#cercere

[ragazzoarcano]

“C'è chi cerca un palcoscenico.

chi ponte di comando.

chi un piedistallo.

Poi c'è chi vorrebbe solo una panchina, e fermarsi a respirare e guardare un filo d'erba che cresce.”

— Fabrizio Caramagna

[msmoonlights]

[makingfanfictionstosleep]

My First But Not My Last.

Pairing : Gojo x Femreader, Geto x Femreader

Setting : Started from Pre-Cult Suguru Geto // Some folks will not die // Modified that Kenjaku will not totally take over Geto’s subconscious later on // Girl bff Shoko, Mei Mei & Utahime, Strong sorcerer reader // Death, Murder Spree, Romance, Lemons.

Rating : M || m i n o r s d o n o t i n t e r a c t

Part 8 : Shibuya

[ This is a short chapter ]

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"Amazing," Shoko mumbled, "No effects on your heavenly restriction."

"Well, I think it does," Muta answered, "I have low stamina which means no physical endurance. I can't fight physically because my body stamina & force is weak. I don't think this would change, but at least I'm not in constant pain."

"That's handy," Shoko replied, "At least I won't be lonely & you don't have to hide from Miwa anymore," she smiled genuinely.

"H-how did you know about Miwa?" Muta asked in surprise.

"Your sensei couldn't keep her mouth shut about her precious students," Shoko answered as she removed the devices attached to Muta's body, "She knew that you fancied her & she was very much attached to you more than anybody else."

"Look, I don't know what's going on in your school but just trust Utahime or follow her lead or whatever," Shoko adviced. She doesn't really want to get in between whatever it is, but she knew that this kid's ability is as important as hers. He might be physically weak, but he has a great amount of cursed energy which would help them should Geto's plan pushed through & also since they needed to find all of Sukuna's fingers while she is looking for a way around keeping Yuji Itadori alive but killing Ryomen Sukuna inside of him.

She knew there has to be something. And she has to figure it out as soon as possible.

"Where were you?! There's an emergency at Shibuya, as Muta said!" Utahime barged in to Shoko's lab, disrupting her thoughts, "Assistants said the non-cercerers were all shouting, 'Bring Satoru Gojo here' & it doesn't make any sense for the non-sorcerers to know who Gojo is!"

"And I have to figure it out fast," she cursed in her head as she grabbed the remote & turned the television on.

It was as Utahime said, although there were no reports about bringing Satoru, but it has alerted the press because of the unidentified barrier.

"What are the orders?" Shoko asked.

"Well Satoru is on his way, along with Ijichi, Nanami, Meimei, and others. We don't know the situation yet but it's most likely as you said, Kokichi," Utahime went on, "But that's not the part that we should be worried on…"

"Utahime…" Shoko said with a bit of panic in her tone.

"Y/N is missing & we need her to nullify the prison realm if Geto succeeds in sealing Satoru."

"Fuck," was all Shoko could say.

[mushroompollution]

Dead Memories

part 1 || part 2 || part 3

Everything seems so far away.

Everything is so dark.

Did he faint?

Leo?

That sounds like Leo.

Why is he crying?

Doesn't he have any shame?

After disappearing like that, he's the one crying?

"i'm sorry,"

But why does it smell

like blood...?

"i'm so sorry, Elliot."

Elliot blinks as the world comes back into focus. Leo, sitting on the floor, his face in his hands.

Hands.

He looks down at his own, gripping the hilt of his heirloom sword.

When did he draw his sword?

His distant eyes follow the length of the black blade.

And why is it plunged deep into the back of--

"Mother--?!" Elliot gasps in horror as he realizes whose crumpled form he kneels over.

No, no, no, hey now.

Everything seems to stand still.

It's not your fault.

Somewhere far away, Leo gasps, feeling a warmth against chest.

She tried to kill him you!

Elliot looks over to see him clawing off his tie, ripping open his shirt to pull the glowing, magic crystal from beneath. A gift from Ember, a miracle failsafe for times like these.

If it hurts too much, you can forget about it. Just like last time.

That's right.

He been here before.

Just like this.

His sword in his hand.

Blood all around.

That voice in his head.

Everything will be okay.

Back then, it had been his brothers.

That bubbling monstrosity of Humpty Dumpty opens its gaping, toothy mouth.

Claude was still alive, reaching out for him when--

It whips its tongue with imperceptible speed, and the Duchess' head is severed violently from her body with another burst of blood.

But for Leo the sight of that pales in comparison to the empty, haunted look in Elliot's blue eyes.

Just blame the Headhunter.

Leo screams again. Even with his contingency plan, his final resort, he couldn't save Elliot's beloved mother. But then he remembers.

One last idea.

He scrambles for the Carcere in his jacket pocket, maybe there's still something he can do for Elliot--

You'll forget again soon.

"No--" Elliot's voice sounds so scared. Leo feels his heart break. "Shut up--"

Leo glances in his direction, holding the Carcere tight. "Elliot!! please, you can fight it--"

I have to forget remember.

The things I blamed on someone else.

The things I pretended not to see...

When did it start?

"Elliot--"

"THAT'S NOT TRUE!!!!!!"

Elliot's sudden screaming makes Leo jump. He watches as Elliot stumbles back against the wall, sinking down with one hand grabbing his chest, the other fisted in his short bangs.

"SHUT UP!!!!! SHUT UP!!!!" he screams, over and over. The sound chills Leo to his very core.

The memories of that night, of Claude and Ernest come flooding back to him.

He had caught them in the halls while trying to help the staff members evacuate the fire in the mansion's guest wing.

"Let's go, we can't die in a fire we started ourselves," Ernest had said, bringing Elliot to a halt. He had hidden behind a corner, in shock from his beloved brother's cruel words.

"And once we've gotten rid of those two freeloading vermin, we'll dispose of that classless Leo as well."

The plot against Gilbert and Vincent had shaken him to the core.

But those words had taken his breath away.

How couldn't I see it?!

Elliot remembers the looks on their faces as he ran towards them with that sword--

Another sudden, sharp pain suddenly pulls him from his memories. He stares blankly ahead, wide-eyed, as the words fall from his mouth.

"I'm an Illegal Contractor....?"

Leo crawls on his knees toward his precious friend, gripping the Carcere in hand as tears fall freely from his cheeks. He's never wanted to hide his eyes so badly.

"i'm so sorry, Elliot."

"I'm... The Headhunter...?"

Elliot's realization is cut short by another thob of that pain in his chest. As he pulls his hand away, it's stained with blood.

"How could I not see it...?"

Leo chokes on a painful sob as he reaches out to press the Cercere into that hand, only to be shoved away.

"Elliot!! this isn't your fault," he cries. "it's mine. please, you have to remember. that day when those kids wandered into the crater, you said it was a nightmare. that they made it out safe. but that isn't true!!" He sucks down a shaking breath. "i made a decision for you. i took away your agency, and i forced you to make a Contract with Humpty Dumpty. i didn't know it would end up like this!!"

Elliot stares at him in disbelief as those memories, too, come back to him now. And the look he gives him shatters what's left of Leo's heart. It's not relief at the sight of his friend. It's fear. It's anguish. It's confused rage.

"You...."

"i won't take away your choice again, Elliot."

Before he can continue, though, their moment is cut short. The ground beneath them shakes violently, the candelabras crashing to the floor around the table. Above its Contractor, Humpty Dumpty screeches in agony, its form bulging and contorting wildly. A powerful force explodes outward from around Elliot, knocking Leo back. Just like their last fight, when Leo's worst fears had been confirmed.

"THE WILL... OF THE ABYSS... THE WILL OF THE ABYSS...." Humpty Dumpty bellows in an eerie, unnatural voice. "EAT... DESTROY... THE BLACK RABBIT...."

Elliot gasps, fighting as his body tries to move on its own. His head swims, darkness creeping into his vision.

DON'T WATCH--

No!

DON'T REMEMBER--

NO!!!!!

DID IT DO YOU ANY GOOD?

DID REMEMBERING MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER?

WILL IT BRING THEM BACK?

Elliot's body reaches for his sword.

THAT'S IT--

KILL THE BLACK RABBIT--

Leo watches as that black blade plunges through Elliot's left hand. That empty look is gone, though tears fill his narrowed, determined eyes.

Above him, Humpty Dumpty wails, its tongue flailing.

"Forget what I did...?!" Elliot growls through the pain. "Turn my eyes away??!!!"

Leo gasps, watching as the Chain writhes, its form distorting again.

"My memories, my mistakes, my past, my future. I refuse to give them up to the likes of you!!!" Elliot shouts with renewed conviction, summoning forth all the strength in his body as he declares.

"I am Elliot Nightray!! And I will not let you take that away from me!!!!!!"

Blood drips on his head, oozing from Humpty Dumpty as it screeches.

Leo glances at the Carcere, lying on the ground. But another voice makes him turn quickly toward the doorway.

"Elliot!!!!" his sister screams, running into the room.

"Va..nessa...?"

"Vanessa, stay back!!!!" Leo cries.

Luckily, Vincent is right behind her. As much as he'd love to just let this happen, he grabs the young Duke by the collar, pulling her back and away from the frenzied Humpty Dumpty.

"All of you, stop," he demands, with a voice calm and cold. "Elliot. Careful. Contractors can't reject their own Chain."

Leo lunges for the Carcere in that moment. Thankfully, even through the distortion of the Sealing Stone breaking and the agony of Elliot's rejection, Humpty Dumpty still refuses to fire that tongue at him.

But Vincent sighs.

"Leo, I'm sorry.

It's too late for that."

[ceescedasticity]

The Account of Cercer, called Aswaepende

Another contribution from the Hirnedhrim! Cercer is barely mentioned in earlier accounts; she's one of the people Zuste speaks to relatively early on in the escape planning and she knows surprisingly many of the young goblin-men (and -women) bred in Isengard. Wonder how that happened?

Content warnings: Orc-husbandry of Isengard. (That is, nothing at all graphic, but talks about rape, forced marriage, forced pregnancy.)

The account of Cercer, called Aswaepende

Thirteen years before the fall of the Iron Ring, Tsiru's wife Zia died trying to birth their seventh child. We had only been there not quite nine years. Riborasta pulled the child out feet first with the birthing tongs rather than cut into Zia, but she was already bleeding and we could not stop it.

It was the first time I saw a woman die of birthing above the ground. I asked questions and learned it is not uncommon in Men even living untroubled in their own lands!

Our brothers' wives all agreed to give them children, but in return our brothers promised to protect them. That was the deal. If one of my brothers had children already and his wife died birthing more, then the deal was broken and on our end. And a wife is not part of all-the-world-against-us, because we made her one of us, and we should not break promises made to each other.

I said as much to my brothers Tyras and Ebros. (Tyras is one year older than me and Ebros five years younger. The others born close to us died long years ago.) Tyras said he had found more comfort in his home and children since he stopped lying with his wife he would follow my advice. Ebros agreed he did not need more children but in no way did that mean he would cease coupling with his wife, for it was the only thing that made it bearable to serve as a stud below ground but would do nothing about it.

So I went to Ebros's wife Oswyn, and Tyras's wife Hild while I was at it, and I offered them bleedmint I picked in the meadows around the Iron Ring. I told them tisane of bleedmint would stop a child from taking root or growing though I think Hild may have known it. I told them they had birthed children enough to meet their bargains and need not risk their lives birthing more. I said I could bring more, in spring and summer at least, and enough to dry for the winter, though it did lose its virtue over time, and it did not always work regardless.

They took the bleedmint and asked what they owed me. Hild particularly would not accept that this was only the proper way to treat my law-sisters. So I told them to persuade their children that I was their favorite aunt.

Two summers later I brought bleedmint to Hild and she stopped me before I left. She confessed that since Tyras had indeed not coupled with her for several years, she had no need of bleedmint, and had been giving it instead to Anarti's wife Balthild, who had birthed four children. I found out later that she was actually giving it to Sarmit's wife Milda, who had birthed only one child but with great difficulty and Hild and the others felt she would certainly be in danger because of her hips. another of my law-sisters. But now Diegis's wife Etta another law-sister had birthed three children and was weary and would I please collect some more. More bleedmint, not children. I agreed.

I thought about digging up some bleedmint and planting it inside the Iron Ring where Hild could get at it herself, but we all know what bleedmint is for, and I was not actually sure the clear fairness of this would be as self-evident to all my sisters as it was to me.

However I did plant some along the path to the place where we made Wizard's Oil and Wizard's Clay. I was starting to need quite a lot of it.

Hild dealt with distributing the bleedmint among some of our law-sisters, her friends. But they were not all friends; the Dunlendings and the Strawheads were not friends, and the Strawheads were split between those married right after capture and those who were taken underground first and then chosen. The ones who had not been underground thought those who had been were strange and more broken and if they were not mad they should be, because they had all been made to couple with orcs and some had birthed monstrous children. The ones who had been underground thought the ones who had not been did not appreciate how lucky they were, and resented being looked at as strange and more broken and should-be-mad.

It was not fair that the Dunlendings and the fresh Strawheads should not have this opportunity not to die birthing. It took some time to decide who to speak to among them, but I did. I started switching tasks with people to be sent to the oil-sheds more. Louzis complained that I smelled constantly of mint. I said it was to hide the smell of underground.

I do not know how As our brothers' children grew up, many of them turned to the company of the goblin-men of the Iron Ring. I can only guess that some discussion between them is why Belene, born underground about the time we arrived, knew to come to me when she had been fooling around with some of her cohort and was likely with child and did not want it. I showed her the bleedmint and explained that depending on how late it was bleedmint might not work or be safe. I did have some ergots, but I was not at all sure that was any safer than actually birthing the child. Belene did not care and took them anyway.

Others followed. They were not my sisters or law-sisters, so I asked for favors in return. And most of of the goblin-women of the Iron Ring were permitted to leave the Iron Ring as they wished, and could have gathered bleedmint themselves or for each other. But many kept coming to me anyway! Solsege tells me it is because they wanted reassurance from someone older and wiser who understood the situation. Pegrina found me being thought old and wise the funniest thing she'd ever heard.

At any rate I understand that when my Strawhead law-sisters wished to speak of me they called me Aswaepende, sweeper, because I helped clean up little messes and they did not wish to mention my name, which was thoughtful of them. I do not think I would have been in danger as the Iron Wizard was not expecting or interested in any of the births that didn't happen, but some of my brothers and maybe also sisters would have been very unhappy with me.

Possibly some people may be very unhappy with me now. I am hoping all of them died, or at least are able to realize what I did was for the best.

[alternativeworkstation]

CERCER

[i-cant-take-my-eyess-off-you]

Fierolocchio: «Aò a rega' 'n c'è niente da fa', Mamma Regina è 'n pezzo de còre, è 'r passato che 'n se ne vòle annà.»

(Romanzo Criminale la serie - prima stagione)

[fushiguro-soft]

[cerci-dy]

I kinda realised why the ape and lion nft's felt somewhat familiar. They overlap with deviantart closed species .

1. Stupid pricy for mediocre shit most of the time (altho nfts are just on steroids and i guess you actually own something if you buy a closed species )

2. Their following. Both will harrass you (for different reasons but allas)

I hate both tho. But nft's have that one or two things that make em worse. Art theft and well how damaging it is for the envoirment. Wich makes em so much more worse

[elcoachdelestilista]

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[ma-pi-ma]

È inutile cercere

qualcosa in una persona

se prima

non l'hai trovata in te.

Gio Evan

[msmoonlights]

[wyrmmaster]

Cercer, Cerberus from Hell, 500 year old mistress of black magic

TOO SMALL FOR CROWDS.

[telodogratis]

A Ischia si temono nuove piogge mentre si scava ancora per cercere i dispersi

A Ischia si temono nuove piogge mentre si scava ancora per cercere i dispersi

AGI – I nemico da battere ora è il tempo, inteso sia come ore che passano che come condizioni climatiche. Nel fine settimana, infatti, sulla Campania e quindi anche sull’isola di Ischia, torna il maltempo, con allerta e piogge abbondanti. E per chi scava anche a mani nude nel fango, per individuare o estrarre i corpi degli ultimi quattro dispersi della frana a Casamicciola Terme del 26 novembre…

[alanagaona]

SEMANA 5

Elegi esta imagen porque salgo con un amigo que quiero mucho y fue un viaje que disfrute mucho apesar de las circunstancias en las que estaba 

Lo mejor de mi semana fue salir con mis amigos de viaje de verdad es una experiencia unica y de vdd venir con mis amigos fue la mejor decision de mi vida 

Lo peor de mi semana fue el estress no poder dormir y seguir pesando en la situacion que hubo de verdad jamas me habia sentido asi de abrumada arrepentida y apenada 

Mi aprendisaje personal mas importante fue darme cuenta que de los errores se aprende y te ayudan a cercer como persona ya que no todos somos perfectos venimos a equivocarnos y darnos cuenta del error y aprender 

La decision mas relevante fue en si valia la pena o no llorar todo el dia por la situacion cuando la respuesta es no, ya que tenia que esperar pero al mismo tiempo decidi no quedarme de brasos cruzados y hacer lo que estaba en mis manos como lo era pedir perdon, reconocer mi error y dar la cara acepatando la consequencia 

Las emociones de mi semana fueron desepcion ya que estoy muy desepcionada de mi misma por lo que paso, triztesa porque me di cuenta que desepcione a todos, enojo ya que estaba muy enojada conmigo misma, felicidad porque estoy en italia.

[spectrum-skull]

"H-Hey, Lewis..? You doing a bit better now..?" Cerise had gone off just for a bit, coming back with... a clear teapot? It seemed to have a bunched up plant in the water inside, "I thought.. tea might help," She offered a cup to him, "It shouldn't take too long to sleep." 🍒

“A-Ah, I’m fine CerCer.”

He gave a small but tired smile to reassure the other that he was fine, trying not to show the actual truth. Not wanting her to worry more over him.

“…what type of tea is that?”

It looked interesting, remembering reading somewhere about blooming tea during one of his searches on the web, looking up how to make homemade chamomile tea for Arthur. The blonde hadn’t been sleeping well during that time. Had to admit, it was pretty looking, though he had no intention of drinking it at the moment.