#Son Of Lumbre

[shortlesstuff]

HELLOOOOOO

i havent posted on this account in a minute but wtver

so new hyperfixation with not a big enough fandom i read the sunbearer trials duology and i was trying to indulge after finishing celestial monsters. GUESS WHAT I FIND OUT this fandom has some loyal ass fans but not enough i go on ao3 and not enough ffs and tumblr there is a lot but I'VE WENT THROUGH IT

now im contemplating writing stuff abt tsbt so im gonna reread it a bunch and try my hand at writing this stuff probably wont get posted for a while but i love teo aurelio niya and xio AND EVERYBODY EXCLUDES XIO LIKE I LOVE THEIR CHARACTER AND THEIR LITTLE BOND WITH TEO THEY ARE SO CUTE such older brother younger sibling energy and i need more 😛 so i am taking this into my own hands

AND aurelio and auristela(Idk if i spelled her name right) they are so cute such a cute sibling relationship like idk why but fr love them. Like their so protective of eachother bc their all they have like FUCK LUMBRE that bitch can actually khs

I'M GONNA START WRITING HEADCANONS yall are gonna see a crap ton of head canons probably or not idk yet but im gonna start using this acc again so IGNORE ALLL PAST POSTS AND PROMISES

[rose-lalondde]

i believe in autistic aurelio

[mimi-croissant]

Sunbearer Trials doodles bring them back to me

[yourfandomlawyer]

So. In The Sunbearer Trials (no spoilers for the sequel except at the VERY end). Diosa Lumbre like- very obviously doesn't want her son hanging out with jades, and that's why she and Auristela convince Aurelio to stop talking to Teo. But what if it's more complicated than that? What if Diosa Lumbre had someone once- before the twins' father- who she loved. A jade diosa she wished to spend the rest of eternity with. But one day, they got in a fight, and Diosa Lumbre lost control. She was too powerful for the jade diosa to have a chance against, and while dioses can't die, Lumbre's love was lost to this plane forever, her physical form reduced to ash. She went to Sol for help, but Sol warned her that healing the past only leads to it being forgotten. One day, Lumbre would have a child, one whose destiny it was to lead to the sacrifice of a jade. So, Lumbre remembered. She kept all of her children away from the jade semidioses. Until Aurelio. It didn't matter how much she scolded him; Aurelio would always run back to Teo. So, Lumbre told him of his destiny. She warned him that, if he continued like this, he would one day kill Teo because of his strength. She convinced Auristela to keep an eye on him. Aurelio was good. He stayed away from Teo to keep him safe.

Years later, when he saw the crown above Teo's head, he realized that everything he did to keep his friend safe from him was in vain. That it was their destiny to be atop the Sol Temple together at the end of the trials. Aurelio did all he could to ensure that wouldn't happen. He helped Teo train and gave him advice just so he wouldn't have to plunge the obsidian blade into the heart of the jade, just as his mother had warned.

(then in Celestial Monsters the jade whose sacrifice Aurelio led to ended up being Dios Suerte, but hey, at least he didn't directly murder the boy he loved like he always thought he would)

[waltfrasescazadordepalabras]

Soy vanidosa, déspota, blasfema, Soberbia, altiva, ingrata, desdeñosa; pero conservo aún la tez de rosa. La lumbre del infierno a mi me quema. Es de cristal cortado mi sistema. Soy ególatra, fría, tumultuosa. Me quiebro frágil como mariposa. Yo misma he construido mi anatema. Soy perversa, malvada, vengativa. Es prestada mi sangre y fugitiva. Mis pensamientos son muy taciturnos. Mis sueños de pecado son nocturnos. Soy histérica, loca desquiciada; pero a la eternidad ya sentenciada

(Guadalupe Amor - Letanía de mis defectos)

[i-oooo]

CUTE BAKER LOVE INTEREST STARTER PACK:

Kit Fairfield (he/him), from "the Pairing" by Casey McQuiston

Annabeth Chase (she/her) from all the "Percy Jackson" series by Rick Riordan

Syd (no pronouns) from "Heartbreak Bakery" by A. R. Capetta

Aurelio son of Lumbre (he/him), from "the Sunbearer Trials" duology by Aiden Thomas

Maylee of Murk (she/her), from "Bookshops & Bonedust" by Travis Baldree

Who's YOUR crush?

[la-semillera]

Alejandra Acosta & Carmen Conde

Nostalgia de mujer

Mil años ante Ti son como sueño. Como de aguas el grosor de una avenida. Hierba que en la mañana crece, florece y crece en la mañana aunque a la tarde es cortada y se seca. ¿Qué es el tiempo ante Ti, qué son los truenos que blandes contra mí cuando me nombras? Pavor siento a tu idea, te veo hosco mirándome en la lumbre de tu Arcángel. La espada Tú también, eres el filo y el pomo que se aprieta con el puño. Para verte a Ti mismo me has nacido. Por no estar solo con tu omnipotencia. Soy la nada, soy de tiempo, soy un sueño... Agua que te fluye, hierba ácida que cortas sin amor... Tú no me quieres.

Carmen Conde

[nervoustoastthing]

I just finished the sunbearer trials and

adjdkdjslsllla

i‘m not okay.

like, not that i didn’t expect Teo to not kill the sacrifice or for the obsidians to be involved somehow, but i was still shaking in anticipation and crying.

I really really hope nothing happens to Xio!! I know he like betrayed them, but he is my son who is autistic and i just want him to be happy!!!!

HOLY SHIT AURISTELA BEING LAST!! I did not expect that!! (I expected like Xochi or something because they’re like not that important) Also if i was Aurelio I wouldn’t have forgiven Teo like that.

WHEN I CATCH YOU LUMBRE I SWEAR!!! YOU DO NOT GET TO HURT MY BOY LIKE THAT AND THEN LATER ACT LIKE EVERYTHING IS ALRIGHT AND GIVE HIM A LITTLE GIFT FOR HIS QUEST!!!!

Also the weird black eye thingy was totally Venganza or Xio right?? like we can’t just keep ignoring that *cough* Luna *cough*

Luna dying, honestly good riddance. She totally knew what was happening and just didn’t bother to tell anyone. I also just really dislike her.

I‘m sorry this is really incoherent :(( still processing what happened.

SORRY I NEVER ANSWERED THIS 😭😭😭😭

HOLY SHIT YEAH!!!!

YOU SHOULD READ THE NEW ONE, IT WRAPS EVERYTHING UP!!

[kpwx]

«Palabras para el desencuentro», de Ernesto de la Peña

Este libro reúne la mayor parte de la obra poética que escribió Ernesto de la Peña. Es un tipo de poesía culta y compleja que requiere leerse lentamente si se quiere entender por completo. Utiliza un lenguaje más ampuloso de lo que me suele gustar a mí, aunque el tono y los temas que toca son ciertamente interesantes. Al igual que en sus ensayos y en sus programas de radio, su poesía refleja bien la amplísima cultura que tenía.

Un largo fragmento de “De la ausencia”.

Si con poner así, a tientas, con zozobra un vértigo arterial en las alturas un desandar lo que otros caminaron y desvivir lo ya vivido adentro con la más fina piel de las entrañas con la más tierna flora del amor la más fecunda yema que se abre al alborozo descometer los gestos y la historia y volver a ese tallo, a esta raíz, esta promesa apenas para estar de verdad un solo instante incandescente una sola sonrisa que torne primavera las montañas o funda en sal y lumbre los delgados adioses de la muerte para estar y tocar y decirse: —Esto es así. Mas aquí estamos, de pie y a oscuras, en la piedra; nada nos corresponde de este rápido abismo las estrellas que amamos se apagaron afuera de nosotros y cuando dimos voces de socorro se quedaron allí colgadas de la noche. Pero si esta volátil permanencia esta tela de agua que se vuelca hacia nunca esta sombra que hizo, un segundo, gala en un espejo y trocó su solidez de humo por solidez de inútiles recuerdos, si en este desquiciado corazón que dice el mundo y se solloza a solas si en esta luz de nómada en derrota hubo alguna vez una mañana dúctil de alegría en que se oyeron sílabas hermanas de un ayer inconvocable si aquí tu cuerpo redundó por un momento en goce porque hay rostros de savia y olas en el mar, porque hay niños que atrapan la verdadera ofrenda de la vida y la arrojan en globos al espacio y el hombre se tropieza, y sigue, y reamanece; si hay levantadas brisas transoceánicas con su música escueta de sal vivificante y su inundada herrumbre de tesoros y peces trashumantes, es que estuvimos en esta torva desnudez de gracia en esta confusión de ágiles espadas y caminamos, tarde, y regresamos y en todas partes nuestros gritos eran como el peso cabal de la libélula o la danza de amor de los insectos o el romperse del mar en una playa pronto desertada…

[shady-scripter]

Whumptober Day21

(“Don’t Move”)

Testing out writing for a new fandom :3

The tree’s canopy plunged them in darkness, only Aurelio’s flames giving them light. Even his flames hurt him. They probably didn’t have much time before Aurelio couldn’t take anymore.

Teo and Niya walked behind the son of Diosa Lumbre. Teo didn’t want to come back here. He had only been here once, but he hated Los Restos to mighty Sol and back. It was crazy that Sol’s light itself couldn’t reach Los Restos. The only gods here were the Obsidians. The Obsidians wanted Teo and his friends as slaves. They had already enslaved Xio.

No. They had Xio betray him. Xio betrayed Teo because of them. Xio was being controlled. He wouldn’t-

Teo shook his head, hoping the thoughts would go away.

“You good?” Niya’s voice broke the silence.

“Define good and maybe I’ll tell you,” Teo's voice dripped with sarcasm.

“I’m sure none of us are good, Niya,” Aurelio spoke, his voice low and grim. His flame flickered a little brighter for only a second. Almost like it was a joke.

“Forgive me for trying to comfort you.”

“I’m not good. I’m sorry about all of this. Maybe Auristela didn’t have to be the sacrifice. What if I-“

“Don’t say that,” Aurelio cut him off. “If anything, it should be a god who sacrifices themself. They don’t die as easily as we do.”

“Sounds like you’ve been thinking about this,” Niya huffed.

“I have.”

Teo hummed. “I don’t think that this is the best time for shit talking, but honestly, fuck these guys.”

Niya and Aurelio hummed in agreement.

“Especially your mom,” Niya nudged Aurelio, “She can suck on my hard sixteen inch-“

“Niya, enough!” Aurelio’s flame flickered again, a small laugh escaping his lips. The other two joined that giggling.

“Sixteen inches is crazy!” Teo laughed.

A crack of a branch rang through the laughter in Los Restos. The three stopped laughing immediately.

“Don’t move,” Aurelio snuffed his fire out, plunging them all into darkness. Teo knew that it was to cover them. He also knew that it was Aurelio’s hope that the monster was tracking by sound.

Los Restos never saw the light of day. The only way you could find food here was by sound or having night vision. Maybe Niya and Aurelio could track by sound, but Teo couldn’t.

Teo stood still with bated breaths. It was silent for only a moment.

“Aurelio?!” The voice was almost squeaky, like a child’s. That was because it did belong to a child.

Aurelio lit another flame. In front of them, stood Atzi, the daughter of Tempestoso. She was covered in cuts and bruises and gashes and wounds. Aurelio nearly tripped over his feet while trying to take a step toward her.

Teo grabbed Aurelio’s non-dominant arm to keep him back. “It could be a trick,” Teo whispered.

Atzi started limping toward the three, tears threatening to spill. “I-I wanna go home…” the girl reached for Aurelio.

Aurelio looked over to Teo and then Niya. Niya shooker her head. They all took steps back.

“Please don’t leave me!” Atzi cried. “I want to go home!”

Teo could feel tears start to form in his eyes. He couldn’t help himself. All of this was his fault. If he had decided to use himself as a sacrifice, or just didn’t put that blade in Xio’s hands, none of these people would be in pain. “I’m sorry…”

Atzi’s head snapped in his direction, her eyes lit a blinding white. Thunder cracked up above. He’d known the feeling of being struck by lightning. All of your muscles seized and you blacked out.

A rod of lightning appeared in Atzi’s hand. “You did this to her!”

Her…

“It’s an imposter! Run!” Aurelio shot a volley of fireballs at the imposter and they began to run. Aurelio kept his arm alight as a torch.

Teo dodged lightning bolts, then he was dodging spurts of water, then the three were being chased by a jaguar.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“You’re making everyone else panic with your panicking, Teo!” Niya shouted.

“We’re being chased by a fucking jaguar!”

Niya turned around, facing the imposter of Ocelo, and stomped on the ground. The imposter ran straight into the wall of rock that Niya created.

Niya turned around. Teo and Aurelio were far ahead. “Guys!” She shouted. The two slowed down to let her catch up. “You guys really left me?!”

Teo shrugged. “Sorry, this shit is like a horror movie. I don’t have to fight, I just have to run faster.”

Niya punched Teo’s shoulder lightly. “Fair point, but I’ll remember that.”

“Please don’t-”

“If it got Niya, you would’ve been next, just so you know,” Aurelio joked, his flames going down to only his finger tips.

It was crazy that Teo was the only one out of breath. If Niya hadn’t done that, he probably would’ve died first.

“Minorities always die first…” Teo mumbled.

“What minority do you belong to that we don’t?” Aurelio smiled.

Teo thought for a second. “I’m transgender and also pretty gay.”

“Let’s be honest, if you’re a semidios and you’re not a flavor of gay, you’re confused,” Niya stated.

Teo huffed at himself for not thinking about this the first time around. “I’m a Jade.”

Niya opened her mouth, then shut it, then looked over at Aurelio, who shrugged. Teo smiled. He won.

“Where are we?” Niya quickly changed the subject.

“Fuck if I know.”

“I wasn’t asking you, Teo!” She whisper-shouted.

“Ocelo never stopped a chase because of a simple inconvenience. Where did that imposter go?” Aurelio’s thoughts came out of his mouth. It rang in between Teo and Niya’s ears.

“You’re right, Ocelo is a relentless fucker,” Niya hummed.

One thing Teo knew about Ocelo was their stubbornness. A hit to the head wouldn’t stop them. Not even a giant squid stopped them.

“I think that we should be glad that these things are giving us a break,” Teo said.

“I think we should be glad that no diose has found us yet.”

Teo and Niya shushed Aurelio. “Do not jinx us that badly,” Teo whispered.

“If only it were that easy to revoke bad luck, huh?” A deep voice spoke from their left. The three froze.

Teo recognized that voice. “Mala Suerte…” he whispered. He didn’t know if it was relief or anger or sadness he was overcome with. Maybe it was all of the above.

“Mala Suerte,” Aurelio’s voice was low, like a darkness crept into his body. Aurelio’s fire grew brighter.

Niya readied herself, ready to transform her sword or shield if needed.

Teo’s wings puffed up.

“Bad luck isn’t something that you inflict on yourself. It’s given to you,” The Dios said. There was an accent in his voice. One of longing and sorrow.

“What are you doing here?” Niya nearly growled.

“I came to find my son.”

Teo’s heart dropped. “Xio isn’t your son. He’s Venganza’s.” Even Teo noticed the edge in his voice.

“I raised him. He’s my son.”

“He betrayed the world because of his father!” Aurelio’s temper was running very thin.

“Venganza is not his father and I will not allow anyone to hurt him!” Mala Suerte’s booming voice made the trees sway. “I care not for his mistakes! I care not for his blood! I raised him, even if his mother lied to me, I raised him! He. Is. My. Son.” Mala Suerte took a breath. “Now, would you like my help to save your friends? Or would you rather die a horrible death against the Obsidians?”

“We’d be safer without you,” Niya spoke in a whisper, her voice trembling. “The Obsidians can sense dioses…”

Silence rang loud in Los Restos. Dread set in Teo and Aurelio’s spines.

Niya was right. The Obsidians can sense other dioses. Mala Suerte is a dios.

“Oh shit…” Mala Suerte muttered.

“What bad luck you have, Little Suerte!” Another voice laughed.

“What misfortune you’ve brought upon these semidioses, right?” The semidios’s bodies went rigged, fear flying to their heads.

“How unlucky for these semidioses, huh?”

Shadowy figures appeared behind Mala Suerte.

In seconds, Mala Suerte had appeared in front of Teo, Niya, and Aurelio, his arms out as if he were trying to protect them. “Run!” The dios shouted over his shoulder.

They ran without question, Mala Suerte’s screams echoed behind them.

[las-microfisuras]

ADONDE TÚ POR AIRE CLARO VAS

Adonde tú por aire claro vas,

en sombra yo, o en hojarasca breve,

te he seguido. Yo mismo sombra soy

de ti. Y no puedes tú notar que yo

te siga, yo, callado tras de ti,

lumbre contigo o nieve de tu mano.

Y veo tu mirar, mas siempre esquivo,

oscuro y amoroso, en huertos altos

que tú para tu amor los cercas. Fuentes,

aves, la reja de la casa sueño

ser yo, la claridad, su vuelo limpio,

el aire entre los hierros. Pero tú,

a mi través, cuando me miras, creo

que estás mirando a otro, de no verme.

Y ya la fuente, el ave, las espadas

de la verja no son nada. La tarde

su rosa le retira al vaso. Pétalos

sólo, los continentes que parecen

sobre la mesa, a ti te los ofrezco,

te envío su gobierno, y yo, la sombra.

[silvmarenostrum]

Paella de mariscos, típico plato de la cocina española en general y mediterránea en particular. Riquísima en todas sus versiones, que son muchas, y sobre todo si se hace a la lumbre, como muestra la foto.

[docesesentaysiete]

Es ésta una ciudad conversacional, y hasta los silencios resultan comunicativos y basta con dar lumbre o pedirla, basta con el gracioso pistoletazo del encendedor o la antorcha minúscula de la cerilla para que todo el pasado campamental de este pueblo se encienda en secretas hogueras, que nuevamente son conversación y trato.

Francisco Umbral, Si hubiéramos sabido que el amor era eso

[mimi-croissant]

A bunch of goofy shit posts as Sunbearer Trials characters

[amamesuavecito]

Alguien más que no duerme

Escucho el taconeo firme de pasos que suben o bajan escaleras, pisadas que van y vienen. No escucho voces, solo murmullos y zumbidos. El ruido se va desvaneciendo pero jamás se termina; es como un coro en el que las voces se van superponiendo en distintos matices de armonías. Son las primeras horas de la noche y hace calor. Camino por la calle 37 desde la avenida 9 hasta Broadway. Son pocas cuadras pero oscuras; no hay bares ni restaurantes en esa parte de Chelsea, solo basura y hombres durmiendo en la calle. Algunos se masturban y el sonido es como el de dos manos débiles intentando aplaudir. Escucho mis pasos por la calle 37: son largos y rigurosos. A veces me prendo un cigarrillo, a veces prefiero no evidenciar mi presencia y camino mordiéndome la comisura de los dedos hasta sentir que sangran y encontrar el sabor a herrumbre, que es el mismo que hay en la escalera de la parada de subway de Greenpoint Avenue. Sigo mi camino, doblo en Broadway. Atravieso Union Square. Podría entrar a la estación, sentarme en paz en algún vagón parcialmente vacío de la línea L, cerrar los ojos hasta Lorimer St y ahí cambiar a la G hasta Metropolitan Avenue, mientras escucho los timbres, las puertas que se cierran y se abren, la voz encantadora del señor que dice «stand clear of the closing doors, please». Podría, pero prefiero caminar unas cuadras más y pasar por Astor Place. Me gusta esa callecita tomada por personas vociferando y mozos apilando platos y cubiertos. Todo se vuelve una especie de música. No es propiamente música, son ruidos. La noche está llena de ellos y son, en términos de sonidos permanentemente evocables, únicos y a la vez iguales. Por ejemplo, el paso apremiante de ratas o comadrejas en apuros, que cruzan pastizales en el campo y corren detrás de —o escapando de— quién sabe qué alimaña no es muy distinto al de aquellos bichos en la ciudad. Aunque esas zancadas en el campo se sientan por el mullido ruido del fardo o los pastizales y acá sobre charcos de agua y cemento, hay algo que los reúne: la urgencia, la huída. Hay dos recuerdos que tengo de la noche cuando era niña. Uno es en el campo, cuando me atemorizaba el fantasma del farol, una luz que, decían los lugareños, aparecía de noche flotando en el campo. También decían que no debíamos temerle, porque el fantasma estaba atrapado entre los vidrios de un candil. Pero las veces que la vi, a lo lejos, tuve tanto miedo que no pude dormir. Y en esas noches de insomnio recordé siempre una misa del padre Gabriel a la que había ido con mi madre, que decía:

Entonces San Francisco de Asís dijo: Alabado seas, mi Señor, por el hermano fuego, por el cual iluminas la noche, y es bello y alegre y vigoroso y fuerte. Y es por esto que debemos alabar a nuestro Señor con humildad: por haber creado la lumbre; por habernos dado el amanecer después de la oscuridad. Por sus llamas que, con pasión y vehemencia iluminan Su creación.

Pensé, entonces, que el fantasma del farol era una creación de Dios para alumbrar la oscuridad. Pero ahí vino mi padre a explicarme que esa fosforescencia no era ni un fantasma ni algo celestial: era un efecto producido por la descomposición de materias orgánicas sobre el suelo, es decir, cuerpos de animales muertos. Aquella interpretación me resultó mucho más repulsiva. Recuerdo haber tenido la sensación de haber llegado a mi primer descubrimiento, pero a mi padre no le gustaban esas ideas, entonces prefirió que pensara, ya no que creyera sino que, efectivamente, supiera, viera, entendiera que se trataba de carne en descomposición. La espera de la línea G en Court Sq. es verdaderamente penosa. Un hombre se pone a blasfemar pero no lo entiendo porque está borracho, aunque distingo perfectamente las palabras God, fuck y shit. Señala las vías del tren. No hay nada en las vías, salvo ratas que, a esta hora, pueden caminar por los tirantes sin arriesgar ni un pelo de su bigote. Me subo al tren. El hombre golpea la puerta y grita algo ininteligible que luego, como si se presentara ante mí una revelación, resultó ser «screw you, bitch». Me pregunto si logré escapar a tiempo o si la borrachera lo había acobardado tanto como para insultarme desde la plataforma de la estación mientras mi tren se iba. Es solo una parada hasta Greenpoint Ave El calor agobiante, el viento que arde, el olor a herrumbre (¿o será sangre?) me saludan como una hilera de marineros al capitán.   El edificio en el que vivo tiene tres pisos y no tiene ascensor. Se puede subir al techo si tenemos cuidado y caminamos por las vigas. Subo al techo bastante seguido y veo, frente a mí, del otro lado del East River, una infinidad de luces. Pienso en que hay alguien más que no duerme. Muchos más no duermen. Imagino qué pensarán o si estarán pensando en lo que hay de mi lado, aunque yo dejé las luces apagadas. Entonces me enciendo un cigarrillo. La brasa parece ser lo único que ilumina cerca de mí. No hay luces en este barrio, solo las de neón de la pizzería Triangolo, en la esquina. Levanto el cigarro y lo pongo a la altura de las luces de la gran ciudad. Entrecierro un ojo para enfocar, acerco y alejo el cigarrillo hasta que la brasa tiene el mismo tamaño que una ventana de las del otro lado. En ese momento pienso que algo me incomoda de lo cercano y algo de lo remoto. Algo sobre lo luminoso y la fe.

[waltfrasescazadordepalabras]

Vuelca luz y sonrisa, ¡no tus lágrimas!, dama y señora, señora, dama de mi pasión! ¡Apaga mi deseo en senos de algodón y derrite locura con calor de tu llama que es lumbre de mi vida, rescoldo de tu flama!... Bella tu melodía, susurro de canción como una dulce nana con notas de tu son que endulzan nuestras bocas con frescor de la grama. ¡Tú, mi razón, mi fuego, dame tu alma en amparo, acógeme en tus vientos mostrándome tus brisas, reposa en mis pupilas, tú, sueño vivo y claro! ¡Sí, despiértame al alba sin las calmas sumisas, guíame por tus mares, llévame hasta tu faro para alejar mi miedo que pende en tus cornisas!"

(José Luís Parrón Camacho)