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[drakenathan]

totally forgot that jamie lee curtis plays jess mom in new girl. Love it.

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[jade-island-lives]

Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Original Work, Tales of Merlia Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Delilah Mathers, Merlin Windsplash, Pepper Whippertail, Torrent Lazuli, Alana Winters, Matthew Quince, Miss Elizabeth Warner, Samantha Warner, Lucy Windsplash, Nemo Mathers, Aunt Mathers, Lois Mathers, Kilorn Mathers, Bob Whippertail, Carla Windsplash, Shell the Relentless, Umira the Pirate Queen, Sunshine the Siren, Pearly the Scholar, Coral the Strange, Soot the Mad Scientist, Shadowtail Additional Tags: mermaid, Fantasy, Original Character(s), Original Fiction, Sirens, Magic, Action/Adventure, Found Family, Developing Friendships, Pining, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Emotional Baggage, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Anxiety Disorder, Abusive Parents, Verbal Abuse, Physical Abuse, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Child Neglect, Mental Health Issues, Healing, Recovery, Family, Family Feels, Family Fluff, Blood and Injury, Past Character Death, Past Torture, Past Violence, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tags May Change, Tags Are Hard Series: Part 1 of Tales of Merlia Summary:

Delilah Mathers is 13 years old and already, her life is a mess.

She lives with her Aunt Mathers in the small little town of Crabshore, Oregon, a small tourist town by the sea. But she doesn’t go to school, doesn’t play with other kids, doesn’t go to the beach, doesn’t do anything other than chores, and stays at home.

Living with an abusive family member who somehow blames you for the death of your parents tends to do that.

But when Delilah gets sick and hospitalized, her whole world turns upside down. Anything she thought she knew about her parents, about her aunt, about everything was wrong. And the biggest thing is...she is a mermaid.

She is whisked away to live in Griffinswing, England with two other children: Merlin and Pepper. They are just like her and finally begin to enjoy a wonderful life with a new family until something tragic and life-threatening happens, forcing Delilah and her new friends to go where they have never gone before, a place where more secrets hide than they ever could have imagined and fears run deep.

Into the Shadows of the Abyss

[norbezjones]

5th day of creativepromptsforwriting’s Date Week with my Romance The Backrooms characters! 

I want to write multiple ships & prompts for this one, so I’ll list them as we go!

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1. Carla x Kalcal

Prompt: they are both not local and they keep getting lost

“Ugh, this main street area is harder to navigate than I thought,” Carla said, checking her phone’s GPS for the tenth time that night.  “Sorry, Kalcal.  We’re probably late for our reservation. . .”

“Hey, it’s ok!” Kalcal replied, putting his arm around her and kissing the top of her head.  “I’m always up for a little adventure in a new place.  And I’m sure we’ll find where we need to be eventually!”

Carla leaned against him with a smile.  “Thanks, Kalcal.  That makes me feel a little bit better.”

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2. Carla x Glarence

Guest starting: Grotto

Prompt: a last minute emergency means they have to bring someone else with them on the date (e.g. child, little sibling, pet)

“Uh. . . You didn’t say you were going to bring your pet,” Glarence said, giving the stink eye to the lampost-headed dog sitting next to her.

“Sorry,” Carla said apologetically, fidgeting nervously.  “The sitter cancelled at the last minute, so I had to bring him with me. . . At least the restaurant allows pets?”

Grotto put his paws up on the table and leaned forward towards Glarence, the bulb in his lamp head flickering the buzzing as he did so.  Glarence didn’t flinch, but stared back as the animal came closer, until their faces were inches apart.

Then, Grotto’s bulb glowed bright, and he leaned back, the buzzing dying down.

“What does that mean?” Glarence asked Carla with a raised eyebrow.

“It means he likes you!” Carla replied with a smile.  “Anyway, you want to order an appetizer?”

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3. Glarence x Adiel

Prompt: they thought they would have a date with someone else and are confused by who actually shows up

“Huh?!” Glarence exclaimed, frowning and standing up from his chair.  “What are you doing here?”

“You first,” Adiel, who was standing, said to his friend.  “Why are you here?”

Glarence folded his arms.  “I’m supposed to meet [REDACTED] here.  We’re supposed to discuss a . . . private matter, but it’s been an hour and they’re still not here.”

“Oh, interesting,” Adiel said, frowning.  “Well, I was told to meet you here for a date.”

“A DATE?!” Glarence exclaimed.

“You might want to keep your voice down,” Adiel said, noticing people looking over.  “We’re in a public place. . .”

“Right,” Glarence muttered.  He cleared his throat, and said quietly, “Look, if [REDACTED] isn’t coming, I suppose the two of us can have dinner.”  Before Adiel could respond, he quickly added, “As friends, got it?!”

“Sure,” Adiel agreed, sitting down in his chair and giving Glarence a  wink.  “As friends.”

“You’re always messing with me,” Glarence muttered, sitting across from Adiel.  “Anyway . . . I’ll flag the waiter so we can get something to drink.”

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4. Carla x Uri

Prompt: they were absolutely not dressed for the weather and end up getting completely wet in the rain

“Oh man. . . Of all the days it had to rain, it had to be on our beach day,” Uri groaned. The sky had opened up and released a full torrent of water, causing him & Carla to flee from their place in the sand and run into Carla’s car.

“I guess we got pretty unlucky," Carla said, shivering.  "And neither of us brought a jacket. . ."

Uri put an arm around Carla and gave her a hug, letting her rest her head on his chest.  “Does that help at all?” he asked.

Carla smiled, and cuddled against him.  “Yeah, it does.  Thanks.”

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5. Carla x Zenobos

Prompt: even though they had reservations, the restaurant is closed

“T-They closed at 6pm?!  But how?  They said ok to my 8pm reservation when I called them!” Zenobos exclaimed, sounding defeated and on the brink of tears.  “I’m sorry, Carla.  I totally ruined our date. . .”

“It’s not your fault,” Carla reassured him.  “It’s not like you could’ve seen this coming.”  She took his hand.  “Don’t worry.  There are plenty of other restaurants in this area, so I’m sure we’ll find one we can go to!”

Zenobos sniffled.  “R-Really?”

“Yeah!” Carla exclaimed.  She smiled.  “Ready to go.”

Zenobos smiled back and squeezed her hand.  “Y-Yeah.  Let’s go!”

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6. Carla x Adiel

Prompt: the waiter was supposed to bring a dessert with an engagement ring to the table next to them but brings it to them and now the awkwardness has reached new heights

“That was a really nice dinner,” Carla said, giving Adiel a smile.

“Yeah, I agree,” Adiel said, smiling back.  “I had a really nice time with you today, Carla.”

“Me too,” Carla agreed, blushing.  “Thanks for inviting me.  This was a good idea.”

“I’m glad,” Adiel told her.  He cleared his throat, and then said, “Hey, um, there’s something I want to—”

“Alright, I’m here with the special dessert!” the waitress exclaimed, appearing from seemingly out of nowhere.  She was holding a large cheesecake, and Carla could see something poking out from the center of it. No . . . it couldn’t be. . .?

“Special dessert?” Adiel echoed, frowning.

“Yep!”  The waitress put the cheesecake down on the table, and seeing it confirmed Carla’s suspicions: there was an engagement ring in the middle.

She looked up at Adiel, only to find he was just as surprised as this as she was.  After a moment, he cleared his throat and said, “Um . . . are you sure you have the right table?”

The waitress frowned, then took a piece of paper out of her pocket, which she read.  After a few more seconds of awkward silence, she said, “Oh, you’re right; I’m so sorry!  Please excuse me.”  With that, she picked up the cheesecake and quickly walked away.

Adiel and Carla looked at each other.  Then, a laugh escaped Adiel’s mouth, causing Carla to giggle too—and soon, a chorus of laughter was erupting from the two of them.

“That sure was something,” Adiel said once they were done laughing.  “I hope you don’t feel too awkward about that.”

“I’m ok now, but thanks for asking,” replied Carla.  Then, she realized something, and added, “I, um, hope you know that it’s not that I don’t want to be engaged to you.  Err, I mean, not that I do!  Oh geez, this isn’t coming out the way I want it to—it’s just that I don’t know you well enough to decide either way.  You understand that, right?”

“Yeah, of course,” Adiel assured her.  He reached out and took her hand. “For now, we’re just dating.   And if it goes somewhere deeper in the future, let’s have it go there naturally.”

Carla nodded, smiling.  “Agreed.

“Now, did you want to get dessert?  I assume you don’t want to get cheesecake. . .”

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7. Kalcal x Zenobos

Prompt: their boss/parents/friends are also on a date in the same restaurant

Additional info: ties into the previous story

“Did you see Adiel & Carla having a date on the other side of the restaurant?” Kalcal asked, giggling.  “Aww, those two are so cute together!”

“Yeah, they are,” Zenobos agreed with a smile.  He looked at their empty plates and asked, "Did you have enough to eat?”

“Yeah, it was great, little buddy!” Kalcal exclaimed.  “Thanks for taking me here.  This was a nice surprise!”

“I’m glad you feel that way,” Zenobos said.  “And now, there should be one more thing to end off our evening.  Any minute now. . .”

“Oh wow, there’s another surprise in this surprise?!” Kalcal exclaimed excitedly, clapping his hands together.

“Um, yeah, something I arranged with the waitress,” Zenobos said, blushing.  “So—”

“Sorry for the wait!”  At that moment, the waitress swooped in, holding a cheesecake with a  ring in the center of it.  “Here’s your special dessert.  Enjoy!”

Zenobos let out a sigh of relief.  Once the waitress walked away, Kalcal leaned forward to examine the jewelry in the dessert.

“Ooo, it’s shiny!” he exclaimed, taking the ring out of the cake.  “What is it?”

“Well, it’s something a human told me about once,” Zenobos exclaimed.  “He was wearing a ring just like that, and when I asked about it, he said that it symbolized his relationship with someone very special to him.  Someone he trusted with his life.”

Kalcal let out a small gasp.  “And now . . . you’re giving me a ring like it?” he asked in awe.

Zenobos nodded, blushing.  “Yeah.  You’re my best friend, and I’m so glad we found each other.  So when I found that ring, I knew I wanted to give it to you, to show you that in some way.”

“Awww, that’s so great!” Kalcal exclaimed, tearing up.  “Thanks, little buddy.  I’ll wear it with pride!”

He put it on his finger and showed it off to Zenobos.  “How do I look?”

“Great!” Zenobos replied, giving him a thumbs-up.

“Awesome!” Kalcal said, grinning.  “Thanks, Zenobos.  You can be a really thoughtful guy, bud!”

Zenobos blushed.  “Thanks, Kalcal.  I appreciate that.”

@creativepromptfills

Date Mishaps

a misunderstanding about where they would be meeting, so both are waiting at a different location

a last minute emergency means they have to bring someone else with them on the date (e.g. child, little sibling, pet)

they were absolutely not dressed for the weather and end up getting completely wet in the rain

one of their phones is dead and they can't reach each other

even though they had reservations, the restaurant is closed

one of them gets hurt on the date, which makes them end up in the ER

they met online without a proper picture of each other and they keep missing each other at the bar, not able to find out who their actual date is

the waiter was supposed to bring a dessert with an engagement ring to the table next to them but brings it to them and now the awkwardness has reached new heights

they are doing speed dating, but unfortunately they already know each person of the other sex that is there

a date on a boat is nice until a swan attacks and someone falls into the water

they are both not local and they keep getting lost

their boss/parents/friends are also on a date in the same restaurant

one of them gets called back into work for an emergency and their date insists to walk them there

they thought they would have a date with someone else and are confused by who actually shows up

More: Date Gone Wrong

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[personal-reporter]

Ofelia, annegamento di un ghiacciaio a Voltorre

Per la Giornata Internazionale della Terra, sabato 22 aprile 2023 alle 16, l’Associazione Sarisc per la promozione della cultura e dell’ambiente presenterà  al Chiostro di Voltorre Ofelia, annegamento di un ghiacciaio  un racconto per immagini fotografiche di Luca Brunelli a cura di Carla Tocchetti, nelle sale al primo piano con ingresso lato lago. Fotografo sensibile al richiamo del teatro, Luca Brunelli si è formato con Karen Berestovoy e ha approfondito tecnica e linguaggio frequentando i corsi dell’Istituto Italiano di Fotografia di Milano ed affianca la sperimentazione sulle tecniche di stampa nell’ambito di un percorso di ricerca sul versante materico. Per il progetto Ofelia, presentato in alcune locations del Lago di Como tra cui il Limiti Humanities Festival  presso il Chilometro della Conoscenza, Villa del Grumello, Brunelli ha realizzato alcuni scatti sulla reinterpretazione della figura di Ofelia, protagonista dell’Amleto di Shakespeare. La giovane Ofelia, che per un tragico ripudio sprofonda nelle acque di un torrente, rappresenta una Natura abbandonata dall’Uomo che con le sue azioni provoca il surriscaldamento del Pianeta e la morte dei ghiacciai. Il ghiacciaio, trasformato in massa d’acqua, confluisce nel lago in cui anche l’Ofelia impersonificata da Brunelli si avvia alla fine. Il racconto per immagini ha nel ruolo di protagonista l’attrice Sonia Cucco ed è stato realizzato tra settembre e dicembre 2019 sulle pendici del ghiacciaio del Ventina in Valmalenco, nei pressi del torrente Lanza a Valmorea in provincia di Como, e sulle sponde del Lago di Como presso Domaso. Pervasi da un lirismo che attraversa stati emotivi legati alla sorpresa e alla presa di coscienza, gli scatti di Brunelli ci accompagnano al cuore di una tragedia il cui finale tuttavia, a differenza di quello di Shakespeare, potrebbe essere ancora riscritto. L’iniziativa si inquadra nelle buone prassi dell'Agenda 2030 per lo Sviluppo Sostenibile per una urgente riflessione sulle tematiche ambientali e sulla sostenibilità relative al cambiamento climatico e territoriale, che sta mettendo a rischio la disponibilità idrica a medio e lungo termine nei territori del Lago di Varese. Il programma include anche una sezione storico documentativa con interviste e cimeli d’epoca, fondati sulla testimonianza di Maria Antonia “Tona” Sironi, l’alpinista protagonista con Vivi Papi nel 1958 della spedizione varesina per il nascente Catasto dei Ghiacciai Italiani, per conto del CAI Varese, del Comitato Glaciologico Italiano e del professore Nangeroni dell’Università degli Studi di Milano. I materiali iconografici di Papi, fino ad inediti, testimoniano il fermento che si concentrava intorno al CAI Varese e il desiderio dei giovani di mettersi a disposizione di una maggiore conoscenza dello status ambientale montano e sono stati concessi dall’International Research Center for Local Histories and Cultural Diversities, Archivio fotografico, Fondo Vivi Papi che si trova a Villa Toeplitz presso l’Università degli Studi dell’Insubria, inoltre verrà proiettata una intervista video a Tona Sironi, realizzata nel 2014 da Cesare Gandini e Annamaria Fumagalli Papi. La sezione espositiva al Chiostro è arricchita dalla esposizione di alcuni materiali tecnici da scalata in uso negli anni Sessanta, di proprietà della famiglia Sironi Diemberger. Read the full article

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São só palavras #01

As palavras tem pressa. Correm em meus pensamentos, embora a vida lá fora, ande sem pressa, propositalmente.

Sempre gostei de escrever. As palavras me acalmam, me organizam de dentro para fora e fazem com que minha história, se expanda para outras casas e corações.

Não me faltam palavras, gosto de conversar - como toda geminiana.  Mas por aqui, prefiro escrever do que falar, sou mais introvertida do que extrovertida. Embora cursos, títulos e diplomas tenham me dado ferramentas, foi o treino de me expor ao desconto que me fizeram me dar bem de frente as câmeras ou em prosear conversas demoradas. Tá aí, dentro do branding pessoal, foi na escrita que encontrei meu lugar de fala.

Mas hoje o papo não é sobre branding, mas sobre aquilo que amo fazer para além do oficio e diplomas: devanear. Os dias low profile foram essenciais para observar as palavras que ressoavam aqui dentro.

As palavras me arrebataram -- Amor, raiva, medo e muita curiosidade foi o que encontrei ao mergulhar na história de Dalva, Venâncio e Lucy, no livro tudo é rio de Carla Madeira. 

As palavras nos fazem acessar sentimentos, mas também novos lugares, pessoas e historias. Vou além: palavras nos fazem ir mais fundo dentro de nós, dentro do outro. Não seria essa a beleza de nos comunicarmos? Fazer algo que expanda em nós e para além de nós? Percebi nas palavras de Carla Madeira que também tenho a necessidade de ser profunda. Nunca gostei de nadar no raso.

Mastiguei duzentos e cinco páginas repletas de palavras em quarenta e oito horas. Elas desaguaram ali, na boca do estômago. Senti, em forma de frio na barriga as dores e delicias de me expor em palavras lapidadas. Coisas complexas se tornam simples palavras. 

Meu pai é amante da língua portuguesa, talvez tenha brotado daí o meu amor pelas palavras. Palavras também me causam desconforto, medo de errar. Só fui me dar conta dele, ao me expor a voz de um bom livro:

Escrever errado, errar um ponto, um verbo, errar no tempo, na crase ou em uma simples virgula. A cada palavra errada, fui ensinada a escrevê-la novamente repetidamente, enquanto coubesse em uma folha de caderno. Assim, nunca mais erraria. Que tolice a minha. 

Me permitir entrar nessa - ou seria nesta? - sala escura do medo,  ascendeu-se como em um céu estrelado, uma imensidão de palavras imperfeitas. 

Foi assim que cheguei no ápice do devanear: quem em tamanha humanidade vai passar uma vida livre de errar?

Fiz as pazes com elas, as palavras, que estavam ali, prontas para serem ditas e escritas, mas acanhadas. Elas são o ápice do meu comunicar. Caramba. 

Foi ao nadar em um rio de palavras reprimidas, que olhei com cautela para a imensidão de ideias, pensamentos e metas para o ano que se inicia. O filtro é para que eles deságüem e explorem mais delas, as palavras que estavam guardadas, mas que tem pressa de serem ditas. 

Rio ou represa? Para pensar:

- A manada do que vemos nas milhares de informações diárias te afastam da sua própria voz?

- Todo mundo tem uma fonte de água corrente dentro de si. Essas águas se manifestam nas suas habilidades, dons e talentos. O que tem de bom por aí? Por aí você é Rio ou represa? 

- Cuidado com as outras fontes: "diga isso, faça isso, isso está em alta, isso aqui é o que te dá mais grana".  Essas são fontes que você realmente deseja?  Jorram abundantemente ao caminho do seu próprio rumo ou desaguam naquilo que é sucesso para o outro, mas frustação para você? 

-  Seu rio expressa a beleza daquilo que te faz único? Clareza das intenções surgem em águas mansas, não em torrentes agitadas pela correria dos afazeres.

- Tem hora que queda-d'água faz um bem danado. Se lançar do alto, no curso da coragem faz bem e dissipa o medo. 

Em alta: 

Podcast ou newsletter? Fico com a newsletter.

Tiktok, Reels ou Youtube? Adapto a forma aquilo que ressoem aquilo que faço de melhor: colocar no mundo mais palavras.

Um manifesto: 

Palavras. Longas ou curtas, não em tom professoral - porque ensino encontramos no Google e nos cursos - serão o meu expressar mais forte no ano que se inicia.  No devaneio, na reflexão, no repertório, no conhecimento e na contação de história. Com branding. Sem branding. Para mim. Para o outro. Palavra é para sentir, revirar, balançar e acalmar. Ea peça que faltava aqui, no meu jogo de tabuleiro chamado vida.

[fcbayernfamily]

[jade-island-lives]

Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Original Work, Tales of Merlia Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Delilah Mathers, Merlin Windsplash, Pepper Whippertail, Torrent Lazuli, Alana Winters, Matthew Quince, Miss Elizabeth Warner, Samantha Warner, Lucy Windsplash, Nemo Mathers, Aunt Mathers, Lois Mathers, Kilorn Mathers, Bob Whippertail, Carla Windsplash, Shell the Relentless, Umira the Pirate Queen, Sunshine the Siren, Pearly the Scholar, Coral the Strange, Soot the Mad Scientist, Shadowtail Additional Tags: mermaid, Fantasy, Original Character(s), Original Fiction, Sirens, Magic, Action/Adventure, Found Family, Developing Friendships, Pining, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Emotional Baggage, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Anxiety Disorder, Abusive Parents, Verbal Abuse, Physical Abuse, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Child Neglect, Mental Health Issues, Healing, Recovery, Family, Family Feels, Family Fluff, Blood and Injury, Past Character Death, Past Torture, Past Violence, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tags May Change, Tags Are Hard Series: Part 1 of Tales of Merlia Summary:

Delilah Mathers is 13 years old and already, her life is a mess.

She lives with her Aunt Mathers in the small little town of Crabshore, Oregon, a small tourist town by the sea. But she doesn’t go to school, doesn’t play with other kids, doesn’t go to the beach, doesn’t do anything other than chores, and stays at home.

Living with an abusive family member who somehow blames you for the death of your parents tends to do that.

But when Delilah gets sick and hospitalized, her whole world turns upside down. Anything she thought she knew about her parents, about her aunt, about everything was wrong. And the biggest thing is...she is a mermaid.

She is whisked away to live in Griffinswing, England with two other children: Merlin and Pepper. They are just like her and finally begin to enjoy a wonderful life with a new family until something tragic and life-threatening happens, forcing Delilah and her new friends to go where they have never gone before, a place where more secrets hide than they ever could have imagined and fears run deep.

Into the Shadows of the Abyss

[one-boring-person]

Would you ever do a part 2 to Six Bodies In An Alley.

I'm gonna be honest, I never really had any intention of carrying on with this, but I went back and read it again and came up with this, so enjoy!😊💛

Six Bodies In An Alley. (Part Two)

The Lost Boys x reader

Warnings: death, blood, being held captive

Masterlist

"What should we do with her?" Dwayne's question sends yet another bolt of dread through me as he speaks, fear coursing through me like great torrents of ice. 

The four...creatures…stand before the sofa, looking down on me as if it's my own fault I'm here. At one time, I might've made a joke about the way they're standing, but now I doubt I'll ever be able to poke fun at them ever again, not after what I've seen, after what they've done. Tears threaten to spill out over my cheeks as I recall the gruesome images of the past hour, grief tearing at my heart at the memory of what happened to my brother. Cold sorrow washes over me and I have to fight back a sob, making a strangled sound that catches their attention. Under their gazes, I cower and feel yet more terror flood my system, as well as a hot flare of disgust: they haven't even cleaned the gore off of themselves. 

"Just let me go, please! Please! I won't tell anyone, I swear, just let me go! Don't hurt me, please!" I plead with them, my voice laced with the debilitating fear in my veins. 

"No, we can't risk that." David shakes his head, cold blue eyes fixed on me, "You're staying with us either way."

"No, please...I'll do anything! Just let me go!" I beg him, my heart racing as I try to reason with him.

"No, you're staying here." He snaps back firmly, his sharp tone drawing a whimper of fear from me.

Cold fear floods me as I think over what he is saying: I'm basically a prisoner. What're they going to do with me? 

I shudder as the answer comes to mind.

"Aw, come on, Doll, it ain't so bad." Paul grins lopsidedly at me, the expression not quite carrying the same warmth I used to love seeing on him. 

I look away, my hands clutching at each other in my lap, fingernails digging into my skin enough to break the skin. 

"Ok, but how are we gonna keep her here? She'll just escape as soon as the sun comes up." Marko says, gesturing to my trembling form.

The four stare down at me again, seemingly considering the question until Dwayne speaks again.

"Lets just tie her up to something. That should work well enough." 

His words send another bolt of ice through me, but there's something in what Marko said that strikes a chord within me - why did he bring up the sun? 

Instantly, it hits me, weak hope sparking to life within me at the knowledge. The boys are quite clearly vampires, and so they must have an aversion to the sun, just like the ones in the old books do. A plan starts to form in my head, and I start hoping they can't mind read as well, knowing it will give me away as Marko approaches me with a rope, a smirk on his face. I let him manhandle me into position, watching as he ties my wrist a nearby fallen beam, securing it tightly so I have very little room to move, but not so that my circulation is restricted. 

As he finishes the blonde vampire steps back and David comes forward, a stern look on his face. 

"You better still be here when we wake up." He growls threateningly at me, before he and the others turn and leave through a nearby tunnel.

*

An angry ring has appeared around my wrist as I rub at it, wincing from the burning sting of the rope I only just managed to force off of my arm, the area flushed and irritated. It had taken me far too long to work the ties off of me, but I had to be careful not to break the skin or draw blood, in case I woke up the boys. Now, I'm regretting not finding another way of freeing myself as my hand burbs, but I do my best to ignore it, shakily climbing up and out onto the top of the Bluff, glad to feel the strong rays of the sun on my face. I never thought it would be as reassuring as it is now, but the relentless light makes me feel somewhat safer. 

Sighing, I look around for a way to get to civilization, chewing my lip as I do so, not coming up with any ideas. That is, until I see the boys' bikes pushed behind a nearby tree. Immediately, I feel a shot of hope go through me, and I rush over to them, picking one out. I can't remember whose it is, but I have to fight back a cry of relief when the engine instantly starts up again, the bike ready to take me back into town. 

Kicking it into action, I try to remember how I've been taught this, shakily riding off along the line of the cliff, back to the tree line the boys so often come out of when they're racing along the beach. I instantly regret this as I find myself trying to navigate the tight spaces and convoluted area, practically having to hold back a cheer of relief when the trees break off to reveal the beach, which I quickly speed onto. Sand flies up around me as I thunder along the expanse of land, the motorcycle's tyres struggling to grip as it travels over the loose material. Gritting my teeth, I ride the vehicle right up to the Boardwalk, ignoring the shouts of protest from beach-goers. 

Upon reaching the Boardwalk, I gun the engine once more, going along the sidewalk at high-speed, nearly hitting a couple of holiday makers as I do so. Heart pumping, I take the bike directly to my home, breaking about eight different traffic laws as I go, uncaring of the consequences this will bring once I'm out of this mess. As I get to my house, I park the motorbike out the front and race inside, slamming the door behind me. 

My mind goes into survival-mode, and I run upstairs, pulling a rucksack from my wardrobe, which I start to stuff with clothes and essential items, throwing in personal items, too. I check the time as I go, panic flaring up in me as I notice that there's only a few hours left before sundown, meaning I don't have much time left to get as far away from here as possible. Taking as much stuff as I need, I swiftly go back downstairs, looking around the place one last time before I duck back outside, going to the bike. 

It's only now that I realise I took David's motorbike, a fact I barely register as I climb back onto it, starting up the engine again. 

This time, I stick to the laws of the road, not wanting to be pulled over by any traffic police, cursing to myself as I get caught in traffic, my time slowly starting to ebb away. It takes a long while, but eventually I manage to get here so need to be: the Santa Carla Bus and Train Station. 

I leave the bike at the front of the large building, uncaring of what happens to it now that I no longer need it, more worried about simply getting away now that the opportunity to do so is so close. People shout in protest as I push past them, but I just go right to the ticket desk, buying passage out of this town. The ticket terminates in Canada, a fact that reassures me, as it means I can get as far away as I like without needing to stop anywhere else. 

A couple of hours later, and I'm watching the last rays of sunlight disappear over the horizon, my paranoia creeping up on me again as I watch this happen. The bus never got out as quickly as I wanted it to, and now we're only just leaving Santa Carla, meaning there is ample time for my four captors to catch up to me.

Thankfully, nothing comes for a good hour or so, the bus chuntering away down the highway, the passengers (all five of them) keeping blissfully quiet, none of them aware of the panic I'm in. I can feel myself finally starting to relax again, just as the bus suddenly stops. 

Looking out of the window, I notice now that there aren't any other cars on the road outside, and that it's completely dark, making it impossible to see anything. The other passengers start to murmur to themselves, glancing around in as much confusion as I feel, only to cry out in surprise when the lights cut out. 

It feels as if I've blacked out, everything going horribly quiet until I hear the first scream of agony. It's the driver, his voice wailing in a blood-curdling manner until it's drowned out by another person's, the cry a definite female sound. Terror explodes inside me, and I immediately know what's happening, though I can't move, the fear freezing me in place as shrieks of pain, followed by sickeningly wet sounds fill the air, my breathing coming hard and fast as I try not to make much of a sound. 

The lights eventually come back on, and I have to fight not to throw up into my lap at the grim sight around me. Four figures stand amongst the gore, faces twisted into snarling sneers. 

"I thought we told you to stay put?' David growls at me.

[descendantofthesparrow]

Evil defeated - TRXR!POYW oneshot

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Malachi stumbled back from the rage-filled form of his grandmother, her eyes glowing a sickly green as she motioned for her guards to attack, her hands curling around her precious dragon eye scepter as the guards sliced and fired at Malachi, who did his best to survive until help came. Maleficent had no interest in keeping him alive, he was a weakling and even spelled he was useless to her. She was going to do what Mal should’ve done years ago.

His grandmother released a torrent of fire at him, and he screamed, helpless under the anti-magic cuffs Jay had snuck on him. Suddenly the fire swirled and flew up around him in a tunnel; he opened his eyes, surprised to find Mal-the good one, not his mother. She let out a snarl and the fire dispersed, leaving Mal and Malachi completely untouched.

Maleficent took a step back, not expecting this-second Mal-and it clearly was a different Mal than her daughter, due to the eh-wings n all. “NO ONE HURTS MY KID” Mal screeched, flaring her wings out and taking to the skies in a flash, slamming into the ground in the middle of the guards and sending them flying, a blue burst of light appearing where she had slammed into.

Mal reappeared above him, glaring down at the other version of her mother. “mother” she spat, fire igniting in her hands, the same flowing from her eyes as her hair started to flow.

“Mal” Maleficent snapped, her eyes starting to glow as green smoke billowed around her "looks like at least one of my daughters isn't a complete failure, but I've had enough of these games” Maleficent’s human form turned to fire, reaching towards the sky as she took on her dragon form.

Mal just grinned, her eyes sparkling emerald green as she heard her mother's laughter echo throughout the area. “Malachi!” Malachi turned, letting out a sigh of relief as he saw his friends, the three nearly bowling him over as they ran into him “holy shit you’re okay!” Jayra said, tears nearly about to spill from her eyes as she grabbed his arm, then she gasped, watching as his grandmother and Mal stared each other down “uh-“

“Should we run?” Carla asked, stepping behind Fairen as he and Malachi just stared. Malachi was about to nod and run, but then smoke started to swirl around Mal, suddenly tunneling upward and the loudest roar he had ever heard cracked against his ears “FUCK” Carla screamed, covering her ears and ducking down, the others not bothering to scold her as Mal reappeared.

And she looked nothing like Malachi’s mother or Maleficent. Twice as big as them, sleek, spiked, dark purple with bluish tones, blue fire and purple smoke spilling from her jaw. She let out another roar, shaking the earth beneath her, and swiped at her mother, her claws breaking scales and decorating the field with blood. Mal spread her wings, overtaking Maleficent’s form easily, the already bloody dragon cowering back; Mal roared again, this time sending a clear message ‘stand down, before I kill you’

Maleficent roared, much quieter than Mal’s, and tried to attack, only to be pinned with one of Mal’s claws, the tips about to slice open Maleficent's neck ‘STAND DOWN’ Mal seemed to scream again, making Malachi and his friends cover their ears again as it reverberated in their ears.

“holy fucker!” Fairen gasped, turning to Malachi “I’m so damn glad this Mal is on our side” Malachi nodded, he wouldn’t want to know what she would do if she was like his mother. Mal snarled at Maleficent again, and the fae finally backed down, her dragon form disappearing and her human form trapped under Mal’s claw.

Mal summoned the dragon’s eye to her mouth and crushed the gem between her teeth, grinning as Maleficent gasped in horror. ‘it will never hurt anyone ever again’ Mal’s eyes seemed to say, then her claw glowed blue, Maleficent’s magic energy being dragged toward it as she screamed ‘and you will never hurt anyone; EVER again’

Soon Maleficent was left powerless, Maleficent staring up as Mal took her claw off of her, the woman too weak to move as the two locked eyes. Mal just continued to stare her down, unafraid and unyielding. Maleficent then passed out, and Mal nodded, happy the worst threat to Uma’s reclaim of Auradon was delt with. She then turned, moving her head down in front of Malachi, cooing lightly and pushing her snout against his chest, her eyes soft and asking if he was okay. She saw his cuffs and her eyes flashed, the cuffs falling off with a purple spark.

“I’m-I’m okay” he croaked out, reaching up and patting her nose; still not used to his ‘mom’ actually caring about him, Mal looked to his friends, then back at him “yeah-they’re okay, thanks” Mal nodded gently and then leaned down, offering her neck to the vk’s and looking towards the sky. Malachi was the first to move forward, carefully climbing onto Mal's neck and settling between two spikes. His friends followed suit and after Mal made sure they were snug, she took to the skies, looking for her friends and Lia, Malachi said he was okay but he was bruised and beaten. And she wanted her kid safe with someone she trusted, even if they didn’t trust her.

Below her Auradon was at war, the rebellion fighting back against the guards and villains that aligned with Maleficent and Mal; and to help she sent fire below her at the guards and villains, the blue fire burning the grounds below her to a crisp as the only survivors were the heroes who were trying to take back their kingdom. They looked up at her in fear, but seemed to realize she wasn’t an enemy to them.

Mal landed near beasts castle, where she saw…A FUCKIN GIGANTIC ASS LIGHT BIRD FIGHTING EVIL MAL HOLY SHIT THIS WAS COOL. Mal let her son and his friends dismount and Mal guided them over to Lonnie and her husband who were beating back guards who were tiring to get into the castle grounds to help their queen.

She beat them back with a swipe of her tail, snickering as they flew through the air. She nodded to Lonnie and took to the skies again, heading towards the light bird vs dragon battle.

She landed behind Rose and Uma, watching in awe as the magnificent light bird beat back Mal, scratching at her with her sharp talons and sparks flying as her golden wings hit the dragon's scales, blood dripping from the scratches. Mal roared in support, spreading her wings and flapping them slightly as the bird turned to look at her, its brilliant blue eyes sparkling with surprise.

‘get her ass!’ Mal said with her eyes, wiggling happily as the bird nodded and turned, swiftly dodging the clumsy dragon and slicing into its neck with its talons. Suddenly evil Mal disappeared, and the light bird whirled around trying to find her, but Mal could see her. A cloaking spell; and she knew exactly how to make her break the spell- by breaking her concentration.

Mal roared, spreading her wings and shattering every single glass window on the castle, the cracking brick crumbling under the echoing force of Mal’s voice. Evil mal roared in pain as she lost her focus and fumbled to the ground, having been just behind the light bird about to take out its neck. The light bird whirled around and struck, bright flashes of light bursting out as it attacked the Yaqal. Evil Mal screamed out as she was suddenly pinned by her neck, the light bird's bright eyes staring her down as Mal came over, leaning over both of them as her bright emerald eyes stared evil Mal down, blue fire beginning to emerge from the back of her throat. ‘stand down’ they both seemed to say ‘you’ve lost.’

After a few moments of struggle, Mal finally gave up, disappearing into smoke back into her human form, looking pitifully up at the light bird and dragon above her as the light bird continued to pin her down. Mal looked at the light bird, glancing down towards the evil Mal as if asking for permission. ‘this is your universes evil, but I can help forever neutralize the threat’ the light bird nodded and Mal held up her claw, a blue light emerging from her palm, a small blue gem appearing ‘she will never hurt anyone ever again’ Mal said herself, holding out the gem towards evil Mal and draining her of all magic, the fae screaming out in pain as she felt all her energy leave her.

It was over.

Evil Mal passed out and the light bird started to form into pure light, sizing down into-Lia…fucking cool, so pretty alien girl can turn into a big ass bird. Mal did the same, smoke swirling around her as she took her ‘human’ form again, her wings and tail still there as she grinned at Lia, who smiled back and nodded in thanks.

Mal walked over to her ben and hugged his side, making sure the others were okay as Ben took her hand, smiling down at her with tired eyes. Mal glanced back at Lia, smiling as she walked up to her Audrey and Ben, smiling in the same way she and Ben did at each other. Mal wondered if there was a Lia in their world, and if she would ever appear to make Ben’s world even better.

Mal looked down at her hand, where the ember was glowing brightly, flashing lilac as Mal felt herself becoming lighter with every moment that passed “guys!” she called out, her friends and the others looking towards her at her call “I think we’re heading home” Uma, Gil, Rose, and Harry nodded, saying goodbye to the other Uma, Harry, and Gil, Rose hugging Cordelia and Gabby as the pirate teens held her tightly, thanking her for helping Auradon.  Audrey bid goodbye to herself and Lia, pushing back her pink and blue hair behind her ear as Lia smiled at her.

Mal smiled as Malachi and his friends ran into the courtyard, Malachi looking towards his mother in shock at seeing her utterly defeated. “see ya kid” Mal hummed, tilting her head as Malachi looked at her confused “we gotta go home, so! Be good, stay safe and-“ Mal nodded towards his friends, who were walking towards Lia and her mother to be checked over. “-don’t take them for granted, okay?” the two just stared at each other as those who had traveled the universes started to slowly disappear to travel back to their world “I love you kid, don’t forget that.” Malachi teared up a bit and then suddenly ran towards Mal, throwing his arms around her and hugging her tightly. Mal quickly returned the hug, squeezing him lightly and curling her fingers into his hair “you will always be loved and will always deserve it. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise” Mal leaned back and kissed his forehead, smiling as he stared up at her “goodbye Malachi.”

With that final word, Mal disappeared, along with the rest of her friends, leaving just the original inhabitants of that world. Malachi looked down at his hands, a mid-sized leather-bound book in his hands, a curling golden dragon on the front. it didn’t look like his grandmother's spell book-like the one he had been given for his original mission in Auradon, but one Mal had made herself.

He opened the book, smiling at the message on the inside of the cover ‘This is my spell-book; one I made myself. It helped me figure out my magic and learn to completely control it; maybe it can do the same for you. There’s a good chunk that’s completely blank so maybe you can add your own spells eh? Have fun, be good. - Mal (your other mom)’

Malachi sighed, closing the book and holding it to his chest, turning on his heel and walking over to his friends, who opened their arms for him. He smiled, walking into them and wrapping a free arm around Jayra’s back.

The evil was finally defeated, they still had a lot of work to do. But the main threat had passed. And who knew Mal herself would help to defeat it. Malachi looked down at his new book, smiling at it. And he at least had one version of his mom that truly loved him; that’s all he needed.

-end-

This isn’t canon to the plot of tightrope! This is just what a possible ending is to the trxR!poyw thing im doing/did…ye. Anyway~ hope you enjoyed?

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Diabolik Lovers Dark Fate: Reiji, Vampire End

Muchas gracias a @tournesolia​ por permitirme traducirla desde el inglés.

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traducciones dark fate

Monólogo:

Reiji-san tomó el sable.

El inevitable oscuro destino estaba

a punto de comenzar a moverse—

-Salón de entrada del Edén.-

Reiji: —Padre, estoy listo.

Karl Heinz: Heh... Has madurado, tú también.

Ahora, este es el principio del fin.

Exprésate a ti mismo a través de tu espada. Muéstrame tus propios sentimientos.

Entonces supérame. Mi hijo, Reiji.

Reiji: …

Yui: (¡Reiji-san... !)

*Yui cierra los ojos y escucha las espadas chocar. Luego hay un flash rojo.*

Yui: …

(… ¿No escuché más sonidos? ¿Qué rayos pasó... ?)

*Yui abre los ojos.*

Karl Heinz: Kof...

Yui: … !!

(El sable de Reiji-san perforó el pecho de Karl Heinz-san... )

Reiji:  Haa... Haa...

Karl Heinz: … Bien... hecho... Estuviste espléndido... Reiji...

…

*Karl Heinz se cae.*

Yui: ¡¡Karl Heinz-san... !!

Reiji: … ! ¡¡Padre... !!

¡¡Por favor resiste, padre... !!

*Reiji tira el sable y corre hacia Karl Heinz con Yui.*

Karl Heinz: Uh...

Yui: (Penetró su pectoral izquierdo... )

(Vampiro o no, si es apuñalado tan profundamente en el corazón, entonces... )

Reiji: … ¿¡Por qué no resistes!?

Eres el gran rey vampiro, Karl Heinz. No puedes ser derrotado por mí, tu hijo...

Karl Heinz: No resistí... Simplemente me superaste...

Reiji: No puede ser...

Karl Heinz: Heh... ¿Por qué estás haciendo esa cara... ?

Diste lo mejor de ti para derrotarme... Deberías estar más feliz...

Me alegra que lo hayas hecho...

Si estoy siendo derrotado por mi hijo... puedo fallecer en sus brazos...

Reiji: Padre...

Karl Heinz: Así, finalmente puede acabar... Esta larga... larga vida puede cesar...

Ahora, todo lo que puedo sentir es alegría...

Gracias, Reiji... Eres... el verdadero Adán.

… Guh...

Reiji: ¡Padre... !

… Yo... por qué esto es...

…

Yui: (… No es como que Reiji-san llorara por algo así... )

(Seguramente morir es una bendición para los vampiros. )

(Pero sin importar si es un vampiro o un humano, este sentimiento de tristeza por perder a alguien importante para ti no cambiará. )

(De otra forma él no dejaría que las lágrimas brotaran. )

Karl Heinz: … ¿Por qué estás llorando? Esto fue lo que deseaste, ¿verdad?

Reiji: Yo...

Te amé. Fuiste la única persona en el mundo que admiré.

Entonces quería tener tu atención. Quería que me reconocieras. Quería que me amaras.

¡Quería que me vieras... más que a Shu... !

Yui: Reiji-san...

Karl Heinz: … Lo supe antes de que me lo dijeras.

Reiji: Padre...

Karl Heinz: ¿No lo notaste? ¿Por qué crees que te ofrecí ese reloj de bolsillo... ?

¿Este Reloj de Bolsillo del Fin... ?

Reiji: ¿En honor a la fuerza de mi espíritu... ?

Karl Heinz: Es correcto. Y este también fue mi deseo...

Reiji: ¿Tu deseo... ?

Karl Heinz: Quería que fueras fuerte.

Seguramente no eres mi primer hijo, pero eres el único que me entendió más y quiso acercarse a mí.

Y ahora, me superaste...

Es por eso que... tienes que ser fuerte. Hasta ahora y de ahora en adelante...

…

*Karl Heinz comienza a desaparecer.*

Reiji: ¿¡Esto es... !?

Yui: (¿El cuerpo de Karl Heinz-san está... desapareciendo... ?)

Karl Heinz: … Dame tu mano, Reiji.

Reiji: ¿Eh... ?

*Sonido de magia.*

Reiji: … ! Esto es...

Yui: ¿Qué está pasando?

*Magia.*

Reiji: Algo está... viniendo... como un torrente...

*Magia.*

Reiji: Ugh... Guh... ¡AAAAAHHH... !

Yui: ¿¡Reiji-san... !?

Reiji: Haa... Haa...

Padre... ¿Qué diablos fue... ?

Karl Heinz: Te entregué mi poder a ti. Usa este poder y destruye a los demonios.

Reiji: ¿Destruir a... ? Qué—

… ! ¡No puede ser... !

Karl Heinz: Es cierto... ¿Leíste... el reporte del gen del Endzeit?

Reiji: Sí, lo hice...

Karl Heinz: Entonces no hay necesidad de una explicación adicional...

Reiji: ¡Padre... !

Yui: ¡Karl Heinz-san... !

Karl Heinz: … Adiós. Reiji, Eva.

Por favor guíen este mundo... hacia el rumbo que debería tener...

Juntos, lado a lado...

*Karl Heinz desaparece.*

Reiji: … No puede ser...

Yui: (Karl Heinz-san desapareció... )

Reiji: … ¡Padre... !

Yui: Reiji-san...

(Alguna palabra de consuelo no tendría sentido ahora para Reiji-san... )

(Todo lo que puedo hacer es abrazarlo gentilmente... )

*Lo abraza.*

Reiji: Yui...

*Reiji le regresa el abrazo.*

Yui: Ah...

Reiji: … Mi padre me confió este poder a mí.

Lo que significa que quiere que yo siga sus pasos.

Yui: Sí...

Reiji: A partir de ahora, el oscuro destino que tenemos ante nosotros será difícil y doloroso.

¿Aún así estarás a mi lado?

¿Crees que me amas?

Yui: Por supuesto. Nunca pensaría en querer dejarte.

Voy a seguirte. Y siempre estaré a tu lado.

Reiji: … Gracias, Yui.

No te dejaré ir, incluso si deseas dejarme.

Definitivamente—

Shin: —Parece que Karl Heinz está muerto.

Yui: ¡Carla-san! ¡Shin-kun!

(¿Por qué están aquí... ?)

Carla: No pensé que lo tuvieras en ti, Reiji. A pesar de que estabas completamente dubitante.

Yui: ¿Qué quieres decir... ?

Shin: Reiji se convirtió en el subordinado de mi hermano a cambio de regresar a Ayato.

Y mi hermano le ordenó a Reiji asesinar a Karl Heinz.

Yui: (Así que eso era... )

Carla: Reiji. Parece que estabas tratando de llevar cosas para tener la ventaja... pero yo soy el ganador de este juego.

Jaque mate.

Reiji: …

Yui: Reiji-san...

Reiji: … Error, yo soy el ganador.

Carla: ¿Qué... ?

Reiji: … Heh... jaja...

Mi poder se desborda... ¡Incluso tengo poder suficiente para destruir todo en este mundo... !

*Reiji se quita los lentes.*

Reiji: —No puedo imaginarme perder.

Yui: (¿Reiji-san... ? De repente algo en el ambiente... )

Shin: No tengo idea de lo que estés hablando. ¿Enloqueciste por asesinar a tu padre con tus propias manos?

Carla: … Shin, mira. Hay algo extraño en él.

Reiji: Heh...

*Reiji usa su magia.*

Shin: ¡Uwaah... ! Carla: Guh...

*Carla y Shin se golpean contra la pared.*

Yui: !!

(No puede ser... Con sólo levantar su mano, sacó volando a ambos... )

Carla: Tú, qué demonios...

Reiji: Parece que no pueden leer a través de mí ya que tengo el poder de mi padre, Primeras Sangre.

Carla: ¿Qué... has dicho... ?

Reiji: Tú pierdes. Ahora desaparece.

Yui: ¡¡Reiji-san... !!

*Yui cierra los ojos y se oye un leve sonido.*

Yui: Uh...

(¿Qué acaba de pasar... ?)

Reiji: ¿Estás bien, Yui?

Yui: Reiji-san... Carla-san y Shin-kun están...

Reiji: Los enterré en la oscuridad con mi poder. Nunca serán revividos otra vez.

Yui: (Es tan fuerte que inmediatamente derrotó a los Fundadores... )

(Este es el poder de Karl Heinz-san... )

Ayato: ¡Hey, chichinashi... !

Yui: ¡Ayato-kun! ¡Shu-san también!

Shu: Hola...

Yui: (… ! Está terriblemente herido... ¿los Fundadores pudieron hacerlo... ?)

Ayato: Tch, saliste corriendo sola. Oh bueno, estás a salvo así que estás bien.

Hey, salvé a Shu. Sé agradecido.

Shu: En realidad no ayudaste. Sólo pasaste por ahí cuando salí del castillo de los Fundadores por cuenta propia.

Ayato: ¡C-Cállate! ¡Como sea está bien!

Shu: … De todas formas, ¿qué hay de los Fundadores?

Pensé que fueron donde Reiji ya que me dejaron y salieron.

Yui: Bueno...

Reiji: … Los sepulté.

Shu: ¿Qué... ?

Ayato: ¿Tú hiciste eso? ¿Solo?

Reiji: De hecho.

Ayato: Es una locura... Tenían una magia tan malditamente fuerte, ¿no?

Cómo diablos tú...

Shu: …

… Heredaste el poder de padre.

Reiji: Heh... Es como tú, Shu. Puntiagudo como siempre.

Y es aquí donde debo dejarlos.

Ayato: ¿Ah? ¿Qué dices?

Últimamente estás un poco raro. ¿Qué sucede contigo?

Reiji: Soy el mismo de siempre. Sólo que hay un trabajo importante que necesita ser realizado.

Ayato: ¿Ah... ?

Reiji: A partir de ahora, el Makai será tragado por un vórtice de grandes batallas. Hasta la extinción de los demonios...

Es por eso que debo mudarme al Gekai.

Ayato: ¿Qué hay de ti?

Reiji: Hay algo que tengo que hacer. Debo cumplir la promesa de padre.

Junto con Yui...

Yui: Reiji-san...

(Esas últimas palabras que Karl Heinz-san dijo... “Por favor guíen este mundo hacia el rumbo que debería tener, lado a lado”... )

(Reiji-san está planeando hacerlo, como la persona que seguirá los pasos de Karl Heinz-san. )

Shu: … Bien.

*Shu se va.*

Ayato: ¡Hey, Shu... !

Shu: Vamonos, Ayato. No tiene sentido quedarnos aquí.

… Yui.

Yui; ¿Sí... ?

Shu: Te confío a Reiji a ti.

Yui: …

Ayato: ¿Qué fue eso? Tch...

Hey, Reiji. Regresa a nuestro lugar de vez en cuando. Aún no he acabado contigo.

Reiji: Heh... Pensaré en eso.

*Shu y Ayato se van.*

Yui: (Ambos se fueron... )

(Tal vez no seamos capaces de vernos más... )

(Pero, aún así yo— )

*Reiji se acerca a Yui.*

Reiji: Ven, Yui.

Yui: Ah...

Reiji: Pronto acabará el eclipse lunar. Vamos a verlo juntos desde aquí.

El amanecer de un nuevo mundo.

Yui: Está bien...

(Aún así seguiré a Reiji-san. Nunca dejaré su lado. )

(Estaremos juntos, por siempre y para siempre— )

-Después de un tiempo.-

Link de la traducción de Pink→ https://pinkcasedialover.tumblr.com/post/177560673901/happy-birthday-mommy-reiji-3-yui-%E3%83%BCand-after

[fcbayernfamily]

Júlia with Carla Torrent at the Oktoberfest :) 

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Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Original Work, Tales of Merlia Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Delilah Mathers, Merlin Windsplash, Pepper Whippertail, Torrent Lazuli, Alana Winters, Matthew Quince, Miss Elizabeth Warner, Samantha Warner, Lucy Windsplash, Nemo Mathers, Aunt Mathers, Lois Mathers, Kilorn Mathers, Bob Whippertail, Carla Windsplash, Shell the Relentless, Umira the Pirate Queen, Sunshine the Siren, Pearly the Scholar, Coral the Strange, Soot the Mad Scientist, Shadowtail Additional Tags: mermaid, Fantasy, Original Character(s), Original Fiction, Sirens, Magic, Action/Adventure, Found Family, Developing Friendships, Pining, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Emotional Baggage, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Anxiety Disorder, Abusive Parents, Verbal Abuse, Physical Abuse, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Child Neglect, Mental Health Issues, Healing, Recovery, Family, Family Feels, Family Fluff, Blood and Injury, Past Character Death, Past Torture, Past Violence, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tags May Change, Tags Are Hard Series: Part 1 of Tales of Merlia Summary:

Delilah Mathers is 13 years old and already, her life is a mess.

She lives with her Aunt Mathers in the small little town of Crabshore, Oregon, a small tourist town by the sea. But she doesn’t go to school, doesn’t play with other kids, doesn’t go to the beach, doesn’t do anything other than chores, and stays at home.

Living with an abusive family member who somehow blames you for the death of your parents tends to do that.

But when Delilah gets sick and hospitalized, her whole world turns upside down. Anything she thought she knew about her parents, about her aunt, about everything was wrong. And the biggest thing is...she is a mermaid.

She is whisked away to live in Griffinswing, England with two other children: Merlin and Pepper. They are just like her and finally begin to enjoy a wonderful life with a new family until something tragic and life-threatening happens, forcing Delilah and her new friends to go where they have never gone before, a place where more secrets hide than they ever could have imagined and fears run deep.

Into the Shadows of the Abyss

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Il cammino della lana e della seta - 8

Il cammino della lana e della seta – 130 Km da Bologna a Prato.

L’idea di camminare per più giorni era nella mia testa, già da qualche tempo, e da Bologna a Prato non c’ero mai andata, neanche in macchina… E così, quando ho saputo da Teresa che c’era un posto libero (Grazia aveva rinunciato per una brutta tallonite), pochi giorni prima della partenza sono ufficialmente entrata nel gruppo “il cammino della lana e della seta”, già sapientemente organizzato, che il 17 agosto sarebbe partito alle ore 10 da piazza Maggiore, in Bologna, per raggiungere a piedi la città di Prato, in 6 giorni.

Teresa ha ottimizzato gli spostamenti così che, al termine del cammino, troveremo ad aspettarci la macchina, utilizzata fino a Prato, poi in treno per Reggio Emilia (ospiti di Paolo) e poi ancora treno fino a Bologna.

Preparo lo zaino cercando di mettere solo il necessario, ma scoprirò che si può fare di meglio, e parto per Magliano Sabina il 14 agosto, perché prima del cammino una bella uscita di arrampicata al Fosso dell’Eremo, con il Maestro Taino, ci sta proprio bene. La domenica mattina a casa dei Doc’s rimaneggio il bagaglio e tolgo già qualcosa, che lascio li. Prima di uscire pesiamo gli zaini: Teresa 7,5, Doc 8,5, Danila 8,5… si può fare!

Passiamo a prendere Massimo e partiamo per Prato, poi treno per Reggio Emilia dove Paolo viene a prenderci alla stazione. Una bella passeggiata a piedi per il centro storico, una pizza e poi a nanna che domani si comincia.

Entrando a casa di Paolo, ieri ho visto il suo zaino (piccolo e leggero). Così al mattino rimaneggio il mio lasciandogli alcune cose, che gentilmente mi porterà a Scaramuccia alla prossima sesshin. Per scaldare i muscoli andiamo a piedi alla stazione (40 minuti) e puntuali arriviamo a Bologna, in piazza Maggiore, dopo averla attraversata all’ombra dei caratteristici portici.

I camminatori (in ordine alfabetico) Andrea, Andreana, Anna, Carla, Claudio, Conci, Daniela, Elena, Giancarlo, Massimo S, Massimo, Paolo, Pierluigi, Piero, Roberto Doc, Roberto, Serena, Teresa, Vilma e la sottoscritta, sotto il caldo sole agostano, per via del ritardo di un treno, alle 11.45 partono per il cammino della lana e della seta.

Prima tappa, Bologna-Sasso Marconi, km 20 – dislivello +230 -200 mt. Dopo un giro in piazza Maggiore, Basilica di San Petronio, Palazzo del Podestà e Palazzo dei Banchi, andiamo verso la Torre degli Asinelli, percorrendo i numerosi porticati e ci dirigiamo verso la periferia dove sono visibili i canali che portano in città le acque un tempo utilizzate come forza motrice per muovere opifici idraulici, mulini e gualchiere e produrre quei tessuti, appunto, di lana e di seta che resero famosa la città. Arriviamo alla Chiusa di Casalecchio di Reno, attraversiamo il Parco della Chiusa, il bel Ponte sospeso di Vizzano, e costeggiamo il fiume Reno praticamente fino a Sasso Marconi, tutto in pianura, quasi tutto su asfalto e sotto un feroce sole che quando arriviamo alla “Locanda le tre virtù” di Sasso Marconi, finalmente decide di tramontare. Siamo tutti un po’ provati dal calore della giornata, in particolare per la mancanza di acqua da bere. Fa strano veder scorrere tanta acqua nel fiume e non vedere nemmeno una fontanella, eccettuata quella storica, a pompa, nel cortile di Palazzo de’ Rossi …ma una birra e una bella doccia ci rimettono in sesto consentendoci di camminare per altri 900 metri fino al ristorante per la cena, ammazza caffè e poi… nanna.

Seconda tappa, Sasso Marconi-Grizzana Morandi, Km 27 – dislivello +1400 -950 mt. Partenza ore 8.00 alla volta di Grizzana Morandi, bel paesino di media montagna dove a lungo soggiornò il pittore Giorgio Morandi. Per fortuna da Sasso Marconi lo zaino si è alleggerito perché Daniela ha trovato il modo di spedire da albergo ad albergo alcuni zaini/borse e… ne ho approfittato.  La via è sempre ben segnalata con piccoli cartellini rossi e bianchi che, come le briciole di Pollicino, ogni giorno ci conducono alla meta. Oggi si sale …e si prende un poco di pioggia. Prima una bella salitona nel bosco, fino alla cima di monte Baco, poi monte Caprara, sede di uno dei più grandi eccidi di civili da parte dell’esercito tedesco, durante la seconda guerra mondiale. Ormai ci sono solo i ruderi della frazione di Caprara, con una lacrima appesa per ogni abitante trucidato. Continuiamo il cammino attraverso il Parco storico di Monte Sole, vicino ai cunicoli e alle trincee della linea Gotica, che ospitò i soldati durante la guerra. Sosta al punto di ristoro, rigorosamente chiuso, poi fino alla cima del Monte San Salvaro, dove arrivo con fatica, per poi ridiscendere tra boschi e ulivi, fino al confortevole Hotel il Crinale, di Grizzana.

Terza tappa, Grizzana Morandi-Castiglione dei Pepoli Km 22 – dislivello +1100-1050 mt.  Dopo la salitona di ieri le gambe si fanno sentire e alle 8.30 partiamo in 18, Daniela e Andreana saltano la tappa. Anche oggi si sale e si scende. Ci dirigiamo verso Montovolo, su una carrareccia molto assolata, poi pieghiamo nel bosco e arriviamo a Burzanella, in tempo per vedere che il bar/alimentari ha appena chiuso. Va be’, ce ne facciamo una ragione, poi però, quando si riparte, sbagliamo direzione e facciamo nuovamente il giro. Ripresa la salita verso Ca’ terre Rosse, siamo rimasti in 16, Claudio ed Elena hanno trovato un passaggio in macchina;). Il percorso continua poi con una bella discesa fino al ponte sul torrente Brasimone, attraverso campi e sentieri costeggiati da rovi di more mature, e poi una bella salita finale, su asfalto, che ci sbriciola, arrivando all’albergo Il Ponte di Castiglione dei Pepoli alla spicciolata. La camera 322, al terzo piano senza ascensore, è il giusto finale di questa tappa… ma la cena e una buona dormita fa passare tutti i dolori.

Quarta tappa, Castiglione dei Pepoli-Vernio, km 20 – dislivello +800-1250 mt. Partiamo alle 8,30, oggi siamo 19, Claudio per via di un dolore alla gamba preferisce dirigersi direttamente a Vernio. Cominciamo con un bel sentiero nel bosco che ci porta fino al rifugio Ranuzzi e proseguiamo all’ombra dei faggi e dei castagni con scorci fiabeschi sulle valli sottostanti e piccoli borghi immersi nel verde. Siamo al confine tra l’Emila e la Toscana. Passiamo per Rasora, La Storaia, e troviamo un alimentari/bar che sta per chiudere ma… riusciamo a prendere una bella birra. Serena ci saluta, prende la corriera per Vaiano, e casualmente incontra Claudio. In 18 proseguiamo per Montepiano, con sosta caffè, poi un po’ di salita e di nuovo una bella discesa fino a San Quirico di Vernio. Lo strappo finale in salita per arrivare al B&B pozzo di Celle, viene ampiamente ripagato dal bagno in piscina tra gli ulivi, con vista sulla valle. Peccato che siamo stati divisi in due strutture e alcuni non hanno potuto godere della piscina.

Quinta tappa, Vernio-Vaiano, km 21 - dislivello +1000 -1100 mt. Dopo colazione salutiamo Anna e Andreana che interrompono qui il cammino, e in 18, anche oggi cominciamo in salita, su asfalto, ma al mattino la temperatura è accettabile. Attraverso sentieri e prati arriviamo prima a La Soda, e poi a Montecuccoli, con sosta al bar/ristorante, accanto alla Pieve di San Michele. Da qui ci dirigiamo sulla dorsale dell’appennino e la seguiamo fino al bivio per Sofignano. Il paesaggio è più arso e i sentieri pietrosi, attraversiamo in un sali e scendi dei boschi di conifere profumate dal calore del sole e tantissimi cespugli pieni di more. Poi cominciamo a scendere in un sentiero un poco angusto, con rovi ai lati, poi pietraia e Pierluigi cade a terra e si ferisce sul viso, ma il pronto intervento di Doc e del gruppo lo rimette in piedi in un battibaleno. Incontriamo una bellissima fonte d’acqua, dove più o meno ci immergiamo tutti. Poi ricomincia l’asfalto… il sole ...il caldo … ma arrivati a Vaiano, birra al bar e trasbordo in macchina fino al Podere le Figliule, vicino a Montecuccoli. Il posto è molto bello e il casolare, ben ristrutturato e accogliente, è posto sopra una collina verde, con cavalli e vista sulla valle. Dopo cena salutiamo Daniela e Elena, che dormono in un podere qui vicino e domani torneranno a Torino. All'aperto cerchiamo in cielo qualche stella cadente ma… il letto ci chiama e si va presto tutti a nanna.

Sesta tappa, Montecuccoli-Prato. Poiché il Podere prenotato per la notte trascorsa non è esattamente a Vaiano, bensì a metà strada tra Vernio e Vaiano, Paolo e Massimo hanno rielaborato il percorso dell’ultima tappa e non so bene quanti chilometri e quale sia il dislivello effettuato. Pariamo presto, dopo aver salutato Claudio, anche lui torna oggi a Torino. In 15 saliamo a Montecuccoli, poi di nuovo il sali e scendi fino al bivio per Sofignano, dove però andiamo dritti, fino al Passo delle crocette, per salire poi lentamente sul Monte Maggiore(955 mt). Arrivati in cima alcune mucche riposano al sole con intorno cavalli che brucano la poca erba arsa dal sole. Morbide colline scendono fino in pianura dove  in lontananza e molto in basso si vede Prato, nostra meta del cammino. Tutta una bella discesa, per la gioia delle ginocchia. Fortunatamente la Calvana la attraversiamo con un sentiero abbastanza ombreggiato, poi però tutto sole e asfalto per arrivare a piazza del Duomo a Prato, percorrendo la pista ciclabile lungo il fiume Bisenzio, che conduce alla porta Mercatale. La birretta dei saluti, dopo questa bella scarpinata, direi proprio che ci sta tutta e … anche delle vere patate fritte!

E stato bello camminare con voi e conoscervi un po’, giorno dopo giorno.

Alla prossima avventura, grazie a tutti,

Danila

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“La vita ci fa trovare il nostro posto in piedi, scomodo per tutti”. Il romanzo nero di Franz Krauspenhaar, in una Milano livida e oscura, che pare estratta da “Blade Runner”

Il ricco industriale Rossano Tommei si sveglia, entra in bagno e al posto della saponetta trova il cellulare della moglie Daniela. È già lì, nella prima scena, in quell’oggetto al posto sbagliato, quel senso di straniamento che accompagna dall’inizio alla fine La presenza e l’assenza di Franz Krauspenhaar, edito da Arkadia, collana Sidekar. Un romanzo incalzante, disperato, malinconico, a tratti grottesco, che prende spunto dal genere noir per raccontare il genere umano. È evidente che Daniela si era chiusa in bagno per parlare di nascosto con qualcuno, ma con chi? Tommei cerca l’ultima chiamata e si annota il numero. Un amante? Ma a quel numero non risponde nessuno. Poco dopo, la più feroce delle assenze: Daniela scompare nel nulla.

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Tommei a quel punto assumerà un investigatore privato, Guido Cravat, trovato per caso sulle pagine gialle elettroniche. Un moderno Philip Marlowe, uno che ha lasciato la polizia perché, una buona volta, vuole fare i soldi onestamente, e che si autodefinisce imprenditore della propria rovina. Un uomo sempre fuori posto, proprio come quel cellulare sul portasapone, che dopo un amore finito male e una lunga serie di situazioni sbagliate ha una tale fiducia nel prossimo da considerare gli assegni tutti a vuoto per principio. Eppure, lo scopriremo nel corso della narrazione, conserva ancora slanci di sentimento e momenti di profonda umanità.

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Cravat è io narrante, si alterna alla terza persona del narratore e spesso trasforma l’“io” in “tu”, rivolgendosi a un misterioso interlocutore, forse un fratello o un amico perduto, o semplicemente un’altra parte di sé. Di presenze-assenze, Cravat se ne porta dentro tante. Prima di tutto Francesca, la donna che amava e che ha sposato un altro – un altro poliziotto, per ulteriore beffa –  e poi quel senso perduto di giustizia che l’aveva portato, tanti anni prima, a entrare in polizia per raddrizzare i torti, pulire la spazzatura, governare l’ingovernabile. In più lo accompagna un’entità non meglio definita, che chiama proprio “la presenza”: una specie di fantasma che lo visita di tanto in tanto, specie mentre è in macchina, e lo fa sentire tassista di un’anima in pena.

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Molti elementi ci fanno quindi presagire che non ci troviamo in un poliziesco deduttivo, e nessuno Sherlock Holmes rimetterà insieme tutti i pezzi del puzzle con la sola logica, salvando i buoni e assicurando i cattivi alla giustizia. Anche perché buoni e cattivi, in questa storia, sono davvero difficili da distinguere. Il requiem per il romanzo giallo positivista è già stato cantato da tempo e ora predominano il caso e il caos, negli accadimenti come nelle azioni dei personaggi, spesso irrazionali e istintive, come sono di frequente i comportamenti umani.

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Tipicamente impulsiva, ma destinata a innescare una notevole catena di eventi, è ad esempio la decisione di Rossano Tommei di togliere quasi subito il caso a Cravat e affidarlo a un altro investigatore, Dino Saluzzi, un figlio unico di madre vedova mai davvero cresciuto, incline alla violenza, privo di affetti. Uno che per il denaro era capace di uccidere due volte. Cravat però, per cui il denaro è importante ma non è tutto, continuerà a indagare ugualmente, anche gratis. Per noia, per ripicca, per voglia di avventura, persino, a un certo punto, per inseguire la speranza di un nuovo amore.

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La sfida tra Cravat e Saluzzi non è solo tra due metodi investigativi, ma tra due concezioni dell’etica. Mentre Cravat, pur compiendo azioni moralmente discutibili o addirittura illecite, ha ancora un’etica personale, una dimensione umana, Saluzzi si mostra completamente amorale e privo di ogni empatia. Di fianco a loro si muovono gli altri personaggi, lo sfuggente e grigio Tommei, la sua bella e devota segretaria Carla, capelli fulvi e occhi da leopardo, l’informatore detto “la grande scrofa”, parrucca rosso fuoco e centocinquanta chili di omosessualità dichiarata, l’ambiguo Gemmò, avvocato di grido con la faccia da urlo di Munch, e tutti insieme, ognuno con i propri peccati e le proprie nevrosi – tra cui particolarmente rilevante e ricorrente il complesso edipico – tingono il noir di altri colori, raccontano tutte le declinazioni dell’animo umano e dei suoi abissi.

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Lui è Franz Krauspenhaar

Lo stile è il più grande punto di forza, scorrevole sì, ma non come un lungo fiume tranquillo, più come un torrente ricco di cascate e mulinelli, a tratti un fiume in piena, un treno in corsa che sbatte sui binari e non deraglia, ricco di metafore, giochi di parole inconsueti e guizzi d’ironia. Uno degli esempi più riusciti di quell’uso funambolico della lingua che i lettori di Krauspenhaar già conoscono bene. Lo sfondo è una Milano decadente, non più da bere, forse nemmeno da fumare – e infatti Cravat ha smesso – ma potrebbe essere qualsiasi odierna metropoli. Bagnata da una pioggia battente, che di continuo la lava e di nuovo la sporca, ricorda a tratti la Los Angeles distopica di Blade Runner, e anche Cravat a suo modo è un cacciatore di replicanti, tutti ignari di quanto avranno ancora da vivere.

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Ma il vero filo conduttore non è fatto di pioggia, quanto di fumo. La nostalgia di Cravat per la nicotina accompagna la storia e si fonde con tutti gli altri suoi più nobili rimpianti: l’onestà, la giovinezza, l’amore. E lo sa fin dall’inizio, Cravat, che finirà per cedere, che prima o poi smetterà di smettere. Resisterà per centoventisei pagine, poi deciderà che si vive e si muore una volta sola e sprofonderà di nuovo nel suo vizio preferito. Proprio in quel momento il mistero sembrerà dipanarsi, per riavvolgersi poco dopo in una più fitta coltre di fumo.

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È qui che più che mai il romanzo da noir si fa esistenziale, tanto da riportare alla memoria l’archetipo di tutti gli antieroi, Zeno Cosini. Ma se per il protagonista del romanzo di Svevo l’Ultima Sigaretta ha un gusto più intenso proprio perché è l’ultima, e l’intento sempre tradito ne aumenta il piacere, Cravat trova in quella nuova prima sigaretta, fumata in completo abbandono, senza promesse né alti propositi, una consapevole sconfitta ma anche un nuovo slancio vitale. Oltre tutte le disillusioni, vuole ancora vivere.

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Di seguito un estratto.

“Esiste un mestiere che non sia duro? Un mestiere molle? O perlomeno croccante? No che non esiste. La vita ci fa trovare il nostro posto in piedi, scomodo per tutti. Coloro i quali hanno il privilegio di trovare i rari posti a sedere devono poi vedersela con le responsabilità. La comodità costa. La tribuna centrale costa. La prima fila costa. […] Così questo Rossano Tommei – ho fatto subito le mie ricerche – è un cosiddetto uomo di successo. Chi è un uomo di successo? Un uomo che s’illude di vivere una vita diversa. Diversa dalla maggioranza. Una vita alta. Seduta comodamente ma alta. Anzi eretta. Una vita in erezione. Il cazzo duro perenne della vita. Il priapismo dell’uomo di successo. L’uomo di successo è un illuso, perché il successo non esiste. Non è mai successo. Il successo è l’estrema illusione prima dell’estrema unzione. Il membro rimane eretto, ma è solo rigor mortis.”

Viviana Viviani

Editing di Luisa Baron

*In copertina: Daryl Hannah e Rutger Hauer in una fotografia di scena da “Blade Runner” (1982) 

  L'articolo “La vita ci fa trovare il nostro posto in piedi, scomodo per tutti”. Il romanzo nero di Franz Krauspenhaar, in una Milano livida e oscura, che pare estratta da “Blade Runner” proviene da Pangea.

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