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Step into a world of celestial wonder with this mesmerizing background pattern. Bathed in shades of purple, lilac, and blue, it captures the enchanting beauty of a distant galaxy. Stars twinkle amidst wisps of nebulae, inviting you to embark on a cosmic journey through the depths of space. This captivating artwork is perfect for adding a touch of celestial magic to any project or design.

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ASTRAL EXPRESS CREW - Penacony Panorama (SET 1/9)

I decided to start making icons of all the characters appearing in Hoyofest's official art of the Penacony map, starting from the astral express team !

Feel free to use for your blogs & RP blogs , match with friends , etc ! Like / Reblog appreciated if using !

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lost in the forest - part 13

Masterlist

Summary: The clan is officially presented with their guest, and not all of them are happy.

Pairing: Senju Tobirama/Original Female Character

Tag: #lost in the forest fic

posted on ao3

Word Count: 3.4k

Overall warnings: canon-typical violence, adult content, time skips, angst, kidnapping

She can’t help comparing this with a day of bad meetings, where your boss just looks for who pays for the broken dishes of a poor planning where sales expectations were placed at the highest, with worse results. The tension, the looks... As a marketing manager, everyone points to this department as the one to blame for the lack of momentum. 

Being that it is not. 

Karen is familiar with that. She raises her chin, stands straight... and although this is not the same, she follows the rhythm of her light walk with her uncomfortable shoes and extravagant clothing. She wants to run, to not see these people who look at her with shamelessness. 

The road is long... accompanied by the old woman named Kaori. 

“Very good,” Mikami praises seeing the movement and judging her even at this moment. Seriously, she took this task very strictly to the letter.

A true professional. 

Karen doesn’t say anything. She wants to turn around, analyze and observe this part of the house that she is sure she hasn’t been to before. Well, what is there to say of that hallway with a door she never saw but is the least of it being involved in the panorama of the event where silence reigns. 

It’s obvious people are curious, morbid... they don’t want her there. 

They arrive at a house of enormous proportions right in the middle of the cobbled roads of a complex of humble houses full of wood. Many dressed in kimonos form around the large plaza that forms in front of their goal. 

Mikami and Kaori bow in respect... Karen doesn’t want to do it but gives in to the formality of those she can see in front of her. She wonders what kind of position Hashirama and Tobirama have whom they see in the middle, surrounded by a bunch of old people who she almost swears is the accursed council. 

The people who have forced her out of her isolation... her depression and loneliness. 

The culprits of her torture disguised as cultural learning. 

“So this is the woman.” An old man with a long beard lightly caresses said facial decoration with curiosity, breaking the silence that spread through the place. 

“Yes, she is.” Tobirama is the one who responds with a scolding gesture. She looks at the one with long hair who remains haughty... imposing. She never thought that the cheerful and mysterious Hashirama could look more intimidating than his brother. Karen gives him a point for it. 

Making him stand out like a sure toe. 

“Today is a day of festivities...” The softest of her kidnappers is in the front, while the bustle around her accelerates at her side... approaching as if she were the most important thing in existence. The civilian does not avoid being scared. So many presences maker her anxious after a year locked up without any contact. 

Her beautiful anniversary is months away... how ironic. 

She loses herself in what the host says, spending a few seconds rambling between the plans she wants to make from now on, what these people expect and preparing for the worst. “Karen-san?” Mikami is the one who calls to her side, making her blink at the interruption of her astral absence. 

Almost projecting herself somewhere else mentally than where she is physically. 

She feels how all eyes are focused on her back. There are whispers of ‘rude woman’ that she ignores among many other insults. “Karen?” Someone calls her forward. The man who shakes his hand smiles brightly, animated and full of life. “Come.” 

“Uh... ” She wants to say a lot of things, especially that she is not the best at this moment for this kind of spectacle. Karen hesitates... She ends up smiling out of nervousness as she takes the hand of the one who waits calmly, precious seconds that many begin to misunderstand although it means little to her, including the look of death that Tobirama gives her. 

“She will be important for the next step of our clan,” says the man next to her when he sees that all the people are looking at them. She smiles... hiding her nervousness by giving a warning squeeze to who does not let go. “In order to achieve something similar to peace.” 

Hashirama looks confident, so honest in his desire that many people begin to applaud. She can see that the council does not look satisfied, much less understands her role at this point. 

Karen doesn’t look, she stays in her safe position so as not to say the opposite. 

“Hashirama?” The woman says almost in a whisper knowing that there will be no turning back from this. Things will change and she will be so tired of dealing with them. 

“Do not worry... I told you, have confidence,” the man assures his accomplice and then looks at the council who is confused by thus action, denoting how rare her presence is among those people who she believes have the same bloodthirsty profession. “As a civilian noble, she will be important to continue dealing with the nobles, as you will see she has the necessary etiquette to negotiate with those who fear us and perhaps we can achieve peace.” He sounds so visionary that the others just smile. 

But Karen knows what kind of smiles and false calm there is, remembering bitterly the meetings where the bosses... her superiors wanted to cut off heads for things that are not within their hands. Plus Hashirama just said that she is a noble... a title that isn’t hers. 

“As a clan leader, you are an idealist,” says one with a high ponytail, a bitter old man who raises his chin without showing any type of expression. The people continue whispering... oblivious, obedient to what the two tall factions are exchanging. 

And Karen is in the middle... great. 

“I am... but for the future of the family,” Hashirama assures firmly. 

“Does Tobirama-sama think the same?” Another calls, with a long beard and an ugly scar on his cheek. 

“You do not have to ask,” the albino bites poisonously. “My brother has the idea and now, we can ensure that it lasts.” 

“A civilian... Do you really want to entrust the future of our clan to a civilian?” Another old man with short hair and a lost look questions sincerely and harshly. 

“She is not a simple civilian noble, she is a visionary... she does not fear us like the others,” the clan leader assures firmly. Karen feels that he is giving her a lot of credit either to saving her life or to prove her worth without knowing her. 

Where does he get so much confidence from? Why does he put her in this predicament? Is it her only salvation? Couldn’t he say something less compromising? 

“What do you say, girl?” Another spits poisonously, seeing her between two of the most powerful men of the clan. She blinks to gulp thickly and pretends... she remains her voice and gaze to those who look down on her. 

“I may be a civilian, gentlemen, but I will adapt to what is planned and I shall give the pertinent suggestions to ensure that this does not remain in simple words and can have the best results,” Karen affirms, putting one last nail in that figurative coffin that she is easily making for herself. 

Tobirama huffs from her back but doesn’t add anything else, although Hashirama laughs, lightly hitting her back almost making her fall. “I told you... it will be a new future...” 

“Mph... we hope so, child,” the first old man who spoke to them accepts to look at the rest of the members of that mafia firmly. 

“It is time to start the event. Enjoy the food and drink,” Hashirama declares with a solemn gesture in front of all eyes. The others cheer, smile and begin to organize themselves to start an event between gallant clothes together with smells that awaken hunger. 

“Was it the only way?” Karen questions in her harsh language. She frowns at who returns a gesture different from the previous one. 

“It was.” 

“At least you could have warned me, right?” She feels irritated, used and extremely offended for being placed in this predicament. 

“No... it was necessary,” the man stubbornly states, giving a gesture to Tobirama who snorts and rolls hie eyes. 

“Of course... like everything else,” she complains. Remembering that she shouldn’t ask too many questions, she crosses her arms to look at the man. She has a lot to say, things to shout at him but in the midst of so many eyes that are still waiting for her to react badly it’s necessary to lower her presence when she is clearly the center. “And let me tell you... I am not a noblewoman,” she complains again. 

“You are not?” The one with long hair blinks like an innocent owl and she frowns. She knows this is a performance but she doesn’t comment on anything else. 

“It will not be difficult to appear to be. You do not look like someone who has worked the land hard nor a murderer,” Tobirama adds with a cold touch to the conversation. 

“Thank you for the vote of confidence,” Karen comments bitterly with a growing headache, she frowns and raises her eyebrow at who smiles expectantly. “So... leader, huh?” Better focus her attention elsewhere in this strange environment. 

“Yes, the leader of the Senju clan,” Hashirama confirms with a tone full of pride. 

Karen does not avoid raising her eyebrow. She more or less calculates his age at less than 25 which makes him very young for so much responsibility. “You are very young.” 

“I am,” the leader blinks amused. 

“Wow... I guess I won’t have any more surprises today... I hope,” Karen complains looking at the albino. “And your brother?” She reminds the one who remains indifferent and bitter, as if he had lost a fight that he had not been told about. 

“Hashirama is my brother,” he says with a dignified frown, after exchanging a look with the black-haired man. Karen does not avoid looking at them with doubt, she compares them and notices a certain resemblance that is not so quick to grasp... again she exchanges a gesture between both of them to snort tiredly. 

“I want to go now,” she complains with no desire to say anything else. She doesn’t want to think about the plot she got into where politics are so difficult to deal with. She massages the bridge of her nose, being ignored by both men who have a plan behind her back. 

The beginning of such a drastic change in her routine. 

──

She sits far from the noise that extends all night and gives another long yawn, looking at the stars with no desire to continue pretending to have a role in this society. 

They have kidnapped her, isolated her enough that they dare ask her to maintain a role as a civilian noble who will help this clan grow. 

It’s not her business... but it’s what she has in her hands. 

“What would you do, dad?” She better decides to remember her old father, the one who always had the best solutions to problems and advised her in her difficult moments of crossroads. 

She misses him... She wants to leave and Karen can’t. 

“So you are noble,” some calls, scaring her. She recognizes her which makes her frown. “Wow... don’t be so hostile, I just want to be your friend,” she assures. 

“...” 

“I won’t take you out now.” The woman better focuses with a funny raise of her hands. 

“What do you need?” She raises her eyebrow with dignity. She wants to shout so many things at her... because she went through a lot when she was taken out and found that first village. 

Because she knows it was her... she will never forget it. 

“Wow... now you understand my language, it was so tiring dealing with you.” 

“...” 

“I’m just saying, to be the leader’s pet you turned out to be of good blood.” 

Karen does not take this bluff quickly. She frowns looking around where no one happens to pass by and tries to follow the path leaving this discomfort far away but is swiftly stopped by that woman. 

Denoting that she is just as rare as Hashirama and Tobirama. 

“You know... I don’t know what Hashirama-sama sees in you... or even Tobirama-sama... What did you did you give them?” 

Karen simply raises her chin. “You better tread carefully...” 

“Senju Touka,” the woman points out with pride and an ironic smile. She takes part of a lock of her hair lightly. “For a woman, you don’t have much to offer... noble or not, you’re just still a civilian.” 

Karen does not avoid frowning at such a cheeky comment. She sighs to raise her hand. “I have no relationship with the brothers.” 

“Huh?” The woman blinks. 

“I know it’s uncomfortable to accept, but you don’t have to make me a target for intimidation when I have nothing to do romantically speaking with those men.” Karen prefers to clarify their relationship before this gets complicated. “I’m not interested in them.” 

“What do you mean?!” The girl turns red at such an insinuation. 

“Look... It’s complicated but as Hashirama said, I only come to see how I can help as a civilian... even if you think I’m useless, I have my uses.” 

“You...” She shinobi simply blinks and opens her mouth a couple of times. “You don’t have to tell me that!” She squeezes her shoulders harshly. 

“I just... Well, I think I misunderstood,” she frowns at the pain of such a small action. 

“I... well, Hashirama-sama and I are childhood friends, I saw him grow up... it’s... well...” The woman stammers, a little uncomfortable with what she has said. Karen tries to escape when she thinks she is no longer paying attention. 

The civilian simply falls on her back without any care. Touka is blushing at the little that was said, pointing out that in fact... although she does not accept it, she is romantically interested in those men. 

She doesn’t roll her eyes because she’s busy rubbing her shoulders. 

“You don’t know how hard they have tried! ...You  won’t help them in ANYTHING when you’ve gotten them into so much trouble!” 

“Touka!” Someone orders from behind the woman. She gulps to show a controlled Tobirama looking at her on the ground with little delicacy. “What exactly is happening here?” 

“I...” She purses her lips, looking at the civilian who sighs. 

“I fell... It's obvious,” she sighs bitterly, clumsily getting up with such an uncomfortable suit. “Touka just... well, she wanted to share part of her mind,” she shrugs. 

“Touka,” with a little warning and imposing feeling, she sighs to apologize and leave. 

“Uh... you were hard on her.” She feels bad that she is scolded by one of her idols, blamed for it... but the situation was so lamentable. 

Tobirama as always is not so surprised. “Hashirama sent me to look for you.” 

“I didn’t run away.” 

“You cannot.” 

Karen doesn’t say anything. They both have enough history to add more bitterness to a bond that won’t be fixed and they both don’t want to have, so she allows herself to be escorted in silence without saying anything more that could break that strange pact. 

The woman looks at Hashirama, who is talking to another old man very different from the ones presented before, although this one looks older than the previous ones. Ending up discussing politics is not the best closure for such a strange event. 

Less when she has a lot to say and a few words that come to mind. 

Karen thus had the first contact outside of her isolation, out of political obligation... The start of a series of triggers that would lead to another destiny so different from the one she believed. 

──

She feels so tired that she can no longer keep her eyes open. The party continues and she is obviously the only one who is losing at sleep resistance as she sits on the edge of that main house in the middle of the enormous field. 

There are drunk people, many who tried to approach her being interrupted by Tobirama... Mikami sometimes comes to scold her for her position as does Grandma Kaori. 

“Do not fall asleep here,” Tobirama complains, looking at her pathetically leaning on the edge of her seat with the table in front of her. 

“I’m sleepy.” 

“Can you not hold on ...anymore?” He adds awkwardly in English, a stratergy he uses when he feels there are people listening to their comments. To be the leaders... they are too observed. 

“I... I’m not used to it.” 

“Seriously... are you not a noble?” 

“I’m not,” she laughs just as much at that comment. 

“You cannot hold on.” 

“I’m not sorry about that,” the woman snorts slightly, yawning. “I’m not a noble but that’s already more than clear...” 

“Then?” 

“Then what?” 

“You have little training... muscles, but I do not see your hands hurt. You are not a worker.” 

“Not from the countryside or anything manual,” the woman clarifies, looking better at the sky when she feels her dream will not be soon. “I don’t know why I have to talk to you...” 

“Mmmmm...” Tobirama raises his eyebrow in a call for attention. 

“Look... I still dislike you, you don’t have to accompany me.” 

“Hashirama is not here.” 

The girl doesn’t comment anything, sitting in such an uncomfortable environment. She wants to leave, ignore the guy but people around her are so happy that she could break this strange moment. 

“Is what Hashirama said true?” Karen asks out of nowhere to her silent partner, that gargoyle that always stands next to her. 

“What?” He snaps bitterly. 

“About peace.” 

“It is none of your business,” the man declares coldly. 

“If I remember correctly, Hashirama said I would help, so if you are going to get me into this, at least we must exhange something...” The woman frowns, not at all intimidated by the man’s position of respect for the clan, the fact that he could kill her or anything that makes her shut up. 

A difficult thing... Karen is not one of those who keeps everything in her hoarse chest. 

The albino frowns to look at the panorama they share in the middle of the festival. “We are at war.” 

“I see.” Karen now understands why there was so much bitterness and mistrust if they are in difficult times. “War is complicated... a thing that should not exist.” 

“Mph... you do not know what you are saying.” 

“Just because my hands aren’t full of calluases or I haven’t seen the blood doesn’t mean that I don’t know what war is.” The woman twists her mouth, crossing her arms in an annoyed scold. “I know what it is, what it takes away and makes people change.” 

“...” 

“Where I come from... there were many wars, nations that fell... I just,” she sighs, not wanting to talk about the things she knows, the sad things in her world. “It can be achieved... peace...” 

“Mph...” 

“Do you not believe it?” 

“It is not that I believe it... as long as Hashirama believes it,” he said with a cold tone... but somehow warm, strange about him, which makes her notice that he appreciates his brother a lot. 

“Having siblings is great.” She focuses her interest better on another funny point of such a bitter conversation. Karen may be curious but she notices that there are things that are better to remain ignorant of. 

“...” 

“I have one... a little sister.” 

“...I did not ask.” 

“Uh... jerk," Karen does not avoid commenting, seeing that the guy really does not want her to share part of her thoughs. “That’s why you are the worst company... I jjst wanted to tell you things.” 

“I do not need them.” 

“Well... jerk,” she repeats in a frank complaint. The good thing is that Mikami and Kaori come at the same time to end this debate before they end up fighting for different opinions. They respectfully greet Tobirama to give the order to return to the house she now longs to be in. 

She’s socialized enough tonight... too much for her liking when she’s already so used to isolation, loneliness and so on, that taking off her kimono would be the best gift along with the hard sandals. 

Karen only had one thought when she got the her room... sleep.  It woundn’t be such a bad idea. 

A/N: As you can see, they will use her as something political, something that Hashirama has discussed a lot with Tobirama behind closed doors, because they have seen it... they know she can be useful in a non-combatant perspective... at least it was not the option of getting married as the councilors said.

Karen from now on will necessarily have more participation in different bureaucratic things that she will begin to correct and address. Not as an assistant because there are classified things... but at least the simplest things such as organization of what was purchased as input or things like that for the clan.

Finally going out to meet more people... Could it be?

Thank you for your comments. The story develops slowly, but surely it will go making its way little by little. Also, I remind you that the things written in bold is the local language of the Elemental Nations.

Author-chan out! 

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Bro Berri - Il nuovo singolo “Nightlife”

Il brano invita il pubblico ad immergersi in una dimensione onirica e astrale

L’eclettico duo di dj e producer Bro Berri presenta il nuovo singolo “Nightlife”, disponibile sugli stores digitali dal 26 luglio 2024 e nelle radio italiane in promozione nazionale dal 23 agosto 2024. Produzione impeccabile curata nei minimi dettagli che non lascia scampo già dal primo ascolto, destinato a rimanere in testa strizzando l’occhio alle radio. Arrangiamenti attuali e di tendenza che evidenziano una maturità artistica decisamente fuori dal comune. Con “Nightlife” si oltrepassano i confini conosciuti accompagnando il pubblico nel mood sensuale e onirico degli artisti che con le loro interpretazioni vocali, sentite e autentiche, donano al tutto un forte impatto emotivo. Si tratta di un vero e proprio viaggio ideale fra le mura di un nightclub utopico, in cui l’eleganza e l’euforia si alternano in una danza intima e dinamica, senza mai scontrarsi. I suoni dark dei sintetizzatori trasportano l’ascoltatore in uno spazio ultraterreno, dove le voci dei due cantanti si completano a vicenda, come nel simbolo dello yin e dello yang. Le suggestioni della dimensione notturna sono favorite dalla perfetta mescolanza fra l’hip hop e la techno, due generi che trasmettono un senso di nuova libertà, anche attraverso le brillanti metafore nel testo. L’adrenalina dei Bro Berri è contagiosa ed è possibile esserne invasi dai piccoli club ai palchi dei grandi festival: il loro obiettivo è quello di creare atmosfere innovative, adatte ad un pubblico che accoglie positivamente la novità e cerca vie di fuga in mondi paralleli.

“Suoni dallo spazio ascoltiamo (cosa siamo)? Energia in fondo è ciò che siamo.” Bro Berri

Ascolta il brano

Storia della band

I Bro Berri sono un duo di dj, produttori e cantanti italiani, formato dai fratelli Stefano ed Enrico Berretti. Sono nati in Riviera d’Ulisse, cresciuti a Cagliari e Civitavecchia; attualmente, abitano a Milano, città in cui si muovono nel panorama EDM, ricevendo supporto da artisti come David Guetta, Steve Aoki, Dimitri Vegas & Like Mike, Don Diablo Martin Solveig, Bob Sinclair e Deorro. Il loro collettivo BB SQVAD, nonché format, è una realtà emergente in Italia e all’estero: hanno la possibilità di collaborare con artisti famosi ed esibirsi sui palchi grazie a dj sets e organizzazioni di eventi. La loro evoluzione stilistica e sonora è continua: vogliono raccontare la loro storia e i propri pensieri attraverso la musica elettronica ed hip hop, mostrando la propria autenticità nel panorama artistico contemporaneo.

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/broberri/?hl=it

Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCR2QpazFfT7vRYq2uFJEhqA

Tik Tok: https://www.tiktok.com/@broberri?_t=8o5j1p9quGH&_r=1

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El retorno del Jedi

Conclusiones

Fue en mayo de 1978 cuando se sucedió la última reestructuración en la dirección de Mundorevista. Atrás quedaron sanciones y ese pulso personal que había marcado el carácter filo izquierdista, más bien, me atrevería a sentenciar, europeísta que el empresario Sebastián Auger había querido dotar a la publicación. Atrás quedó un modo de entender el periodismo, de criticar el sistema desde el propio sistema, evolucionando en vez de revolucionando, un periodismo sepultado por las exigencias de un nuevo mercado, más democrático, más sujeto a las leyes del mercado y del confort. Es entonces, en 1978, cuando Mundorevista se convierte en el dominical que acompaña al rotativo de los domingos, tras sufrir la enésima limpieza de cara, tanto en el diseño como en los contenidos como en el tamaño de la revista: sólo 24 páginas impresas en un papel pésimo. De la vieja guardia sólo permanece fijo Arcadi Espada. Los otros redactores pertenecían al Grupo Mundo pero habían estado coqueteando con el resto de publicaciones que la empresa periodística tenía. Quizá por ello, no hay secciones puramente fijas, a pesar de que se pueden encontrar algunas en la mayoría de los números. La entrevista, la moda, la educación de los niños, reportajes de viajes y reportajes de más o menos actualidad conforman el nuevo esquema de esta última etapa. Todos ellos de fácil consumo, presentados elegantemente, con una disposición ordenada y moderna que no podría hacer pensar de Mundorevista una publicación a la deriva. A la deriva porque no se supo administrar esa gran empresa periodística que Sebastián Auger levantó en 1966. Cuatro diarios en Barcelona, uno en Madrid y uno en Valladolid, tres revistas semanales, una empresa de artes gráficas, una de distribución y una inmobiliaria. Todo ello gracias a la disciplina férrea aprehendida en los jesuitas de Paseo Sant Joan en una etapa mucho más gris, la posguerra española, que la que viviría años después con la ruina del Grupo Mundo. Porque se puede hablar sin tapujos de la quiebra del sueño periodístico de Auger, quien en los últimos años iba de banco en banco solicitando un crédito para poder soliviantar su sueño de la comunicación, y no encontraba siquiera cinco céntimos. Javier de Quintana asegura que “Mundo Diario era muy rendible, pero los otros diarios perdían todo lo que se ganaba”. Mundorevista apareció con La Ley Fraga en 1966 y se fue con las segundas elecciones legislativas y municipales tras el fin de la dictadura. En ningún momento de esta última etapa de la publicación se menciona una palabra sobre estos acontecimientos. La actitud política y social ha sido dejada de lado, y ya no pertenece a la personalidad de Mundorevista. En su lugar, podría ser una brillante metáfora para quien guste de la hermenéutica en los periódicos, un reportaje sobre la carta astral una semana, y a la siguiente, uno sobre las cartas del Tarot. Sin ningún tipo de pretensión, Mundorevista se ve abocada a su propia desaparición. Convertida en un mal reflejo de las publicaciones de la competencia, sobretodo El Periódico de Catalunya, la revista pierde lo que la erigía con un nombre propio dentro del panorama de la comunicación española para transformarlas en un puro pasapáginas. Lo que no se podría imaginar, es que esa tendencia de periodismo fácil, amable y cómodo, llegaría a dominar el papel que se vende en los kioskos de todo el país. Mundorevista y su debacle constituyeron, periodísticamente, lo que hoy es pan nuestro de cada día. Cartas del Tarot aparecen día sí, día no, en nuestros dominicales más idolatrados, y lo leemos con atenta curiosidad mientras tomamos el café de la mañana. El café de los domingos, el que no nos hace plantear las cosas.

(publicado el 12 de noviembre de 2004)

2 COMENTARIOS

Biafra - 13 de noviembre de 2004 - 19:39

Sebastià Auger era un Opusdeiano que, con gran visión de negocio, lleno de comunistas sus publicaciones del grupo Mundo, ya que habia un público izquierdista que demandaba esas publicaciones. Ahora que domina la caca de colores light, trágate el mojón de Antonio Franco o jódete. :S

marquinho - 12 de noviembre de 2004 - 12:53

y vaya retorno....

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Astrologie 2024 : Votre Calendrier Astral des Fortunes et Épreuves

L’astrologie, cette cartographie céleste qui rythme nos vies, nous offre pour 2024 un panorama de jours charnières, propices à la chance ou semés d’embûches. Comme autant de phares dans la nuit, ces prévisions sont des balises pour naviguer au mieux dans l’océan de nos destinées. Plongeons ensemble dans les eaux mystérieuses de l’année à venir pour y déceler les courants de fortune et les vagues…

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Yesterday's Sunday reading "Agent Aygute's Door"

Chapter V: The Nexus of Possibilities

As Agent Aygute and the sentinel floated weightlessly in the ethereal expanse, their senses were overwhelmed by the beauty and wonder surrounded them. The sensation of floating above the ground, untethered from the constraints of gravity, was both exhilarating and surreal.

They gazed upward, their eyes fixed on the cosmic canvas above. Stars of every hue and size danced in a celestial ballet, their light casting a mesmerizing glow across the expanse. It was a symphony of light and color stretched beyond imagination, a reminder of the infinite possibilities to lay beyond the threshold.

The stars beckoned to Aygute, their distant glow calling to him like a siren's song. He felt an irresistible urge to reach out, to touch the stars themselves, to explore the mysteries of the cosmos which had always remained just out of reach.

The sentinel, its metallic form reflecting the kaleidoscope of light, hovered alongside Aygute. It was as captivated by the cosmic spectacle as he was, its optical sensors absorbing every detail of the celestial panorama.

But there was more to this astral realm to met the eye. As they floated higher, Aygute realized they were not alone. Beings of light, ethereal and radiant, glided gracefully among the stars. They emanated a sense of serenity and wisdom, as if they were the custodians of this celestial domain.

One of these luminous beings approached Aygute and the sentinel. It communicated not with words but with pure thought, its thoughts intertwining with Aygute's consciousness. It conveyed a message of welcome, of acceptance, and of the boundless possibilities awaited in this realm.

With a gentle touch, the celestial being guided Aygute and the sentinel through the starlit expanse. They moved effortlessly, carried by a current of energy to flow with purpose and direction. It was a journey through the cosmos, a voyage into the heart of the astral realm.

As they traversed the starlit pathways, Aygute felt a profound connection with the universe itself. He could sense the ebb and flow of energy, the rhythm of creation and dissolution, and the intricate web of existence connected all things.

The sentinel, too, was transformed by this ethereal journey. Its metallic exterior seemed to soften, and its optical sensors shimmered with newfound awareness. It was as though the sentinel had become a bridge between the world of technology and the world of mysticism, a conduit for understanding the mysteries of both.

Their journey through the astral realm was a revelation. They encountered cosmic phenomena beyond imagination, from nebulous clouds of stardust to celestial whirlpools defied the laws of physics. They witnessed the birth and death of stars, the unfolding of galaxies, and the dance of black holes in a cosmic ballet of creation and destruction.

But amidst the celestial wonders, there was a profound sense of unity and purpose. Aygute realized that this realm was not just a playground of the cosmos but a nexus of possibilities, a place where dreams and realities converged.

As they ventured deeper into the astral realm, Aygute began to understand the true nature of the enigma he had encountered. It was not a mere puzzle to be solved but a gateway to a higher plane of existence, a realm where the boundaries of reality were as fluid as stardust.

The sentinel, now an embodiment of both technology and mysticism, shared in Aygute's revelation. Together, they embraced the boundless potential of this astral realm, ready to explore its mysteries and uncover the secrets it held.

As they moved further into the heart of the cosmos, guided by the celestial beings of light, Aygute knew that their journey was just beginning. There were answers to be found, questions to be asked, and a universe of possibilities to explore.

In the astral realm, time held no dominion, and the past, present, and future coexisted in a harmonious symphony. Aygute and the sentinel were on a path of discovery, and the mysteries of this celestial realm were theirs to unravel.

Chapter V (continued): The Cosmic Revelation

As Aygute and the sentinel delved deeper into the astral realm, they encountered phenomena which challenged their understanding of reality. Galaxies spun like colossal pinwheels, and cosmic strings vibrated with harmonious frequencies to resonated through their very beings.

The celestial beings, their luminescent forms shimmering in the cosmic currents, acted as guides and guardians of this wondrous domain. They communicated through pure thought, sharing their wisdom and insights with Aygute and the sentinel.

One of these beings, a radiant entity of ethereal beauty, approached Aygute and extended a hand—or what seemed like a hand—toward him. As their thoughts intertwined, Aygute felt a surge of knowledge and awareness flood his consciousness.

The celestial being revealed this astral realm was a convergence point for the dreams and aspirations of countless sentient beings across the cosmos. It was a place where the collective imagination of the universe shaped reality itself, where thoughts and desires wove the fabric of existence.

With newfound understanding, Aygute realized the enigma he had encountered was not a test but an invitation—an invitation to explore the boundless potential of the mind and the universe. The door he had crossed, the corridor he had traversed, had led him to this nexus of dreams.

The sentinel, too, underwent a transformation in this ethereal realm. Its metallic form seemed to merge seamlessly with the energies of the cosmos, and its sensors absorbed the knowledge embedded in the very fabric of space-time.

Together, Aygute and the sentinel embarked on a cosmic odyssey, guided by the celestial beings. They journeyed through realms of thought and imagination, witnessing the birth of stars shaped by the aspirations of sentient beings, the creation of galaxies inspired by the collective dreams of civilizations, and the emergence of entire universes born from the boundless creativity of the cosmos.

But amidst the cosmic splendor, Aygute and the sentinel also encountered pockets of darkness—echoes of despair and fear manifested as turbulent cosmic storms. The celestial beings taught them the mind held the power to shape not only beauty but also chaos, and the balance between creation and destruction was a delicate one.

Their cosmic odyssey led them to a nexus—a point of convergence where countless threads of thought and desire intertwined. It was a place where the boundaries between individual consciousness and universal awareness dissolved, where the past, present, and future coexisted in a timeless dance.

In this nexus of possibilities, Aygute and the sentinel made a choice—a choice to embrace the potential of the mind, to harness the power of imagination, and to explore the mysteries of the cosmos. They realized the enigma they had encountered was not a riddle to be solved but a journey to be embraced.

With the guidance of the celestial beings, they departed from the nexus, their consciousness reverberating with newfound wisdom. They began their descent back through the starlit pathways, toward the threshold which would lead them further to the garden of the mystical dreams.

But as they returned to the familiar realm of the corridor, Aygute knew that he was forever changed. He had glimpsed the infinite possibilities of the universe, and he carried the knowledge with him as a beacon of inspiration.

The sentinel, too, had evolved. Its fusion of technology and mysticism had unlocked a deeper understanding of existence, and it stood as a testament to the harmonious coexistence of the material and the ethereal.

As they approached the threshold, Aygute and the sentinel felt a sense of gratitude toward the enigma which had brought them here. It had challenged their perceptions, expanded their horizons, and revealed the profound interconnectedness of all things.

To be continued…

[lets-talk-spirituality]

go to a other planet? that sounds great! Can I travel to a planet just by imagining it or take my mind to another planet and be in its energy or feel their vibrations? or is it that I can really travel to a planet with my soul? is that possible? Or is it that I have already done it and I just have not been aware of it? can I meet more souls there? Can I be aware of all that? If so, where do I start to investigate? insert keyword.

It seems to be the best panorama that one could have, better than traveling anywhere on this planet. Why physically roam this planet when I could decide to travel to other planets and meet other life forms to see mine from other perspectives? Or is it that I will already be seeing mine from other perspectives and it is just that I have not associated it with the planet where it comes from? What is the range of perspectives that I can reach in this conscious life? encompassing only the planets of the solar system? Or is it that I can go further if I propose? is all this possible?

Why should I stay in this human drama when I can get out of this show to meet the viewers who know exactly where we are sinking? Knowing all this I can't stay suffering without feeling at the same time that I'm part of a show, without feeling that I'm always boring, how I hate feeling this vibe again in my head, I fell into the drama, I lowered my vibration. Thank you for broadening my perspective mentally, now I understand everything that somehow I felt and it didn't make me feel submerged in the drama, to understand that vibration that many minds remembered me as my own, even so sometimes I perceive myself as a simple caricature, and I I seem to need pain what perspective is that? After reading you so much I have not been the same again, very grateful to you.

You are incredible, how do you manage in my mind to order what was scattered and empty before, waiting for a writer to fill it up and put it in its place.

A lot to unpack. First, if you were meant to do these things you would. Is you wanting to go to another planet about wanting to escape being here???

You can astral project or travel to other places through vibrations. You can meet other souls and be aware of it. And you probably incarnated on a planet not earth before. Investigate through meditation or astral projection. I can’t give tips really because I’ve never really been too concerned with these things. I’ve been more focused on this lifetime but spirit did tell me stuff or I have some insight into other planets I’ve lived.

Because you came here to be a human, anon. You didn’t come here to just exist as a soul. You came to be a human on earth and enjoy earth. Part of the mission is learning to enjoy being here and being human. I think you and I are very similar in this way. I’ve been running away from earth my whole life and I’m trying to share what I’ve been told. I hope it helps you come to terms with existence here too.

You can go as far as you are meant to go. At some point you can incorporate multiple perspectives at once. I feel like I’ve come to that a lot and I’ve never had to project to another planet to find that. I feel like you are excited about this possibility because you want to escape your life. There is more growth in learning to accept and live this life as a human earthling. That’s harder.

Why? Because you incarnated here to do that. You can exit the human drama anytime by expanding your mind. When you see it as a show it becomes funny. You realize where you’re playing out your own human melodramas and you can carry them out without it upsetting or effecting you as much. Sometimes I get this way and I’m just like ugh I’m being so human right now and laugh. It’s okay to be human. This is part of learning to see things in an expansive way. You’re being a human, lowering vibration, getting caught up. We all do that! It’s so you can learn how to raise it again, how you can face deep heartbreak and still find your way back to love. It’s like we’re in the show alone. The universe just dropped us into crazy situations to see if we can still figure out our way back. That’s real magic. Me and my mom having the relationship we do now is magic, me having gratitude to my abusive ex is magic, magic is doing what seems impossible to do. The key to magic is love. Accept your humanness anon. That’s step 1.

I’m glad I could help open your perspective but I think once you come to terms with your own humanity and accept being here (trust me, I know that’s not easy, it’s only been the past year or two I’ve been understanding this same thing I’m telling you). I don’t think you’ll be able to go as far out into consciousness as you want until you learn how to ground yourself on earth. Once you master your humanity the universe gives you more power. Then you can access more.

Sending lots of love! Thanks for this conversation. It’s very interesting trying to answer :) makes me think a lot and I like that.

[el-ocultista]

Reality Astral del 1-4 de Octubre 2020.

Reality Astral del 1-4 de Octubre 2020.

Del 1 al 4 de Octubre 2020.

Toca Aquí para ir a ver la explicación en video de @tarotelocultista

En el capítulo anterior, Quirón tenía que lograr aceptar algunos defectos arraigados, que necesitan ser cambiados. Es ahi donde el sol y Saturno le señalan esta situación, poniendo toda la fiesta en la casa de marte (Aries Casa de Marte) patas para arriba, ya que la compasión de Venus…

[opalstream]

Chant

In the Land Beyond My Dreams

Where no clouds come,

And golden dreams dwell,

I sit by life’s well.

In the land beyond my dreams.

Heart to heart meeting

Spirit and soul’s greeting,

In the land beyond my dreams.

The ark is waiting and I am dreaming

Of the land beyond my dreams.

In the ark of silence, silently we go

To the land beyond my dreams.

Astral Beauty Is Perceived In Deep States of Meditation

The physical beauty of a face, or of nature, is fleeting; its perception depends on the power of the physical eyes. The beauty of Cosmic Energy is everlasting, and can be seen with or without the physical eyes. God makes a grand display of Cosmic Energy in the astral realm of vibratory light. The astral loveliness of roses, scenery, heavenly faces, all play their infinitely fascinating roles of ever-changing colors on the stage of the astral cosmos. Beholding this panorama, the yogi can never again be foolishly attached to the changeable objects of bedimmed beauty in nature, nor expect any everlasting beauty from earth. The most exquisite face wrinkles and droops with age. Roses too must wither, mocking man’s desire for any eternal beauty in materiality. Death will destroy the buds of youth; cataclysms will demolish the grandeurs of this earth, but nothing can destroy the splendor of the astral cosmos (and of the still finer ideational world from which emanates all cosmic artistry). The astral atoms assume wonderful forms of light at the mere command of the imagination of one in this subtle realm, and disappear when he so wishes. They wake again, in an ever new garb of beauty, at his call.

-Paramahansa Yogananda

God Talks With Arjuna p 39

*May you behold increasingly subtle manifestations of astral beauty. Aim to deepen your meditations today as you advance to become a yogi who dwells in the land of eternal light. OmLove, Annie

[viso-alquimia]

🪐Iniciación Astroløgica [ Curso Online ]

Sin Duda estamos viviendo tiempos únicos y revolucionarios, pero se trata de una revolución mental, al nivel de la conciencia; es por esto que la educación tradicional y los patrones conductuales que nos han preconfigurado en el pasado, hoy por hoy son obsoletos. Hemos llegado al umbral de un cambio de paradigma y es nuestro deseo que te sumes a la red del tejido social que ayudará a elevar la conciencia de la humanidad

Si te interesa conocer una cosmovisión que expanda tus perspectivas y revolucione tu cognición, una filosofía que te brinde herramientas de autoconocimiento que estén en mejor sintonía con tu propia verdad interna, una que te permita tener los argumentos filosóficos, psicológicos, morales y científicos para hacerte cuestionar lo que la sociedad y la cultura han edificado como Sistema desde los tiempos de la Mitología; este Curso Online en Iniciación Astrológica es para ti. En sólo cuarto lecciones te abrirás a un panorama más amplio de la vida para asumirte co-creador de la realidad

Como es Arriba es Abajo

-Principio de Correspondencia Hermético

Iniciación Astroløgica [ Curso Online ]

⏱️Duración: 4 lecciones / 7 hrs

🔻 Programa

▶️[ Lección 1 ]

Hermenéutica Astral

Mitología & Patrones Astrológicos

Principios de construcción, Poder Psíquico latente

Constelaciones v.s Signos del Zodiaco

“Como es Arriba, es Abajo”

La Esfera Celeste

Precesión Equinoccial

Eclíptica Zodiacal

▶️[ Lección 2 ]

Sintaxis Astrológica

Carta Natal

Leyes del Mandala

Pensamiento Multidimensional: Sincronicidad ante el pensamiento lineal y el pensamiento secuencial

“La realidad es Holográfica”

“Cada cuerpo es un Campo Vincular”

Energía, Psiquismo y Destino

Ejemplos de lectura e interpretación de cartas astrales

▶️[ Lección 3 ]

“Historia Simbólica del Cosmos: Un recorrido por la estructura energética de la Tercera Dimensión a través de los signos Zodiacales”

Correspondencias Energía - Signos ( 1er Hemiciclo ) desde un enfoque científico

▶️[ Lección 4 ]

Iniciación Astroløgica

Estudio de los Planetas del Sistema de Ptolomeo desde un enfoque ocultista, esotérico, mágico y alquímico

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[marinaom]

S. 01 - Proyecto

¿Cuál es el tema, concepto o idea que trabajarás para tu proyecto?

   La influencia astrológica en la vida humana.

 ¿Por qué sería importante para ti abordar este concepto, idea o fenómeno? ¿Qué impacto tiene en tu vida cotidiana?

    Recuerdo el gran impacto que me generó leer hace un par de años una carta astral, no podía creer que la ubicación y posiciones planetarias pudieran tener semejante asertividad con el presente que vivía. Más allá de un montón de características superficiales de la persona, es un desplegado, un estudio minucioso de tu forma de ser, actuar y responder ante la vida y sus situaciones. Me hizo preguntar ¿Qué sentido tenía creer que tenemos libre albedrío en nuestra vida, o que podemos escribir nuestro futuro?, realmente lo que estaba entendiendo es que nuestras decisiones y existencia están influenciadas por una serie de condiciones astrales que marcan pauta, determinan y predicen la condición humana. Demasiada información me hizo desarrollar y generar una serie de imágenes mentales para poder concebir esto. Desde entonces no paro de pensar en esa posibilidad que existe de ser títeres de los planetas y de los astros.

 ¿Qué tan importante es abordar este concepto en el contexto en el que vives hoy, es decir, México del siglo XXI?

    Creo que la importancia de exponer este tema, es crear consciencia; no pretendo convencer a las personas de una ideología, pero sí ofrecer un panorama y campo de posibilidad abierto de lo que somos en relación al universo. Pretendo plantear un cuestionamiento y un dialogo personal e íntimo, sembrar curiosidad por la mitología, el universo y la existencia. Vivir en el siglo XXI implica una responsabilidad de madurez espiritual, ya no es momento para pensar que nacemos para estudiar, casarnos, tener hijos y morir. Palabras como energía, consciencia, meditación, paz, deberían estar implícitas en nuestra existencia y ser tomadas de manera natural.

¿Qué tanto sabes sobre el proyecto que quieres abordar?

    Tengo entendido qué es una carta astral y cómo funciona, pero necesito indagar más en sus origines, historia, personas implicadas en el tema, un tanto de astrología básica y sobre todo mitología.

 Bibliografía.

https://pijamasurf.com/2016/09/el_hombre_que_invento_la_astrologia/

https://www.astrologiadelser.com/articulos/que-es-la-carta-astral/

https://arteastrotarot.blogspot.com/2019/08/mitologia-aplicada-la-astrologia.html

https://arteastrotarot.blogspot.com/2019/08/mitologia-aplicada-la-astrologia_22.html

Arthur Cotterell. (1999). Enciclopedia de Mitología Universal. Reino Unido: Parragon.

Rolita.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vn8phH0k5HI

[ginzyblog]

Peter Orlovsky, Gary Snyder, Joanne Kyger, near Kausani, India, February, 1962. These are the Nanda Devi peaks, Nandaghunti and Trisul here, not Mt Kailash  as mentioned in the letter below.   (photo: Allen Ginsberg, courtesy Stanford University Libraries)

“and we took walks and climbed up a few thousand feet to a peak and saw the panorama of inner Himalayas snows – 200 miles of white crags including Holy Mt. Kailash the abode of Shiva and all sorts of mythological Gangotris and Kedcernaths and Badernaths where there are temples near snow and many Yogas and holy men scattered in caves – walking along path near house, three half naked men sitting with fixed eyes and beards cross-legged all afternoon in trance under tree – one with a pet cow with a monstrous deformed jaw his friend – and tin beg cups on the deerskin mat they sit on – fixed bloodshot eyes on one, and Shiva tridents, like little Neptune tridents, stuck in the ground beside them – immobile hours all of them – then we climbed hill and talked to beautiful Jerry Heiserman clear skinned long-hair-like-girl shining-eyes youth who just came down from Himalayas for the spring, in long orange bramacharia robes, he invites us to astral lunch. Lives alone with another Yoga kid who’s washing himself naked in the garden. We tell him about the sitting bloodshots down below on the path – he says “Ah, they’re just advertisement posters for the real yogas whom you can’t see way back in the mountains.”  (Allen Ginsberg in letter to Jack Kerouac, May 11, 1962 from Essential Ginsberg, Ed Michael Schumacher)

[rjzimmerman]

Just a few of them:

GRAND PRIZE. Alex Rose, Woodridge, Illinois. As its eye catches the gleam of a setting sun, an American crocodile gulps a breath of air before retreating to pass the night in the safety of mangroves within Cuba’s Jardines de la Reina, an archipelago off the southern coast. Covering some 840 square miles, this network of islands, lagoons and mangrove swamps is one of Cuba’s largest protected areas, where fish, corals and crocs thrive. Alex Rose was there with a team documenting sharks to promote their conservation. At day’s end, she went to photograph crocs, a task Rose approached with caution and help from a local guide who had observed the reptiles for years. “These wild animals are so powerful and impressive,” says Rose, who urges people to feel respect rather than fear. Just inches apart, she and the croc drifted in silent harmony until it vanished.

BABY ANIMALS: FIRST PLACE. Rian van Schalkwyk, Windhoek, Namibia. In 2019, while camping in Zambia’s South Luangwa National Park, Rian van Schalkwyk and his four-year-old daughter, Nina, rose early one morning to explore. They soon spotted these young yellow baboons playing on the gnarled remains of a camelthorn tree. When one found a seed pod, the other scrambled to grab it away. Van Schalkwyk loved the look of “fascination” on Nina’s face as she watched the antics. “They reminded us so much of human children playing,” he says.

LANDSCAPES & PLANTS: FIRST PLACE. Jake Mosher, Bozeman, Montana. “To me, the Milky Way is one of the most beautiful things in the sky,” says astral photographer Jake Mosher. “And if I can frame it over something as beautiful as the Yellowstone River with fog, people will gain a whole new idea of a place they may know during the day but have never seen at night.” For this panorama, Mosher spent two predawn hours in the bitter cold, alone but for the calls of owls and geese. “Despite today’s bad news and division,” he says, “there’s still magic all around us.”

LANDSCAPES & PLANTS: SECOND PLACE. Laura Hedien, Grayslake, Illinois. A self-described “adrenaline junkie,” retired firefighter Laura Hedien has been chasing storms for 15 years across the Great Plains. With friends, she followed this one from Colorado into Kansas, where, toward nightfall, it shot lightning through a swirling “spaceship” of clouds. “This is what we call a shoot ’n scoot,” she says of the chase. “These storms feel alive, morphing as they move. It’s so exciting.”

MAMMALS: SECOND PLACE. Patricia Hennessy, Albany, New York. Luck graced Patricia Hennessy on the first day of her first trip to Africa. In Kenya’s Samburu National Reserve, she and her guide spotted two leopard brothers frolicking in the brush. Suddenly, they leapt onto a rock, and for just a few seconds, their bodies arched against the African sky, forming a circle of life in motion. “What I came back with will last me a lifetime,” says Hennessy. “There are no words.”

PEOPLE IN NATURE: FIRST PLACE. Davis Huber, Los Angeles, California. Dedicating her life to caring for an orphaned black rhino, Ranger Salome Lemalasia offers a tender stroke within the safe confines of Kenya’s Sera Rhino Sanctuary, established in 2015 to protect this critically endangered species. Named Loijipu, this young male was abandoned at birth. “Their bond seemed incredibly loving and trusting,” says Davis Huber. “For me, this image conveys hope.”

[baralhociganoemagia]

Oi, encantados! . . . Hoje vamos conhecer a Mandala Astrológica que é um método de jogo que usa o gráfico do zodíaco como base e jogamos as lâminas do Tarot e do Baralho Cigano para ver cada aspecto da sua vida. Então, vemos como você está, como estão suas finanças, amor, saúde, trabalho... enfim, todas as casas de um mapa astral, representando as áreas da sua vida e descritas pelas lâminas do Tarot e do Baralho Cigano. Essa é uma consulta completa. Podemos ver TUDO! É um método onde também usamos alguns conhecimentos de astrologia nas representações das lâminas. A previsão desse jogo é para os próximos 06 meses. Com conselhos, direcionamentos, tendências. Um panorama geral de todas as áreas da sua vida e como melhorar os aspectos que não estão tão harmoniosos. Vem conhecer mais desse jogo e assim saber como melhorar as situações mais complicadas que você está passando. . . . Gostou? Deixa um ❤️ Compartilha com os amigos 👭 . . . E chama um dos elfos para agendar a sua consulta 🧝🏻‍♂️ . Entre em contato com os Elfos aqui do BCM e agende a sua! 🎃 Baralho Cigano e Magia 🦄 O Universo conspirando a seu favor! . 🧝🏼‍♂️ *Caíque* (11) 98950-2914 . 🧝🏻‍♀️ *Olívia* (11) 97071-0951 . #baralhocigano #tarot #taro #cartomante #umbanda #candomblé #astrologia #vidente #deus #40servidores #magiaoracular #magia #orixa #signos #bruxa #previsão #mapanatal #thitaoliveira #cigana #ciganaesmeralda #tsara #tsaracigana #ciganosdourados #ciganosdooriente #povocigano #oraculo #magiaoracular #lua #planetas https://www.instagram.com/p/COQIr1uHPTb/?igshid=1bbvsw8ev93tx

[sietemaravillashq]

TU NACIMIENTO ES MI NACIMIENTO, TU MUERTE ES MI MUERTE. Los juramentos no están para romperse y eso lo sabes. ¿Recuerdas JUNIPER LUCASTA cuando profesaste aquellas palabras? Ahora que tu Aquelarre te necesita, ¿le harás justicia a la promesa que selló tus labios?

FARUKA, ¡Bienvenida a las Siete Maravillas! Gracias por acompañarnos en este proyecto, esperamos disfrutes del grupal. A partir de este momento tienes 24 horas para enviarnos la cuenta de tu personaje, pero si necesitas más tiempo nuestro buzón está abierto.

FUERA DE PERSONAJE

Pseudónimo: faruka

Pronombres: ella

Edad: +18

País o zona horaria: chile

Nivel de conexión del uno al diez: 5

Triggers: policías, militares, non-con, transfobia, racismo, homofobia

En caso de unfollow ¿permitirías que usemos a tu personaje para el desarrollo de la trama? zi uwu

¿Algo que añadir? rip amahle espero que le patees el trasero a muchxs fachxs donde sea que estés u__u o mejor aún, que estés quemando algún congreso ♡

DENTRO DE PERSONAJE

Nombre: Juniper ‘ Juno ’ Lucasta.

Pronombres: ella / suya

Faceclaim: tessa thompson

Edad y fecha de nacimiento: 14 de enero, 30 años.

Ocupación: tutora en la academia de gowdie, ex futbolista profesional.

Cupo y a qué Aquelarre pertenece:  91, lucasta

Personalidad:

+ Perspicaz, vehemente, honesta. 

- Competitiva, orgullosa, imprudente.

¿Qué poderes posee? piroquinesis, transmutación, descendum / proyección astral, magia con espejos y healing.

¿Cómo fue la primera vez que desarrolló uno de sus poderes?

Desde infante que los ojos de su familia estuvieron puestos sobre Juniper.  Crecer en la Academia no fue sencillo, rodeada de tutorxs que se inmiscuían más de lo necesario en vida propia y, cómo no, de estudiantes que alardeaban de sus habilidades en cada segundo. Lo reconoce, en más de una ocasión detestó la magia y fantaseó con la idea de irse muy lejos, tan lejos que nadie pudiese reconocer el apellido Lucasta que adornaba su nombre. Pero realidad no fue así, en absoluto. Siempre detestó a todos los estudiantes de la Academia, por eso no dudaba en meterse en discusiones con más de uno de ellos constantemente o hacerles retos que no estaba dispuesta a perder. Tenía trece cuando retó a uno de los estudiantes más jóvenes por una carrera dentro de la Academia, al notar que iba perdiendo algo pasó dentro suyo que simplemente funcionó, transmutación desencadenándose y ella terminando dentro de una de las aulas de clases. Su formación no tardó en empezar tras aquel episodio.

De desearlo, puedes añadir tres puntos relevantes a la historia de tu personaje o curiosidades.

i. De tener que ponerle una etiqueta, seguramente la de la oveja negra le quedaría como anillo al dedo. Disgusto familiar fue evidente cuando Juniper se negó a hacer el ritual de iniciación a la religión wiccana, como si berrinches de infante no fuesen suficientes para ya otorgarles dolor de cabeza a familiares; sin embargo, libertad y comprensión materna siempre estuvo ahí, aún cuando decepción fue bastante evidente al saber que su primogénita no compartiría sus valores. Adolescencia fue turbulenta, entre clases mundanas y las tareas de la academia podía sentir como su cabeza estaba a punto de colapsar, el ver su cuarto vacío a medianoche en mitad de semana volviéndose un panorama bastante usual mientras pasaba las madrugadas en el centro de la ciudad y los días en las canchas de las escuelas públicas.

ii. El fútbol la encontró a ella, o eso cree. Única manera de calmarse, de poder conectarse consigo misma y de acallar torbellino de su cabeza fue a través de aquel deporte. Empezó a entrenar a los catorce, con el tiempo sus habilidades fueron creciendo y aún cuando su madre la apoyaba, si era una preocupación el ver cómo dejaba de lado el perfeccionar sus habilidades mágicas. A los veintidós años entró a la selección femenina de fútbol de los Estados Unidos, jugando como delantera e incluso asistiendo a instancias internacionales donde fue titular. Sin embargo, a los 27 tuvo que retirarse producto de una grave lesión en su rodilla que dejó secuelas permanentes, algunas brujas insistieron en curarle la herida pero Juniper proclamó que aquello no sería para nada justo con sus compañeras ( aún cuando más de una vez utilizó el healing en la cancha ).

iii. A regañadientes volvió a Nueva Orleans, estado que sería transitorio pero que su madre proclamó que necesitaba ayuda, particularmente luego de que fue nombrada como Suprema. Lleva dos años desempeñándose como tutora en la Academia ( puesto que, considera, ejerce de manera terrible ), lo cual esperaba fuese solamente temporal en tanto pudiese volver a retomar el curso de su vida, mas ¿ahora? La muerte de su madre le ha derrumbado por completo, actualmente no quiere más que buscar venganza por sus propias manos siendo ese su motor principal.