#Temoc

[avakkins-alter]

Morrigan 🦇 | temoc

[arcadebroke]

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[gamingisalifestyle]

Yuna by temoc

[femondoetus]

2B by temoc

[kurashikeys]

temoc almotil, known misogynist and the last priest of a religion that was built upon blood sacrifices, man who tried to kill his son's lesbian bff the last time he was on screen bc she technically counts as a virgin bc she never had sex with a man so his gods would accept her as a sacrifice, calling out his son's language as being ableist is.

well, its nuts

[kalluzeb4later]

Just some Kalluzeb stats...or at least an ATTEMPT

Garazeb Orrelios

6 ft 11 in. (2.1 meters) (one site said he was 7'6"??? Make up your minds!)

253.5 lbs (115 Kg)

Born 44 BBY

(Nice and easy)

Alexsandr Kallus

6 ft 5 in. (1.95 meters) (goddamn, the Empire likes the big don't they? but also WTF? Hayden Christensen/Anankin was 6ft? or Anakin was 6'4" depending on the website you look at and Vader is 6'8"????)

198 lbs (90Kg)

Born "Between 44-35 BBY" (So what, did Kallus family not note the year he was born? Didn't care? what age did the Empire go with? Is he Zeb's age or Ahsoka's age or a year younger than Ahsoka WTF!?)

What I've learned from this is that there is its all fiction nothing makes sense canon is all over the place make up whatever you want in the end to make a story work

ALso

Dont trust superherobd.com OMG they said Kallus was 77????? like HWERE did THAT number even come from?

[hiddenschools]

Aragorn here is half the Craft Sequence characters I swear to gods. Tara. Izza. Kai. Teo. Caleb. Gal. Elayne. Temoc. "The dead will suffer me."

The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King (2003)

[dummy-dot-exe]

Morrigan by temoc@temoc_jpg

[arctic-blade]

temoc on X: "ティファ(tifa) #FF7R #FF7 https://t.co/FPjN3r05hn" / X

[miraruinada]

"Nero! We've breached Rome! Nero! Do you read? Nero!" Temoc kept calling through the transmitter. People rushed past him as they were finally able to flee the temple grounds after that large explosion from the temple heights. He stood alone, holding the receiver, waiting to hear any response.

"COMANDANTEEEEEE!"

He yelled at the temple. He could hear the crowds scream, the smouldering fires atop the temple, the lingering crackling of ichor being spent, the tree branches still swaying from the shockwaves of the explosion, the dying mewls of the monsters that had been summoned, everything but what he had hoped to hear.

There was no response.

Atop the temple heights, a death god does not smile. Instead, he bows his head at the corpse on the ground before him.

"To think for a second there I was actually afraid. You became too grounded in this world. Too bad. I feel cheated of an earned win."

The Ignacio who did not die was overwritten by the Ignacio that did die. The memories that weren't his, the legends that weren't attributed to him, the power that he never used, it had all been slowly infesting his soul, like an invasive entity that was being filled by the world as if a bug solidified in amber. Finally, even the same fate had been written into him. Hun'ahau managed to cut across his shoulder down to his waist. He paid his respects. Then he disappeared.

"No..."

Ayalu waded through the crowd and stopped. She watched the temple burn and fell to her knees.

"I was too late..."

With the crowds, a maid walked swiftly, biting her lip to stop herself from screaming out in frustration.

"He failed, Temoc. We're moving."

"But Coman--"

"We don't stop for deadweight!"

Celia rushes out, taking one last glance at the temple heights and sees on the altar a corpse with its chest torn open and heart taken out as an offering to the gods.

"Comandante..."

Outside the temple grounds, in the bedroom of a safehouse, one is left to heal from her wounds, another left to guard her.

"..."

Anayeli sat knees up, cradling her face in her arms.

Esperanza didn't move from her seat. Spent and grieving, she didn't react to anything around her.

"...Liar."

Woes of the True Policeman; Alone Among Ghosts.

[bootyandgeekeries]

By temoc

[shanks]

temoc

[booksandchainmail]

It was, Temoc had often reflected, quite convenient that some sorts of malevolent witchcraft had the grace to look malevolent. It was not so often with the Craft. Those cradled within its skeletal palm did not see the flayed hillsides, the dammed rivers drowning canyons, the fields poisoned with necromantic sludge and heavy metals, the burning lakes, the slow advancing ice caps. They saw air-conditioning and zombies to sweep their streets, designer textiles, good trains, golem shipping, the nightmare telegraph. He wondered what the world would look like from inside these blasphemies. Systems, like people, tended to vent their awfulness outward.

- Wicked Problems, by Max Gladstone

[spaceferren-comics]

Temoc! The ‘evil’ alternate of Comet!

Well, ‘Evil’.. turns out he’s the ORIGINAL Comet, and he’s a little pissed he’s been replaced! I mean.. the hero team is called ‘The Paradox’ for a reason~

Multiversal shenanigans! -Typhon. Art by Kitsune

[ninxsmuertxs]

Una noche entre adictxs al Catnip

Por Darío Beltrán.

“Aún alcanzo a llegar”, me repetía a mí mismo mientras veía como mis planes se complicaban poco a poco para salir de Guadalajara después de una mañana en que el trabajo se alargó y una tormenta retrasó aún más mi llegada a Zamora para el concierto Adictxs al Catnip. Miraba las actualizaciones de Aleex Raptor en redes donde anunciaban que iniciarían a las 6 con la presentación de un sencillo y una pequeña tertulia. A esa hora apenas estaba cruzando el puente de la frontera estatal en La Barca.

Me llené de alivio cuando le pagué al conductor del taxi que me dejó en la puerta de La Colmena y percibí que aún no se escuchaba música. Entré al foro y sentí alegría al ver tantas caras conocidas, había una energía en el aire que me recordó otras noches y otras bandas en esta misma ciudad. Fui por algo de tomar y en la barra encontré recuerdos del extinto Soft Lounge (saludos a Frank), "el eterno retorno" dicen los filósofos. 

Regresé a mi lugar justo a tiempo para escuchar a Tutute, quién siempre me llena de calorcito el corazón. Ella, que se ha presentado fuera del país, cantó con la confianza de quién está en casa y juega de local; donde no hay nervios y sólo está la alegría de los reencuentros pendientes que habían quedado colgados hace tiempo. Con una voz de ensueño nos llevó por escenas sencillas y familiares. Tiempo aquí y Particular me conmovieron mucho.

Después llegó el turno de Rosas: artista que conforma parte del tour presentando su Neo Trova después de algunos años de no estar por acá. Hizo un recorrido por su material con canciones como Átomo y Sandía; además del nuevo lanzamiento Pasos. Un momento mágico fue cuando leyó el poema Los Nadies escrito por Eduardo Galeano: una declaratoria de principios sin duda. 

Habíamos llegado a la mitad de la velada y Aleex Raptor con su hermano Armando tomaron el escenario. Con la seguridad que te da saberte esperado desde hace tiempo entregaron un set potente lleno de éxitos desde Asteroides hasta Colchón (su más reciente sencillo). Invitaron a Rosas a echar un palomazo; coverearon a Junior H y complacieron la petición de un wey que les pidió Como nacen los punks con Feio Villanueva al bajo para está canción. Presentación redonda.

Para terminar la noche llegó el turno de Feiow Sad y la banda Los Muchachos de los Ojos Tristes: Temoc, Coché y Alex. Sin miedo a negar su historia emo punk, entregaron un show con fuertes guiños al pasado, un cover de My Chemical Romance, canciones de los tiempos de Medio Litro (anterior banda de Feio) y material más reciente como Aprendiz fueron el cierre perfecto para esta dosis de Catnip.

Al parar la música se sentía la euforia en las conversaciones, los abrazos se sucedieron entre amistades y familia, sabíamos que era una noche para recordar.

¿Qué es una escena músical? Me pregunto mientras escribo esto. Los que saben del tema la definen como un conjunto de bandas que comparten un sonido, escenarios y una base de fans a los que les gusta su música, pero siento que esas palabras se quedan cortas cuando tienes noches como la presentación de Adictxs al Catnip. La escena es ver crecer a las bandas que escuchabas en vivo cuando los años pesaban menos, es ser testigo de su profesionalización en todos los aspectos: ver cómo su merch se vuelve icónica (shout-out a @armandomerch), como su producción cada vez es más cuidada (escenografía, sonido, marketing) y cómo poco a poco se van volviendo artistas que conectan con las personas a niveles que van más allá de lo que habían pensado inicialmente. Mientras suena El Monstruo Aquél, recuerdo esta noche con la gente que quiero y admiro deseando que la fortuna les sonría en su camino.

Edición por: Carmen Medina.

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[kurashikeys]

oh im loving this trio