danielpico · 2 years

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“Los Lusiadas” - Luis de Camóes

Navegación de los Portugueses por los mares Orientales: celebran los dioses un consejo: se opone Baco á la navegacion: Vénus y Marte favorecen á los navegantes: llegan á Mozambique, cuyo gobernador intenta destruirlos: encuentro y primera funcion de guerra de los Portugueses contra los gentiles: levan anclas, y pasando por Quiloa, surgen en Mombaza.

Las armas y varones distinguidos,

Que de Occidente y playa Lusitana

Por mares hasta allí desconocidos,

Pasaron más allá de Taprobana;

Y en peligros y guerra, más sufridos

De lo que prometia fuerza humana,

Entre remota gente, edificaron

Nuevo reino, que tanto sublimaron:

Y tambien los renombres muy gloriosos

De los Reyes, que fueron dilatando

El Imperio y la Fé, pueblos odiosos

Del África y del Asia devastando;

Y aquellos que por hechos valerosos

Más allá de la muerte ván pasando;

Si el ingenio y el arte me asistieren,

Esparciré por cuantos mundos fueren.

III

Callen del sabio Griego, y del Troyano,

Los grandes viajes, conque el mar corrieron;

No diga de Alejandro y de Trajano

La fama las victorias que obtuvieron;

Y, pues yo canto el pecho Lusitano,

A quien Neptuno y Marte obedecieron,

Ceda cuanto la Musa antigua canta,

A valor que más alto se levanta.

Vosotras, mis Tajides, que creado

En mí habeis un ingenio, nuevo, ardiente;

Si siempre, en verso humilde, celebrado

Fue por mí vuestro rio alegremente.,

Dádme ahora un son noble y levantado,

Un estilo grandílocuo y fluyente,

Con que de vuestras aguas diga Apolo,

Que no envidian corrientes del Pactolo.

Dádme una furia grande y sonorosa,

Y no de agreste avena ó flauta ruda:

Más de trompa canora y belicosa,

Que arde el pecho, y color al rostro muda:

Canto digno me dad de la famosa

Gente vuestra, á quien Marte tanto ayuda:

Que se estienda por todo el universo,

Si tan sublime asunto cabe en verso.

Y vos, ¡oh bien fundada aseguranza,

De la Luseña libertad antigua,

Y no menos ciertísima esperanza

De la estension de cristiandad exigua!

Vos, miedo nuevo de la Máura lanza,

En quien hoy maravilla se atestigua,

Dada al mundo por Dios, Rey sin segundo,

Para que á Dios gran parte deis del mundo:

VII

Vos, tierno y nuevo ramo floreciente

De una planta, de Cristo más amada

Que otra alguna nacida en Occidente,

Cesárea, ó Cristianísima llamada:

Mirad el vuestro escudo, que presente

Os muestra la victoria ya pasada,

En el que os dió, de emblemas por acopio,

Los que en la Cruz tomó para sí propio:

VIII

Vos, poderoso Rey, cuyo alto imperio

El primero ve al sol en cuanto nace,

Y en el medio despues del hemisferio,

Y el último, al morir, saludo le hace:

Vos, que yugo impondreis y vituperio

Al ginete Ismaelita y duro Trace,

Y al turco de Asia y bárbaro gentío,

Que el agua bebe aún del sacro rio:

Breve inclinad la majestad severa

Que en ese tierno aspecto en vos contemplo,

Que luce ya, como en la edad entera,

Cuando subiendo ireis al árduo templo;

Y ora la faz, con vista placentera,

Poned en nos: vereis un nuevo ejemplo

De amor de patrios hechos valerosos,

Sublimados en versos numerosos.

Amor vereis de patria, no movido,

De vil premio, mas de alto casi eterno;

Que no es un premio vil ser conocido

Por voz que suba del mi hogar paterno.

Oid; vereis el nombre engrandecido

Por los de quienes sois señor superno,

Y juzgareis lo que es más escelente,

Si ser del mundo Rey, ó de tal gente.

Oid, que no á los vuestros con hazañas

Fantásticas, fingidas, mentirosas,

Vereis loar, cual hacen las estrañas

Musas, de engrandecerse deseosas:

Las nuestras, no fingidas, son tamañas,

Que á las soñadas vencen fabulosas,

Y con Rugiero á Rodamonte infando

Y, aun siendo verdadero, hasta á Rolando.

XII

Os daré en su lugar un Nuño fiero,

Que hizo al reino y al Rey alto servicio:

Un Égas y un Don Fúas; que de Homero,

Para ellos solos el cantar codicio;

Y por los doce Pares daros quiero,

Los doce de Inglaterra y su Magricio;

Y os doy, en fin, á aquel insigne Gama,

Que de Eneas tambien vence la fama.

XIII

Y si del Franco Cárlos en balanza,

O de César quereis igual memoria,

Ved al primer Alfonso, cuya lanza

Oscurece cualquiera estraña gloria:

Y á aquel que al nuevo reino aseguranza

Dejó, con grande y próspera victoria,

Y á otro Juan, siempre invicto caballero,

Y al quinto Alfonso, al cuarto y al tercero.

XIV

Ni dejarán mis versos olvidados

A aquellos que en los reinos de la Aurora,

Alzaron, con sus hechos esforzados,

Vuestra bandera, siempre vencedora:

A un Pacheco glorioso, á los osados

Almeidas, por quien siempre Tajo llora:

Al terrible Alburquerque y Castro fuerte,

Y otros, con quien poder no halla la muerte.

Y hora (que en estos versos os confieso.

Sublime Rey, que no me atrevo á tanto)

Tomad las riendas del imperio vueso

Y dad materia á nuevo y mayor canto:

Y empiecen á sentir el duro peso

(Que por el mundo todo cause espanto)

De ejércitos y hazañas singulares,

De Africa tierras y de Oriente mares.

XVI

El Máuro en vos los ojos pone frio,

Viendo allí su suplicio decretado:

Por vos solo el gentil bárbaro impío

Al yugo muestra el cuello ya inclinado:

Tétis todo el cerúleo poderío

Para vos tiene, en dote, preparado:

Que, aficionada al rostro bello y tierno,

Adquiriros desea para yerno.

XVII

Míranse en vos, de la eternal morada,

De los avos las dos almas famosas,

Una en la paz angélica dorada,

Otra en las duras lides sanguinosas;

En vos hallar esperan renovada

Su memoria y sus obras valerosas;

Y allá os muestran lugar, como acá ejemplo,

Que abre al mortal de eternidad el templo.

XVIII

Mas mientras ese tiempo se dilata

De gobernar los pueblos, que os desean

Dad á mi atrevimiento ayuda grata,

Para que estos mis versos vuestros sean:

Y mirad ir cortando el mar de plata

A vuestros argonautas, porque vean

Que son vistos de vos en mar airado;

Y á ser, acostumbraos, invocado.

XIX

Ya por el ancho Oceáno navegaban,

Las inconstantes ondas dividiendo:

Los vientos blandamente respiraban,

De las náos la hueca lona hinchendo:

Blanca espuma los mares levantaban,

Que las tajantes proras van rompiendo

Por la vasta marina, donde cuenta

Proteo su manada turbulenta;

Cuando los Dioses del Olimpo hermoso,

Dó está el gobierno de la humana gente,

Van á verse en consejo majestoso

Sobre futuras cosas del Oriente:

Del cielo hollando el éter luminoso,

Van, por la Láctea vía juntamente,

Convocados de parte del Tonante,

Por el nieto gentil del viejo Atlante.

XXI

Dejan de siete cielos regimiento,

Que por poder más alto les fué dado;

Poder que, con el solo pensamiento,

Cielo y tierra gobierna, y mar airado:

Allí juntos se ven en un momento,

Los que habitan Arturo congelado,

Los que tienen el Austro y partes donde

La aurora nace, el rojo sol se esconde.

XXII

Estaba el padre allí sublime y dino

Que vibra el fiero rayo de Vulcano,

En asiento de estrellas cristalino,

Con semblante severo y soberano:

Exhalaba del rostro aire divino,

Que en divino tornára un cuerpo humano,

Con corona y el cetro rutilante,

De otra piedra más clara que el diamante.

XXIII

Más abajo, en asientos tachonados,

De perlas y oro lúcidos, estaban

Todos los otros dioses asentados,

Segun saber y juicio demandaban.

Los antiguos preceden honorados:

Los menores tras ellos se ordenaban;

Y aquí Júpiter alto, de este modo

Dijo, y llenó su voz el cielo todo:

XXIV

«Eternos moradores del luciente

Estrellífero polo y claro asiento,

Si del esfuerzo grande de la gente

Lusa no habeis quitado el pensamiento,

Recordareis que existe permanente,

De los hados escrito anunciamiento;

Por el que han de olvidarse los humanos

De Asirios, Persas, Griegos y Romanos.

XXV

«Ya les fué, bien lo visteis, concedido,

Que un poder, de recursos poco lleno,

Tomase Máuro fuerte y guarnecido

Todo el suelo que riega el Tajo ameno:

Y luego le asistió, contra el temido

Castellano, favor alto y sereno:

Así que siempre, en fin, con fama y gloria,

Victoria consiguió tras de victoria.

XXVI

«Dejo, Dioses, la fama que, no exigua,

Sobre la grey de Rómulo alcanzaron,

Cuando con su Viriato, en esa antigua

Romana guerra, tanto se afanaron:

Y tambien la memoria, que atestigua

El valor de su nombre, cuando alzaron

Por jefe á un capitan que peregrino,

Simuló en Cierva espíritu divino,

XXVII

«Y hora mismo admirais que acometiendo

Al inconstante mar, á más se atreve,

Por vias nunca usadas, no temiendo

Iras de Áfrico y Noto, en tabla leve:

Que ya, de dominar no poco habiendo

Donde larga es la luz y donde es breve,

Dirigen su propósito y porfía

A ver la cuna donde nace el dia.

XXVIII

«Prometido les es del hado eterno,

Cuya ley ser no puede quebrantada,

Que tengan largos años el gobierno

Del mar que ve del sol la roja entrada:

En el agua han pasado el duro invierno

Va perdida la gente y trabajada;

Y justo ya parece que le sea

Mostrado el nuevo suelo que desea.

XXIX

«Y porque, como visteis, han pasado

En el viaje tan ásperos castigos,

Tantos climas y cielos han probado,

Tanto furor de vientos enemigos,

Que sean acogidos he pensado

En la africana costa como amigos

Y allí repuesta la cansada flota,

Que torne á proseguir su alta derrota.»

XXX

Estas palabras Júpiter decia,

y los Dioses por órden respondiendo,

Uno de otro en el juicio diferia,

Razon diversa dando ó recibiendo.

El padre Baco allí no consentia

De Jove en el acuerdo, conociendo

Que acabará su gloria del Oriente,

Si fuere allá la Lusitana gente.

XXXI

De los Hados oyó que llegaria

Una gente fortísima de España,

Por alto mar, la cual sujetaria

Cuanto del Indio suelo Dóris baña,

Y con nuevas victorias venceria

Toda fama anterior suya ó estraña,

Haciéndole perder la escelsa gloria,

De que Nisa aun celebra la memoria.

XXXII

Ve que tuvo ya al Gánges sometido,

Y nunca lo quitó fortuna ó caso

Por vencedor del Indo ser tenido

De cuantos beben linfas del Parnaso:

Su nombre teme ver, que esclarecido

Hoy suena, descender al negro vaso

Del agua del olvido, si allí aportan

Los Portugueses que los mares cortan.

XXXIII

Militaba en su contra Vénus bella,

Aficionada á gente Lusitana,

Por cuantas calidades via en ella

De la que antes amó tanto Romana:

Por su gran corazon, su grande estrella,

Ya probada en la tierra Tingitana:

Por la lengua, que ser se le imagina,

Con corruptela breve, la Latina.

XXXIV

Estas razones tiene Citeréa;

A más que de las Parcas claro entiende,

Que célebre ha de ser la hermosa Dea,

Por dó la gente bélica se estiende:

Así que, por el caso que á uno afea,

Y otro por los honores que pretende,

No es mucho que entenderse no consigan.,

Y este bando ó aquel los Dioses sigan.

XXXV

Como el Bóreas y el Austro, en selva oscura

De silvestre arboleda y escondida,

Rompiendo ramos, van por la espesura,

Con ímpetu y braveza desmedida,

Y el monte entero con el son murmura,

Que hierve, de la junta hoja barrida;

Entre los Dioses del antiguo culto,

Tal andaba ardientísimo el tumulto,

XXXVI

Marte que de la diosa sustentaba

Entre todos la parte, con porfía,

O, porque amor antiguo le obligaba,

O, porque el Portugués lo merecia,

Contra todos en pie se levantaba.

Irritado en el rostro aparecia:

Y el escudo, que lleva al cuello altivo,

Atras aparta, en ademan esquivo.

XXXVII

La visera del yelmo de diamante

Apenas alza, Y firme, y bien seguro,

A esponer su opinion salta delante

De Júpiter, armado, fuerte y duro:

Y dando con el cabo resonante

Del asta en el cristal del cielo puro,

Le hizo temblar, y Apolo de asustado,

Un tanto amortiguó su luz turbado.

XXXVIII

Y á Jove dijo: «Oh padre! á cuyo imperio

Obedece sumiso cuanto existe,

Si esta gente, que busca otro hemisferio,

Cuyo ingenio y valor tanto quisiste,

No quieres que padezca vituperio,

Como tiempo hace ya que dispusiste,

No escuches más, pues juez de todos eres,

De sospechosa parte pareceres,

XXXIX

«Que si el de Baco aquí no se mostrase

Oprimido de miedo demasiado,

Fuera bien que su juicio sustentase

De no ser contra el Luso odio privado.

Mas esta su intencion no es bien que

Pues de interes al fin nace dañado;

Que lo que el cielo otorga al que bien lidia,

No ha de turbarlo nunca ajena envidia.

«Y tú, padre de inmensa fortaleza

De la resolucion por ti tomada

No te desdigas hoy, que es vil flaqueza

De empresa desistir ya comenzada.

Mercurio, pues que escede en ligereza

Al viento y la saeta disparada,

Vaya á tierra á mostrarles dó se informen

De la India, y se amparen y reformen.»

XLI

Dijo Marte, y el padre poderoso

La cabeza inclinó, como aprobando

Lo que el Dios proponia valeroso,

En la asamblea néctar derramando.

Por el lácteo camino luminoso

Cada númen despues se fue buscando,

Hecho el debido y real acatamiento,

Su habitual residencia y aposento.

XLII

Mientras esto pasaba en la lumbrosa

Casa del puro Olimpo omnipotente,

Cortaba el mar la armada valerosa

Del lado allá del Austro y del Oriente,

Entre la costa Etiópe y la famosa

isla de San Lorenzo: el sol ardiente

Abrasaba á los dioses, en pescados,

Por susto de Tifeo, trasformados.

XLIII

Tan plácidos los vientos los llevaban,

Como á quien tiene por amigo el cielo;

Aire y tiempo serenos se mostraban,

Sin nubes, sin peligro, sin recelo:

De Praso el promontorio ya pasaban,

De antiguo nombre, en el Etiópe suelo,

Cuando el mar les mostraba descubiertas

Islas que con sus olas baña inciertas.

XLIV

Vasco de Gama, el ínclito caudillo

Que á cosas tan impávidas se ofrece,

Que aduna ciencia del valor al brillo,

Al que siempre fortuna favorece,

El detenerse aquí no vé sencillo,

Que inhóspite la tierra le parece;

Y adelante pasar determinaba,

Si bien no le ocurrió, como pensaba.

XLV

Porque venir ven pronto, en compañía,

Varios breves bajeles, sin cautela,

Del puerto que más cerca aparecia,

Cortando el ancho mar, con larga vela.

Se alboroza la gente, y su alegría

Con mirar y mirar templa y consuela;

Y ¿quién es esta gente? (entre, sí dicen)

¿Qué ley tienen, qué rey, qué Dios bendicen?

XLVI

Las navecillas son, á su manera,

Muy veloces, estrechas y estendidas:

Las velas con que vienen son de estera,

De unas hojas de palma bien tejidas:

La gente es de la cútis verdadera

Que Faeton, en las tierras encendidas,

Dió al mundo, por osado y no prudente;

Lampedusa lo sabe, el Pó lo siente.

XLVII

De paños visten de algodon, teñidos

De color vária, blancos y listados;

Unos los llevan en redor ceñidos,

Otros de airoso modo al brazo echados:

Van de cintura arriba no vestidos:

Tienen por arma adargas y acolchados,

Y en la cabeza toca; y mar corriendo,

Añafiles sonoros van tañendo.

XLVIII

Con la ropa y los brazos indicaban

A la gente del Luso que esperasen:

Mas ya las ráudas proras se inclinaban,

Porque junto á las islas penetrasen:

La tropa y marineros trabajaban

Cual si aquí los trabajos se acabasen:

Toman velas, se amaina la verga alta;

Por el áncora herida, la mar salta.

XLIX

Ni aún anclados están, cuando la gente

Estraña por las cuerdas ya subia;

Vienen con ledo gesto, y blandamente

El noble Capitan los recibia.

Manda ponerles mesas prontamente,

Y el licor que plantado Baco habia,

Y que de vidrio en vasos aparejan:

Los de Faeton quemados nada dejan.

Comiendo alegremente, preguntaban,

En arábigo hablar, de dó venían;

Quiénes son; de qué tierra; qué buscaban;

parte de la mar corrido habian.

Las respuestas que al caso acomodaban,

Con discrecion los Lusos les volvian:

Los Portugueses somos de Occidente,

En busca de las tierras del Oriente,

Del mar toda la parte hemos sulcado,

Del Antártico polo y de Calisto,

Toda la costa de Africa rodeado,

Y tierra y cielos varios hemos visto.

Somos de un Rey glorioso y estimado,

Y en todo respetable, y tan bien quisto,

Que por él, no en el mar con gozo interno,

Mas en el lago entráramos de averno.

LII

Y porque é1 lo mandó, buscando andamos

La gran tierra oriental que el Indo riega:

Por él la mar remota navegamos

Que solo de las focas se navega.

Mas ya es razon tambien de que sepamos,

Si verdad en vosotros no se niega,

Quién sois, si de esta tierra naturales,

Y si del Indo, en fin, teneis señales.

LIII

Somos (dijo uno de ellos que dió cara)

Estranjeros en ley, suelo y ambiente;

Porque á los de estas islas los criara

Natura sin razon ni ley prudente:

Siguiendo nos la cierta que enseñara

De Abraham el preclaro descendiente

(Si de padre gentil, de madre hebrea)

Que gran parte del mundo señorea.

LIV

Esta islilla pequeña que habitamos,

Es en todo el país segura cala

De cuantos en el golfo navegamos

De Quíloa, de Mombaza y de Sofála:

Y asegurarnos de ella

Como dueños, por ser precisa escala;

Y porque todo, en fin, se os notifique,

Llámase la insulilla Mozambique.

Y ya que de tan lejos navegades

Buscando el Indo Hidaspe y tierra ardiente,

Piloto aquí tendreis, por quien seades

Guiados por los mares sabiamente:

Tambien será bien hecho que tengades

De tierra algun refresco; y que el Regente

Que esta tierra gobierna, pronto os vea,

Y de lo más preciso se os provea.

LVI

A sus barcos, diciendo así, tornóse

El Moro de su gente en compañía;

Y del Caudillo y Lusos apartóse,

Con muestras de debida cortesía.

En tanto Febo al hondo mar llevóse

En carro de cristal el claro dia,

Ordenando, que en tanto él reposase,

Su hermana el ancho mundo iluminase,

LVII

Pasó la gente de la Lusa flota

La noche en alegría y descansada,

Por encontrar de tierra tan remota,

Nueva por tanto tiempo deseada;

Y entre sí cada cual advierte y nota

La gente y uso y ropa desusada,

Y cómo los que en secta infiel creyeran,

Tanto por todo el mundo se estendieran.

LVIII

De la luna los rayos rutilaban

Por las plácidas ondas neptuninas:

Las estrellas el cielo asimilaban

A prado de azucenas argentinas;

Y los furiosos vientos reposaban

En las oscuras cuevas peregrinas:

Mas segun su costumbre, por cautela,

La gente de la escuadra estaba en vela.

LIX

Pero así que llegó la luz rosada

Por el sereno cielo á derramarse

Del alba hermosa, abriendo roja entrada

Al claro sol que prueba á despertarse,

Se empieza á embanderar toda la armada,

Y de toldos alegres á adornarse,

Por recibir con fiestas y alegría,

Al Rector de las islas que venia,

Venia ledamente navegando

A ver las prestas naves lusitanas,

Con refrescos de tierra, en sí cuidando

Que son aquellas gentes inhumanas

Que las tierras caspianas habitando

A conquistar pasaron las Asianas,

Y por decreto y órden del destino,

Ganaron la ciudad de Constantino.

LXI

Recibe el Capitan alegremente

Al jefe y su completa compañía:

Dále de ricas piezas un presente,

Que para estos efectos ya traia;

Dulces conservas dále, y dále ardiente

Desusado licor que da alegría;

Nada hay que el Moro con placer no tome,

Y con placer más grande bebe y come.

LXII

La marítima gente está del Luso

Subida por las jarcias, admirada,

Notando el estranjero modo y uso,

Y la lengua tan bruta y enredada.

Tambien el Moro astuto está confuso,

Viendo el traje y color y fuerte armada;

Y todo preguntando, les decia

Si vienen por acaso de Turquía.

LXIII

Y les dice tambien, que ver desea

El libro que á su ley y fe presido;

Por ver si con la dél conforme sea,

O si moral diversa las divide;

Y porque todo note, observe y vea,

Que le presente al Capitan, le pide,

Aquellas fuertes armas, de que usaban

Cuando con sus contrarios peleaban.

LXIV

El valeroso Capitan responde,

Por uno que la lengua vil sabia:

Y le hace relacion, y poco esconde,

De su ley, tierra y armas que traia:

Dice que no es su raza la de donde

Procede la impia gente de Turquía;

Y que son de la Europa belicosa,

Y que la India buscan tan famosa.

LXV

Que la ley de Aquel sigue, á cuya mano

Obedecen lo oculto y lo visible:

De aquel Ser que, creó todo lo humano

Lo que tiene sentido y lo insensible:

Que ofensas padeció y ultraje insano,

Sufriendo inmerecida muerte horrible;

Y en fin, que desde el cielo bajó al suelo,

Para el hombre subir del suelo al cielo,

LXVI

«De este Dios-Hombre, altísimo, infinito,

No estrañes que hoy el libro aquí no lleve,

Escusando en papel traer escrito

Lo que estar en el alma impreso debe:

Que veas nuestras armas te permito,

Pues así lo pediste claro y breve.

Las verás amigable, pues espero

Que no las quieras ver como guerrero.»

LXVII

Esto diciendo, manda á diligentes

Ministros enseñar las armaduras;

Ven arneses y petos relucientes,

Mallas finas, de acero planchas puras,

Escudos de labores diferentes,

Trabucos y espingardas muy seguras,

Arcos y sagitíferas aljabas,

Partesanas agudas, picas bravas.

LXVIII

Las bombas de disparo y juntamente

Las sulfúreas pelotas, tan dañosas:

Pero á los de Vulcano no consiente

Dar fuego á las bombarda temerosas;

Porque el gallardo espíritu valiente,

Entre gentes tan pocas y medrosas,

Para no ser cual es, tiene razones:

Que es flaqueza, entre ovejas, ser leones,

LXIX

Pero de esto que al Moro se le muestra

Y de cuanto observó con ojo atento,

Le vino al alma cólera siniestra

Y á la mente torcido pensamiento:

Mas en gesto y accion no lo demuestra,

Sino que, con risueño fingimiento,

Blandamente tratarlos determina

Hasta que pueda hacer lo que imagina.

LXX

Pilotos luego el Capitan le pide,

Por quien pudiese al Indo ser llevado:

Y dícele que el pago no se mide

Del trabajo que en ello hayan tomado.

Prométeselo el Moro, en quien reside

Tal intencion, intento tan malvado,

Que, á poderlo, la muerte, en aquel dia,

En igual de Piloto le daria.

LXXI

¡Tal era el odio y malquerer tenaces

Que encendió contra el Luso la venganza,

De la verdad al ver que son secuaces

Que el hijo de David da en enseñanza!

¡Oh profundos arcanos no falaces

A que juicio mortal ninguno alcanza!

¡Que nunca falte un pérfido enemigo

Aun al que siempre fue del cielo amigo!

LXXII

Partió en esto y llevó su compañía

De las náos el Moro despachado,

Con engañosa y grande cortesía,

Con aspecto de halago simulado.

Cortaron los bateles la ancha via

Del conocido mar; y acompañado,

Ya en tierra, de obsequioso ayuntamiento,

Fuese el Moro á su cógnito aposento.

LXXIII

Desde su etéreo asiento el gran Tebano

Que del muslo paterno fue nacido,

Viendo que el fuerte pueblo Lusitano

Es al Moro molesto, aborrecido,

En la mente revuelve intento insano

Con que sea del todo destruido;

Y mientras en la mente lo ordenaba,

Consigo estas palabras platicaba.

LXXIV

«Está ya decidido por el Hado

Que alcance las victorias más famosas

La fuerte grey del Portugués estado

De las indianas gentes belicosas:

Yo solo, hijo de padre sublimado,

Con cualidades tantas generosas,

¿Sufriré que el destino favorezca

A aquel por quien mi nombre se oscurezca?

LXXV

«Ya los dioses quisieron que tuviese

El hijo de Filipo en esa parte,

Tanto poder, que todo lo rindiese

Bajo su imperio el furibundo Marte.

¿Mas háse de sufrir que el Hado, diese

A tan pocos tamaño esfuerzo y arte,

Y yo, y el Macedonio, y el Quirite,

Demos lugar al que el honor nos quite?

LXXVI

«No será así, porque antes que llegado

Hubiere el Capitan, astutamente

Le será tanto engaño fabricado

Que jamás toque al suelo del Oriente.

Yo á tierra bajaré, y el inflamado

Pecho haré incendio de la Máura gente:

Porque siempre por via irá derecha,

Quien de oportuno tiempo se aprovecha.»

LXXVII

Esto diciendo, Mero y cuasi insano.

Sobre la tierra de África lanzóse,

Donde tomando forma y gesto humano,

Para el sabido Praso encaminóse;

Y por mejor fingir el hecho vano,

En natural figura convirtióse

De un Moro, en Mozambique conocido,

Viejo sabio, del Jeque muy valido.

LXXVIII

Al cual entrando á hablar, al tiempo y horas

A la malicia aquella acomodadas.

Le dice, que eran hordas malhechoras

Las que allí nuevamente eran llegadas;

Que vino, de las gentes moradoras

De la costa, rumor que de robadas

Por estos hombres que pasaban, fueron,

Que con pactos de paz siempre mintieron.

LXXIX

«Y á más sabe (le dice) que entendido

Tengo de estos cristianos, que ladrones,

El comercio del mar han destruido,

Con incendios y bárbaras acciones,

Y ya traen, de largo, engaño urdido

Contra nos; y que son sus intenciones

Solo de asesinarnos y robarnos,

Y á los hijos y esposas cautivarnos.

LXXX

«Y sé tambien que tiene ya tratado

De venir á buscar agua, muy cedo,

El Capitan, de muchos resguardado,

Que de intencion dañada nace el miedo.

Tú tambien debes, con tu gente, armado,

Ir á esperarlo al paso, oculto y quedo;

Con que al bajar la suya descuidada,

Pueda toda caer en la celada.

LXXXI

«Y no quedando aún de esta pelea

Destruidos ó muertos totalmente,

Imaginado tengo, aca en la idea,

Otra maña y ardid, que te contente.,

Manda darles Piloto infiel, que sea

De astucia natural, y tan prudente,

Que los lleve á dó fueren destrozados,

Perseguidos sin fin y esterminados.»

LXXXII

No bien estas palabras lento dijo,

El Moro atento al fraude, al sabio viejo

El cuello le ciñó con regocijo,

Agradeciendo mucho el buen consejo:

Y luego preparó, nada prolijo

Para la empresa el bélico aparejo,

A fin que al Portugués se le volviese

En rojo humor el agua que obtuviese

LXXXIII

Y busca para el logro del engaño

Quien á la escuadra por Piloto mande;

Sabio, astuto, sagaz en todo daño,

A quien pueda confiarse un hecho grande.

Dícele que, siguiendo al Lusitano

Por tales costas y corrientes ande

Que si de una escapare, en otra ciego

Vaya, con más desastre, á caer luego.

LXXXIV

Ya Apolo con sus rayos visitaba

Los Nabateos montes, ascendido,

Cuando Gama á ir á tierra se aprontaba

Por agua con su tropa, decidido.

En las naves la gente se aprestaba

Cual si le fuese el fraude conocido:

Mas sospecharlo puede fácilmente,

Que cuando avisa, el corazon no miente.

LXXXV

Cuanto mas, que mandado habia á tierra

Al piloto á traer refresco vario:

Y respondido fuele en son de guerra,

Caso de lo ofrecido muy contrario.

Por eso, y porque sabe cuánto yerra

Quien se cree, de su pérfido adversario,

Apercibido va, como podia,

En tres bateles solos que traia.

LXXXVI

Mas los moros, que andaban por la playa,

A impedirles el agua apetecida,

Uno armado de escudo y de azagaya,

Otro de arco y de aljaba guarnecida,

Esperan que la Lusa gente vaya

La mayor parte de ellos escondida;

Si bien para lograr mejor el lance,

Algunos por ñagaza están de avance.

LXXXVII

Y van por la ribera alba, arenosa,

Con ademanes bélicos, alzando

La adarga y arco, y flecha peligrosa,

A los callados Lusos incitando.

No sufre asaz la gente valerosa,

Que los canes el diente estén mostrando,

Y cada cual dá en tierra tan ligero,

Que nadie decir puede que es primero.

LXXVIII

Cual en coso sangriento el ledo amante,

Viendo á la bien querida hermosa dama,

Busca al toro, y saliéndole delante,

Salta, corre tras él, le silba y llama:

Mas el fiero animal, en tal instante,

La cornígera frente inclina y brama,

Y arrancándo feroz, los ojos cierra,

Hiere, rompe, destroza y echa á tierra:

LXXXIX

Así, en la escuadra ruido se levanta

De la dura y horrenda artillería:

La férrea bola mata, el ruido espanta:

El aire zumba, el humo turba el dia:

El pecho de los moros se quebranta:

Y creciendo el terror, su sangre enfria,

Y el descubierto muere destrozado,

Y el que estaba escondido huye asustado.

No contenta la gente portuguesa,

Prosigue la victoria, hiere y mata:

La poblacion, sin muros, es ya opresa,

Y la incendia, bombea y desbarata.

De la celada al moro ya le pesa,

Que bien cuidó comprarla más barata.

Y el anciano y la madre, hoy infelice,

Execra de la guerra, y la maldice.

XCI

Corre el moro y saetas va arrojando

Sin fuerza, de cobarde y presuroso,

Palos, piedras y troncos vá tomando,

Y armas dále el furor ciego y rabioso:

Y ya el pueblo y la isla abandonando,

Huye á la tierra-firme temeroso:

Pasa, y corta del mar el brazo estrecho

Que de aquella la aparta breve trecho.

XCII

Unos en almadias van fajadas;

Quién cruza el agua á nado diligente;

Quién se ahoga en las olas encrespadas;

Quién el mar bebe y echa juntamente.

Derriban las frecuentes bombardadas

Los Pánguios breves de la bruta gente:

Terrible, en fin, el portugués castiga

La vil malicia pérfida enemiga.

XCIII

Y tornan victoriosos á la armada

Con el largo despojo y rica presa;

Y van á su placer á hacer aguada

Ya sin miedo de daño y de sorpresa.

Queda la Máura gente malparada,

Mas que nunca en el odio antiguo accesa;

Y viendo sin venganza tanto daño,

Solo esperando está del otro engaño.

XCIV

Proponer paz dispone arrepentido

El Regidor de aquella inicua tierra,

Sin que sea del Luso conocido

Que en figura de paz le mandan guerra;

Porque al falso piloto prometido

(Promesa favor que el daño encierra)

En señal de las paces que trataba,

A que á morir los lleve le mandaba.

XCV

El capitan, á quien entonces place

Tornar á su camino acostumbrado:

A quien tiempo ya dulce y próspero hace

Para en busca salir del Indo ansiado,

Al piloto recibe y satisface

Que le envian; y en todo agasajado,

Y despedido el mensajero atento,

Las velas manda dar al largo viento.

XCVI

De esta suerte, ya en paz, la armada airosa

De Anfitrite las aguas dividia:

De Nereo la prole vá gozosa

En torno, fiel y alegre compañía.

El capitan sin maliciarse cosa

Del engañoso ardid que el moro urdia,

Del mismo largamente se informaba,

Del Indo todo y costas que pasaba.

XCVII

Mas instruido el Moro en los engaños

Que el malévolo Baco le ha tejido,

De cautiverio y muerte nuevos daños,

Antes que al Indo llegue, ha prevenido:

De los puertos le da razon Indianos,

Y de cuantos detalles le ha pedido;

Y en tanto el Portugués nada temia,

Tomando por verdad lo que decia.

XCVIII

Y añadió, con el falso pensamiento

Con que al Frigio á Sinón burlar se ha visto:

Que está cerca una Isla, cuyo asiento,

Siempre antiguo ocupó pueblo de Cristo.

El Capitan que á todo estaba atento,

Alégrase al relato no previsto,

Y á que le lleve al puerto le incitaba

Con grandes dones dó el cristiano estaba.

XCIX

Lo mismo el falso Moro determina

Que lo que el capitan desear puede;

Que la tierra habitada es de ferina

Gente que sigue el culto de Mahomede.

Aquí el engaño y muertes imagina,

Porque en poder y fuerzas mucho escede

A Mozambique el pueblo, que se llama

Quíloa, muy conocido por su fama.

Dirigíase allá la alegre flota:

Mas las la diosa en Citéres bendecida,

Viendola abandonar la cierta rota

Por ir tras de la muerte imprevenida,

No consiente que, en tierra tan remota,

Se pierda gente de ella tan querida,

Y con vientos contrarios la apartaba

De á dó el falso piloto la llevaba.

Con que el malvado Moro no pudiendo

Tal determinacion llevar avante,

Otra perfidia en su lugar urdiendo,

Prosigue en su propósito constante.

Dice que, pues las aguas impeliendo

Los llevan á la fuerza hácia adelante,

Que cerca hay otra Isla cuya gente

Son cristianos y moros juntamente.

CII

Tambien en este aserto le mentia,

Como en fin, por costumbre ya llevaba;

Porque de Cristo allí gente no habia

Sino la que á Mahoma celebraba.

El Capitan, que al Moro bien creia,

Velas virando, la Isla demandaba:

Mas no quiere la diosa guardadora,

y la barra no vence la alta prora.

CIII

La Isla á Quíloa está tan allegada,

Que un paso estrecho á entrambas dividia,

y una ciudad en ella está situada,

Que al frente de la mar aparecia;

De nobles edificios está ornada

Cual, de lejos, por fuera, bien se vía:

Mómbaza, isla y ciudad por nombre tienen,

Y á un Rey anciano á someterse vienen.

CIV

Y el Capitan á vista de ella Ira anclado,

Estrañamente alegre porque espera,

Que va á ver aquel pueblo bautizado,

Como el falso piloto le dijera;

Cuando héte que de. tierra con recado

Llegan barcos del Rey, que ya supiera

Quien son, que Baco de antes le avisára,

De otro Moro en la forma que tomára.

#poema

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treasureoftheseas · 5 years

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The Queen and The Pirate (Their First Year)

Sol watched on from behind a tree as Malleus practiced his magic, his chiseled features tensed up in concentration. In the few months since she had arrived at Night Raven the young lady had quickly noticed the stoic and powerful fae, and how even though they were both only in their first year, he was able to best many upperclassmen in training. Watching him entranced her, his beautiful raven colored hair, his pride in his abilities, his serious nature...

“Oh my, is the pirate potato ogling at Malleus again? How crude...”

Hearing the voice Sol quickly turned, unsheathing her sword and pointing it at the source of the voice. Vil Schönheit, a fellow first year, a Pomefiore dorm member, and an all around annoying guy. Pressing the tip of the sword close to his neck, Sol glared at him, “Mind your own business Vil, or do you want me to make your face even more unattractive.”

Vil only smirked, “Oh come now,” he pushed the tip of the sword down, “that kind of attitude will only drive Malleus away, after all he’s the type that would be into cute girls!”

A thorn-like feeling pricked her heart. It’s not as though Sol thought that she was cute; on the contrary, she knew that she wasn’t. But she learned at a young age that being “cute” was far less important than being alive. Hearing Vil say that the object of her affections would not like her for this sole reason made Sol feel something... strange.

Looking him in the eye, she sheathed her sword and frowned, “Shut it princess, at least I don’t need to wear a boatload of makeup.”

At this, Vil’s face became crimson red. A scowl covering his features, he angrily replied, “I am NOT a princess, I am a QUEEN,” he scoffed, “and for your information, I look stunning whether or not I wear makeup.”

Feeling her eye twitch, Sol decided to end the unpleasant conversation as soon as possible, “What are you even doing here Vil? Don’t you have anything better to do than speak to a “pirate potato” like me?”

Vil visibly calmed down, though his face was still scowling. Pulling out a piece of paper, he began to speak in an annoyed tone, “Unfortunately, I have been having some difficulties in fencing,” he sighed dramatically, “and Crowley said that I should give you... this.”

Careful not to touch her hand, Vil passed the paper over to her. Sol only rolled her eye at this, and turned her focus to what was written on the paper:

Miss Bucanero,

It has come to my attention that your classmate, Vil Schönheit, has had some trouble in regards to his fencing abilities. As such, I feel that it is necessary for him to be tutored by someone who is skilled in this field. Currently, you have the best scores in the entire school for this subject. Due to your prowess in this field, I have decided that you will begin tutoring Mr. Schönheit immediately, with you be awarded extra credit in return. Please take note that this task is non-negotiable, and failure to comply will result in you receiving a failing grade in fencing.

Sincerely,

Headmaster D. Crowley

Sol felt anger bubble up within her, but this only lasted for a moment. An idea had formed within her mind, and it was the kind of idea that she knew would get under Vil’s skin. Shifting her attention back to the prim Pomefiore student, she smirked, “Well I guess this means that you’re my pupil now,” she raised her right index finger, “on one condition.”

Looking exasperated, Vil looked down at her, “A condition? I believe the letter mentioned that if you refused to assist me, you would be given a failing grade. You are in no position to ask for something of me you little pirate potato.”

Eye filled with mischief, Sol gave her opinion on the matter, “It is true that the failing grade concerns me but... extra credit isn’t really enough of a reward in my opinion. So, I will tutor you, but in return,” she poked Vil in the chest, “you need to help me look ‘cuter.’”

Vil’s face contorted with disgust, “You CANNOT actually mean that... I mean if you were a Pomefiore member then maybe you would have the proper mindset for my beauty regime but,” he looked her up and down, “you only seem to care about two things: your sword, and Malleus.”

She couldn’t help but feel upset over the fact that Vil thought she only cared about her sword and Malleus, but his opinion of her gave her a way in, “If Malleus is one of the only things I care about, wouldn’t it make sense for me to try to become the kind of girl he would like?”

She didn’t actually mean this of course, the idea of changing herself so someone else would like her seemed ridiculous. But she had to say something to lure Vil in. And it worked.

Vil sighed, “Well I suppose I could do something about this,” he gestured towards her outfit, “mess, but we will have to make many adjustments to your current skincare routine. It’s all about the basics you know!”

Smiling, Sol watched as Vil turned to retrieve some of his beauty products from his dorm. If she had to babysit him, she was going to get back at him for all the times he called her a “pirate potato.” And what better way to obtain her vengeance than to make his “beautification” of her a living nightmare.

An evil glint in her eye, she walked back to the Hooksclave dorms. After all, she needed to prepare some equipment to teach Vil the art of the sword.

Two months passed, and during this time Vil greatly improved his sword wielding capabilities. Though at the beginning, he often gave himself minor injuries...

“HOW IN THE WORLD AM I SUPPOSED TO BALANCE THIS THING?!”

“Just stay calm and shift your weight a bit.”

“WAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!”

“Vil!”

And although she had vowed vengeance against the self-proclaimed “Queen,” overtime Sol began to enjoy their banter, not to mention some of Vil’s homemade beauty products...

“So all I have to do is leave this mask on for ten minutes and my skin will feel moisturized and healthy?”

“Why of course! But be aware that the mask could never help you attain my level of beauty.”

“Oh really? Then maybe if I were to use all of your products, I could become even more beautiful than you.”

“Wh-what? Sol, stop that... No, no, no, no, SOL, DON’T TAKE AWAY ALL OF MY PRECIOUS BABIES! IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO MAKE THEM!!!”

However, all things must come to an end. Their first year at Night Raven, and their excuse for spending time with each other, were no exceptions to this rule.

The soon-to-be second years walked into Vil’s dorm, with the scent of flowery, yet not overwhelming, perfume greeting them.

Vil strutted towards his massive walk-in closet, his proper voice ringing out, “As a thank you for helping me obtain an A in fencing, I have one final surprise for your ‘cute’ lessons. Just wait here while I get it from the closet!”

Sol could hear silent cursing and the rustling of fabric. Finally, she heard his voice say “aha” and Vil stepped out of the closet with the gift.

Standing in the center of the ornate room, Sol couldn’t believe what Vil had brought out. It was a beautiful indigo dress that had a single layer of lilac ruffle running diagonally at the bottom. Golden embroidery was stitched close to the ruffle in sweet, small patterns. Her eye widened, “Don’t tell me that this is my gift...”

The corners of his mouth lifting into a proud smile, Vil nodded, “That’s right! This is an original, one-of-a-kind piece that I made myself, and it was made solely for you!”

She gaped at the dress, “Vil... I don’t know what to say...”

He laughed and placed the dress in her hands, this time he didn’t bother to avoid making contact and their hands brushed against each other. “Oh, I almost forgot,” picking up what seemed to be a solid black piece of clothing from his golden vanity, Vil returned to her side, “This is an eyepatch that matches better with the dress than your current one! Now go change so I can see how you look!”

Shoving the eyepatch into her hands, he quickly guided her into his dressing room and shut the door before she could say a word. After being left alone in the spacious room, Sol began to dress herself. However, as soon as she finished, she couldn’t help but stare at herself in the full-length mirror next to her, “I look... good,” she smiled at her reflection, “But I still can’t believe that I became so focused on this dress, it was almost as if I had become...”

Entranced

Then it hit her, when was the last time she had thought about Malleus? The one she had been fixated on for so long. The one that had both power and pride. Had it been a few weeks?

But even so, thinking about him now did nothing to her heart.

“Why did that feeling stop?”

Two minutes later...

Sol stepped out of the dressing room, a light blush dusting her cheeks, she asked in a brusque tone, “So? How do I look?”

But Vil only stood there in awe, his eyes wide at the sight before him. Eventually, he gained enough composure to respond, “You look exquisite!” he paused, “Though I’m afraid I’ll have to apologize.”

A puzzled look on her face, Sol questioned him, “What for?”

He glanced to the floor, “Well you see, I promised to make you ‘cute,’ but instead I made you look beautiful. But I just could not let you settle for ‘cute’ when you had already become beautiful. So instead of a cute little dress, I made a long and beautiful one.”

Sol could feel her face warm up a bit, and with a small chuckle she responded, “You don’t need to apologize. If I’m being completely honest, I never meant to become cute anyways. Although,” she smiled brightly, “I did enjoy doing the whole beauty thing with you.”

Hearing this, Vil looked back at her, only to realize that he had forgotten about a vital piece of the outfit. Once again, he went up to his vanity, but this time he grabbed a small, royal purple box from one of its drawers. Standing in front of Sol, he smirked, “Alright, I want you to turn around and close your eyes! No peeking!”

“Okay, okay, I’m turning,” she said as she complied with his demands.

Opening the box, Vil pulled out a small golden choker that had a ruby attached to it. Placing it gently around her neck, he then hooked the clasp in the back. Guiding her to a mirror, he told her to open her eyes.

“A choker? Vil, it looks amazing.”

He smiled happily, “It does, but in the end it only enhances the beauty of its wearer.”

BA-DUMP

And at that sentence, the feeling that once belonged to Malleus returned to Sol’s heart.

Only this time, it belonged to a queen.

Okay, so this was VERY long, but it sums up their romance during their first year. I plan on doing two more (for their second and third years) sometime in the future. If you guys want a little fight scene or beauty scene that was touched on in this let me know in the comments or by reblogging.

Also here is something I made about a month and a half ago:

This is what the outfit is supposed to look like, Idk what the thing in her left hand is. Okay I’m tired now. Sleep here I come!

#Sol x Vil #oc x canon #twisted wonderland

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linawritesocs · 3 years

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twst ocs as vines!

okay, first of all, I AM SORRY that some ocs didn't get their vines or got like one or two of them. i just genuinely didn't know what would fit them ;;

second of all, we have two characters that are called iris, so this iris is aurora's iris and this iris is sol's iris!

(and i'm sorry for so many lilidia and vance x bobbie vines)

@epelin @taruchis-bff @roseheartsed @waiting-on-a-dream @shroudedhyde

circe: *holding a scented candle* this one's called pine.. apples. it smells like a pine.. apple.

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lili, after singing a happy birthday song to idia with others: okay, now that we've all sang happy birthday to you, i'm just gonna try one more time by myself!

merrill: but we just sang it.

lili: SHUT UP. H A P P Y B I R T H-

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circe, kissing a coin: i wish i had 25 cents.

circe: *THROWS IT*

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lili: hey, do you know how to get to the bus stop from here?

lilia: yeah, if you go down this street-

lili: *wearing headphones and listening to music* i can't hear you!

lilia: take off your headphones?

lili: *still wearing them and listening to music* i'm wearing headphones!

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leona: so, basically, what i was thinking of was-

leona bullies club: *PUNCHES HIM*

leona: uh, fuck, i can't believe you've done this.

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vance: sometimes i like to pretend i'm tall, but i'm just standing on a chair.

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idia: *blows into mic* oh, we're- i think we're breaking up, babe.

lili: we're facetiming, i can see you.

idia: *blows into mic* what?

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yule: do you like movies?

arietta: i LOVE movies!

yule: I love movies!

arietta: wait, how do you feel about world peace?

yule: um, it would..

arietta and yule: .. be good!

arietta: wow <3

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lili: i saw you hanging out with merrill yesterday!

idia: LILI IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK

lili: I WON'T HESITATE B I T C H.

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eureka and mini taruchi, trying to understand the dorm system: so i am confusion. why is this one heartslabyul, but this one is not diasomnia? DARK MIRROR EXPLAIN.

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vance: do you wanna fight?

bobbie: let's go!

vance: all right, come on, swing first!

bobbie: no, YOU swing first <3

vance: no, YOU swing first, stop <3

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iris: neige leblanche.

merrill: he doesn't have the range.

iris: vil schoenheit.

merrill: he doesn't have the range.

iris: cater diamond??

merrill: he doesn't have the range.

iris: merrill gardner.

merrill: he doesn't have the range, i'm sorry, i love him to bits, but he doesn't have the range.

iris: but that's you.

merrill: i don't care, i don't have the range.

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bobbie: sabra gives you all your daily nutrients, like zero grams of trans fat AND OH MY GOD CHOLESTEROL.

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eureka, trying to get avery to be honest about his feelings: you're gonna tell me everything. right now.

avery: no.

eureka: please.

avery: no.

eureka: please?

avery: no.

eureka: please??

avery: no.

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eureka: as the first woman to fly across-

the simp squad: YASSS EUREKA BITCH YAAASSSS

eureka: ..the pacific oce-

the simp squad: FUCK IT UP BITCH YASSSSS

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vance, trying to ask bobbie out: hey! i think you're really cool! i like you a lot! maybe we can hang out or something..

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arietta: do you mean the one where she's like *sings like a queen she is* BABY WHEN THEY LOOK UP AT THE SKYYYYYYYYY or is that something different? oh, yeah, that's that NEAR, FAR, WHEREVER YOU ARE, that's that song, right?

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eureka: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

diasomnia students: why are you running? WHY ARE YOU RUNNING?

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faye: i should have left you on that street corner where you were standing.

ruggie: BUT YOU DIDN'T!

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lili, standing in front of ruins and talking to merrill: well, if i wanted to see ruins, i would have stayed in my first marriage, idi-

lili: *turns around and sees merrill*

lili: *slaps him* OH YOU'RE NOT IDIA.

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arietta: hey :)

everyone: HEY MOM OF MY DREAMS.

everyone: *realizes what they just said and runs away*

arietta: *laughs*

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azul: it's official, i'm getting a pro-

mini taruchi: i'm getting ready to do something too. i'm running for dorm leader.

azul: .. cool, taruchi.

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iris: okay, now, kicking off the holidays, violet, are you just as excited as i am?

violet: i feel absolutely dead inside, lost all grasp of the concept of time itself.

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circe: get to mostro lounge! they've got a new thing called *laughs* FRE SH A VOCA DO

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iris: no, i'm-

merrill: JUST RECORD ME, IRIS. *starts dancing*

iris: what is this dance?

merrill: IRIS, SHUT UP.

iris: what dance is that?

merrill: STOP TALKING.

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vance: i got a question! *runs to bobbie* if a picture is worth a thousand words, what is a thousand pictures worth?

bobbie: *giggles*

vance: i got a question! if number two pencil is the most used pencil in the world, why is it number two?

bobbie: *laughs softly*

vance: i got a question! can blind people see their dreams? HM?

bobbie: *laughs*

vance: i got a question! why is called a drive-thru when you gotta stop? HM??

vance and bobbie: *laugh*

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circe: *sneezes*

avery: hey sneezy, need a tissue?

circe: please don't call me that

avery: oh, i'm sorry, S N E E Z Y

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brock: release all of those sounds that are trapped in your mind.

margot: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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(i feel like this can also work for circe and floyd)

bobbie: and they were roommates!

vance: OH MY GOD THEY WERE ROOMMATES.

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*i'd like you to imagine arietta, meditrina and lili dancing to around the world by atc while being wrapped in blankets and wearing sunglasses, we love the nee-san squad*

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bobbie: i was thinking i would do some magic!

avery: MAGIC? bobbie, it says TALENT show.

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violet: when will you learn? when will you learn?? THAT YOUR ACTIONS HAVE CONSEQUENCES?

#beauty with self grown thorns: avery #a gamer skater boy: vance #idia's e boy servant: merrill

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rightintheguts · 4 years

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A Girl Borne of a Trickster

Alright, I finally cave and decided to post my Vikings fanfic here (Gods help me). I’ve already posted this on AO3, but I’m currently in the process of re-writing it; so here’s the re-written first chapter.

Pairings: Ivar x Original Female Character

Warnings: Blood, Minor Original Character Death.

Summary: Living within a small hamlet off the coast of North Umbria, Marian’s world as a whole is both small, and boring. She feels out of place, like a snowstorm during the middle of Summer; a girl of ten, that asks too many questions, and dreams of things that many deem ridiculous and unbelievable. Though she wished it wasn’t so, she knew she would be resigned to this small world till the end of her life. Or, so she had believed.

Chapter One: Thurisaz; Danger, Suffering

A firm slap to her hand, startled Marian back to awareness; she took in her still hands, thread and needle held carelessly, before meeting her mother’s reproachful glare. Taking in the older woman’s pinched expression, Marian could only offer up a weary apology before starting anew with her given task.

“Don’t get lost in your head now: focus.” irritation practically dripped from her mother’s lips, though Marian wouldn’t hold it against her. This had been the fifth time in a row that Marian had gotten distracted, and her mother’s patience ran only so much. She couldn’t help it, honest; sleep had chosen to allude her for the past two weeks, ever since her monthly cycles had first started.

Her mother had been a touch surprised, not having expected her daughter to bleed until another summer had gone by, possibly two. But, of course this just had to be another thing that Marian was left out in; from what she could pry from other girls her age, they hadn’t started theirs yet. Marian hated her cycles, they were painful and messy; but what she hated the most, was the recurring nightmare that came with it.

That was the main reason Marian was unable to catch a moment's rest; she had believed that it would end once her cycle had, but alas, it still continues to harass her. So, she tried to avoid sleep all together, with the result being her current exhausted state. Marian tried telling her mother, even going into detail of the contents of her nightmare, but all she had done was give Marian a fearful look, and told her never to speak of it again. Her mother even went in-so-far as to drag her to the village’s small chapel and ordered her to pray for her soul. So, Marian hadn’t bothered to bring it up again; keeping her mouth shut, and suffered in silence for her mother’s peace of mind.

A sharp exhale had Marian, once again, snapping out of a daze; tired eyes once again meeting her mother’s glare and tight face. Her mother snatched the sad excuse for embroidery from Marian’s limp hands, before barking at her, “Go feed the chickens!”

Marian refrained from reminding her mother that they had just recently done so, and instead took the opportunity her mother had given her. Marian stumbled her way out of their humble abode, and made her way towards the chicken coop, a bag of feed in her scrawny arms. After entering the flimsy structure, and tossing a handful of feed onto the grimy floor, Marian found herself yawning; her eyes turning heavy with sleep.

She tried fighting off the creeping sensation of slumber, but found she no longer had the will to. After finding a slightly cleaner spot, with few chicken droppings and a decent amount of hay, Marian made herself comfortable before stilling and blinking drowsily. ‘I’ll just rest my eyes.’

Sleep, Min Sol. The Voice had returned; another thing that had plagued her mind, aside from the nightmare. Though where she feared the dream, the Voice was more of a comfort then anything; something she had also withheld from her mother, lest the woman start assuming witchcraft.

Though she had, at first, tried blocking out the Voice she was never able to hold out. So, though Marian once again attempted to fight off the lulling command, she was unsuccessful; and with that failure, she found herself slipping into sweet oblivion.

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Marian was shocked awake by a blood curdling scream. Sleep still had it’s claws at the edges of her mind, but she quickly rid herself of them when another scream, this one much more closer, rang out through the air. Feathers flew through the stale air, as Marian scrambled from the floor, startling the roosting chickens, and towards the slanted entrance of the coop.

WAIT. The Voice stopped her, leaving her frozen in place, hand midway towards the worn door. Marian found herself holding her breath, waiting for the Voice to say anything else, but her attention was quickly drawn to the sound of her mother screaming her name.

“MARIAN! Run! Run away---” Her mother’s voice caved in on itself, which urged Marian to peek through one of the holes that littered the walls of the chicken pen. What she saw, had a sob ripping out of her tight throat.

A hulking figure stood just behind her mother; rugged, fair-haired and with a nauseous amount of blood covering his left side: Marian knew instantly that not a drop of it was the man’s. The sight of the stranger wasn’t what terrified her; no, what caused her burning tears was the sight of his sword plunged through her mother’s gut.

A sense of sharp deja vu gripped her; she’s seen this, she’s dreamed this for the past fortnight.

‘No, this is just a dream! A horrible dream!’ Marian thought, but she knew deep down that it was no longer a dream, and that she was wide awake for this horror. With a gasping breath, her mother fell upon the dusty earth, clutching her split stomach with trembling fingers. With a rough kick, the hulking man sent Marian’s mother fully onto the ground, limp body strewn about like a burlap doll. Then, with a satisfied sneer, the man surveyed the surrounding area, no doubt trying to find her now.

Marian could see his mind working behind his dark eyes; there had to be something out here, otherwise, why else would the woman run out to a dead end?

She clapped her dirty hands to her tear-stained face, desperately trying to hold back her racking sobs as she kept an eye on the foreigner; watching as he scanned halfheartedly, before losing interest once he was met with only startled livestock and farm equipment. He eventually turned to leave, idly swinging his stained sword. But before Marian could breathe a sigh of relief, her luck ended when upon shifting her weight, the old wood chose that moment to give out.

With an audible crack, her right foot fell through the floor, and a scream tore through her throat as the split wood gouged her leg. Immediately after, Marian heard face-paced footsteps coming towards her, and panic was quick to set in. That is, until the Voice decided to remind Marian of her nightmare--Vision, Min Sol.

Due to the sudden input, Marian managed to tamper down her dread, and silenced her painful whimpers by the time the stranger ripped open the coop’s door. She couldn’t withhold a spine racking tremble though, when the man’s eyes landed on her dirty, tear-stained face, but she did her best to meet him with a grim look.

Repeat what I say. The Voice commanded; Marian only swallowed in reply. Just as the man raised his weapon high, Marian opened her mouth.

“Stoppe.” The command fell flat, for her voice was shaking too much; but the man still paused, thick brows furrowing in bafflement. He opened his mouth, but the Voice was already continuing, and Marian was quick in repeating it’s words.

“Hvis du dreper meg,” She began, tongue tripping over the foreign speech, but she saw that she had the stranger’s attention now. “Loki vil jakte deg, til din uunngåelige slutt.”

Marian saw his grip whiten, and his expression morph into one of abject horror. She was unsure of what she had said, but somehow knew that the words would be heeded. Weapon lowered, the man began scanning her, gaze lingering on her capped head and green eyes. He suddenly reached for her cap and ripped it from her head, startling her so bad she tried leaping away, and was swiftly reminded of her trapped leg.

Hissing in pain, Marian watched the man closely as he took in the hue of her hair. His look of horror melted from his face, replaced by a look of wonder and excitement. The same look from her dream--vision--and Marian found herself still and cooperative when the man reached for her injured leg. With his bare hands, he tore the floor boards apart, and freed her leg; before she could do anything, the stranger grabbed her, and pulled her from the coop.

Don’t struggle. Marian listened, and continued to cooperate with the man, even as he procured coarse rope to tie her wrists and ankles; even as he slung her over his broad shoulder and strode past her mother’s lifeless body. One last sob wrenched past her lips, as they drew further away from her mother’s still form, and away from the only comfort that life had ever provided her.

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I went for Norwegian, so....and native speakers, if you wish to correct me, go for it.

Translation(s):

(1) My Sun

(2) Stop

(3) If you kill me

(4) Loki will hound you, until your inevitable end

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José Martí (1853—1895) Versos Sencillos (1891)

I Yo soy un hombre sincero De donde crece la palma. Y antes de morirme quiero Echar mis versos del alma. Yo vengo de todas partes, Y hacia todas partes voy: Arte soy entre las artes, En los montes, monte soy. Yo sé los nombres extraños De las yerbas y las flores, Y de mortales engaños, Y de sublimes dolores. Yo he visto en la noche oscura Llover sobre mi cabeza Los rayos de lumbre pura De la divina belleza. Alas nacer vi en los hombros De las mujeres hermosas: Y salir de los escombros, Volando las mariposas. He visto vivir a un hombre Con el puñal al costado, Sin decir jamás el nombre De aquélla que lo ha matado. Rápida como un reflejo, Dos veces vi el alma, dos: Cuando murió el pobre viejo, Cuando ella me dijo adiós. Temblé una vez -en la reja, A la entrada de la viña,- Cuando la bárbara abeja Picó en la frente a mi niña. Gocé una vez, de tal suerte Que gocé cual nunca: cuando La sentencia de mi muerte Leyó el alcalde llorando. Oigo un suspiro, a través De las tierras y la mar, Y no es un suspiro. -es Que mi hijo va a despertar. Si dicen que del joyero Tome la joya mejor, Tomo a un amigo sincero Y pongo a un lado el amor. Yo he Visto al águila herida Volar al azul sereno, Y morir en su guarida La víbora del veneno. Yo sé bien que cuando el mundo Cede, lívido, al descanso, Sobre el silencio profundo Murmura el arroyo manso. Yo he puesto la mano osada De horror y júbilo yerta, Sobre la estrella apagada Que cayó frente a mi puerta. Oculto en mi pecho bravo La pena que me lo hiere: El hijo de un pueblo esclavo Vive por él, calla y muere. Todo es hermoso y constante, Todo es música y razón, Y todo, como el diamante, Antes que luz es carbón. Yo sé que el necio se entierra Con gran lujo y con gran llanto, - Y que no hay fruta en la tierra Como la del camposanto. Callo, y entiendo, y me quito La pompa del rimador: Cuelgo de un árbol marchito Mi muceta de doctor. II Yo sé de Egipto y Nigricia, Y de Persia y Xenophonte; Y prefiero la caricia Del aire fresco del monte. Yo sé de las historias viejas Del hombre y de sus rencillas; Y prefiero las abejas Volando en las campanillas. Yo sé del canto del viento En las ramas vocingleras: Nadie me diga que miento, Que lo prefiero de veras. Yo sé de un gamo aterrado Que vuelve al redil, y expira,- Y de un corazón cansado Que muere oscuro y sin ira. III Odio la máscara y vicio Del corredor de mi hotel: Me vuelvo al manso bullicio De mi monte de laurel. Con los pobres de la tierra Quiero yo mi suerte echar: El arroyo de la sierra Me complace más que el mar. Denle al vano el oro tierno Que arde y brilla en el crisol: A mí denme el bosque eterno Cuando rompe en él el Sol. Yo he visto el oro hecho tierra Barbullendo en la redoma: Prefiero estar en la sierra Cuando vuela una paloma. Busca el obispo de España Pilares para su altar; ¡En mi templo, en la montaña, El álamo es el pilar! Y la alfombra es puro helecho, Y los muros abedul, Y la luz viene del techo, Del techo de cielo azul. El obispo, por la noche, Sale, despacio, a cantar: Monta, callado, en su coche, Que es la piña de un pinar. Las jacas de su carroza Son dos pájaros azules: Y canta el aire y retoza, Y cantan los abedules. Duermo en mi cama de roca Mi sueño dulce y profundo: Roza una abeja mi boca Y crece en mi cuerpo el mundo. Brillan las grandes molduras Al fuego de la mañana Que tiñe las colgaduras De rosa, violeta y grana. El clarín, solo en el monte, Canta al primer arrebol: La gasa del horizonte Prende, de un aliento, el Sol. ¡Díganle al obispo ciego, Al viejo obispo de España Que venga, que venga luego, A mi templo, a la montaña! IV Yo visitaré anhelante Los rincones donde a solas Estuvimos yo y mi amante Retozando con las olas. Solos los dos estuvimos, Solos, con la compañía De dos pájaros que vimos Meterse en la gruta umbría. Y ella, clavando los ojos, En la pareja ligera, Deshizo los lirios rojos Que le dio la jardinera. La madreselva olorosa Cogió con sus manos ella, Y una madama graciosa, Y un jazmín como una estrella. Yo quise, diestro y galán, Abrirle su quitasol; Y ella me dijo: "¡Qué afán! ¡Si hoy me gusta ver el Sol!". "Nunca más altos he visto Estos nobles robledales: Aquí debe estar el Cristo Porque están las catedrales." "Ya sé dónde ha de venir Mi niña a la comunión; De blanco la he de vestir Con un gran sombrero alón." Después, del calor al peso, Entramos por el camino, Y nos dábamos un beso En cuanto sonaba un trino. ¡Volveré, cual quien no existe Al lago mudo y helado: Clavaré la quilla triste: Posaré el remo callado! V Si ves un monte de espumas Es mi verso lo que ves: Mi verso es un monte, y es Un abanico de plumas. Mi verso es como un puñal Que por el puño echa flor: Mi verso es un surtidor Que da un agua de coral. Mi verso es de un verde claro Y de un carmín encendido: Mi verso es un ciervo herido Que busca en el monte amparo. Mi verso al valiente agrada: Mi verso, breve y sincero, Es del vigor del acero Con que se funde la espada. VI Si quieren que de este mundo Lleve una memoria grata, Llevaré, padre profundo Tu cabellera de plata. Si quieren por gran favor, Que lleve más, llevaré La copia que hizo el pintor De la hermana que adoré. Si quieren que a la otra vida Me lleve todo un tesoro, ¡Llevo la trenza escondida Que guardo en mi caja de oro! VII Para Aragón, en España Tengo yo en mi corazón Un lugar todo Aragón, Franco, fiero, fiel, sin saña. Si quiere un tonto saber Por qué lo tengo, le digo Que allí tuve un buen amigo, Que allí quise a una mujer. Allá, en la vega florida La de la heroica defensa Por mantener lo que piensa Juega la gente la vida. Y si un alcalde lo aprieta O lo enoja un rey cazurro, Calza la manta el baturro Y muere con su escopeta. Quiero a la tierra amarilla Que baña el Ebro lodoso: Quiero el Pilar azuloso De Lanuza y de Padilla. Estimo a quien de un revés Echa por tierra a un tirano: Lo estimo, si es un cubano; Lo estimo, si aragonés. Amo los patios sombríos Con escaleras bordadas; Amo las naves calladas Y los conventos vacíos. Amo la tierra florida, Musulmana o española, Donde rompió su corola La poca flor de mi vida. VIII Yo tengo un amigo muerto Que suele venirme a ver: Mi amigo se sienta, y canta; Canta en voz que ha de doler. "En un ave de dos alas "Bogo por el cielo azul: "Un ala del ave es negra "Otra de oro Caribú. "El corazón es un loco "Que no sabe de un color: "O es su amor de dos colores, "O dice que no es amor. "Hay una loca más fiera "Que el corazón infeliz: "La que le chupó la sangre "Y se echó luego a reír. "Corazón que lleva rota "El ancla fiel del hogar, "Va como barca perdida, "Que no sabe a dónde va." En cuanto llega a esta angustia Rompe el muerto a maldecir: Le amanso el cráneo, lo acuesto; Acuesto al muerto a dormir. IX Quiero, a la sombra de un ala, Contar este cuento en flor: La niña de Guatemala, La que se murió de amor. Eran de lirios los ramos, Y las orlas de reseda Y de jazmín: la enterramos En una caja de seda. ... Ella dio al desmemoriado Una almohadilla de olor: El volvió, volvió casado: Ella se murió de amor. Iban cargándola en andas Obispos y embajadores: Detrás iba el pueblo en tandas, Todo cargado de flores. ...Ella, Por volverlo a ver, Salió a verlo al mirador: El volvió con su mujer: Ella se murió de amor. Como de bronce candente Al beso de despedida Era su frente ¡la frente Que más he amado en la vida! ...Se entró de tarde en el río, La sacó muerta el doctor: Dicen que murió de frío: Yo sé que murió de amor. Allí, en la bóveda helada, La pusieron en dos bancos; Besé su mano afilada, Besé sus zapatos blancos. Callado, al oscurecer, Me llamó el enterrador: ¡Nunca más he vuelto a ver A la que murió de amor! X El alma trémula y sola Padece al anochecer: Hay baile; vamos a ver La bailarina española. Han hecho bien en quitar El banderón de la acera; Porque si está la bandera, No sé, yo no puedo entrar. Ya llega la bailarina: Soberbia y pálida llega: ¿Cómo dicen que es gallega? Pues dicen mal: es divina. Lleva un sombrero torero Y una capa carmesí: ¡Lo mismo que un alelí Que se pusiese un sombrero! Se ve, de paso, la ceja, Ceja de mora traidora: Y la mirada, de mora; Y como nieve la oreja. Preludian, bajan la luz, Y sale en bata y mantón, La virgen de la Asunción Bailando un baile andaluz. Alza, retando, la frente; Crúzase al hombro la manta: En arco el brazo levanta; Mueve despacio el pie ardiente. Repica con los tacones El tablado zalamera, Como si la tabla fuera Tablado te corazones. Y va el convite creciendo En las llamas de los ojos, Y el manto de flecos rojos Se va en el aire meciendo. Súbito, de un salto arranca; Húrtase, se quiebra, gira; Abre en dos la cachemira, Ofrece la bata blanca. El cuerpo cede y ondea; La bata abierta provoca, Es una rosa la boca; Lentamente taconea. Recoge, de un débil giro, El manto de flecos rojos: Se va, cerrando los ojos, Se va, como en un suspiro... Baila muy bien la española, Es blanco y rojo el mantón: ¡Vuelve, fosca, a su rincón El alma trémula y sola! XI Yo tengo un paje muy fiel Que me cuida y que me gruñe, Y al salir, me limpia y bruñe Mi corona de laurel. Yo tengo un paje ejemplar Que no come, que no duerme, Y que se acurruca a verme Trabajar, y sollozar. Salgo y el vil se desliza Y en mi bolsillo aparece, Vuelvo, y el terco me ofrece Una taza de ceniza. Si duermo, al rayar el día Se sienta junto a mi cama; Si escribo, sangre derrama Mi paje en la escribanía. Mi paje, hombre de respeto. Al andar castañetea; Hiela mi paje, y chispea; Mi paje es un esqueleto. XII En el bote iba remando Por el lago seductor, Con el sol que era oro puro Y en el alma más de un sol. Y a mis pies vi de repente, Ofendido del hedor Un pez muerto, un pez hediondo En el bote remador XIII Por donde abunda la malva Y da el camino un rodeo, Iba un ángel de paseo Con una cabeza calva. Del castañar por la zona La pareja se perdía; La calva resplandecía Lo mismo que una corona. Sonaba el hacha en lo espeso Y cruzó un ave volando; Pero no se sabe cuándo Se dieron el primer beso. Era rubio el ángel; era El de la calva radiosa, Como el tronco a que amorosa Se prende la enredadera. XIV Yo no puedo olvidar nunca La mañanita de otoño En que le salió un retoño A la pobre rama trunca. La mañanita en que, en vano, Junto a la estufa apagada, Una niña enamorada Le tendió al viejo la mano. XV Vino el médico amarillo A darme su medicina, Con una mano cetrina Y la otra mano al bolsillo: ¡Yo tengo allá en un rincón Un médico que no manca Con una mano muy blanca Y otra mano al corazón! Viene, de blusa y casquete, El grave del repostero, A preguntarme si quiero O Málaga o Pajarete: ¡Díganle a la repostera Que ha tanto tiempo no he visto, Que me tenga un beso listo Al entrar la primavera! XVI En el alféizar calado De la ventana moruna, Pálido como la luna, Medita un enamorado. Pálida, en su canapé De seda tórtola y roja, Eva, callada, deshoja Una violeta en el té. XVII Es rubia: el cabello suelto Da más luz al ojo moro: Voy, desde entonces, envuelto En un torbellino de oro. La abeja estival que zumba Más ágil por la flor nueva, No dice, como antes, "tumba"; "Eva" dice: todo es "Eva". Bajo, en lo oscuro, al temido Raudal de la catarata; ¡Y brilla el iris, tendido Sobre las hojas de plata! Miro, ceñudo, la agreste Pompa del monte irritado: ¡Y en el alma azul celeste Brota un jacinto rosado! Voy, por el bosque, a paseo A la laguna vecina; Y entre las ramas la veo, Y por el agua camina. La serpiente del jardín Silba, escupe, y se resbala Por su agujero: el clarín Me tiende, trinando, el ala. ¡Arpa soy, salterio soy Donde vibra el Universo; Vengo del sol, y al sol voy; Soy el amor: soy el verso! XVIII El alfiler de Eva loca Es hecho del oro oscuro Que lo sacó un hombre puro Del corazón de una roca. Un pájaro tentador Le trajo en el pico ayer Un relumbrante alfiler De pasta y de similor. Eva se prendió al oscuro Talle el diamante embustero: Y echó en el alfiletero El alfiler de oro puro. XIX Por tus ojos encendidos Y lo mal puesto de un broche, Pensé que estuviste anoche Jugando a juegos prohibidos. Te odié por vil y alevosa; Te odié con odio de muerte; Náusea me daba de verte Tan villana y tan hermosa. Y por la esquela que vi Sin saber cómo ni cuando, Sé que estuviste llorando Toda la noche por mí. XX Mi amor del aire se azora; Eva es rubia, falsa es Eva; Viene una nube, y se lleva Mi amor que gime y que llora. Se lleva mi amor que llora Esa nube que se va; Eva me ha sido traidora; ¡Eva me consolará! XXI Ayer la vi en el salón De los pintores, y ayer Detrás de aquella mujer Se me saltó el corazón. Sentada en el suelo rudo Está en el lienzo; dormidoAl pie, el esposo rendido; Al seno el niño desnudo. Sobre unas briznas de paja Se ven mendrugos mondados; Le cuelga el manto a los lados, Lo mismo que una mortaja. No nace en el torvo suelo Ni una viola, ni una espiga: Muy lejos, la casa amiga, Muy triste y oscuro el cielo. ¡Esa es la hermosa mujer Que me robó el corazón En el soberbio salón De los pintores de ayer! XXII Estoy en el baile extraño De polaina y casaquín Que dan, del año hacia el fin, Los cazadores del año. Una duquesa violeta Va con un frac colorado; Marca un vizconde pintado El tiempo en la pandereta. Y pasan las chupas rojas Pasan los tules de fuego, Como delante de un ciego Pasan volando las hojas. XXIII Yo quiero salir del mundo Por la puerta natural: En un carro de hojas verdes A morir me han de llevar. No me pongan en lo oscuro A morir como un traidor; Yo soy bueno, y como bueno Moriré de cara al Sol! XXIV Sé de un pintor atrevido Que sale a pintar contento Sobre la tela del viento Y la espuma del olvido. Yo sé de un pintor gigante, El de divinos colores, Puesto a pintarle las flores A una corbeta mercante. Yo sé de un pobre pintor Que mira el agua al pintar, -El agua ronca del mar,- Con un entrañable amor. XXV ¡Yo pienso cuando me alegro Como un escolar sencillo, En el canario amarillo, Que tiene el ojo tan negro! ¡Yo quiero, cuando me muera Sin patria, pero sin amo, Tener en mi losa un ramo De flores, y una bandera! XXVI Yo que vivo, aunque me he muerto, Soy un gran descubridor, Porque anoche he descubierto La medicina de amor. Cuando al peso de la cruz El hombre morir resuelve, Sale a hacer bien, lo hace, y vuelve Como de un baño de luz. XXVII El enemigo brutal Nos pone fuego a la casa; El sable la calle arrasa, A la luna tropical. Pocos salieron ilesos Del sable del español; La calle, al salir el sol, Era un reguero de sesos. Pasa, entre balas, un coche: Entran, llorando, a una muerta; Llama una mano a la puerta En lo negro de la noche. No hay bala que no taladre El portón; y la mujer Que llama, me ha dado el ser; Me viene a buscar mi madre. A la boca de la muerte, Los valientes habaneros Se quitaron los sombreros Ante la matrona fuerte. Y después que nos besamos Como dos locos, me dijo: “Vamos pronto, vamos, hijo; La luna está sola: vamos.” XXVIII Por la tumba del cortijo Donde está el padre enterrado, Pasa el hijo, de soldado Del invasor; pasa el hijo. El padre, un bravo en la guerra, Envuelto en su pabellón Alzase; y de un bofetón lo tiende, muerto, por tierra. El rayo reluce; zumba El viento por el cortijo; El padre recoge al hijo, Y se lo lleva a la tumba. XXIX La imagen del rey, por ley Lleva el papel del Estado; El niño fue fusilado Por los fusiles del rey. Festejar el santo es ley Del rey; en la fiesta santa ¡La hermana del niño canta Ante la imagen del rey! XXX El rayo surca, sangriento, El lóbrego nubarrón: Echa el barco, ciento a ciento, Los negros por el portón. El viento, fiero, quebraba Los almácigos copudos; Andaba la hilera, andaba, De los esclavos desnudos. El temporal sacudía Los barracones henchidos; Una madre con su cría Pasaba dando alaridos. Rojo, como en el desierto, salió el sol al horizonte; Y alumbró a un esclavo muerto, Colgado a un seibo del monte. Un niño lo vio: tembló De pasión por los que gimen; Y, al pie del muerto, juró Lavar con su sangre el crimen! XXXI Para modelo de un dios El pintor lo envió a pedir: ¡Para eso no! ¡para ir, Patria, a servirse los dos! Bien estará en la pintura El hijo que amo y bendigo: ¡Mejor en la ceja oscura, Cara a cara al enemigo! Es rubio, es fuerte, es garzón De nobleza natural: ¡Hijo, por la luz natal! ¡Hijo, por el pabellón! Vamos, pues, hijo viril; Vamos los dos; si yo muero, Me besas: si tú... ¡prefiero Verte muerto a verte vil! XXXI En el negro callejón Donde en tinieblas paseo, Alzo los ojos, y veo La iglesia, erguida, a un rincón. ¿Será misterio? ¿SeráRevelación y poder? ¿Será, rodilla, el deber De postrarse? ¿Qué será? Tiembla la noche: en la parra Muerde el gusano el retoño; Grazna, llamando al otoño La hueca y hosca cigarra. Graznan dos: atento al dúo Alzo los ojos y veo Que la iglesia del paseo Tiene la forma de un búho. XXXIII De mi desdicha espantosa Siento, ¡oh estrellas!, que muero; Yo quiero vivir, yo quiero Ver a una mujer hermosa. El cabello, como un casco, Le corona el rostro bello: Brilla su negro cabello Como un sable de Damasco. ¿Aquélla? ...Pues pon la hiel Del mundo entero en un haz, Y tállala en cuerpo, y haz, Un alma entera de hiel! ¿Esta?... Pues ésta infeliz Lleva escarpines rosados, Y los labios colorados, Y la cara de barniz. El alma lúgubre grita: "¡Mujer, maldita mujer!" ¡No sé yo quién pueda ser Entre las dos la maldita! XXXIV ¡Penas! ¿Quién osa decir Que tengo yo penas? Luego, Después del rayo, y del fuego, Tendré tiempo de sufrir. Yo sé de un pesar profundo Entre las penas sin nombres: ¡La esclavitud de los hombres Es la gran pena del mundo! Hay montes, y hay que subir Los montes altos; ¡después Veremos, alma, quién es Quien te me ha puesto al morir! XXXV ¿Qué importa que tu puñal Se me clave en el riñón? ¡Tengo mis versos, que son Más fuerte que tu puñal! ¿Qué importa que este dolor Seque el mar y nuble el cielo? El verso, dulce consuelo, Nace al lado del dolor. XXXVI Ya sé: de carne se puede Hacer una flor; se puede, Con el poder del cariño, Hacer un cielo, ¡y un niño! De carne se hace también El alacrán; y también El gusano de la rosa, Y la lechuza espantosa. XXXVII Aquí está el pecho, mujer, Que ya sé que lo herirás; ¡Más grande debiera ser, Para que lo hirieses más! Porque noto, alma torcida, Que en mi pecho milagroso, Mientras más honda la herida, Es mi canto más hermoso. XXXVIII ¿Del tirano? Del tirano Di todo, ¡di más!; y clava Con furia de mano esclava Sobre su oprobio al tirano. ¿Del error? Pues del error Di el antro, di las veredas Oscuras: di cuanto puedas Del tirano y del error. ¿De mujer? Pues puede ser Que mueras de su mordida; ¡Pero no empañes tu vida Diciendo mal de mujer! XXXIX Cultivo una rosa blanca En julio como en enero, Para el amigo sincero Que me da su mano franca. Y para el cruel que me arranca El corazón con que vivo, Cardo ni oruga cultivo; Cultivo la rosa blanca. XL Pinta mi amigo el pintor Sus angelones dorados, En nubes arrodillados, Con soles alrededor. Pínteme con sus pinceles Los angelitos medrosos Que me trajeron, piadosos, Sus dos ramos de claveles. XLI Cuando me vino el honor De la tierra generosa, No pensé en Blanca ni en Rosa Ni en lo grande del favor. Pensé en el pobre artillero Que está en la tumba, callado; Pensé en mi padre, el soldado; Pensé en mi padre, el obrero. Cuando llegó la pomposa Carta, en su noble cubierta, Pensé en la tumba desierta No pensé en Blanca ni en Rosa. XLII En el extraño bazar Del amor, junto a la mar, La perla triste y sin par Le tocó por suerte a Agar. Agar de tanto tenerla Al pecho, de tanto verla Agar, llegó a aborrecerla; Majó, tiró al mar la perla. Y cuando Agar, venenosa De inútil furia, y llorosa, Pidió al mar la perla hermosa, Dijo la mar borrascosa: "¿Qué hiciste, torpe, qué hiciste De la perla que tuviste? La majaste, me la diste; Yo guardo la perla triste." XLIII Mucho, señora, daría Por tender sobre tu espalda Tu cabellera bravía, Tu cabellera de gualda: Despacio la tendería, Callado la besaría. Por sobre la oreja fina Baja lustroso el cabello, Lo mismo que una cortina Que se levanta hacia el cuello. La oreja es obra divina De porcelana de China. Mucho, señora te diera Por desenredar el nudo De tu roja cabellera Sobre tu cuello desnudo: Muy despacio la esparciera Hilo por hilo la abriera. XLIV Tiene el leopardo un abrigo En su monte seco y pardo: Yo tengo más que el leopardo Porque tengo un buen amigo. Duerme, como en un juguete, La mushma en su cojinete De arte del Japón yo digo: “No hay cojín como un amigo”. Tiene el conde su abolengo; Tiene la aurora el mendigo; Tiene ala el ave: ¡yo tengo Allá en México un amigo! Tiene el señor presidente Un jardín con una fuente, Y un tesoro en oro y trigo: Tengo más, tengo un amigo. XLV Sueño con claustros de mármol Donde en silencio divino Los héroes, de pie, reposan: ¡De noche, a la luz del alma, Hablo con ellos; de noche! Están en fila: paseo Entre las filas: las manos De piedra les beso: abren Los ojos de piedra: mueven Los labios de piedra: tiemblan Las barbas de piedra: empuñan La espada de piedra: lloran ¡Vibra la espada en la vaina! Mudo, les beso la mano. ¡Hablo con ellos, de noche! Están en fila: paseo Entre las filas: lloroso Me abrazo a un mármol: "¡Oh, mármol Dicen que beben tus hijos Su propia sangre en las copas Venenosas de sus dueños! ¡Que hablan la lengua podrida De sus rufianes! Que comen Juntos el pan del oprobio, En la mesa ensangrentada! Que pierden en lengua inútil El último fuego! ¡Dicen, Oh mármol, mármol dormido, Que ya se ha muerto tu raza!" Échame en tierra de un bote El héroe que abrazo: me ase Del cuello: barre la tierra Con mi cabeza: levanta El brazo, ¡el brazo Le lucelo mismo que un sol!: resuena La piedra: buscan el cinto Las manos blancas: del soplo Saltan los hombres de mármol! XLVI Vierte, corazón, tu pena Donde no te llegue a ver, Por soberbia, y por no ser Motivo de pena ajena. Yo te quiero, verso amigo, Porque cuando siento el pecho Ya muy cargado y deshecho, Parto la carga contigo. Tú me sufres, tú aposentas En tu regazo amoroso, Todo mi amor doloroso, Todas mis ansias y afrentas. Tú, porque yo pueda en calma Amar y hacer bien, consientes En enturbiar tus corrientes Con cuanto me agobia el alma. Tú, porque yo cruce fiero La tierra, y sin odio, y puro, Te arrastras, pálido y duro, Mi amoroso compañero. Mi vida así se encamina Al cielo limpia y serena, Y tu me cargas mi pena Con tu paciencia divina. Y porque mi cruel costumbre De echarme en ti te desvía De tu dichosa armonía Y natural mansedumbre; Porque mis penas arrojo Sobre tu seno, y lo azotan, Y tu corriente alborotan, Y acá, lívido, allá rojo, Blanco allá como la muerte, Ora arremetes y ruges, Ora con el peso crujes De un dolor más que tú fuerte, ¿Habré, como me aconseja Un corazón mal nacido, De dejar en el olvido A aquel que nunca me deja? ¡Verso, nos hablan de un Dios A donde van los difuntos: Verso, o nos condenan juntos, O nos salvamos los dos!

#ispanyolca #spanish #jose marti #versos sencillos

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edda-blattfe · 5 years

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I don't have much content for her yet, but my OC Sol x Vil?

Ok, so the first thing I thought while looking at Sol was, “Pirate king x queen held for ransom,” because a gender bent version of that scenario trope is just *chef kiss* magnifique! Anywho...

Dashing swashbuckling captain x refined gentlemen of the court

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #sol #vil schoenheit #shipping #ask #thank you for asking!

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lisboabeat · 6 years

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07.02.19 RIVE-ROUGE MIKE STELLAR

“A procura da batida perfeita”, é a missão de Mike Stellar. Perde-se pelo bass, o nu-jazz, o breakbeat, as entranhas da deep-house e do techno e ainda pisca o olho ao funk. O ponto comum entre eles? O Groove.

07.02.19 LUX FRÁGIL Carpet & Snares: Jorge Caiado & Roy Berllioz x André Leiria Quando se junta o amor à Música, o resultado só pode ser honesto. E quando desse amor nasce união, então a força vem por arrasto. Esta é um pouco a história da Carpet & Snars Records. Começou como loja de discos, mas não chegava. Surge então uma agência, pouco depois uma editora, adiante uma distribuidora. Tudo em funcionamento com esse tal amor. O mesmo com que o Lux os recebe, eles que vêm representar o todo: Jorge Caiado, Roy - Carpet & Snares, Berllioz e André Leiria. Jorge Caiado, timoneiro, mentor também da editora Inner Balance (subsidiária da Balance de Chez Damier). Roy e André Leiria, os mais novatos, acolhidos pela equipa e já a darem cartas. E Berllioz, mago dos sintetizadores modulares que vem mostrar os discos que coleciona desde os anos adolescentes. Cada um com algo a dizer e mostrar numa noite de showcase dum dos projectos mais interessantes desta Lisboa. Não descurar a escuta.

Texto: Inês Duarte

08.02.19 5ª CLUB ZE SALVADOR LUÍSA

08.02.19 RIVE-ROUGE ANEXO SHOWCASE: DENIS KAZNACHEEV LOURNCO LVGS ELLESS & BENN

A fórmula é simples: encontrar espaços esquecidos ou desconhecidos e juntar pessoas criativas, que por um dia ou por uma noite se transformam. É uma experiência intimista e sensorial, onde a música é o elemento chave para que tudo faça sentido. O projecto Anexo vive dos intervalos de tempo, da mudança de vida, das fases transitórias e das viagens.

Projecto criado pela dupla Elless & Benn, em 2016, apresenta-se pela 2ª vez num formato diferente: Anexo Showcase convida-nos a descobrir mais do que está para além da porta. Nesta noite, quem tem a chave é Denis Kaznacheev. Co-fundador da Nervmusic, uma das metades de Easy Changes e uma espécie de Geppetto da maquinaria de som.

Nasceu na Sibéria mas manteve-se a norte: vive em Berlim e é lá que tem trilhado o seu percurso em dupla com Kilrill Sil. Depois de ter passado por importantes labels como Arma Records ou a Gorw Vinyl, viu agora chegar o tempo de tocar a solo. Passou do techno mais duro para viagens de sintetizador justapostas com instrumentos mais orgânicos.

O seu primeiro trabalho viu a luz do dia através da Nervmusic, em 2014. Em 2018, lançou a sua primeira faixa de 12 ", através da Grow and Spanish Wrong State Recordings com remixes da Daze Maxim e Kreon. Dia 8, vêmo-lo à luz na noite, aqui no rRouge. Vem acompanhado dos anfitriões do Anexo: Elless & Benn e Lournco lvgs.

08.02.19 LUX FRÁGIL JANE FITZ X TWOFOLD

A ascensão de Jane Fitz ao reconhecimento do underground global fez-se sem lançar êxitos, sem o empurrão de grandes editoras e sem campanhas exaustivas de promoção - tudo a seu tempo. Uma intuição para entender o que realmente importa na experiência clubbing, aliada a um apetite voraz por descobrir música e uma técnica infalível apurada ao longo de 20 anos de DJing, fizeram de Jane Fitz um pilar da música de dança em Londres. O seu som é uma amalgama aberta de techno espacial, house futurista, Detroit, breakbeats e outras explorações do universo rave que tem tornado suas ao longo dos anos em festas que entretanto se tornaram lendárias, como a Night Moves ou a Peg, e em festivais como o Freerotation, Field Maneuvers e o Houghton, de Craig Richards (Fabric). Há um som Jane Fitz de coerência inegável mas difícil de explicar. Felizmente não o temos de fazer, basta ouvi-la à sua passagem por Santa Apolónia. Texto: Inês Coutinho

09.02.19 MANIFESTO MERCADO MARTIM MONIZ RUI MARTINS MARY B MR. MUTE & MR. BIRD RYKARDO & RICARDO PINTO AFRO BLUE DJ´S

No dia 9 de Fevereiro, das 14h às 18h, estaremos na Praça do Martim Moniz para falar sobre o projeto Mercado do Martim Moniz. Convidámos alguns artistas, amigos desta praça desde o início e que nos acompanham neste recomeço. Estão todos convidados e todos serão bem recebidos. #ComunidadeMartimMoniz #UmMundodeMaosDadas #MercadoMartimMoniz

09.02.19 5A CLUB DRIVEN AKA VIL

09.02.19 RIVE-ROUGE DJ VIBE SBS XINOBI

Vai ser uma noite especial. Estão prontos? Dj Vibe inventou uma nova fórmula que dá nome a esta noite no rRouge. Convida outro DJ para partilhar a cabine, a essência mantém-se. Tocar em conjunto! Os eixos alinham-se: desta vez, lado a lado. Side by Side (SBS) promete ser exponencial.

09.02.19 LUX FRÁGIL TRUST: SADAR BAHAR X TIAGO

É uma celebração. Sadar Bahar tem, e se não tem busca incessantemente, os melhores discos, os mais quentes e significativos dos universos ditos BLACK. Não é só o groove que ele persegue, trata-se em boa parte da mensagem correcta também. Essa nem sempre chega através de letras explícitas, pode ser um lick de guitarra, uma linha de baixo, coros por cima de sintetizador, gemido de corar, aquele ajuste nas batidas de duas baterias verdadeiras quando faz a mistura. Festa e política num só item: o set. E talvez se resuma numa só palavra: soul. Em Chicago põe a mexer uma festa chamada Soul In The Hole, angaria respeito na cidade e, como vemos, fora dela aí pelo mundo. Aquele termo "DJ de DJs" aplica-se, claro, mas Bahar é DJ para pessoas, partindo da sua própria obsessão por discos. O ego ao serviço do todo - às vezes usa uma t-shirt que diz "Sadar Bahar Disco Beat Down". Nada de errado quando o mundo fica melhor, o Sol é uma bola de espelhos (o Lux tem das maiores) e a vida se organiza para recolher frutos das festas Boas. Esta é uma delas. Vão. Texto: José Moura

09.02.19 MINISTERIUM CLUB DAVE CLARKE JOÃO MARIA TEMUDO

Bilhetes/Tickets Pré-venda 1a fase / Pre-sale 1st phase: €15,00 Pré-venda 2a fase / Pre-sale 2nd phase: €20,00 Porta: €25,00

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grwtchen · 2 years

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𝗶𝗳 𝗶 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺… a zhongli and iris alternative universe !

inspiration: x | partner: @lovcdive

wei zhongli era um homem com um plano. os caminhos e percalços pelos quais deveria passar para concretizar sua vontade - a de ascensão e reconhecimento social, deixando de ser apenas um mero camponês imigrante - eram apenas detalhes mediante aquela grandeza que tanto lhe encantava os olhos. suas noites em claro nos corredores da universidade por não ter onde dormir, o repasse que a pequena gangue a qual pertencia lhe obrigava a fazer para garantir o almoço do dia seguinte e as ligações preocupadas de sua mãe que o faziam mentir dolorosamente não eram problemas, ao menos não se comparados àquele brilho.

anos atras havia deixado seu lar em beijing, na china, e ele parecia se concretizar bem na sua frente. as estrelas que uma vez iluminaram o seu caminho, prometendo-lhe uma conclusão grandiosa e o fazendo sonhar com o nascer de um sol mais brilhante pareciam terem vindo dos céus para fazerem morada no olhar de iris.

wei zhongli era um homem com um plano? seria demais dizer que tinha certeza ali, frente a nudez da alma daquela que tinha o coração em mãos pronto para ser arrebatado, pois ver-se diante as estrelas e não comover-se era atestar um óbito para além do físico. o plano em si era ela, tê-la em suas mãos para assim usufruir do status e fortuna ligados ao seu nome, mas no fundo… em seu coração, ele a olhou como algo além de um pote de ouro naquele momento. nítido; não segurou o suspiro quando reparou na beleza jovial com tamanho detalhamento pela primeira vez, questionando a si mesmo onde seus olhos estavam que não a haviam adorado com intensidade desde os primeiros momentos e, num movimento sutil, ele se fez perto.

podia esconder muito bem sua verdadeira vida ou até mesmo o que acabou levando-o até aquele instante, mas não conseguia esconder as palavras gritadas pelo olhar que se conectava aos semelhantes e davam ao momento uma profundidade abissal, capaz de tornar todo o arredor comprimido em uma partícula dentro do espaço-tempo se alongando nos olhares trocados. mais… e mais perto, ele não sofria a recusa daquela que parecia envolvida cada vez mais na espiral que a engolia, até a mesma sentir-lhe perto demais. a realização trouxe na bagagem o medo, os traumas e a insegurança de deixar-se nadar no profundo oceano negro que parecia querer lhe consumir.

mesmo que não fosse contra o afastamento enunciado por ela, o “i need to go” pronunciado no peito embargado e deixado à deriva como uma resposta ao trauma anterior, zhongli não recuou sequer o espaço suficiente para que pudessem respirar sem o entrelaçar das inspirações quentes entre eles. foi no caminhar lento que não deu a ela motivos para fugir quando pela primeira vez os seus lábios foram unidos, iniciando um selar carinhoso e, apesar de bastante desejoso, também cheio de cuidado. não queria assusta-la e sequer entendia o que passava na própria cabeça, por isso o beijo não se estendeu por mais do que o suficiente para a confirmação da existência de algo ali que ultrapassava a amizade nutrida até então, terminando com uma leve condução do rosto da mulher para onde ele saberia que poderia aquecê-la com algo além da sua vil ambição. deixou que a bochecha macia deita-se em seu peitoral e ali ele a confortou por mais tempo que pôde contar.

no fim, zhongli era apenas um homem e como tal, ele foi fraco aos planos do próprio coração, mesmo que ele não fizesse jus ao seu objetivo original.

#* wei zhongli !#* lover ! iris #* closed !

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hellomissmabel · 7 years

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Mangata part 4

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Thor x plus size!reader

Warnings: none.

Word count: 2.1k

Summary: Born from a falling star erupting on Asgardian ground, her small body was covered in little marks that would grow into birth marks representing the constellations. Once of age, Y/N agreed to married Thor and become the future queen of Asgard. Now she is the goddess of the stars and accompanies Heimdall during his watch. However, as the universe exhibits a unique yet peculiar string of events, she is forced to seek shelter on Midgard from an enemy that might just be her own flesh and blood.

Series masterlist can be found here

A/N: Written for @supersoldierslover <3

Loki’s POV

As the Elemental walks us down the illuminated road, down the path of the moon towards Mangata, she tells the story of Y/N’s ancestry. I can sense Y/N’s scepticism, her need to tread carefully, but I can also almost smell the curiosity rolling off her.

She was born as the second child and came after Mani, the god of the moon. He is her elder brother and the founder of Mangata, together with the master. Mangata was named in Mani’s honour and if not for Y/N’s great powers, he would’ve been crowned king once the master stepped down. But the master decided differently and after the demise of her mother, he passed on the crown of the queen of Mangata to Y/N at a very young age.

But those same, great powers the master could not contain nor feed off without risking his own destruction and that of Mangata. So he sent the goddess of the stars to Asgard. Yet now his life is threatening to come to an end, and he is need of his successor if he wishes to preserve this realm’s existence regardless if he has to cast his son Mani aside to do so.

I did not know what I was expecting when the Elemental, the ice star, said it would bring us to its master. Said master is in fact unconscious and being kept alive by the life force of his children. As we arrive at the throne room, the Elemental introduces us to his children. There is Sol, the goddess of the sun, Mani, god of the moon and Jörd, goddess of the earth. Dagr, god of the daytime and Nott goddess of the night. The master and his children are protected by two wolves, Hati and Skoll, roaming around them like vultures around a dead carcass.

The throne on which they reside is crafted from solid gold, the brightest diamonds and the most enthralling jewellery, unseen richness reaching as far as the eye can see and even further. The tips of my fingers are tingling with greed yet I keep my hands at my side when Mani’s silver eyes lock with mine, his skin the human equivalent of the coal from Midgardian mines.

“Who is this heathen?”

With a voice that shakes the entire temple with its regal grandeur, Mani demands to know the reason of our visit. Displeased with this unexpected and unwanted visit, he straightens his back and easily towers over his other siblings. There’s no doubt that Mani, the god of the moon, reigns with an iron fist while his father, the master, stands idly by.

I see it in the way he squeezes his father’s shoulder and his face contorts in discomfort, the notion of pain already lost on this fragment of a king living his last breath thanks to his children’s charity. I see it in the way the heads of his brothers and sisters bow down as he passes them on his way to the edge of the throne. I see it in the way the wolves whimper under his gaze as he tells them to stand down. And most of all, I see it in the way his eyes burn into Y/N’s.

“You,” he points towards her with an accusatory finger. “Wife of Thor. Return to your gilded Asgard.” Mani then drops his arm and turns to me next, scoffing in dismay. “And you, bastard son. Return to the dust that was your womb.”

His words anger Y/N to the point she is one entity of boiling lava, a volcano on the verge of erupting and when she does, the universe hath no fury like a scorned goddess. Mani’s dictating presence that clouded the room is cut off by the thunder of Y/N’s heart.

“Hvordan våger du å snakke så lite av min bror. Han er mer en bror til meg enn du noen gang vil være. Jeg kjenner deg ikke, og du kjenner meg ikke. Så tør du ikke bestille meg rundt!”

(“How dare you speak so lowly of my brother. He is more a brother to me than you will ever be. I do not know you and you do not know me. So don't you dare order me around!”)

There’s a cheeky smile tugging at the corners of Mani’s lips. “I see you still know our language.” Snapping his fingers and waving his hand, he gestures for Sol to hand him his spear. “So let’s see if you still have our family’s abilities.”

Unaware of which abilities Mani is speaking of, Y/N’s puzzled eyes soon darken as her brother throws the spear in my direction. I don’t even have to blink my eyes once before the spear stops right in between my eyes, the sharp edge of the pointed tip pressing against an invisible surface summoned by Y/N. Her intent gaze is fixed on the spear but as I follow Mani’s eyes, I see they are not looking at Y/N but instead are firing arrows at the woman, Sol, standing next to him with a smirk.

“I told you, brother, that Y/N will always be our sister,” she smiles smugly, a voice so warm and an appearance so joyful it is as if I’m staring directly at centre of heaven. “No brother or sister of Mangata can harm another brother or sister, or their loved ones. That is how it is written by the master and these rules we must obey.”

With gritted teeth Mani has to agree with his sister Sol and as he waves his hand, the spear drops to the floor and I release a relieved breath. “Thank you. Got me worried for a minute there.”

“I didn’t come here for games,” Y/N claims in an electrifying tone. “I came here for my husband. I was told that you will release him if I retreat to Midgard. This I shall do. Now it’s your turn to keep your end of the agreement. Tell me where is Thor?”

“Ta med fangen,” instructs Mani to the guards. (Bring the prisoner) Thor is stripped of his robes, dressed in bloody rags as he struggles against the man dragging him across the floor. “Her er mannen din”. (Here’s your husband)

Y/N rushes towards him, kneeling next to the blond and carding her hands through his hair. His long tresses have been cut short, my brother almost unrecognisable. “My love,” she whispers into his ear while ridding him of the chains knotting his hands and feet together.

“We must go at once, Y/N. No more words, no more hesitation,” he urges her immediately, pressing a hasty kiss to her plump lips. “These are treacherous territories. Do not trust them, even if they are your family!”

Once standing on his two feet, he conjures a bolt of lightning and holds it in his hand as a weapon, ready to aim for Mani who simply claps his hands in amusement. Thor of course is oblivious to as why Mani does not seem to be threatened by his display of power.

“Søt,” he chuckles arrogantly as Thor’s thunder vaporises into thin air. (cute)

“Thank you. We will go now,” Y/N bids goodbye but it is already too late. Even with these few words, she has already fallen into Mani’s trap. Before she can hook Thor’s shoulder around her and turn around, Mani appears in front of her and slaps her right in her face.

With a malicious laugh he kicks a severely weakened Thor to the ground, waving over his guards to take him back to his confinement. After striking Y/N across the cheek a second time, I am exploding with rage. But I can’t move, I can’t speak, I can’t do anything to prevent him from hurting her again. I am nailed to the spot by an invisible hand, the two wolves barking at me with their vile teeth sharp and ready for attack.

“Forlat dem. Det er ingen å stoppe ham. Han er den eldste og vi må adlyde. Så lenge hun var fraværende og mesteren var syk ...,” Sol explains to me once our eyes cross and I understand she is the one holding me back. “Vi er like, du og jeg, Loki. Vi begge står igjen i skyggen av vår bror. Vi er begge formørket av våre kjære.”

(Leave them. There is no stopping him. He is the eldest and we must obey. As long as she was absent and the master ill... We are much alike, you and I, Loki. We both are left standing in the shadow of our brother. We are both eclipsed by our loved ones.)

Even though I don’t speak the language, I hear every word she speaks to me. “Who do you think help build Asgard? Where does all that gold come from?,” she asks me, no longer speaking in her strange tongue. “Mangata was the first city. The master and Mani helped Odin build his kingdom and his palace. And in return the master sent Y/N to Odin, so he could help her control her powers.”

“Sol is right,” Mani confirms in a hoarse voice. Y/N has started to block his hands with a force field of starlight, blows of stardust sending chills down Mani’s spine but they’re never enough to harm him. “Father and I created Mangata as much as we created Asgard. We were the first.”

Y/N can’t hold her defences much longer and once she takes a step in the wrong direction and gets hit by Mani’s spear, she falls down onto her knees, clutching her side where a golden substance is seeping from the wound. It is her blood, a rich golden hue befitting a goddess of the stars.

“We shall hold Thor here for as long as we like. The deal you spoke of is with the master, yet it is I who is keeping him alive. So it is I who decided whether or not the deal goes through.”

“I thought brother and sister can’t hurt each other?,” I shout at Sol, who appears to be just as shook as I am.

“It’s impossible,” she mumbles inaudibly. “There is no way this is possible.”

“It appears Asgard has made you weak, sister,” Mani grins wickedly, “I can only imagine what Midgard will do to you.”

Through gritted teeth, Y/N hisses back at Mani. “Jeg skal hente mine barn og bringe oss til Midgard. Min mann som venner der, helter som vil hjelpe meg med å beseire deg. Fordi jeg kommer tilbake, merk mine ord. Og når jeg gjør det, vil Mangata bli min igjen.”

(I will retrieve my children and bring us to Midgard. My husband as friends there, heroes that will help me defeat you. Because I will return, mark my words. And when I do, Mangata will be mine again.)

“Du kan ikke stoppe Ragnarok. Du kan prøve å stoppe meg, men snart vil andre fornemme din svakhet og komme for deg. Hel, Surtur,… De vil jakte deg og skade deg langt mer enn jeg har nå. Du tilhørte aldri Asgard. Du vil aldri høre hjemme i Midgard. Dine barn tilhører Asgard. Din mann tilhører Asgard. Men du tilhører her. Dagen du skjønner det og kommer til å krype tilbake, jeg vil være der du dreper deg.”

(You cannot stop Ragnarok. You can try and stop me, but soon others will sense your weakness and come for you. Hel, Surtur,… They will hunt you down and hurt you far more than I have now. You never belonged in Asgard. You will never belong in Midgard. Your children belong in Asgard. Your husband belongs in Asgard. But you belong here. The day you realise that and come crawling back, I willl be there you kill you.)

The Elemental opens a portal underneath Y/N, sending her tumbling in towards Midgard without much further ado. Yet before Sol can push me into the portal as well, I turn to Mani and Sol and the others one last time. “Y/N is the rightful heir of Mangata. This farce you’re putting up won’t last for much longer. Soon it will be you bowing down to her.”

“I don’t think so. Does she know you are in love with her?,” Mani bites back as the portal swallows me, Sol’s radiant glow obscured by Mani’s sickening dusk. “Because there’s no better weapon than unrequited love.”

“Go to hell, ditt svin.” (you bastard/swine/pig)

“I believe that’s exactly where you’re going, bastard sønn.” (bastard son)

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8月13日2018年 11:50

Cela fait un moment que je n’ai pas écrit, fiou c’est que ça a pas mal bougé ce week-end, j’en suis encore toute fatiguée ! Commençons par samedi !

Petit déjeuné typiquement japonais, avec le bon natto de nouveau. C’est un peu compliqué à manger car ça fait 10 fois plus de fils qu’une fondue ! J’ai ensuite demandé à Akiko de me montrer comment s’occuper du Kamidana car je souhaitais montrer ma reconnaissance envers les Kami, en tant que Miko c’est naturel pour moi. Elle m’a dit qu’elle n’avait pas le temps de le faire chaque jour alors je lui ai dit que je m’en chargerai, et c’est ce que je fais.

Après avoir nettoyé la maison et passé la poussière sur le Kamidana, nous avons renouvelé les offrandes. Deux petites bouteilles de Saké, une coupelle de sel (À gauche) une coupelle de riz cru (à droite) de l’eau (Au milieu). On s’est inclinées (1 fois mais c’est deux dans un sanctuaire.) Tapé deux fois dans nos mains et joint les mains pour remercier le Kami de s’occuper de la maison, amener des client, chance ou... Ce que vous voulez en fait. Un Kami est considéré comme un membre à part entière de la famille et le kamidana est son espace de travail. Je me suis donc connectée ici aussi...

Le reste de la journée s’est ensuite déroulé tranquillement, j’ai eu droit à une pêche à midi... Momoooo *-*

Nous sommes ensuite allées laver mon futon dans une blanchisserie car quelque chose me dévore depuis plusieurs jours, au début je pensais que c’était les moustiques mais... On dirait la morsure d’un vil Yôkai non ? En vrai, ce sont juste des puces ou poux un truc du genre... Je crois ?

Nous sommes allées faire des courses et... J’ai encore craqué face aux vêtements, je vais devoir me méfier.... Puis nous sommes allées récupérer Ton à la gare et puis manger Chinois, c’était méga bon ! (Okay sur la photo j’ai des pantoufles swaggées mais en vrai, impossible de trouver des chaussures à ma taille et oui...) Ton m’as dit, demain 07:00 on part, il était temps de dormir...

Le lendemain, je me suis levée, me suis occupée du kamidana, ai déjeuné et c’était parti pour la ballade, à pied depuis la maison évidemment. Le ciel était couvert mais il faisait chaud. J’avais pris mon petit sac de ramassage par précaution, on ne sait jamais... Je n’ai pas pris de photos de la première partie de la forêt, j’étais subjuguée... Je me suis sentie pleinement chez moi. La forêt est si puissante ici, tous ces animaux, tous ces sons, ces odeurs, cette énergie... Il faisait chaud et humide, quasi tropical et y avait un potentiel risque de croiser des ours, flippant mais... Haut les cœurs ! En marchant j’ai bien malheureusement rencontré des ordures alors, j’ai sorti mon sac et ai commencé à ramasser. Il y avait même un endroit très spécial le long du chemin : pas un bruit, le calme plat, rien. Cela contrastait avec les cigales et divers sons n’est-ce pas ? Gardez l’esprit et le cœur ouvert, les sens en éveil et vous sentirez tout de suite que l’énergie est différente dans ce type de lieu.

Nous sommes ensuite arrivés au sanctuaire Ubamyia. Tout petit et mignon, j’ai posé mon sac de déchets à l’entrée, suis allée faire un don et ai adressé une prière, me connectant également avec ce lieu et ce kami. Celui-ci était un peu plus timide cela dit, je l’ai moins senti, ou peut-être était-ce la présence de Ton qui est moins versé dans ces pratiques là. Il m’a attendue avec respect cela dit.

On a ensuite traversé un petit village Fubu selon Google map il me semble. Il y avait un très joli parc avec un étang et une rivière. Un peu plus haut j’ai ramassé des déchets au bord de la rivière... Un panneau semblait indiquer qu’on avait pas le droit de passer par là mais... Bon au moins j’aurais purifié la zone, ne ?

On s’est arrêtés ensuite devant un distributeur et Ton m’a offert du jus de pomme... Vraiment très bon ! Ces distributeurs c’est vraiment la vie... Il y en a partout, impossible de mourir de soif au Japon.

Et là nous avons commencé une petite ascension, mais le long de la route cette fois. J’ai vu un papillon qui battait des ailes et restait au niveau du sol. Il était vraiment très grand, je m’en suis approchée avec respect, lui demandant si je pouvais le photographier, il a volé un peu plus loin pour m’offrir un meilleur angle de vue. Je l’ai pris en photo et l’ai remercié. En repartant il m’a suivie sur un mètre avant de retourner là où il était... Quelle merveilleuse rencontre !

En montant le long de la route, l’odeur de fleur situées en contre-bas venait charmer mon nez et la légère bruine qui tombait a inquiété Ton, il a appelé Akiko pour qu’elle vienne nous chercher du coup.

Puis en continuant de monter j’ai vu... Des chemises ? He ? J’ai ensuite comrpis qu’il s’agissait d’épouvantails (Kakashi, Ewi !) Akiko est arrivée peu après et nous a guidés jusqu’à un lieu touristique.

Il s’agissait d’une station d’eau. J’ai fait le bilan des déchets ramassés jusque là. Bon une fois de plus, je n’ai pas pu tout ramasser. Mais globalement, c’est quand même vachement plus propre qu’en Suisse... Nous avons roulé ensuite jusqu’à un lieu très puissant.

Le sanctuaire Kamayama, oui le centre de la terre, il est dit-on connecté à plusieurs plans de l’univers. En posant les pieds dans ce sanctuaire, j’ai pu sentir la puissance incroyable de ce lieu et de son kami. J’ai procédé à une meilleure pratique, grâce à Akiko. On arrive, on lance une pièce dans la boîte à dons, on s’incline deux fois, on tape deux fois dans les mains que l’on laisse jointes, on prie, puis on s’incline une fois avant de reculer jusqu’au Tori et de s’incliner une dernière fois.

J’ai prié oui... D’abord j’ai remercié, puis j’ai demandé à ce puissant kami, l’autorisation de rester et son aide. Je lui ai aussi demander de veiller sur mes amis, ma famille, mon petit frère qui va bientôt rentrer à l’école en France pour la première fois. De m’aider à rester propre, éclatante, droite et juste. J’ai senti d’une manière où d’une autre, l’accord du kami. C’est particulier à décrire, ça ne s’explique pas, ça se ressent.

Après la prière et seulement après, j’ai pris la photo ci-dessus. Et oui, c’est comme si vous allez chez quelqu’un vous allez saluer la personne avant de prendre des photos comme une sauvage non ? Nous sommes ensuite allées au delà et Akiko m’a dit qu’elle aimait beaucoup un des arbres, il était très beau en effet... Elle m’a demandé d’en choisir un. Je suis allée un peu plus loin à un virage il était là avec ses grande racines alors je l’ai enlacé et j’ai pu sentir sa douce énergie... Je ne l’oublierai pas.

Akiko m’a dit que plus loin il y a une source mais que nous n’avons pas les chaussures adaptées aujourd’hui. On y retournera avec Yumi m’a-t’elle dit... J’ai hâte ! J’irai avec une pièce bien particulière, cette pièce dans l’enveloppe contenant les mots de mes amis que j’ai ouvert dans l’avion vous vous rappelez ? Une simple pièce de 5 yens et pourtant, la symbolique est très puissante

Quoi qu’il en soit, je suis connectée avec ce sanctuaire aussi désormais.

Sur le chemin du retour, j’étais à l’avant, la fenêtre ouverte à écouter les chants de la forêt, les bruits de la nature... Mon âme chantait avec elle et j’étais parcourue par des vagues de bien être.... J’ai pleuré silencieusement. Oui, je suis définitivement rentrée...

Nous nous sommes arrêtés à un panorama magnifique. La photo passe pas ici mais je vais la mettre sur Facebook, si vous n’avez pas Facebook n’hésitez pas à me la demander d’accord ?

Nous sommes allés acheter une veste pour l’escalade du mont Fuji du 17-18 ainsi que des produits pour éliminer les puces ou autres saletés (car comme vous pouvez le voir plus haut le sang de Miko a l’air délicieux :x ) et puis nous sommes rentrés et avons prit un délicieux dîner. Akiko m’a dit que des clients venaient pour un soin à 16:30 mais qu’elle est Ton devaient aller à 2h d’ici (aller retour 4h) donc que je devais les accueillir avec mon sourire et nettoyer avant. Chose étonnante depuis que nous sommes allées au sanctuaire, il y a énormément de libellules partout. Cela signifie que l’air est pur selon Akiko. L’automne approche.

J’ai d’abord fait une sieste car.... Comme je vous le disais, quand je rentre dans un sanctuaire pour la première fois, je remercie le kami pour son accueil et je partage mon énergie avec, ainsi vient la connexion. Mais c’est épuisant donc ça plus la marche... Puis j’ai nettoyé comme jamais ! Il faisait très chaud mais peu importe ! J’ai passé l’aspirateur, la serpillère, tout.

Puis les invités sont arrivés, je l’ai ai accueillis comme il se doit, leur servant du thé. Nori, le père de famille, un homme bienveillant qui parle anglais, il monte son entreprise et connais un kannushi (Ho ho...). Kaori, sa femme, elle était si belle ! Et enfin Taichi, leur fils, un petit garçon éveillé et très intelligent d’à peine 3 ans et il était si mignon !

Nous avons parlé et d’une manière et d’une autre, je lui ai parlé de mon appel, en bref j’ai senti que je pouvais ouvrir mon cœur. Lorsque l’on devient pure émotion et on ressent lorsque le moment est bon ou lorsqu’il ne l’est pas. Il étaient très impressionnés et nous nous sommes mis en contact. Nori m’a dit que si j’avais besoin de quoi que ce soi, je ne devais pas hésiter à le contacter. Encore ici et maintenant en écrivant, je crois que je vais pleurer... Les kamis sont vraiment à mes côtés c’est impressionnant.

Akiko est arrivée sans Ton, il a dû rentrer en train je suppose, je n’ai pas pu lui dire au revoir mais bon, je le revois au Fujisan donc... Kaori est allée dans la voiture avec son fils pour qu’il puisse regarder la télé. Lorsque Nori est revenu de la session du soin, j’ai pu sentir une puissante énergie, fraîche et douce à la fois. Pour sur ce Monsieur a une âme puissante et belle ! Après tout... Il m’a raconté qu’il avait décidé de suivre son cœur il y a deux ans, par l’intermédiaire d’une chamane qui l’a aidé en ne faisant que le pousser en avant d’une petite tape. C’est exactement ce que je veux faire aussi... Aider les gens à suivre leurs cœur je veux dire. Car quand on suis nos cœur, on s’éveille, quand on s’éveille alors... Il faut le vivre pour cela, ça ne s’explique pas. Mais pour résumé on vit selon ses ressentis et plus selon son mental, on devient pure émotion et on utilise le mental à bon escient et non plus l’inverse, ce n’est plus le mental qui nous emprisonne dans ses ronces de mensonges.

Pour en finir avec cette looongue page de mon journal, voici les plans de la marche d’aujourd’hui.

Partis de la maison puis ayant marché jusqu’à ce que Akiko nous réceptionne

En voiture depuis les fontaines (Situées pas si loin du lieu où Akiko nous a récupérés si vous regardez bien) jusqu’au sanctuaire Kamayama.

Là, les étoiles jaunes, représentent tous les sanctuaires avec lesquels je suis connectée. Si on compte la maison d’Akiko ça fait 5 Aller, j’aimerais beaucoup me mettre à étudier sérieusement mes kanjis mais, il me reste beaucoup de travail, je dois couper toute l’herbe. Cela dit si je ne suis pas trop épuisée ce soir, je vais au mois écrire à l’ambassade Suisse pour doubler mon Visa. Je sens que je dois rester, alors je vais rester.

#13 août 2018 #japan #japon #miko #forêt

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