#c: renato

[deercliff]

got some True Grit brushes yesterday from their black friday deals. Drew Renato test them out Deeply pleased with the screentone brushes!!!!

[exmortiis]

renato lyra 〃 @deadlykitefight

David wasn't a team player by any means, most of the times the man would rather take the killer head on and take them for a spin, even if at times the results weren't the one expected and by the time the trial was over he was either a bloody and bruised mess or. . . dead. Except he didn't care, that part of him, the one ever so constantly chasing the familiar adrenaline high, satisfied, and what more he could ask for when stuck in such death ridden place.

However it wasn't always like that, exceptions existed even for a man like him, as rare as they may come by. And luckily or perhaps sadly, depending on the point of view, Renato fell into such category, he was one of the few people he came to care about and what was David good for if he couldn't protect them ?

He watched the other struggling to repair the gen he was on, his actions and words doing nothing but having a familiar sense of dread pooling deep in his core. " That's fuckin' bollocks. " Frustration laced in the worry of his tone. That was something he knew first hand, more than once he found himself with his head locked in that very same trap, and thank to his stubborn nature to keep going, he knew very well the feeling of skin and muscles being ripped away from his face before his consciousness would give in to the not quite enteral sleep.

" They are close to escaping, 'cause if ya don't get that thing off, ya ain't getting out. " A bloody hand taking a hold of the younger man's arm, pulling him away from the generator. He could deal with Renato being mad at him but not with him being dead because of how selfless he was but most of all because David failed to protect him. " Ya either go find the damn thing to get that off, of I'm carryin' you to each one of 'em. " Dark hues never wavering, ever so focused on the other, despite everything going around them. A deep breath exhaled from his nose. " I'll finish working on this and ya get that thing sorted out, deal ? " A kick to the half repaired generator. Fingers still wrapped around the other's arm, the grip firm and yet, far from painful. " I ain't leaving without your ass. " And that was a promise.

[bingbxng]

Renato moves to sit beside him carefully. A little closer than someone else might deem comfortable. "Your bell gives me nightmares." He admitted, shrugging as if The Wraith asked. Fingers picking at the imaginary lint on his pants, before tapping nervously. He decided to strike up a conversation, something he wasn't exactly the best at -- now he was beginning to get in his own head. Anxious, not out of fear, death wasn't looming, not yet. Fear of the unknown, of messing up something as simple as talking.

Generators were not an issue, he could concentrate, knowing exactly what has to be done. This -- This freaked him out more than he'd admit.

"You look like you have nightmares. You watch us often, but you keep quiet, to yourself." He wasn't aware he was overstepping. Just pointing out his observations. "Maybe not in the normal sense of the word. I don't take you as the type to scream, jolting from a night terror.. but you are living one, aren't you? Just like most of us? -- I didn't ask to be here. I was living the dream, well -- my dream . My shop was finally blooming. Phones, that ringing also kept me up at night. Anyways, phones were ringing off the hook. Sadly it's probably been sold now. -- The kites brought to a junk yard, auctioned. Either way, the love they were supposed to get, they're not going to get anymore." The words just kept falling from his lips. He didn't intend to ramble. He had a plan. Come sit with The Wraith, and not say a word.. Just sit. -- He couldn't even last three seconds.

"I know you're a killer, and i'm supposed to be a survivor, but no one likes to be alone." His words came out more somber than usual. The gleam in his eyes darkening. He felt alone at times. Even around others, he was drowning in despair. No one understood. He looked happy, he was happy for the most part. Trying to find the beauty in everything, even the fog. Even death -- but he had his moments, and when they came, they took over. Consumed him completely.

"You enjoy it? Killing? Ever get satisfaction giving the last survivor a hatch? Some sense of joy?" Renato barely gave him time to process the rest of his words, before he moved onto the next subject.

@deadlykitefight | PRISONER OF THE FOG: MAIN

Curious. Exceptionally curious. The last thing Philip anticipated, finding a log to himself deep in the woods between respective campfires, was a chatterbox finding him and not running away in fear. The Wraith's idle chitters vibrated in his throat as the boy approached (and in his head, that was exactly what Renato was: a boy -- though perhaps the Fog would shift him into a man before long) and his spindly fingers clenched around Azarov's spinal column. Had such a cruel instrument become something of a safety blanket to the killer? Sometimes he considered parting ways with it. Discarding such a foul memory from his psyche in favor of his own personal growth. But The Fog had transformed Philip into a ghastly caricature of who he once was; condemned him to the suffering of loneliness between acts of slaughter. And how could he blame the very same he was tasked with hunting for keeping their distance?

Impatience lingered in the wake of the survivor's rambling, though there was no ignoring the effect such a bold, seemingly fearless approach had on him. Admittedly, no one had ever willingly placed themselves so close to his vicinity before. Another curiosity. One that admittedly made him the slightest bit uncomfortable.

"You speak as if you may not have time to finish a thought before death finds you," the Wraith uttered with a flat yet animalistic tone. Was he living as the Lyra brother implied? The name bestowed upon him by the Entity would suggest otherwise, yet a beating beneath his slender chest would remind him of what traces of Philip Ojomo's humanity remained.

"But I take no enjoyment in bloodshed beyond what I am bound to. Joy has never been a guiding factor in any of my decisions. Just as your own seem to be lacking in . . . self-preservation." A beat passed in which a beady stare hesitated beneath the silver facade he had yet to remove for some time. He struggled to recall when the last time his muddied features had a chance to breathe from outside of its confines. Yet another security blanket gifted to him by the Entity, perhaps. "Why have you come here?"

[donbuendon]

COLEGA

Renato Leduc C. G. Del Partido al oftalmólogo Amanece con el rostro enemigo dentro del párpado con el índice ligero por presurosos veredictos y nos adaptamos al mundo como el polvo a las cosas para aceptar –ya con el café tibio– que los precipicios también provocan cataratas. Cartografías de la guerra Impunes, en la bolsa de un despiadado, los dobleces del papel deciden las fronteras entre…

[hexesandroses]

Kiya Kiya... Little do you know that I whisper a prayer every time I see Renato in this outfit

BOOM SHAKALAKA YES GAWWWWWWWD

…I have many things to say and none of them are appropriate

[thunderstruck9]

Renato Guttuso (Italian, 1912-1987), Garlic, c.1975. Oil on canvas, 30 x 40 cm.

[blueiscoool]

A Statue of Atlas Emerges From the Ruins of Sicily’s Ancient Temple of Zeus

In the fifth century B.C.E., 38 looming sculptures of the Titan stood guard at the structure.

After 20 years of restorations, a 26-foot-tall statue of Atlas is once again standing guard at the ancient Temple of Zeus in the city of Agrigento (once called Akragas) in Sicily.

The statue, created in the fifth century B.C.E., was one of roughly 38 similar Atlas monuments built into the temple. They stood in a line between columns with their arms raised, appearing to hold the holy structure upright.

In Greek mythology, Atlas was a Titan who rebelled in a war against Zeus. As punishment, he was forced to hold up the sky on his shoulders. Unlike the mythological Atlas, however, the stone likenesses were unable to hold up Zeus’ temple forever. Ultimately, earthquakes and other events caused the structure to crumble.

For many years, pieces of the statues were scattered around the site amongst other ancient ruins. In 1812, Charles Robert Cockerell, a prominent British architect, first identified one of the Titan’s giant sandstone heads during a visit to Agrigento. A century later, in 1920, archaeologist Pirro Marconi became the first person to attempt to reconstruct one of the Atlases, which is now housed in the Archaeological Museum of Agrigento.

The seeds of the current project began in 2004, when the Valley of the Temples park conducted a sweeping research campaign at the site. Experts cataloged 90 fragments from at least eight Atlas statues.

“The idea was to reposition one of these Atlases in front of the temple so that it may serve as a guardian of the structure dedicated to the father of the gods,” Roberto Sciarratta, the director of the Valley of the Temples park, tells the Guardian’s Lorenzo Tondo.

But rebuilding Atlas in a standing position was particularly challenging, as researchers couldn’t simply stack the pieces of the statue on top of one another. Instead, they attached the fragments to metal shelves, which are supported by a larger metal structure.

The restoration has faced scrutiny ever since officials first announced it several years ago.

“No archaeologist would endorse the use of ancient sculpture, no matter how fragmentary, to create a modern sculpture, even if the purpose is to highlight the site’s antiquity,” C. Brian Rose, an archaeologist at the University of Pennsylvania, told the New York Times’ Franz Lidz in 2020.

But officials like Renato Schifani, the Sicilian governor, think that the statue’s resurrection is a commendable feat.

“Today is an important day for Agrigento and for all of Sicily,” says Schifani in a statement, per Google Translate. “This stone giant of ancient Akragas, which after many years of studies and research we can observe in its natural position, is the heart of an important museum project of the entire area of ​​the Temple of Zeus."

By Julia Binswanger.

[interactivefictionramblings]

Okay, I want to try to keep track of my guesses for the scene spoilers. As far as I know, we can only get one scene from each story, right?

Spoiler 1 - Character A: so you want to be defiant with me?

My guess: sounds like Malek’s romance route. Edit: if we only get one scene per story, this has to be a different one, I think. Minhyuk, Ig. Or that guy I’ve heard about, Ezra, from CY2.

Spoiler 2 - Character A: those are unnecessary questions, Character B. And you are unnecessary.

My initial guess was ABH, with Audrey as (C). I now think that this might be DLS and Lale. I gather (A) could be the Ambassador, with (B) as a side-character, maybe a guard, who asks understandable questions, like how the Special Ambassador got into the area they’re in. When Hasan’s ghost started entering the world of the living again, iirc we saw a place with black walls in the palace: some normally unused corridors.

Alternatively, (B) could be Mehmed, who led Lale there as an exchange for a deal, assuming no-one would be foolish enough to harm the niece of the sultan, especially so obviously. It’s possible the Ambassador even said no human would dare to, through it: implying he wouldn’t. Mehmed tries to attack, to protect Lale, which is why he vehemently says Vlad doesn’t know what happened then. He never intentionally put Lale in danger, and tried to stop the deal. But it was too late: he’d chosen his destiny, so the bright soul, Lale, was doomed to be lost.

Additionally, we still haven’t seen the scene we open the story with: in Laia’s dream, she runs down a stone corridor with, iirc, black walls. A faceless figure with a fancy cloak follows after her, reaching for the azure pendant she wears. She ends up at a dead-end, but swears that he will never get it. This could be that first scene.

Spoiler 3 - Character A: I’m happy for you. Tell me, how did you get…

I think this is WTC, with Nova (A), Renato (B), and most-likely Vesper (C). We still don’t know how Renato survived, and it may have to do with the limenalite curse, so perhaps he can hear the dead still? If that was used. He could also just have heightened senses, now.

Spoiler 4 - Her gaze sought answers. Character A wanted to scream, to ask what Character B was doing, to beg for mercy.

As I’ve already gone over, I think this is HSR, a (present-time) scene paralleling Cain’s loss-of-control from the end of S1, and the first time Lane’s powers were glimpsed (being choked).

Spoiler 5 - Character A shakes her head, nervously, and flicks her hair over her shoulder with one hand.

I don’t know much about it, but this definitely feels like 7B to me (plus, well: porta-potties).

Spoiler 6 - Sit down over here and I’ll get you a kitchen towel.

The new story, I guess??

Spoiler 7 - Character A didn’t squeeze very hard… Just hard enough to make Character B’s face flush and his eyes redden.

No real idea, but I think this sounds like SL? I don’t read it, I’ve just read screenshots.

Spoiler 8 - “Should I run? I’ll get to the door as fast as I can…”

This definitely gives me Audrey (as A) and Somnus (as B). Wasn’t there a Which-is-True spoiler with Somnus entering her dream? I think that’s what’s happening in this scene.

Spoiler 9 - Character A: well then, are you ready?

I agree with the commenters saying this sounds like it has to do with the Which-is-True option about SC’s MC kissing Hobello. So that’s Shakespeare’s Code down then, now.

Spoiler 10 - Character A: maybe you were right to be afraid, Character B.

Okay, so, this scene is a furious argument…it sounds like SOTCN to me, as (B) comes off as rather uniquely Eva, lol (Eva’s ‘I fear no gods (even though I totally do, very much so)’ way of acting), although I have no idea what it is she’s referring to as their fault. But then, I don’t read it for the plot, so. I’m counting this as SOTCN. I don’t know if Spoiler 6 is the new story (I think it’s possible) or PUB, but if it’s not, then each spoiler still has the potential to be from that.

But if I’m right with my guesses so far, that still leaves us TTS, HWTU & KFS. Plus CY2 & PUB.

Edit: oh wait, didn’t the last episode end with something that could make Amen act as (A)?

Spoiler 11 - Character A: did you do what we agreed on?

I didn’t have a clue until commenters on Reddit suggested the twins from CY2. I totally forgot they existed asdfghjkl. Yeah it’s definitely them.

Spoiler 12 - Character A: you’re talking about my dancing?

So, people are guessing PUB, but I think this may be TTS, with Tiss and Griaran. We haven’t seen that much of the final LI yet, so it’s a good spoiler to go with; tricky to identify. But, with the ending of the last episode and what little we have been shown, I think (B) makes sense as Griaran. And also, (B) is referred to with she and her pronouns, so it’s not Orion (from PUB).

If the reason Laimir arranged for the women to get together turns out to be in preparation for a party - like we saw in iirc the third story teaser - then they could practice dancing, and Griaran gives off the vibes of someone who’d instantly jump on the opportunity to whisper with Tiss.

Spoiler 13 - Character A: men are fickle, especially those in power. Their interest is smoke. Come morning, it dissipates.

I’m gonna have to come back to this, because I’m fairly clueless atm. From my counting, the only stories left would be KFS, HWTU, and PUB or the new story (depending on which one 6 is). KFS seems most-likely, but I don’t know much about Sara’s route, so I’m not certain it’s her.

Edit: now that the final spoiler sounds so much like KFS, and I’ve gone over my guesses again, this still feels like the only one I can’t place… I don’t see any of the others as HWTU. Could it be that this is…maybe a flashback-vision that Lada has of Milon getting involved with his gf?

I mean, it’s a little ridiculous, but. Maybe…????

Her comment about men in power fits with a woman known to be involved with Ozar, so.

Spoiler 14 - Character A parts her lips slightly, not too overtly, but enough to make her intentions clear.

Almost everyone’s guessing SL, but the use of the British “bloody” here confuses me. Since I really am not familiar with either story, though, my guesses for this and spoiler 7 aren’t well-informed…it still seems like 7 was SL and this is PUB, though? Which means only HWTU awaits.

Spoiler 15 - The thought that everything between them might turn to ashes terrified her.

Well. I really thought this was going to be from HWTU, but it sounds like Devi (KFS); she’s very proud. Which means I missed HWTU’s spoiler?! Now I need to go over these again and rethink everything 😵‍💫 Anyway, ‘B’ could be anyone - it could be a cheating route reveal - but given last episode’s end, it may be Ian’s romance route.

[bingbxng]

Beady eyes blinked beneath their silver shield in the wake of an unanticipated conversation. Philip mostly kept to himself; condemned to his thoughts of a time before The Fog; a time he would question as if it were really much better than where he currently found himself doing the Entity's bidding. He supposed it was better than being behind bars. The Fog provided an escape for him, albeit one he was still uncertain as to whether or not he deserved. Philip's hands were stained with the blood of countless innocents as well as evil itself. He was made to do the bidding of evil once more, unknowingly perhaps, but he would often weigh the two sides against each other and struggle to differentiate the morality -- or lack thereof -- between them. Even his father's bell felt bittersweet within his grasp, despite the fact it held the same purpose back then as it did now: a warning sign; a death toll.

Regardless, Philip was no liar, at least not without good reason. And this inquisitive survivor intrigued him enough to keep himself planted where he sat despite the other's restless nature. The Lyra boy was correct, as Philip had many things worth saying at any given time; many eloquent if not somewhat morose thoughts kept within the walls of his overburdened mind; better left unaddressed. A cant of his head was given in the wake of silence, curiosity stewing alongside an interesting and extremely foreign pang beneath his ribcage.

"We often want things we do not deserve."

Simply put, he dodged the question. Of course he craved the company, despite his internal struggle with his own worthiness of it. Even before The Fog, his own disfigurations often sent strangers scrambling in the other direction; nursing unease and discomfort at the mere sight of him. In many ways, the mask provided to him by the Entity was a way of protecting those who may dare to get close. Despite his role as a merciless killer in The Fog, Philip had no desire to traumatize those with his appearance alone. Even beneath its identity concealing barrier, layers of mud caked over horrific patterns of melted flesh.

Perhaps he would talk about it some day . . . the reasons behind which he preferred to sit in solitary among the trees and the fog as opposed to taking up an audience with the crackling embers of a campfire. The trauma of his childhood left a significant imprint on the young Ojomo that would shift the rest of his life from that point on. Even rare moments of rest were interrupted by gut wrenching visions of arson and the visceral screams of evil succumbing to its own method of slaughter. That was something The Wraith would never quite be able to overcome, at least in his mind. At least not alone.

Continued from here: @bingbxng

-- He wouldn't be the first one to see him as such. Renato fought most of his life for people to see the man that he was, or could become.. Unfortunately no matter how successful he was, they still saw the boy that they had to babysit. That they didn't fully understand. Just a boy... It's all he was. He would prove them all wrong one day, show the world (or the fog) that he could be more than that.--

Head slanting to the side slightly. His own curiosity beginning to bubble as he heard the small trilling sounds, escape The Wraith. It almost drew him closer, Renato had to physically fight himself to stay put. Fight to not invade even more of his personal space. Body becoming stiff as he did. It was unnatural for him, to brawl with his own urges. So much so, that it was almost painful. As he watched, he saw the way his fingers grasped onto the tool, and his need to know more only grew. The blabber mouth may talk more than he should, but he observed just as much. Information was almost as important as his kites. Both more important to him than his own life.

"I wish I could say that's why I speak this way. Death will find me if it wants. This place did. I didn't have a choice, so I assume I won't have a choice then either." He shrugged, death didn't scare him. Science taught him that all life cycles come to an end, and some even begin again. Scooting closer, because he could no longer fight it anymore, the chittering noises almost relaxing him. "You barely speak, why is that? I don't think it's because you have nothing to say."

Self preservation -- his entire body jerked, as he realized how close he was, how bold he was being. Quickly jumping to his feet, but not yet moving away. It seemed he couldn't, there was a pull. Whether it was the knowledge he could soak up, of the mystery that was Philip, or maybe it was how he kept to himself, drawing him in... Or, it could be something else entirely. He wasn't sure. Maybe he'd never know? "Joy doesn't drive you? You have no enjoyment when it comes to killing? Then what do you have? -- Happiness may be more important than surviving at this point." Was he already consumed with dread and despair? Had he always been?

"...No one should be lonely." He shrugged, still standing, now unsure of what to do with himself. Still too close, maybe he really did lack self preservation. "Do you not want the company?"

[moodoo-van-spoon]

Figaro's Famous Fanfare | 66 Brilliant Baritones Battle OUT NOW!

Gioachino Rossini’s opera Il Barbiere di Siviglia (The Barber of Seville) remains one of the most beloved and enduring works in the operatic repertoire.

Among its many memorable moments, Figaro's entrance aria, "Largo al Factotum," stands out as a tour de force for the baritone voice and a cornerstone for both character development and comedic expression.

The famous "Figaro, Figaro, Figaro" section, performed unaccompanied, exemplifies Rossini's wit, musical humour, and masterful control of operatic timing.

This moment showcases the singer’s vocal precision, agility, and musicianship, while also highlighting their acting skills, characterisation, dramatic flair, and ability to engage the audience.

In this 10-minute video, 66 great operatic baritones bring their own unique interpretations to this iconic a cappella passage.

List of Figaros:

Giuseppe Campanari [1855–1927] — Over 200 Met performances Mattia Battistini [1856–1928] — ‘King of Baritones’ Joseph Winogradoff [1866–1936] — Sang Figaro in Yiddish John Forsell [1868–1941] — Debuted as Figaro Mario Sammarco [1868–1930] — Noted for versatility & acting Emilio De Gogorza [1872–1949] — Recorded prodigiously

Riccardo Stracciari [1875–1955] — Figaro a signature role Giuseppe De Luca [1876–1950] — Created Sharpless & Schicchi Titta Ruffo [1877–1953] — ‘Voice of The Lion’ Pasquale Amato [1878–1942] — Sang at the Met 1908–1921 Peter Dawson* [1882–1961] — Bass-baritone. Over 1500 recordings Carlo Galeffi [1882–1961] — One of the finest interwar baritones

Enrico Molinari [1882–1956] — Sang as bass & baritone Armand Crabbé [1883–1947] — A lead in London 1906–1914, 1937 Giuseppe Danise [1883–1963] — Four Met premieres Anafesto Rossi [1883–1933] — Graduated as a bass Enrico De Franceschi [1885–1945] — Figaro in Turin & Honduras Umberto Urbano [1885–1969] — Recorded ‘marvels of lyric beauty’

Apollo Granforte [1886–1975] — c.1800 performances Giulio Fregosi [1887–1951] — Figaro in Paris Luigi Montesanto [1887–1954] — Created Michele Giacomo Rimini [1887–1952] — Sang Figaro with GalliCurci Heinrich Schlusnus [1888–1952] —Top German interwar lyric baritone Mariano Stabile [1888–1968] — Outstanding singing-actor

Richard Bonelli [1889–1980] — Sang Figaro in early sound film Benvenuto Franci [1891–1985] — A top Figaro interpretator John Charles Thomas [1891–1960] — Hollywood Walk of Fame Mario Basiola [1892–1965] — 66 roles. Taught by Cotogni Giovanni Inghilleri [1894–1959] — Sang with Ponselle & Gigli Lawrence Tibbett [1896–1960] — Legendary singer & actor

Iso Golland [1898–1961] — Respected pedagogue Dennis Noble* [1898–1966] — Bristolian [UK]. Prolific broadcaster Carlo Tagliabue [1898–1978] — Sang Wagner, Excelled at Verdi Ivan Petroff [1899–1963] — Debuted as Figaro Igor Gorin [1904–1982] — Cantor fluent in 8 languages Alexander Sved [1906–1979] — Taught by Sammarco & Stracciari

Frank Valentino [1907–1991] — 26 roles in 21 seasons at the Met Leonard Warren [1911–1960] — Met lead. Had a top C Gino Bechi [1913–1993] — Cast in musical films Tito Gobbi [1913–1984] — 136 roles over 44 years Paolo Silveri [1913–2001] �� Sang as bass, baritone & tenor Giuseppe Valdengo [1914–2007] — Debuted as Figaro

Josef Metternich [1915–2005] — Created Hindemith’s Kepler Giuseppe Taddei [1916–2010] — Aged 69 at Met debut Robert Merrill [1917–2004] — Met’s principal baritone Manuel Ausensi [1919–2005] — Famous full recording of this opera Sesto Bruscantini [1919–2003] — Also sang Bartolo Aldo Protti [1920–1995] — Student of Basiola

Ettore Bastianini [1922–1967] — Recorded this opera for Decca Cornell MacNeil [1922–2011] — ‘Rivals, but [..] no equals’ Renato Capecchi [1923–1998] — Singer, actor & director Frank Guarrera [1923–2007] — Figaro a signature role Rolando Panerai [1924–2019] — More than 150 roles. Famed for buffo Piero Cappuccilli [1926–2005] — 17 major Verdi roles

Nicolae Herlea [1927–2014] — Sang Figaro c.550 times Peter Glossop [1928–2008] — A lead in London, Europe & USA Hermann Prey [1929–1998] — Figaro in film and live TV Yuri Gulyayev [1930–1986] — Figaro a best role Yuri Mazurok [1931–2006] — People’s Artist of the USSR Stoyan Popov [1933–2017] — ’The Bulgarian Titto Gobbi’

Sherrill Milnes [1935-] — Recorded Figaro under Levine Franco Pagliazzi [1937–2018] — Became dramatic tenor Silvano Carroli [1939–2020] — Taught by Mario Del Monaco Muslim Magomayev [1942–2008] — ’Soviet Sinatra’ Allan Monk [1942-] — Awarded a Golden Jubilee Medal Amartuvshin Enkhbat [1986-] — Numerous international awards

*Recorded 'Largo al Factotum' in the Key of Bb

Please join me for the premiere of this new video and share your thoughts in the comments and in the chat! I’m curious… Who’s YOUR favourite Figaro?! 🎶

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Feel free to invite anyone else who might enjoy it— I look forward to you joining me there! Moodoo Van Spoon

[deercliff]

34 for the spotify ask game?

Of course the first one we hit had to be the one that outs me as. a bit of a swift enjoyer. The song owns ok I like it a lot!!! one of my all time faves!!! im sorry!!! im not too good it!!

Decided to draw Rosren because well.......................two powerful people. tumultuous relationship. always come back to each other. and also they're a little bit straight. just a bit.

[exmortiis]

renato lyra 〃 @deadlykitefight

It was easy to notice things about the younger man when he wasn't as subtle as one might think, but then again David came to realize that Renato wasn't quite like the rest of them, there was still light filling him, spilling from his very persona with every smile gracing sun kissed skin, something that David didn't truly have to being with. A shake of his head, chasing away his own unwanted thoughts.

A chuckle slipped past his mouth, the hint of amusement and something else, something warm, gleaming behind dark hues when his gaze met the other's. " I don't know, I was thinkin' about taking a walk or something. " The raise of a brow, he was teasing. " It's such beautiful night. . . or day, y'know ? " The sarcasm heavily intertwined with his words, after all he long forgot any resemble of passing of time, the Fog making it hard to keep count when everything looked the same day after day.

" But you make such compelling argument about staying. " The corner of his mouth curving into a smirk when he settled beside Renato, as if he would have done anything else. Rough fingers coming to ever so gently ruffle the back of the other's hair before his hand settled against the back of his neck, warm and steady. Almost apologetic even. " Didn't mean to spook ya, mhm. "

[jartita-me-teneis]

 Agnese Sorel nació en la primera mitad del siglo XV de una familia de la pequeña nobleza provincial, al servicio de la nobleza angioína. El padre era Jean Sorel (o Soreau), señor de Coudun cerca de Compiègne, y la madre Catalina de Maignelais, castellano de Verneuil-en-Bourbonnais. Agnese tenía cuatro hermanos: Carlo, Andrew, Giovanni y Luigi.

En Piccardia recibió una educación precisa para prepararse para cubrir en la corte la envidiable tarea de la doncella de Isabella di Lorena, esposa del rey de Nápoles, Renato d'Angi zione. La joven belleza de la nueva doncella de la corte, Agnès, pronto fue notada por el rey Carlos VII. El Gran Siniskalco de Angio, Poitou y Normandía, Pierre de Brézé, la introdujo al gobernante y en 1444 Inés pasó del rango de dama de honor de Isabel de Lorena al de la primera dama no oficial del reino de Francia, convirtiéndose en howev er fuerte mal dama de honor de la casa de la reina de Francia, María de Angio. Ella tenía el estatus de la favorita oficial del rey, que era una gran noticia en la corte, ya que hasta entonces los reyes de Francia tenían que permanecer en las sombras. Carlos VII también tuvo otros amantes, pero ninguno de ellos tenía la importancia de Inés. Su arte de vivir y su extravagancia pronto llevaron a la reina a la corte bajo segunda luz. Los velos y otros arneses fueron abandonados: Agnes "inventó" el escote de hombros desnudos, definido como "licensividad y absolutitud" por algunos historiadores religiosos de la época. Las pirámides mareadas superaron su peinado y las perchas de hasta ocho metros de largo alargaron su elegante ropa adornada con bordes preciosos en pieles de mártir o marta. Sólo en 1444 Carlos VII le dio joyas por valor de veinte mil seiscientos escudos, incluyendo el primer diamante cortado conocido en ese momento. Para obtener sus preciosos adornos, se convirtió en la mejor clienta de Jacques C œur, el gran platero del rey y comerciante internacional de gemas. Ella consumía una gran cantidad de sustancias finas, inmediatamente imitadas en esto por las otras damas de la corte. El Delfín, futuro Luigi XI, no lo soportó y afirmó que se burló de su madre. Un día la persiguió, con una espada en su puño, por los apartamentos reales: Agnes logró escapar de él sólo refugiándose en el dormitorio del rey. Molesto por tal descaro, Carlos VII echó a su hijo fuera de la corte, enviándolo a gobernar el Delfinato. Ella dio al gobernante cuatro hijas y murió dando a luz hasta la última. Unos días después de su último parto, Agnes fue golpeada por un "fluido en el estómago", según el corresponsal oficial de la corte Jean Chartier, y pocas horas murió recomendando su alma a Dios y a la Virgen María. Oficialmente Agnese murió de fiebre puerperal. La rapidez de su muerte le hizo creer que era envenenamiento. El joyero Jacques Coeur, su albacea, fue culpado por esto, pero fue absuelto inmediatamente. Los sospechosos apuntaron al Delfín, un enemigo del partido que ella apoyaba. Desolado, el rey arregla la ejecución de dos magníficas tumbas de mármol: una, que contiene el corazón de Agnese, se encuentra en Jumiege, la otra, que contiene el cuerpo, se encuentra en Loches, en el Colegiale di Sant'Orso (en aquel momento llamado Notre-Dam e de Loches) y recibir el epitafio: Aquí yace la noble dama Agnese di Seurelle, señora viviente de Beaulté, de Roquecisière, de Issoudun y de Vernon-sur-Seine, misericordiosa con todos y que generosamente dio algunos de sus bienes a las iglesias y a los pobres; que pasó en el año de g carrera MCCCCXLIX. Reza a Dios para que su alma descanse. Amén"

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Listen, ik I said I was taking a break but I was playing dbd just now, and this thought would not leave me alone- PLEASE

(NSFW ♡)

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Renato whines as he strains against the ropes tied to the bedframe, you giggle as you lick up the chocolate off his tits.

He watches you intently, the way you grip his waist as you clean up the cream from his stomach. He bites his lips down to prevent any noises from coming out. "Keep it down Renato, Thalita is right next door, remember?" you giggle before biting down on his neck.

Renato throws his head back and wraps his legs around your hips. You free him from his restraints and his hands instantly insert themselves into your hair.

You grab the bottle of chocolate next to you and drizzle some onto your fingers, without delay you push your fingers into his mouth. Renato sighs while moving his right hand to hold your wrist while the other holds the back of your thigh. He sucks your fingers softly, cleaning them up with his tongue.

His eyes roll back as you pull his hair with your free hand.

You pull your fingers out and lean down, your hair covering his and your face, you smile and grab his chin to make him look up at you.

Without warning you assert your lips on his, his hands run up from your waist to your shoulders, gripping on for support.

He opens his mouth to allow your tongue in, only to be met with a sweet taste, chocolate, wait how did you-? "Mmf!" His thoughts were cut off by your hand grabbing his leaking cock. He moans into your mouth as you pump up and down around his length.

You let go of the kiss, chocolate covering each others lips, you lick them clean as does Renato, he grabs your waist and lifts himself up to hug you.

He watches intensely over your shoulder at the way you pump him up and down, the sight alone is enough to nearly throw him off the edge. "Ngh, hah! G-gonna cum, please let me? Let me cum please~?"

He begs softly and faces you completely, his glossy eyes stare at you in desperation, I mean, who could say no to such an adorable face? You nod your head and thank yous start flowing out of mouth. "You've been such a good boy, cum for me"

Those words were enough to throw him off the edge, he falls back on the bed and arches his back, "yes! c-cumming!! AH!" That last part was unfortunately a little loud, he tries to calm himself down, a knock was heard at the door.

"Bro? You okay in there?" Thalita asks with a bit of worry in her voice. "Y-yeah, just s-stubbed my toe, that's all" you swallow your laughter and get off him, you walk to his bathroom and grab a damp cloth, you clean off the dried and sticky chocolate off him along with his slick.

You walk back and clean off the cloth and put a blanket over Renato, you walk out of his room to be met with a suspicious Thalita, she looks at your shirt and snarls. "There's chocolate on your chest" you look down at her smaller form. "Yeah, thanks for the heads up"

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A/N: I'm so desperate for Renato, hes so yum 😋 also I've never written for anything with food, so uh, sorry if it's bad 😔🙏

[princefluph]

a friend of mine ran a monster of the week a while and we were in a high school in the 90's. My character was Landon who was the monstrous class (They're like an oni/kitsune mix) and have the orange hair that covers their face. Three other friends involved were @supersapphireaether whos character is on the very left named Renato, @itisriv whos character is in the middle and named Sloane, and @yukkikatsuki whos character is on the middle right named Kayla. other characters (I don't know if they have tumblr accounts) are Robbie who is to the right of Kayla and Dallas whos on the very right. It's a really fun cast of characters c:

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

Shirt Stealing Thief

Renato Lyra x Reader

Synopsis: Heading to the Iron Maiden tour (based on the shirt DBD just released)

⚠️ There is some Portuguese in here, it is not my first language, nor do I speak it! I used the translation app that comes with the iPhone, and if anything is wrong please lmk! ⚠️

The words in another language are in bold and italicized! And most of the them have the translation next to it in brackets. The only one that doesn’t is beneath this one!

‘Sério? Esta porta tem uma fechadura por um maldito motivo! Renato, eu vou te machucar, eu juro!’ -> ‘Really? This door has a lock for a damn reason! Renato, I'm going to hurt you, I swear!’

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“Hey, (Y/N)? Renato called from in the living room.

“Yeah?” I exclaim, as I turned off my phone and set it down next to me on his bed.

“Have you seen my shirt?”

“I haven’t seen it!” I exclaimed from inside Renato’s room as he searched the entire house, top to bottom, left and right, in and out to find a shirt. “Where’d you last have it?”

“I put it down on the counter in the bathroom,” He started to explain and my eyes went wide knowing good and well, I was wearing it. I left it there, so I can change into it, once I was done with my shower.”

“No, that’s like so weird. Which shirt was it?” I asked him.

“My Iron Maiden shirt. Y’know the one with the locations on the back, and weird looking creature on it. Can’t miss it.”

“I know what you’re talking about, but I haven’t seen it today, did it fall on the floor?”

“No, meu amor, it didn’t. I checked the entire bathroom and practically my whole house.”

“Why not just wear one from the year prior or a different shirt?” I suggested, really wanting to wear his shirt.

“I could, but I really wanted to wear that one. It’s fine, I’m sure it’ll turn up soon-” He said as he walked into his room to find, me— the culprit of shirt theft, laying on his bed wearing the shirt he had been looking everyone for.

“And look at that, it did turn up. Bom deus [Good God], did you take this out of the bathroom while I was showering?”

“And if I did, what’re you going to do about it?” I flash him a smug grin and folded my arms, showing him up.

“Maybe this?” He says, wrapping and arm around my waist, pulling me in so I was flush against his chest.

I rest my hands on each of his shoulders, as he leans down to place his lips atop of my own.

I smile against his lips as he dipped me, like in a movie, with the guy dipping the girl as they danced and swayed across the entire floor of the ballroom.

He dipped me low enough, that we felt onto his bed, causing a laugh to come out and he felt it against his mouth. “What are you laughing at, meu amor?” He had asked after backing up from the kiss briefly.

“Você [You].” I said, in-between laughs. Renato’s eyes went wide, in surprise.

“Have you been learning Portuguese?” He asked, completely and utterly awestricken.

“Eu tenho [I have].” I smiled smugly up at him, as he was hovering over me, with his hands plastered on each side of my head. “What do you think?”

“I think you just got 10x more amazing.” He said, resuming what we had been doing before and put his hand back on my cheek and kissed me with more passion this time.

“Hey, Renato. You done?” Thalita asked, knocking on his bedroom door. “Hurry up in there, other-whys we’ll be late!” Thalita said, knocking once more, but rolled her eyes when he didn’t say anything back to her. She walked in and saw Renato laying on top of me with just his bottom half wearing clothes.

She shook her head, covering her eyes, shouting at us in Portuguese. “Sério? Esta porta tem uma fechadura por um maldito motivo! Renato, eu vou te machucar, eu juro!”

“What’d she say?” I asked, only knowing bits of Portuguese, thanks to Renato being my very own translator.

“Nothing to concern yourself with, .” He kissed my forehead, and stood up, helping me to my feet. “Now, are you going to give me my shirt back, meu amor?”

“…Eventually…” I replied as he playfully rolled his eyes, searching his closest for another shirt to wear.

“Today is just not that day, meu amor.”