#chimalli

[mar-tacuba]

Oaktown OC: Chimalli (rename). 4/4 of supporting characters.

[micklovesbooks]

Raiders of the Lost Heart by: Jo Segura

Raiders of the Lost Heart by: Jo Segura Rival archaeologists must team up on a secret Aztec expedition, or it could leave their careers—and hearts—in ruins. Archaeologist Dr. Socorro “Corrie” Mejía has a bone to pick. Literally.  It’s been Corrie’s life goal to lead an expedition deep into the Mexican jungle in search of the long-lost remains of her ancestor, Chimalli, an ancient warrior of…

[albertochimal]

Hoy es el Batman Day, así que me toca celebrar la vez que Batman vino a la Ciudad de México. 🇲🇽❤️

"Funeral", ilustrada por el gran Rulo Valdés, editada por Giobany Arévalo y con mi guión, apareció en la antología "Batman The World" en 2021. El recorrido de Batman por el Centro Histórico se puede seguir, paso a paso, con la historia como mapa. Y por ahí aparece mi doble, un humilde habitante del Universo DC. 🦇

[libriaco]

Annuncio

Creador fatigado traspasa universos de medio uso, con o sin habitantes. ~ Creatore stanco cede universi seminuovi, con o senza abitanti.

A. Chimal, 83 novelas, 2011. Liberamente scaricabile da QUI.

[mon-nid]

En Las estancias secretas Alberto Chimal reúne diecisiete cuentos en los que confluyen lo fantástico, el terror, la ciencia ficción, la realidad más descarnada y lo mítico en unos territorios poco transitados. Una antología sorprendente y diversa que se aleja de modas literarias y donde su autor experimenta y juega con los límites de los géneros. Transgresiones espaciotemporales, antiguas leyendas traídas al presente, desdoblamientos del yo y una imaginación siempre transformadora en un festín literario que –en palabras de Cecilia Eudave, la prologuista de este volumen– nos recuerda que «desde que se contó la primera historia los signos se posaron en la memoria de los hombres para sacar sus secretos, los secretos de nuestra naturaleza humana, que para bien o para mal se han esparcido por el mundo». [Nota de la editorial]

[bookslozano]

ALBUM BY ALBERTO CHIMAL

Her mother's face / The doll she threw from the window / The book she burnt / The fish tank she emptied across the living room floor / The doll she tore limb from limb / Her first psychiatrist / The dish she wielded against her mother / Her nanny just before she left / Her mother's mother just before she left / Her father just before he left / Her mother's face / The cat she put in the oven / Her second psychiatrist / Her first kindergarten / The boy she kicked / Her third psychiatrist / Her classmate's cut braid / The corner where she was punished / Her classmate's cut face / Her fourth psychiatrist / Her second kindergarten / The dog she gutted / The chair she was tied to / Her mother's arm in a sling / Her teacher's arm in a sling / Her fifth psychiatrist's arm in a sling / Her third kindergarten / The boy who hit who her / A chunk of ear of the boy who hit her / Her fourth kindergarten / The report filed against her / Her mother's purse / The elementary school principal who refused to admit her / Her mother's face / The second elementary school principal who refused to admit her / Her mother's debit card / The elementary school principal who agreed to admit her / The girl she tried drowning in a toilet / The girl she pushed down the stairs / The letter written against her by her classmates' parents / Her mother's face / Her mother's bared shoulder / The second elementary school principal who agreed to admit her / The sweater of her missing classmate / The body of her missing classmate / Her mother's face / The cops who came looking for her / Her mother's face / The bus she and her mother got on / The first motel where she and her mother slept / The fire at the first motel where she and her mother slept / The news bulletin with her mother's picture / Her mother's face / The second motel where she and her mother slept / The baby who lasted three days in the room where she and her mother slept / Her mother's face / The third motel where she slept / The phone her mother tried to dial / Her mother's face / One of her mother's eyes / Her mother's tongue / Her mother's other eye / The car of the man who picked her up off the highway / The first commentator to talk about her on TV / The car of the second man who picked her up off the highway.

"Album" by Alberto Chimal, published as "Álbum" in Estos son los días" (Ediciones Era, 2004), translated unofficially by books lozano, 2023.

[albatross-lancer]

Hi, hope I'm still alive by the time you get this message! We are in danger and we are in dire need an Ace/Aro Pilot to help sort this out, I swear it is Really Really Really important, and I can't stress enough how much it pains me to actually type this down.

I'm the Operator for a small Mercenary Lancer Squad called "The Pegasi-M3 Sisters", and while I'm very proud of my teammates abilities, however a tiny problem has emerged due to some of the teams shared preferences.

We are located in a small station in orbit of the Zeta Leporis star, our mission was to escort some scientists through the remains of the station, to gather some old equipment and analysis data from the satellite, but a HORUS Cell had taken over the station, and managed to leave a few remotely activated mechs in the station before escaping.

We've managed to eliminate most of the mechs, and even evacuated the scientists on a safe carrier to our main ship, but we are stranded in the station with the last remaining enemy mech: a Goblin/Deathhead piloted by a cascading Osiris NHP called C130.

Normally, my team would be able to destroy a single mech in an instant, but, and I can't believe I have to say this, the NHP seems to be "very hot" and terribly "coercive" towards the all-disaster-lesbian technophile polycule that makes up the team, and everyone of my gals has fell prey to the sweet-talking of this aforementioned NHP. I lost contact with the ship and two of my pilots, while the last one of my gals seems to be barking on command to this C130, so I suspect it might have hacked it's way into her neural enhancement suite.

We had a Union pilot along, but he started calling the enemy mech "Mommy" and stopped responding a few moments later.

Sigh, I kinda knew it was going to end like this one of these days. At the moment I'm locked in a small cargo compartment of the station, with only a box of rations and my long-distance network system that I managed to connect to the stations omninet, but I know the NHP is going to find that connection soon...

I'm sending this anonymously due to the confidentiality clause of my contract, but I'm sending the coordinates of the station and the Comp/CON data from our teams mechs to help identify the threats.

Signed, PEG-M3-Operator.

Ah. Well. I suppose it is not our place to judge the circumstances of these distress calls. I am asexual myself, though Erdaf is rather distant from these coordinates and we do not have any currently functional ships besides. I shall forward this request to the nearmost makteba, I am certain they shall have several suitable candidates.

-Loyal Wing Catrin Cavazos

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Well met! Loyal Wing Nori Chimal-4926 of Makteba Sunda, your local aroace Lannie pilot reporting for this mission. ...I did not expect that to ever be relevant on a mission, mostly we do natural disaster relief and search & rescue here, not... whatever this is. But, I will be honest, I have seen weirder missions, most especially when HORUS is involved. Such as the time my Lancaster was teleported to the top of a mech-scale ladder and fell, knocking the rest of my team into a pit of slime that may have been semi-alive. Ask me about it some time. Or maybe do not. Anyroad, fear not, help is on the way, for I am on the path towards you as we speak. As we say in Makteba Sunda, the storm always breaks.

[bangpop91writing]

Omg Cuddling in a Blanket Fort for any pairing that strikes your fancy please!

Uffda! You should not have given me blanket permission for any ship that strikes my fancy because my brain went straight to SalHowie(Howal? Sawie? Chimal? Samney?) Anyway I hope you enjoy some cute blanket fort fluff for Sal and Chimney.

Also tagging @racerchix21 because my fascination with SalHowie stems from a story i wrote for her, and @rdng1230 @cliophilyra and @thecarrott because they also love Sal Deluca ☺️

Non-Sexual Intimacy Prompts

Sal was having a no good, very bad day.

It was like that book his mama would read to him and his siblings when they were particularly grumpy as kids, but Sal didn't get to find out it's Saturday or get to go outside and play at the end of the book.

He is thirty-seven weeks pregnant, he has to pee constantly, fresh air gives him heart burn so bad he vomits, and his sciatic nerve is on fire. Most offensive of all though is being put on restrictive desk duty. Who has ever heard for a fire captain being man behind in their own house? He can't believe he had to make Chavez his Acting Captain already, not that Chavez isn't a damn good leader and equally competent fire fighter, it's the principle of the matter.

Sal is completely done with all of it. He is done with his shift. He is done with this stupid day. And most of all, he is done with being pregnant. Sal wants their daughter out of him now.

Unfortunately Baby Girl Deluca-Han doesn't seem particularly inclined to vacate Sal's body any time soon. Which Sal fully blames her father for. But since he can't have his body or his job back yet tonight he will settle for passibly mid take out in bed while Howie is on shift.

Maybe it isn't Saturday, and maybe he doesn't get to go outside and play. But Sal arrives home to something even better. Howard.

Howie who is supposed to be on shift till tomorrow. Howie who had been sent on a medical call with Hen cutting their phone call earlier short. Howie who is at their home and had transformed it into something magical.

The entire house smells like home in a nostalgic way. It smells like his Mama and Nona's kitchen's back in New York. Like garlic, fresh herbs, and love. There isn't a single harsh light on in the house, there are twinkle lights strung up all over the living room which had been turned into a giant blanket fort.

Sal is normally a pretty stoic guy, occasionally outburts of anger aside, so he blames his pregnancy hormones for the tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. Tears that he blinks back as best he can. Because one of Sal's favorite memories was creating elaborate blanket forts with his siblings and cousins as a kid, watching movies in those blanket forts before falling asleep in a giant Deluca family sleepover.

Sal thinks Howie has used every blanket they own, and some the dont, to construct the tent like blanket fort that takes up half of their massive living room making it feel small and intimate, like a tiny protective nest or burrow, just for their growing family with their insanely comfortable, over stuffed couch at the center of it and The Princess Bride qued up on the tv. Howie appears behind him holding two massive bowls of fresh home made spaghetti alla putttanesca.

That's what makes Sal lose the battle against his hormones and cry. Because Howie made his his comfort food, he can tell from the way the noodles are far from uniform only Howie could have made them.

"You're supposed to be at work." Sal cries lately, because it's easier to focus on that rather than everything Howie has done to make Sal's bad day better. Howie, his sweet, wonderful husband sets down the bowls of deliciously fragrant pasta before taking Sal's face between his hands, using the pads of his thumbs to tenderly wipe away Sal's tears.

"Bobby gave me the night off. My husband needed me more than the people of LA." Howie explained bringing Sal in for a gentle kiss.

"How did you even pull this off?" Sal asked with a sniffle, resting his exhausted, sore body against Howie's strong one. He can take the weight, and does it without complaining, his hands coming to the small of Sal's back gently massaging it.

"I had some help." Sal listens contently as Howie explains how Karen and Tommy had helped him move the couch and construct the tent like blanket fort, how Howie had FaceTimed his Mama and she had walked Howie through every step of her puttanesca recipe. Howie has come a long way as a cook, especially under Bobby's tutelage, but Sal is a Mama's boy at heart, and no puttanesca can compare to his Mama's recipe. "Come on baby, let's go eat before our dinner gets cold." Howie says softly leading Sal to their big couch settling him into it making sure Sal is supported by a plethora of pillows.

Their dinner is so good that Sal is in danger of crying all over again, the puttanesca tastes just like his Mama's. It's perfectly. Howie had even found the perfect non-alcoholic wine to pare with it, giving Sal a sense of normality in his ever changing body. The couple curl up together as they eat watching Sal's favorite movie. Once their food is finished and Sal has had second and third helping - he's eating for two after all - the couple rearrange themselves on the couch so that they are cuddling.

Sal and Howie are connected from head to toe with no space between them. Sal is happily curled around his husband while one of Howie's hands massages his bastard sciatic nerve and the other hand gents pets Sal's distended belly. Baby girl had been using his organs for punching bags and his bladder as a trampoline all day, but she has gone quiet and still under Howie's soothing hands.

"Feels good." Sal murmured feeling relaxed and sleepy.

"You deserve it." Howie replied kissing the top of his head. Sal knows it is Howie's knowledge of the human body and medicine, but it feels like magic when the hand massaging his lower back finds just the right spot, pressing just right. Sal relaxes even more with a loud moan as the pain leaves his body.

"We should name Baby Girl, Buttercup." Sal says withbanother moan, because this might be the best back rub Sal has ever gotten, including the one Howie gave him the night that he had gotten pregnant. Howie chuckles softly into the top of Sal's head,

"Let's revisit that when you aren't hyped up on oxytocin and endorphins." Howie suggets sweetly. Sal will let it go, for now, he doesn't think he'll change his mind, but he's feeling so good. All loose limbs and warm fuzzy emotions, but it has been a long day. He doesn't want to ruin the cozy romantic mood by arguing about baby names right now.

"Another." Sal demands feeling a little bratty and petulant when the credits roll on the movie. He's exhausted and could fall asleep right here in the warm soft glow of twinkle lights and blankets. He's the most comfortable hevhas been since the start of his third trimester with a big soft, fuzzy blanket covering them while Sal uses Howie as a pillow. Howie kisses the top of his head, rubbing a hand over the massive swell of Sal's belly.

"Okay." Howie whispers turning on Robin Hood Men In Tights.

Marian is a pretty name, they should name Baby Girl Marian. Sal mumbles into Howie's chest before his eyes close and he falls asleep, snoring softly.

[best-habsburg-monarch]

Maria Theresa, Archduchess of Austria, Queen of Hungary, Croatia and Bohemia, etc. reigned 1740-1780

The empress who reformed the empire while having a ton of children at the same time.

Maximilian , Emperor of Mexico, reign: 1864-1867

The last emperor of Mexico who supported liberal reform against the desires of Mexican conservatives.

Propaganda under the cut:

Maria Theresa:

From anon:

- chucked into ruling at age 23. while pregnant

- no prep!!!! Prussia invades Silesia!!! Ministers fucking around for their own provincial interests instead of for the Whole !!!!! and she has to somehow cope with all of this ....

- ALL WHILE being pregnant with Joseph (II) and we know that guy was just as ornery in utero as he was irl

- she's everything! He (Francis) is just ....Ken.

- YAS QUEEN rediversify that gene pool

- originally reluctant to participate in the 1st partition of poland (who wants galicia let's be real)

Maximilian

From: anon

- He loved plants

- He was a sassy man

- He had good taste

- He learned Nahuatl

- He’s cute (I mean look at him)

- He said “gay rights”

- He banned child labour in Mexico

- He gave many rights back to indigenous people

- Bro was wronged by France (haven’t we all?)

- He’s baby

- Got executed, come on, give him this guys 🥺

- He loved to design gardens and collect insects which makes me think he would've loved playing animal crossing

- An outspoken liberal in a period where the monarchy was still quite conservative.

- Vice-Admiral of the Navy who initiated scientific projects and exploration.

- Aesthetic girlie. Collected flowers, painted, wrote poetry, and kept a journal. He would have loved Tumblr.

- (Probably) gay or bisexual.

- Allegedly slapped Franz Joseph for refusing to allow Lombardy to have an elective body.

- Sisi's favorite brother-in-law (and not in a romantic way, fuck you Netflix)

- Refused to take the Mexican crown until a plebiscite had been held because he wanted to be invited by the Mexican people.

- Gave up all of his Austrian titles to go to Mexico because he believed he had made a promise to them.

- Also, his wife was amazing and capable and the amount of pure misogyny that certain historians and biographers have thrown at her is ridiculous. I know this isn't a Carlota poll, but she'd want Max to win.

- Netflix did him unbelievably dirty. Please give him this.

Did you know my man Max repatriated many pieces of Mexica artefacts?

He told Austria to cough up 3 main things that he thought were rightfully Mexican.

1. The Chimalli

2. A codex

3. A letter from Cortez to the chocolate man people seem to call Charles

The Austrians took their time but eventually gave back something

The Chimalli next to max so people know who to thank for it

[silentmoths]

oh man i found my first obsidian pillar night trial in natlan today and the fucking bullshit I went through.

So i found Chimalli's Shade, the fucking water wyaob mf and I realized quickly that my terribly unfinished wriothesly was going to be my ace in the hole...after stealing all of ganyu's relics.

it was not a graceful or clean win, but we pulled through

I am not looking forward to finding the other mfs.

[albertochimal]

Esta narración fue escrita aquí mismo, en Tumblr, por @sadoeuphemist y @ospreyonthemoon. Es una serie de variaciones sobre la antigua historia de "La rana y el escorpión" y la lleva por caminos de lo más inesperado. Yo hice la traducción y la publiqué en la antología virtual de mi sitio con permiso de elles.

[libriaco]

Codardo e scontento

Anche nel girone dei codardi si lamentano tutti, ma a bassa voce.

À la Alberto Chimal.

[heartoftheship]

Belle finally has the chance to talk to a Black Bone, one of the mysterious servants of Rumplestiltskin...

Start reading this fanfic from the start Take me to Chapter 53

Chapter 53: Chi

“Chimalli,” Belle repeated his name, her eyes both seeing his black skull and the face he'd once had. “I want to apologize for my silence today. I'm not myself.”

Fully understanding her, he still looked worried and shook his head.

“Don't apologize. What you went through was traumatic. You had to say goodbye to your new home, with hardly a moment's time to do so.”

“Well... so did you, didn't you?”

Chi gave her a half-smile.

“That's true. But I'm not worried. I'm sure Rumplestiltskin and my brothers will find us again. It might just take some time.”

She nodded. She had to remain confident. She was usually so good at hoping – yet at the moment she had no idea where to find any hope. She needed to keep her spirits up in order to find the strength to continue this journey.

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[varalgus]

Tlacochcalcatl

The tlacochcalcatl, meaning “Master of The House of Darts” was the highest ranking title of the Mexica military, the equivalent of a general or commander in modern terminology. He was responsible for all military decisions and planning, and lead the Mexica troops into battle.

The Tlacochcalcatl wore cotton armor for protection and mobility. His helmet resembled a human skull, adorned with hawk and quetzal feathers. In one hand he would wield a lance (tepoztopilli) tipped with sharp obsidian blades, his other brandishing a feathered shield (chimalli). On his back he wore three banners, topped with elaborate feathered decorations.

[emvisual]

Sebastian (Enrique Carbajal) es un monstruo de la escultura monumental urbana. Aquí os dejo unas imagenes de sus impresionantes esculturas.

Me gusta su trabajo, pero el Guerrero Chimalli me parece que no está a la altura del resto de su trabajo.