#ancia

[manhwasedit]

Manhwa: Me convertí en la esposa del monstruoso príncipe heredero/ The little princess and her monster prince

[primepaginequotidiani]

PRIMA PAGINA Il Quotidiano Del Sud di Oggi giovedì, 10 ottobre 2024

[pbjelly90art]

Spaceverse sketch dump for Faer, part 1!

There will be a LOT of Faer related sketches, so I'll have to break this up into quite a few posts. This first batch covers a wide range of key Faer characters, all in color or at least as works in progress (I'm often too lazy to shade lol.)

Included here in order are: younger Sylvania (Sylvie) and Colin, Sylvie with Tarsus, Leona and Pyper, more Sylvie sketches with Tarsus too, then Cadenza with Adam that happened to be on that page as well, some sketches of Eirwen and Titus together, then some of Eirwen solo, Ancia with Arlen, Arlen, Cael, Argo, Virgo (not related but happens to be on that page), Serena, Nerida, Damla, Dalit, Ancia, Verne, Tytos, Tyrana, Azarina, Dahlia, the Morrigan, some Tigerlily sketches, Marci, Ainar, Alysanne (Alys), Gwyneira (Eira), Angela (not related but on this page), Sierra, Sylvius, Ijsbrand (Brand), Olcan, Daracha, Thoren, Sar, Eirwen and Nestos.

Argo, Arlen, Tarsus, Titus, Virgo, Adam, and Sierra belong to Sakume, and Leona belongs to Cookie. The rest of the characters belong to me.

[coldbrewnette]

Seeing brands coming out w their fall collections is making me so excited for the cold weather and the holidays <333

[chierry]

eu me pergunto se exatamente porque eles podem ter uma jornada tao longa e linda que as pessoas acabam meio que ignorando o casal... tem muitos que eu vejo que tem uma dinamica incrivel mas precisa de mais esforço pra deixar eles no status de "now they are the couple of my dreams" e talvez Lasis seja nesse barco infeliz onde eles podem ser incriveis, mas ninguem ve 🥲 Acho que ate nas fics mais porra loka de GC que eu lia era raro achar

Sou multishipper fiel, então sempre aqui para falar que qualquer casal fofo 🫡

fã de gc e twisted wonderland... my sibling in christ please pick a struggle (também sou fã dos dois

nao pode ter um cast de cabelo colorido que bate um no outro com arminha de plastico que eu já sou fã é uma maldição pro resto da vida </3

[glittertrail]

Veías Art Attack? Si lo veías: Cuál era tu manualidad favorita? Te salían bien o te quedaban un curro?

SI

y siempre he sido fan de las manualidades dhdlfhdl mis padres son ingenieros y no tenían la menor idea de qué hacer conmigo así que me mandaban a cualquier cursillo de cosas que podía haber para hacer cosas con las manos y obviously dejarme ver art attack solo me daba más ancia de hacer cosas.

Mi favorita era la maqueta de playa, no sé si te acuerdas de ella

Cual era la tuya?

ask me anything you feel like

[quilomb0-mental]

Hoy es un día de esos que necesitaba volver aca, al menos por hoy, volver a escribir, a pensar, a entrar un poquito de nuevo en mi. Las cosas no andan saliendo como pienso o espero, va, nose si si digo por mi o por lo que pasa en mi mente, pero en fin, sea cual sea es lo mismo y todo se refleja en mi sentimiento triste y agobiante. Trato de buscar distracciones, juego, salgo a correr, escucho música pero al final del día mi cabeza va a esas cosas que se alojan en lo profundo de mi, hace tiempo no me pasaba y basto tener ganas de volver a escribir para darme cuenta y asumir que si. Es raro de explicar lo que me pasa pero a muchas cosas ya no le encuentro sentido, también tiene bastante que ver nuestras peleas pero entendí que son porque somos diferentes, ya no me siento lo mismo en tu vida por mas que te amo con locura y nose como hacértelo saber, son contadas las cosas que me charlas al final de tu día, ni siquiera me dirigiste ni una palabra de como pasaste tu cumpleaños o que hiciste con tus amigas, cuando antes me contabas hasta lo mas mínimo, yo muero contándote cada cosa que me pase porque al fin y al cabo intento resguardarme un poquito en vos. Antes esperábamos con ancias el día que estemos libres para hacer algún plan del nuestro y todo eso se convirtió en horas calladas, se que no son los mismos tiempos, hay otras ocupaciones actualmente en el medio pero siempre que se quiere hay tiempo para hablar al menos. Es complicado ya pensar en esto, hay una distancia importante de por medio, inseguridades muy difíciles de manejar al igual que es prácticamente imposible imaginarse un futuro, en donde estemos mas cerca, pero no es culpa tuya ni mia, sino que la vida ya nos junto de esa manera, nos tiramos a una pileta sin ver que había adentro y mucho menos pensar en las consecuencias. Soy partidaria que no tiene nada de malo y es entendible si alguna de las dos no quiere seguir con esto y hablo en el sentido amor solamente, porque lo que nunca voy a querer es que te vayas de mi vida, volviendo al tema, no le veo lo malo porque lamentablemente remarco que la distancia es mucha y las cosas son muy difíciles de llevar sin destacar que nos quedan muchas cosas que vivir a ambas y no veo correcto quemar etapas por atarnos sin saber decir lo que cada una quiere, dejando de lado que las dos sabemos que si estuviéramos cerca los pensamientos serian diferente, lo que si se ahora mismo que te amo con locura y te voy a querer de cualquier forma que se de en la vida.

Por otro lado volví a pensar un poquito en las cosas que me atormentaron en un pasado y en este ejemplo entra la persona que mas me destruyo emocionalmente, si bien aprendi mucho de eso y hoy en día veo al amor con mejor perspectiva siento que muchas de mis actitudes se ven reflejadas en esa relación pésima que tuvimos, sin interés, sin ganas, sin tiempo y sobre todo sin amor, porque si me hubiese amado como me juro no me hubiera replanteado mi forma de querer millones de veces. En fin casi nunca te pienso, hay días que ni pasas por mi mente, pero hay noches en las que te sueño y ya nose como evitarlo y eso por mas que no quiera te trae un poco a mi, pero no de una forma linda, sino que triste porque me hace sentir nuevamente que soy esa persona la cual no sabia poner limites, la que se dejaba pisar con cualquier cosa pensando que al final de eso iba a recibir un poco de amor. Me cansa soñarte idealizando que sos diferente o aveces revivir situaciones, se que una ves por un sueño cambie mi rumbo y volví a buscarte pero esta vez tengo muy presente que no va a volver a pasar por nada en el mundo, tuvimos lo que tuvimos y ahi se queda en mi pasado con todas las cosas que me dolieron en su momento.

Esto solo es un descargo mas…

[macarraqui]

La noche oscura de Blas de Otero

Blas de Otero (Bilbao, 1916-Madrid, 1979). Ancia. Colección Visor de Poesía.

[kirstsshake]

ancias para hacer está webada :'v

(créditos al diseño original de Casino Cups: Brightgoat)

[mmushroomwriter]

Ostrich x gn Mc

“It’s so cold, you should hold my hand, so it doesn’t freeze.” “I’m not that cold, I can give you my gloves if you want.”

Please

So I actually wrote this months ago, but completely forgot to post it. Reading it back, I'm actually really happy with it. So apologies for how late it is, but here you go!

This isn't set at any particular point (as in its not exactly pre- or post- book, maybe even closer to an au where the story doesn't happen? idk). Set in the crushing stage for both.

Under the cut for length

(also I love Ostrich instead of Osric. Auto-correct can be very annoying, but very funny. At least three people definitely have him saved as ostrich in their phones).

Ancia is always at its prettiest when it snows.

A layer of white coats the streets and the roofs of buildings, hiding the everpresent grime that coats the city for at least a month. The sky takes on an almost otherworldly purple glow - maybe the only times in your entire life of living in Ancia when you see the sky as anything other than a polluted grey.

It's almost impossible not to fall in love with the city in winter.

Small white flakes drift slowly in the air, completely aimless without a breeze around to guide them. Usually, at such a time it would be too dark to see so many of them, even with the dim orange glow of streetlights, but the sky is illuminated with the light of the full moon - even if the moon itself is not visible behind a wall of clouds.

It's late. No way that it's before midnight, evidence of that being right next to you in the form of Osric Jalava walking home.

That man does not leave a venue before midnight, it's somehow impossible.

You’re pretty sure he’s fully lost his mind, as despite the temperature, he’s dressed pretty much as he always is.

That is truly the one downside to winters in the city - the temperature. Because holy fuck, it's cold. You’re wrapped up in too many layers to count, a full ski jacket on top of jumpers on top of long-sleeve-shirts, with a scarf, hat and snow boots on top of all that. And here this idiot is with nothing more than jeans, a t-shirt covered by a thin pull-over, converse (that are utterly soaked through by this point) and a pair of gloves. And he isn’t even shivering.

For as long as you’ve known Osric he somehow seemed impervious to the cold, but this seemed like a bit much even for him.

The two of you walk silently back to his apartment, as it's a good amount closer to the bar than yours. It isn’t an awkward silence though, it isn’t as though neither of you can think of something to say, it just somehow feels wrong to disturb the night. It's a rare occasion for any street in Ancia to be quiet, especially in Greenplane, but it seems as though the cold has even the hardiest of partiers in bed tonight.

Osric reaches into his back pocket, grabbing out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He places one in his mouth before turning the box to you, tilting it slightly in offering. You consider it for a moment, the warmth would definitely be welcome right about now, but in the end shake your head. He simply shrugs and lights his own before shoving both items back into his pockets.

It's crisp enough that every exhale already comes out looking like a puff of smoke, but now the smell of tobacco mixes with the smell of the air that always comes with winter, the one that is indescribable except for simply the smell of cold.

It’s oddly comforting, you find. It's not the smell of cigarette smoke anymore you suppose, now it’s just the smell of him.

You look at him walking next to you, his eyes ahead but not focusing on anything in particular.

It’s at moments like these that you can’t help but appreciate how pretty he is. With his face basking in the weird mix of purple and orange light and flakes of snow landing on his face like freckles. His hair is a mess (though to be fair, you don’t think you’ve ever seen it not a mess). It’s grown out slightly longer than usual and you know the way it keeps falling in front of his eyes is annoying him - but you also know he won’t be quite bothered enough to do anything about it for probably another month. His lips are ever so slightly curved up into a relaxed smirk, which you’ve come to find is his default expression. You’re not quite sure why it is, but you certainly get why people often think he’s somewhat of a smug bastard before getting to know him. That’s not to say that it’s an entirely inaccurate presumption - he’s certainly a bastard, but he’s not smug, not really… well, maybe sometimes, but no more than your average person. Most of the time it’s an act, inauthentic - a comedic bit that he does for himself that he’s become slightly too good at.

As though he can hear you thinking about him, he turns to look at you, sending you a much more genuine smile. You attempt to smile back, but your chattering teeth make it look a little more like an odd grimace, making him chuckle.

“It’s cold as absolute shit out here.” He tries to say it nonchalantly, turning his eyes back in front of him to avoid yours. He comes to a stop causing you to do the same.

You send him a questioning look, but he doesn’t see it. Instead he looks at his hands intently, as though he’s having a mental argument with them, before pulling off his gloves and holding them out towards you.

You hesitate for a second, causing him to look up. You realise with surprise that he actually looks bashful. It’s strange, as you don’t think you’ve ever seen him look anything other than confident.

“Aren’t you freezing?” you ask, concerned but very tempted to accept the offer.

He shrugs, “I’m not that cold. I’m happy to give you my gloves… you know, if you want.”

You nod, and out of the corner of your eye, you see him grin as you pull them on.

You go to start walking again, but stop as you realise he doesn’t make to follow you.

“Um,” he looks away nervously, an entirely odd sight to see. “Do you wanna, you know…”

He trails off but holds his hand out to you in obvious invitation.

You grin, is the Osric Jalava actually nervous to ask you to hold his hand?

“Just because you’re cold and stuff.” He adds hurriedly. “You know, so you don’t freeze or something.”

He looks at you, trying to keep his face neutral, but his eyes give away just how desperate he is to know if he’s just royally fucked up the situation.

You reach out and grab his hand, causing a relieved smile to break out on his face. You roll your eyes in amusement, this is a man who can unflinchingly ask you to sleep over at his place and share his bed (though calling it a bed is maybe too kind, it’s a blow-up-mattress), but is scared to ask to hold your hand.

“Hmm, yes,” You hum, eyes dancing with a mix of laughter and deep affection. “Thank you for so bravely saving me from freezing.”

He nods effusively, making the snow that had landed on his head fly off.

“You’re welcome.”

And at that, you both start walking once again. Silence once again envelops you, but just as before, it’s not awkward, not even close.

Instead, it’s a warm silence. One that wards off the harsh chill of the winter night, leaving in its wake only the beauty of Ancia in the snow.

[444names]

female west-indian names + georgian literas + countries of the world

Afghten Afraell Africe Afrine Agerl Aiwania Alania Alanni Alfral Algal Algium Aliba Alina Alipina Altango Aluca Alviti Alyan Alyse Amaitar Amalle Amalya Amaria Ameent Amoni Ancia Andonia Anian Anjani Annaind Anyokan Ardadon Arida Arlasca Arlasia Arlaten Arqua Artind Audia Aunte Aurkeli Ausse Azakia Azeria Aziliba Azilli Azimon Babevad Baiida Baira Bands Bargius Bekadan Bekia Belah Belahri Belom Berasca Beria Berraen Berus Bevia Bhuad Bhuatei Bhungla Bollie Bosni Botho Boutius Branika Brely Brenti Brunice Budra Budrena Bulin Burine Burith Burkmen Buruni Camara Camina Camoren Cance Carell Celania Ch'ar Ch'ara Ch'aria Chaini Chalany Chana Chandia Chani Chania Channa Charee Charica Chark Chenice Chera Chrae Chria Chrin Chtemen Chteru Chʼania Clenia Clori Clovene Coate Colad Comina Cosnic Cuata Cuatu Cublia Czegab Czego D'ivea D'ivie D'ivina D'ivli Dadenes Dannait Delom Demee Dence Denell Denna Dente Domaryn Dongo Duethae Duetna Duliste Dzilie Echal Echtond Edanna Elani Elgia Elletha Elovady Emona Equay Equin Eraingo Ericann Erini Ernstra Erylan Esabwe Esina Estalu Estan Estani Etheda Ettan Euphoe Farque Fartina Fasia Femen Femic Fijania Fiopia Fivearl Frabeva Fralom Gamauda Gambos Garaq Geoni Gerzue Ghakin Golaino Greeni Greera Grenic Grentay Guadi Guate Guini Guyan Hakhana Herlis Hevala Hilao Hindue Hiopina Holia Holos Holow Hondi Hovina Hunia Hutine Inbley Inepal Iraiida Iraina Irania Iredor Irtue Isian Istrea Itanica Itina Ittalon Itynei Jamark Janaini Jeali Jenna Jenti Jodie Jorrani Jortu Jortyn Kadady Karee Karia Karken Kazill Kelna Kenetna Kenyan Keychen Khstina Kimoni Kisau Kisha Kores Kortina Kosni Kostan Kuway Kuwayl Kyndi Kynni Kyrinet Lanicta Laniya Lanna Laosnia Laudra Lemisia Leomoa Liber Libia Libyan Lierl Linds Lishara Litana Lomones Lourus Lovand Lovani Lulina Macque Maland Malay Malfri Malgia Malom Malynn Mandra Mania Mannei Marah Marali Marand Marcia Maria Marinew Marucia Mauru Minaco Minia Moccoa Moldie Monam Mor-le Morda Morea Moree Myandan Naday Namenma Negypt Nesca Nesouva Nevie Nique Nisan Nissia Nongo Norra Omaree Omoroa Oronea Paina Paind Pakisey Palan Palyn Palynds Paraell Paree Perley Pholova Pinelle Polanna Polis Polongo Por-les Poreen Pritra Qaraq Qarea Qaria Qatan Qʼargia Raellos Ratvie Rinice Ritan Roccon Romeece Romis Rooni Rosni Rossab Rucama Rugua Rusta Sabolyn Saini Saita Salizea Sands Sanna Saunda Saurgia Senet Serdan Seria Sevena Severra Shadona Shainia Shambia Shame Shana Shancia Shands Shani Shara Sharia Sharne Shary Shavia Shellia Shevesa Shevina Shile Slady Slomin Slouria Solles Sothova Soutal Southin Spalama Spapola Sragua Srazani Stand Stica Stina Sueree Suruni Swaiti Swanada Swaylan Swili Swindie Syrida Tacia Talbary Tandia Tandie Tandon Tanis Tanua Tardes Tatica Thara Theari Thelah Thilana Thille Tlebad Tleon Tobah Tobaile Tones Toria Tring Ts'ivo Tswazer Tsʼil Tudena Turia Turkira Twynd Tʼara Tʼaryn Undorra Uniyan Uzbeni Uzberra Vadann Vakira Vatium Veavo Verzue Vincie Virae Wiland Wilin Windia Wingo Witta Wityn Yannace Yokaze Zakini Zecenn Zecha Zhalie Zhambo

[manhwasedit]

Manhwa: Me convertí en la esposa del monstruoso príncipe heredero/ The little princess and her monster prince

[pbjelly90art]

Spaceverse Faer sketch dump, part 3!

Back again with more recent colored/WiP sketches of Faer related characters. This time we have, in order: Rhys, Esther, and their son Daniel (Danny) when he was younger, then Rhys solo, then some Fomorian/Fae characters with Dimitri, his sister Sasha, their parents Fyodor and Natalia, and Yosha. Then we have a chibi drawing of some of the kiddos, Rosie, Hope, Gwyn, and Bran. After that we have Roksana, the wildfae Sela, Tristan (should be with the Phanos characters, but he happened to be on this page), Galatea (Gal), Eulimene (Mena), Amanita, her daughter Ramona (both newly introduced to take the roles of Aliana and Joan), Aedus, Cynder and her little brother Chase.

Then there's some older sketches that predate the RP, including: Malin, Halldor, Randall (not yet in the RP, but will likely appear as an ally/friend of Josefa's on Apex Prime), Danny (doesn't have his Spaceverse color palette here, this is from a previous story world where he was a human mage with water magic), another Danny sketch from before this RP, and then a very old sketch of Ancia and Arlen that I still love and wanted saved here.

Dimitri, Yosha, Rosie, Bran, Cynder and Chase belong to Sakume, and the other characters depicted here belong to me.

[from-the-sky-2015]

Caen sobre mí, las torres de lluvia, desde lo más alto se precipitan mis ilusiones; las decepciones las encuentro en medio de la oscuridad. Trato de encontrar lo que no existe, lo que creí tener en mis manos y que ahora lloro bajo esta tormenta. Lloro bajo la lluvia intentando limpiar mis penas, intentando ahogar mi dolor, sé que estoy tan triste como un bosque rodeado por la oscuridad; estoy tan solo como aquel farol, que brilla en la oscuridad de la noche, brilla como una estrella perdida, rodeada por la nada. Mi llanto se pierde por el lugar y los largos sonidos de los violines de otoño resuenan en mi mente, resuenan los desengaños y los desamores que han caminado por el sendero de mí vida. La soledad me abraza entre sus brazos y el consuelo pareciera no llegar hasta mi corazón. Se retuerce en mí alma el dolor y la impotencia. La ira manifestada en la tormenta, se desparrama por los rincones de mí alma y en las profundidades del corazón salen los nubarrones sin rumbo. Mas soy conciente que poco a poco me estoy apagando y nadie se está dando cuenta, aquel brillo se retira rodeado de las decepciones, la verdad se esfuma de mis ojos y la mentira se ríe ante mí. Intenté buscar la verdad, el consuelo a mis heridas que carcomen una parte de mi; una parte de mí se desvanece y mis ancias de volar se pierden junto con mis alas que ya heridas y mojadas han de quedarse bajo la lluvia, han de marchitarse, mientras todo cae a mi alrededor y mi mundo es escombro de la naturaleza. Se esparcen por el suelo, mi llanto interminable que han de perderse en los rincones de mí corazón. #from_the_sky☁☁☁✈ #from_the_sky_legacy https://www.instagram.com/p/CpRRCS1sC4Q/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[curvyyyyy167]

Hoy va ser el dia de cirujia. Tengo muchas ancias de todo . Tambien muy positiva va salir muy bien se que ella muy fuerte que las manos de los medicos son las manos de Dios .

[plu-t0n]

La playlist de mis días es variada como plantas,

no busco un solo tipo, de ampliarla tengo ancias,

En aleatoriedad entre caos y calma

con variados géneros, así cuido mi agua.

Mejor no esperes nada, así no hay decepciones,

pa que idealizar a personas o razones.

Habla de si mismo, más no asume errores;

no confiaría tanto en quien solo muestra dones.

Entre amargos sabores, tales días de bombones

en la banca de Forest observo lo que se dispone:

Catalejo y espejo, audífonos y altavoces

consciente de su uso en este mundo de impresiones.

Desecho la idea o si puedo la mejoro

a porrazos se aprende y yo bueno pal porro,

cuando estoy perdido a mi yo pido socorro

opcional el sufrimiento sobre lo que no controlo.

Aprender a estar solo para no sentirse solos,

el vacío espiritual no se llenará con otros,

que exista un tu y yo, por encima del nosotros

y colmado de sentir pa que no te sepa a poco.

La playlist de mis días, se adecua a mis tonterías,

una estantería de variadas melodías,

yo las siento mías pero las compartiría

contigo sin duda y que de paso me sonrías.

Canciones que poseen efecto melancolía,

transportan a otro tiempo otro espacio otra vida,

de la introspección son entrada y salida,

elijo la indicada pa caminar esta avenida.

- boldo