#cortes trio

[dingoat]

Phew! I've had this piece bouncing around in my head all month and finally got it out; the Cortes Trio for @painted-bees who I was stoked to find on Art Fight! I've loved watching these three get developed and strike so many chords (hehe) with so many people. Less of an attack and more of a 'thanks for putting your creative joy fearlessly into the world'.

[racetrackmybeloved]

"race and albert are besties" NO you are WRONG. they are a TRIO of little shits who thrive on chaos. that is the only correct answer.

[painted-bees]

Smutty sketch beneath the cut! You've been warned♡

[madebysimblr]

Gemma: You losers better make me look good, otherwise there will be hell to pay.

Sorella: Uh-huh.

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Skid Row (Downtown)

[Anita] Alarm goes off at seven, and you start uptown You put in your eight hours for the powers that have always been...

[Sorella] Sing it, child.

[Anita] 'Till it's five P.M.

[extra] Then you go

[Anita, Mary, and Sorella] Downtown, where the folks are broke, you go Downtown, where your life's a joke, you go Downtown, where you buy your token you go Home to Skid Row

[artsy-hobbitses]

Y para qué llorar, pa' qué? Si duele una pena, se olvida Y para qué sufrir, pa' qué? Si así es la vida, hay que vivirla, la la la

Official design for Teo Cortes, codename Thundercracker! Basically the Bubbles of the Seeker Trio (With Starscream as the Blossom and Skywarp as the Buttercup)—a dreamer and romantic who really has no place on the battlefield except for his desire to help forge a better world, though at some point he realizes that he doesn’t like where his stage director is taking this narrative, and takes the script of his life back into his own hands. His design is very inspired by Raul Esparza’s rendition of Che in Evita (which whom he shares a singing voice!) and his departure from the Cons, who tend to see him as an overgrown theatre kid, actually marks a darker turning point for them (as they don’t quite realise the brevity and genuine heart he brings to the fight until it’s too late)

[sparkedblaze]

I forgot Finch tagging Albert and I forgot to tag the post so

I made another

I have too much power

[admrlthundrbolt]

I Put A Spell On You (Tzekel-Kan x Chubby Reader)

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When Cortes's daughter follows Tulio and Miguel to El Dorado, how will it change their fate? Can Tzekel-Kan hold his ground in the presence of a goddess?

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Hey guys, I know it's been a while. But I would like to point my finger at the Red Web podcast. They recently posted an episode about the legend of El Dorado, which caused me to rewatch The Road to El Dorado. Thus this was spawned. I hope you enjoy.

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Tulio slammed his head against the post and held it there. His headache had caught up to his actions.

“Psst.”

He tilted his head, but only heard Miguel's pacing. So he brought his head back and started towards the post again,

“Pssssst! “

This time his friend stopped him and pointed up. Where they could see a heavier set sailor with their hands pressed against the bars of the brig. Their body were hard to make out, the baggy tunic and large hat covering most of their features.

“Would you like a hand out?”

“Yes.” The duo yelled.

The mysterious figure shushed them and looked around. Then turned back and said. “I can help you, but not directly. For a price that is.”

The friends looked at each other and seemed to have a silent conversation. With a nod Miguel looked up. “What are your terms?”

“I want off this ship. I was forced onto this crew and want to be free.”

They went back to internally chatting. Another nod was had, it appeared they were in the same boat. So why not team up.

“OK, now get us out of here.” Tulio said impatiently.

They tossed an apple between the bars. “This is the key to escaping.” Walking away they gave no explanation.

Staring at each other in bewilderment, they almost missed the beat of hooves coming their way.

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It was hard to believe that a horse had helped them escape. Though they were curious where the stranger had went off to as well. Getting the last of the provisions onto the rowboat, they were surprised to see a figure. Realizing it was their “savior", Tulio's temper flared.

“What was all that about?!”

“What are you talking about?” They adjusted their bag and moved towards the boat.

He stepped in front of them. “Leaving us there after making a deal. Then you reappear out of nowhere.” His hands were flailing around wildly as he spoke.

“Did Altivo not being you the keys? “ As if to cement their point the horse sauntered up to the stranger and nusseled their shoulder. “You’ve never let me down, have you, old friend. Goodbye.“ They gave the horse a few pats, then went to help Miguel with the boat.

Tulio pouted over the fact that the apple was the only reason they got the keys. Miguel however was impressed at how the stranger handled the situation. As they lowered the row boat, Altivo had a fit. They tried to talk him down, but he only got louder. Then realizing his mistake, Miguel brought out the Apple, which Tulip tossed. Then it landed in the ocean and was followed by Altivo. Prompting everyone, but Tulio to attempt a rescue.

As the rescue pair reached the horse, Tulio navigated the boat over. It was a struggle, but the trio managed the feat. Only to lose most of their supplies in the process. This led into a string of bad luck.

The stranger was finally revealed, as a woman.

“Why wouldn't you bring that up!” Tulio had only known this person for an afternoon and couldn't remember being more exasperated.

“You never ask, so I thought there was no reason to say.” With a shrug of the shoulders you wrang out her hair. “ Besides, I didn't lie about being there against my will. “

“If that’s true, then she does have a point.” Miguel said, attempting to be the voice of reason.

“Oh shut up. You’d side with the pretty girl anyways.“

Miguel didn't answering, not wanting to admit that his partner was right.

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The journey was dull in some moments, but treacherous in others. With most of their provisions gone, they had a hard time not succumbing to hunger. Until birds started dropping things in their boat. Not looking a gift horse in the mouth, no offense Altivo. They happily used anything they brought.

Though when they learnt the actual reason for the blessings Tulip had a few choice words to give (Y/N).

“You’ve been feeding them behind our backs!”

“It's just a bit of dried corn. I saved it for Altivo originally. Then an opportunity presented itself.”

Miguel, ever the peace keeper, said between them. “While it may have been a good idea to discuss what we did with the remaining supplies. It did help us in the long run.” He look at the two, only to see they had went to opposite ends of the boat. Shaking his head, he knew this was far from over.

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As the two men lamented about their regrets, you couldn't help but feel downtrend too. “I regret not escaping my father sooner.”

This cause the duo to look up a bit. You hadn’t mentioned anything of your past, other than knowing Altivo. Miguel was the one to say something. “Is he the reason you were on the ship.”

“Yes, though he was the reason we were all on the ship.” You said, facing away from them. When you turned to contiue, you suddenly perked up. “Land!”

The rest of the passengers turned and realised they had reached shore. Leaping from the boat everyone kissed the dry, warm sand. Until Miguel reached a skull, everyone recoiled and second guessed staying.

Until Miguel brought out an oddly familiar map and exclaim that they were near El Dorado. The pair argued while (Y/N) and Altivo explored the beach. The boys continued, so you decided to be the mediator.

“Let's just see where this leads. Even if we wanted to leave, we would need to gather supplies. So why not take the long way.” You gave a small smile and went back to petting Altivo.

Tulio conceded and Miguel started blazing a trail.

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The journey was as long as the one by boat. With many ups and downs, they seemed to be following the map. Or at least stumbling across the markers.

They had met many creatures along the way, they were unnaturally drawn to (Y/N). The main one being a friendly armadillo, which Altivo was not happy about. The thing followed you like a puppy. Having to fight for your attention was not at the top of the horses to do list. He already had to compete with two idiotic humans.

After countless perils, they found themselves tumbling down a cliff. As they came to Tulio was already complaining about a rock being the true El Dorado. The boys then began to argue.

(Y/N) turned your head towards the odd sound of heavy breathing and some sort of slapping. Poking your head around the slab, you saw a woman, running and glancing back. The woman darted around the slab and was surprised at the strangers.

A large group of armed men then came and surrounded the group. Seeing that the woman was the target, (Y/N) put the stranger between herself and the stone.

Chel was shocked that the first thought this other woman was protecting her. She looked between the horsemen and guards. Seeing an opportunity, she tossed the statue piece at them. This caused an impromptu game of hot potato.

Tulio attempted to explain, only to be socked in the head. They were then lead to a waterfall and loaded into boats.

The new woman stuck close to (Y/N) and the small group of animals.

After the boat landed the respective members went to alert their leaders. A tribe member to the chief and Acolyte to Tzekel-Kan.

The group stepped out of the boat and were overwhelmed by the sights around them. Tulio and Miguel couldn't believe their eyes. A whole city made of gold. Where as (Y/N) was unsure of how to feel about the wandering eyes on them. You wished that your disguise had survived the boat ride, Altivo was just more important. But you held your head high and kept a soft, reassuring hand on the other woman.

As the chief made his way to the group he was surprised. This group of strangers did seem different, but god like. He would keep that to himself for now.

The priest was only a moment behind, but what greeted him was heavenly. Two gods and a godess, including their majestic stead. His eyes lingered on the woman for longer than he would like to admit. Your ethereal appearance was almost to much for him to tear his gaze from. He greeted them boasterously, putting as much measured bravado as he could manage.

The chief welcomed the gods to the city. Not wanting to make the wrong move, the boys went along with it and you stayed silent.

The priest wanted a show of their godly power. Which started a tiff between the duo. Knowing that this could go on endlessly (Y/N) intervened. “Enough!”

Everyone turned as a nearby volcano sucked smoke back within itself. Cheers cascaded through out the crowd and all bowed.

They were then lead to their new home.

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As the leader turned to the group the boys tried to look unbothered by the many steps. While you glanced around in a calculated manner. With a hand on the horses mane and the armadillo in the crook of your other arm you followed behind everyone.

Gesturing at the large palace, both of the important men offered a tribute. The duo put on an air of authority and agreed.

As the men left you couldn't help but shake your head. “You are both idiots. This is going to get us all killed.”

Miguel scoffed and said. “What are you talking about, they adore us.” He draped his arm around you should and sandwiched you between Tulio and himself. “Just listen to how good this sound. Miguel, (Y/N), and Tulio; mighty and powerful gods. “ Both men were beaming at the statement.

“Hello.”

The sudden intrusion caused everyone to tense. Facing the side entrance, they were surprised to see the woman they ran into earlier. While the boys tried to intimidate her, (Y/N) walked over and checked her over.

Chel knew that this was all a lie. Though since she met this woman, she could believe you were a goddess. Maybe a small part of her subconscious mind did believe it. “She's right, they will kill you. But if you had, I don’t know, an adviser. You would have a much easier time. Just a thought.”

The duo then began to discuss it, but you immediately nodded. “The choice is trust her or be completely in the dark. I say we take those odds.”

After everyone reluctantly agreed, everyone began getting ready for the feast.

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Chel, who had introduced herself, while leading you to an adjacent room. It contained a large pool in the center and random seating scattered about. She gestures to the pool and walked over to a carved out shelf, filled with various containers.

You gave the pool a long stare, but decided that not following their new adviser suggestion would be in poor taste. So disrobing quickly, you waded your way into the pool. Expecting the water to be frigid, you were pleasantly surprised by the warmth it held.

Relaxing against the wall of the pool, you noticed movement in the main chamber. The boys had changed and were already heading to the party. “Shouldn’t I be joining them?”

Chel laughed and shook her head. “A goddess is never late, everyone else is early.” She came over with a couple of bottles and sat behind the other woman. “Wet your hair.”

Doing as instructed, you relax further, as something was lathered into your hair. They enjoyed the peace that the bathing chamber gave. Chel pampered her savior and have you time to dry as she retrieved suitable clothing.

Waiting on one of the benches, you couldn't help but reflect on your current situation. Finally free of you r father and on a grand adventure. On the other hand you did have to keep up a lie, so as not to be killed. Though in retrospect your past and present were more similar than you would like to admit.

Chel came back and carried an ornate dress. It was closed to her own outfit, but a strapless one piece. It also had much more vivid colors, all details laid in gold. It was definitely different from your usual baggy afairs, but you supposed adhering to the local culture was a good thing. As you companion put the last touches on you, taking a deep breath, you made your way down the steps.

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He despise celebrations such as these, but if it involved the gods, he felt obligated to join. He was considering making an exit, until the goddess made an appearance. You were glorious. Your gown was flowing and visage glowing. Tezel-kan wasn’t sure he had seen a more beautiful being.

As you made your way down the stairs, he couldn't help but sneer. The crowd met you. What did they think they were doing. You was leagues above them. You deserved to be with someone of a higher status. A priest perhaps. The thought made him giddy.

Heading over, his chest puffed out in assurance. He was sure to enjoy his company. But a frown mared features as he noticed the servant girl was hanging onto you. Though his features softened when he noticed the nurturing guidance his goddess gave the lowly other.

Finally reaching you, he gave a bow. “My Goddess, if you would allow it, I would love to accompany you this evening.” He met your gaze and extended a hand.

You gave the priest a discrete once over, prompted by Chel's hand squeezing your arm. But decided to disregard it. These people viewed you with the gods, so ignoring one of them would surely be frowned upon. Least of all the head priest. Nodding, you allowed him to guide you to a quieter area of the celebration. Honestly it was a relief, all the noise was becoming a bit much. When he spoke again you had to keep yourself from getting startled.

He enjoyed theses moments alone with his goddess. “How are you enjoying yourself in the city so far. My Goddess.” It was otherworldly to be with you. This close he could smell just what bathing oils you used. He was so focused on enjoying your scent, he almost missed your answer.

Smiling politely you said. “It's been pleasant. Chel has been helpful in adjusting ourselves.”

He had to keep his face from twisting into a scowl. The last thing he wanted you to speak highly of was that thief. But he could play the cordial ambassador. “It is so kind of you to take pity on such an unfortunate soul. I’m sure with your guidance she will blossom into a wonderful person.” He lays a reassuring hand on your arm.

Glancing at his hand, your heart rate raised. Living most of your life in hiding as a man and the rest locked away. It was flustering to have the attention of a handsome man. Still he believed you to be a goddess, his reality of you was warped. On top of that, it seemed he was talking down about your new ally. And that wouldn't do.

“That may very well be true. But I think your men could use a bit of ‘guidance' in not chasing unarmed girls with weapons. Now if you'll excuse me. “

As you walked away Tzekel-Kan had to keep himself from following you. Who knew a woman challenging him could be so endearing. The fire blazing in your eyes could light a thousand suns. He retired to his quarters, that beautiful expression haunting his dreams.

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Waking the next morning was an experience. You were far from a hangover, unlike the boys, but waking up in a moving bed was bizarre. You woke the other two and pointed out your situation. They bounced ideas off each other until the platform was lowered. As you exited all eyes were on your group.

Chel tossed flower petals around and gave the trio a warning. Then Tzekel-Kan gave a morbid speech that ended with revealing a sickly man. You ran forward and caught him. Lowering him into your lap, you were relieved to hear Miguel and Tulio dissolve the tension. With the man's life spared, you insisted on helping take him home to rest.

While most watched you in awe for your compassion, Tzekel-Kan was seething. Not only did the tribute displeasure you, the other two gods dismissed him so flippantly. Though he too was moved by your caring nature. He couldn't help but imagine what a wonderful mother you would make. He would have to tuck that thought away for later though. Right now he needed to get on your good side.

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Helping return the man to his home, you saw to it that he was accommodated to. Leaving you realized that you had no plans for the day. Looking around you noticing no people in sight. It was odd, but a break from the hustle and bustle of being a goddess was nice. A stroll seemed the most relaxing, so off you went.

The peace didn’t last long though. The armadillo ran up to you, being chased by a group of very large brightly color birds. You scooped up your small companion and looked at the birds in awe. They had to be the largest animals you had ever seen. Sticking a hand out you waited with baited breath. The smallest of the group lowered it’s head and lightly nipped at your finger tips. Jolting in surprise you splayed your fingers apart and let it explore your hand. Seeing that their friend was getting all the attention. The others joined in on checking out the new person. As they nosed around your person, you remembered that there was still a bit of grain in your pocket. Presenting it to the creatures, you were rewarded with enthusiastic pecking. You smiled at being able to offer your new friends something.

A sudden movement caught you eye. Someone that was large, with a spotted pelt, started behind a nearby corner. Squinting in the general direction, you shrugged . If they wanted to talk, they could approach you. On the other hand, with your status, you weren’t sure how many people would be comfortable with that.

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Acolyte was nervous as he went up the stairs of the temple. He had been spotted rather quickly. A fact he knows Tzekel-Kan would not be happy with. Stealing himself he called out. “I’m back, sir.”

“Yes, I noticed.” He stepped from behind Acolyte and frowned. “Judging by how quickly you returned, I can on guess that you were unsuccessful in finding her.

The underling gulped. “No, she was easy to find. “

The other man’s expression brightened. “Then your quick return must be great news.

Steepling his fingers, he took a moment to think of the best way to answer. “ Not quite. She helped the man home and started to wander. Until she saw a small creature being chased by a flock of large birds. So she cradled the small animal while feeding the birds. But then she spotted me, which I knew staying would only be suspicious. So I came to tell you where she was and what information I could gather. “ He spilt out the gathered intelligence as quickly as he could. Hoping that Tzekel-Kan might not catch the part about getting caught. Though the look on his face said otherwise.

Rubbing his temple, he tried to relieve the headache that was starting to take over. “What should I expect. Sending an imbecile to complete a simple task.” With that he quickly walked out of the temple. It seemed like he was going to have to approach his goddess directly.

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You were enjoying cooling your feet in a small pond, when someone cleared their throat. Turning you notice the man that had started to occupy your mind, Tzekel-Kan.

“Do you mind if I join you?”

“Go ahead. “

He sat beside you and joined in dipping his feet in the pond. “I’ve come to apologize for upsetting you. It was never my intention.”

“Ok.”

He wasn’t expecting that. Maybe if he turned up the charm. “ I would never wish to offend a beauty such as yourself. “

You have him a sharp look. “And I wish to never see a living being slaughtered in front of me again. ”

His brow furrowed. “Do the gods not wish to receive worthy sacrifices?”

You wanted so badly to drop the act, but knowing what the result could be, you held your tongue. “It is not what I wish. From the reaction, it seemed like most were also against it. “

He scramble for words. “But this is the way it’s always been. How could the gods not want that? “

Bringing your feet out, you stood and turned from him. “Perhaps it time to live in the future, instead of suffering in the past.” With that you left him speechless, once again.

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The next day was much livelier. Miguel had convinced everyone that being out and about wasn’t against the gods will. So being approached was a constant. It was nice to see so many happy faces though.

It was especially nice to see Altivo getting pampered. The horse had much the same life you had, when it came to the tyrant lording over you both.

In all it was a pleasent, if not busy, day. Settling into your sleeping quarters that evening, you didn't expect someone to call out to you. Heading for the door, you were confused by who was waiting for you. A man in a familiar spotted pelt was standing in the doorway.

“Um, Tzekel-Kan would like to request your company this evening. Goddess.” He ended with a nervous bow.

Crossing your arms you considered the offer. “Is there any reason he chose night? “

This seemed to fluster the man even more. “He had many duties today and only became free this evening. Goddess.”

Knowing that it may be to much effort to refuse you agreed. But on the stipulation he would take you now. Being made an early riser, you preferred to bed down earlier than most.

He nodded and quickly lead you to the priest.

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Tzekel-Kan had been preparing for you all afternoon. Acolyte had done the cleaning, while he put everything in the perfect place. The temple had never looked better. Though he had personally cleaned his quarters, should anything lead there.

Now he paced and anxiously awaited your arrival. He had given what you said a lot of thought. He spent the rest of the previous day frustrated. This was how the Gods were taught to them. He had always dreamt of living to appease the Gods. But he had displeased the loveliest of them. Waking the next morning, he had an idea. Maybe if he showed you what was taught, then you would understand. And if the text was incorrect, then you could guide them back on the path of righteousness.

He grinned at that thought. That could mean countless nights of pouring over many tomes. Who knows just how long it could take.

Hearing steps aproaching, he stopped pacing. Leaning against a near by wall, he tried to seem aloof. As you strode in, he couldn't help but take your stunning form. He may not like Chel, but he knew she had gotten you to show off your voluptuous figure. The way the flowing garments hug your body made him envious of them. Your wide birthing hips were particularly tantalizing on display. He could drink up the sight of you for all of eternity. He would worship you passionately to his last breath. If only he could convince you of the truth behind his thoughts.

Tonight would be the first step to that.

“Good evening My Goddess. I am so glad you accepted my invitation.” He swept his hand over to a plush seating area in the corner. “If you’d be so so kind to join me, there is something I wish to show you. “

And so you did join him. He showed you all he had to offer in way of writings about the gods. Page upon page of stories. It was all so intriguing. There were so many legends. Many centuries of catalogs. You absorbed all of it.

He was elated at your amazement of the information his people had of the Gods. It was truly an honor to share this with you. The way your eyes shown with each new story was addictive. He could imagine regaling you with tales for his life. Even the thought of telling children, your children, if he could ever be so lucky.

Though the tone ssuddenly shifted as he brought out the book of the Jaguar. “It is actually the year of the Jaguar, My Goddess.” His skillful fingers flipped through the pages. Landing on a particular etched picture of an imposing anything armored figure.

A shudder traveled down your spine. “I don’t want to read this one.”

“Nonsense, this text is of the most importance right now. “

You placed a hand on his arm. This caused him to look at you. He was surprised at the vulnerable expression It held. He shut the book and took your hand in his own. You looked away for a moment, then faced him with a new resolve.

“It reminds me of my father. I despise him. He is nothing but a plague on this world. Something that erodes all good and leaves only a path of destruction in his wake. I would rather die than go back in his care.” Your eyes held a far off glassy look to them. Reliving all of the past torment you had gone through.

Tzekel-Kan acted without thought and brought you into an embrace. He stayed silent and gave you a physical answer. Words would have been useless anyway.

And that was where you spent your night. Embraced in each other's arms.

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As you walk to your home the next morning, you couldn't wipe the smile from your face. Maybe all the heartache you had been through was worth it. If you were to spend it in a place like this, with people this wonderful.

But that feeling fell away as the boys met you at the entrace.

“Where do you think you've been young lady? “ Tulio's tone was much to authoritarian for your taste.

“I just stay somewhere else last night.” You tried to not let any annoyance slip through.

“Oh so you weren't with a certain priest, that follows you around like a puppy. “ Miguel add his two cents, though with a bit less accusation in his voice.

“What if I was? It’s not like it interferes with your plan of robbing these people.” You looked between the duo, a glare set on your face.

Tulio pointed an indignant finger at you. “ Hey! You’ve gone along with this plan. Don’t pretend like you aren’t a part of it. “

Taking the few steps that separated you, your chest met as you hissed in his face. “The only plan i’ve been apart of is not getting us killed. You two on the other hand want to take advantage of the only people who have given us a fair chance at a good life. I didn’t get us all away from Cortez just to become like him.” You were breathless by the end of your speech. Turning away to cool down and not say anything you may really regret.

Miguel however had to pry. “ What does Cortez have to do with this?”

With a expression of disheartened fury you said. “Cortez is my father.”

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You couldn't stand to stay another moment. Walking as quickly as you could, without seeming suspicious, you left. Heading to the secluded pond you spent time with Tzekel-Kan, you didn't notice a figure follow.

Sitting at the edge of the pool, you angrily wiped your eyes. Frustrated tears gathered and you rubbed them away before they could fall.

“Pardon Goddess.” A kind, compassionate voice called out.

Startled, you turned and saw the Chief. He was waving a hand and gestured next to you. You shrugged and curled in on yourself. Sitting beside you he gave you a few moments to compose yourself.

Hearing your breathing calm he said. “You know, Tzekel-Kan and I haven't always seen eye to eye. But the last few days, i’ve never seen him smile so much.”

This comment caused you to perk up. “ Really? “

With a knowing smile he nodded. “Yes. He always seemed to be angry. Like the world was against him and he needed to make it pay. You though, you bring out the good in him. I honestly haven't seen him this happy since we were children. “

“He makes me happy too. I’ve never felt so wanted and protected.” You almost teared up at how true that really was. “Tulio and Miguel aren’t happy about it. We haven't known each other for very long, but we’ve been through a lot together. If it wasn’t for them I would still be a slave to my father. “ You gave a hard sniffle and sunk further into yourself.

He laid a reassuring hand on your back. “If they truly care for you, then your happiness is included. No matter the decision, you are welcome to stay or go. All people are welcome to our city.”

“You’re to good to us.”

“Compassion should never turn it’s back on those in need. No matter their past.” He patted your back and stood.

Your eyes widen as you realized what could be hiding behind his kind words.

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The next morning was full of tension. Tulio was heading out with Chel and a boat full of gold. While Miguel, Altivo, and yourself were staying behind. It hurt to see how broken apart your group had become, but it seemed to be what everyone had settled on. Even with Miguel staying, you still said little to each other.

You hugged Chel as she went to board the ship and glanced at Tulio. There was so much left unsaid, but never the right time to say it. Sending a sad nod his way you turned to go to Tzekel-Kan. He placed an arm around your waist. He may not have liked the two others you came with. However they were the reason he had met you. So he could let them slide just a bit.

Watching the split between the boys tugged at your heart. Until you noticed the smoke in the distance. Eyes wide you rushed to their side. “He’s coming!”

Rolling his eyes at your dramatics Tulio said. “ No, i’m leaving. “

“Not you. Cortez. He must have tracked us in some way. But how could he… “ The map flashed in your mind. “I knew that map looked familiar. Did you win it from one of his crewman?”

MigueI's eyes darted as he thought, then widened in shock. “Yes.”

Grabbing both of their arms you looked at both of them with pleasing eyes. “ We have to save them. “

The duo stared at each other, then nodded. They went to the boat, but stopped you when you went to follow. “If this doesn't work, then you need to help them. You should know Cortez better than anyone.” You had never seen such a serious expression on Miguel's face.

Nodding you went over to Tzekel-Kan and drug him to the Chief. “My father is coming. The boys are coming up with a plan, but they’re going to need all the support they can get.”

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The last minute plan wasn't perfect, but it would have to work. Tulio and Chel would guide the boat into the cave pillars. While everyone else would knock over nearby structures. The force between the water and boat should seal the entrance.

The Chief and Miguel set to gathering peop!e and materials. Tzekel-Kan pulled you towards the temple to prepare a powerful weapon. He put the ingredients in and was surprised when the incantation didn't work. Anxiety squeezed at your chest. In desperation, you sliced you palm and held it over the vat. He looked at you in astonishment and a flash of understanding was in his gaze.

A large statue at the far side of the room leaped from the wall. You were startled, until you realized that Tzekel-Kan's movements matched the stone beast.

Sprinting back to the entrance, of the city. They had already began their plan. But the sails weren’t coming down. In a panic, Miguel road Altivo and released it. Leaving behind any chance of staying in El Dorado.

You wanted to cheer as the sail caught the wind, but you noticed the left tower wasn’t falling forward. You desperately tugged Tzekel-Kan over to the stable tower. “Push!”

He quickly realized the problem and helped you shove at it. With the assistance of the stone Jaguar, you managed to level the pillar.

With a great cheer echoing through the city, you turned to him. Heart racing you brought his face to yours in a jovial kiss. He promptly reciprocate, hand tangling around you and holding you flush to him.

A second cheer rang out and you realized that all of the city had witnessed your intimate moment. Embarrassment colored your cheeks, Tzekel-Kan raised a hand and whooped out an enthusiastic yell.

Looking over the crowd, your eyes caught the Chief’s. He gave you an amused nod and smiled. You returned the smile and kissed Tzekel-Kan again. Breaking apart you let out your own exclamation. Then interlocked your hand with his, raising it.

You hoped that the friends, who had just risked themselves for this city, were ok. Still you can’t help but feel like everything was going to work itself out for the better.

[minijenn]

Jen Tortures Herself With Every Dreamworks Animated Movie Ever: Road to El Dorado

So to begin with, let me just say I fucking miss Dreamworks 2d animation. Like the way they animated and designed characters in 2d was just... wonderful and I long for them to return to it almost more than I long for Disney to go back to 2d animation. As for Road to El Dorado, its a major case for why they should. This movie is a fun, fantastic romp that is utterly enjoyable all the way through.

Staying on animation for a sec, the colors in this movie are insanely vibrant and the set designs, especially in El Dorado itself, are outstandingly gorgeous. The character designs are top notch (bless Chel oh my god fuck whoever designed her was so horny and I'm so thankful for them) and the animation is as smooth as butter. The facial expressions, much like in Prince of Egypt are so damn well done and convey exactly how the characters are feeling so perfectly.

As for the characters, the cast is great! Miguel and Tulio are a perfect dynamic duo of scheming conmen, though the difference between them are clear. Tulio is more along the lines of being selfish and greedy (and horny, incredibly horny, this whole movie is horny), but he's still so damn likable anyway. Miguel is the idealistic optimist who just wants adventure and excitement. And the way they play off each other is so fast and smooth and expertly written and acted, their bromance truly is one to behold.

Of course, that bromance is broken a bit when Chel comes into the picture. God DAMN this woman is just... (*whistles*) 2D Dreamworks women were just Built Different holy god she is beautiful. And hilarious imo she's a good source of comedy (and conflict) throughout.

The other characters are... ok. I like the chief, but the priest is just an... ok bloodthirsty unhinged villain, but nothing really special. Cortes is a nothing character, barely an antagonist force whatsoever, and outside of them... well there's not much focus anywhere else. Which is a good thing! The movie's plot is tightly focused, simple to understand and follow, and the characters motivations and development is very clear throughout.

As for said plot, I suppose there are a few problematic things about Two White Men showing up and claiming to be gods in a Native ancient civilization, but it never feels like they're exploiting the people of El Dorado for anything more than gold? Like they even stop the priest's attempts to sacrifice people in their name, so I guess that counts for something??? Really though, the main focus of the film is that dynamic between Miguel and Tulio and how two things come between them (for Miguel, its falling in love with the people and culture of El Dorado and for Tulio, its falling in love with, well, Chel). In the end though, they do come back together in a natural and believable way in the midst of a genuinely exciting climax.

The humor is also very sharp in this movie, leaning more on the adult side (like I said, this whole movie is so horny) but never in the gross or annoying way that Antz did before it. It relies more on physical comedy and witty banter, and both of them are carried strongly through the voice acting and the animation. It's no wonder why this movie produced so many famous memes imo

The music is Fantastic. It takes the Tarzan approach where most of the songs are non-diagetic (and mostly performed by Elton John), with the standout exception of Its Tough to be a God which just... completely fucking slaps. Seriously I was boppin along to it the entire time, it goes so hard ya'll.

Overall, Road to El Dorado is a simple movie with a simple plot and premise, but its carried by a really memorable main trio and a great soundtrack and top shelf animation. Give it a watch if ya haven't, its def worth it.

Overall Rating: 8/10

Verdict: Getting caught doing the Nitty Gritty with Chel

Previous Review (Prince of Egypt)

Next Review (Chicken Run)

[holybiblie]

Tu no eres mi esposa...

One piece one shots! Monster trio! (Luffy, Zoro, Sanji)

Pequeño recordatorio del AU. Este AU está basado en un capítulo de jojo's! Básicamente fuiste con una mujer que tenía un stand que cambiaba las apariencias. Tu eras una criminal buscada así que no tuviste más remedio que cambiar tu identidad. Asesinaste a una mujer al hazar y le llevaste el cuerpo a la mujer que podía cambiar tu apariencia y le dijiste que cambiará tu cara a la del cuerpo. Ella lo hizo y te dio un pequeño resumen de la vida de la mujer que te tocaba remplazar. Llegaste a la que sería tu nueva casa y te diste cuentas que estabas casada. Soltaste un suspiro y entraste saludando a tu nuevo esposo. Ahora si empiezan los one shots.

(recuerden que los personajes tenian un matrimonio infeliz con su mujer hasta que tú empezaste a hacerte pasar por ella.)

Monkey D. Luffy

Soltaste un suspiro y entraste a tu nueva casa, donde empezaría tu nueva vida. Al entrar viste a un chico pelinegro, llevaba un sombrero de paja y tenía una cicatriz en su mejilla izquierda. Notaste que no se veía muy feliz, lo escaneaste rápidamente con tu mirada y te diste cuenta que tenía un anillo de compromiso que hacía juego con el tuyo. "Mrd. Es el." Dijiste y tragaste saliva, parece que la relación entre su mujer y el no era muy buena. "Para variar." Pensaste al darte cuenta que sería más difícil intentar cometer crímenes teniendo a un esposo que no tiene comunicación contigo. Tomaste aire y saludaste al chico pelinegro. Este con suerte te miro y solo salió un "hola.." de su boca. "Okey... Sabía que estaban mal pero no tan mal." Pensaste para ti misma. Pensaste en alguna manera para poder compartir aún que sea un poco con el. Miraste a la cocina y viste como no había platos sucios. Parece que aún no almorzaba. "Perfecto." Pensaste. "Luffy, mi amor.." Dijiste suavemente. Luffy se giró hacia a ti con un poco de sorpresa en su cara por el apodo.. 'mi amor'. "No has almorzado dulzura?" Dijiste suavemente y te hacercate al pelinegro. Este te miro con un poco de confusión al notar tu actitud cariñosa. "No.. iba a pedir comida rápida..." Dijo el pelinegro mientras te miraba. Tu sonreiste y caminaste atras de el. Tus manos se deslizaron suavemente por sus hombros y los masajeaste. Luffy se relajo un poco y soltó un suspiro de placer. Aún tenía confusión en su mente. "Quieres que te prepare algo mi amor? Tu comida favorita quizás, lindo?" Viste como sus ojos se iluminaron al escuchar esas palabras. El pelinegro asintió emocionadamente. Tu soltaste una risita. "Entonces ve a sentarte en la mesa y deja que yo prepare la comida, si?" El pelinegro asintió denuevo. "Puedes hacerme carne?" Dijo el pelinegro con una sonrisa. Tu asentiste y te dirigiste a la cocina. Luffy aún estaba confundido de por qué estabas cariñosa con el de repente. Pero no iba a desperdiciar la oportunidad. Le preparaste un rica comida y Luffy no demoró menos de 2 minutos en comerse todo. Tu solo te reiste. "Mi amor, iré a darme una ducha y podemos pasar el resto del día juntos, te parece bien?" Dijiste suavemente y Luffy asintió. Tomaste los platos sucios y los dejaste en el lavaplatos. Estabas lista para dejar la sala cuando escuchaste como Luffy te llamaba. Te giraste para verlo y este te dio un besito rápido en los labios. "Gracias por la comida, linda." Luffy dijo con una sonrisa. Tu solo le diste una sonrisa y acariciaste su mejilla antes de dejar la habitación. Luffy estaba confundido y feliz de tu cambio repentino de actitud. "Parece que porfin se volvió a enamorar de mi." Dijo Luffy con una sonrisa para si mismo.

Vinsmoke Sanji

Soltaste un suspiro y entraste a la casa de la mujer que estabas remplazando. Al entrar viste a un rubio con un cigarro en la boca, y que tenía una ceja bastante característica. "Bienvenida.." Dijo el rubio intentando sonar cortes. (AYUDA NO PUEDO IMAGINAR A SANJI SIENDO FRIO CON UNA MUJER.) Tu lo saludaste y viste que estaba preparando comida. Parece que el cocinaba. Miraste sus manos y viste que llevaba el anillo de compromiso que hacía juego con el tuyo. Luego lo miraste de arriba a abajo. Tus ojos recorrieron la casa y notaste una foto de bodas en la pared, obviamente donde estaban 'tu' y el. Luego tú mirada volvio al rubio y a la comida que estaba haciendo. "Necesitas ayuda en algo?" Preguntaste suavemente. El rubio detuvo sus movimientos y abrió los ojos un poco en sorpresa. "Si... Podrías cortar rodajas de tomate..?" Te dijo el rubio. Confudido de que lo quisieras ayudar. Agarraste un cuchillo y los tomates. "Ten cuidado no te vayas a cortar-" Intento advertirte Sanji, pero se quedó callado al ver cómo cortabas los tomates con habilidad. Sanji estaba aún más confudido. El recordaba que su esposa no era buena en la cocina, por qué de repente sabía cortar rodajas perfectas de tomates? Le entregaste el vol con las rodajas de tomates a Sanji. "Nada mal..." Dijo el rubio mientras veía los tomates. "Necesitas ayuda en algo más?" Preguntaste mientras lo veías a los ojos. Sanji negó con la cabeza, perdido en tus ojos. "No... La comida ya está casi lista..." Dijo el rubio. Asentiste. "Me iré a dar una ducha." Dijiste y te dirigiste al baño. Cuando te fuiste Sanji estaba perdido en sus pensamientos. Por qué intentabas pasar tiempo con el? Hace mucho no cocinaban juntos. Pasaron unos minutos y saliste del baño. Una toalla era lo único que cubría tu cuerpo desnudo. Cuando saliste justo te cruzaste con el rubio. Este al verte solo en una toalla se sonrojo y de su nariz empezó a salir sangre. Al notar como el rubio evitaba mirarte y te pedís disuclpas mientras su mano estaba en su nariz para tratar de evitar el sangrado, sonreiste suavemente. Luego caminaste hacia el rubio. Pásate tu mano por su pecho, el rubio abrió los ojos en sorpresa. Pegaste tu cuerpo contra el de el. Sanji empezó a tartamudear y tú pusiste tus brazos alrededor de su cuello. Le diste un beso apasionado en los labios, hace años que Sanji no besaba a 'su' mujer o tenía este tipo de acercamientos con ella. Sanji se quedó inmóvil por un momento pero cedió a tu beso. Puso sus manos en tu cintura y se dieron un beso largo y lleno de sentimiento. O algo así. Pudiste sentir la sangre del rubio en tu boca y no pudiste evitar saborear su sabor peculiar. Procediste a lamer la sangre que salía de la nariz del rubio. La cara de este estaba roja a más no poder y la sangre cada ves salía más abundante. Cuando terminaste de limpiar la sangre te separaste del rubio y le sonreiste. Hubo silencio por unos segundos entre los dos hasta que el rubio soltó una gran sonrisa y sus ojos se tornaron en corazones. "Aahh! T/n-chaann!!! Sabía que aún me amabas!! Yo lo sabía!" Te dijo el rubio mientras se arrodillaba y te halagaba como si de una diosa se tratara. Tu lo miraste desconcertada pero sonreiste suavemente. Luego te agachaste suavemente para besarlo denuevo, Sanji no demoró en responder y te beso devuelta. El estaba en sus rodillas mientras besaba tus manos con admiración y amor. Tu soltaste un suspiro y tu siguiente movimiento fue hacer que tu toalla callera y dejará al descubierto tu cuerpo desnudo. Sanji al ver tu cuerpo desnudo se desmayó. sus ojos con dos corazones grandes y su nariz sangrando nuevamente. Tu soltaste un suspiro desconcertado y decidiste mejor dejarlo para otra ocasión.

Roronoa Zoro

Entraste a tu nueva casa, donde tendría que seguir tu vida como la mujer que asesinaste. Al entrar no notaste a nadie. Entonces decidiste recorrer un poco la casa. Mientras pasabas por el living notaste que había un patio trasero y que ahí había un hombre de cabello verde. Lo escaneaste rápidamente. Este hombre estaba entrenando, viste como hacía lagartijas. Mientras lo mirabas pudiste ver el anillo de compromiso que hacía juego con el tuyo en su mano. "nada mal." Murmuraste y decidiste ir a saludar a tu esposo. Cuando llegaste al lado de el no esperaste que el hablara primero. "Hasta que decidiste venir." Dijo el peliverde. Tu te sorpendiste un poco, ya sabía que estabas ahí? Wow. "Como estás, cariño?" Dijiste suavemente. Zoro se quedó inmóvil al esuchar el apodo. "Cariño?" Te miro el peliverde confundido. "Si, cariño." Notaste como rodo los ojos y empezaba a hacer lagartijas denuevo. "Desde cuándo me dices cariño?" Dijo el peliverde. "Desde ahora." Dijiste con una sonrisa. "Me gustaba más cuando me decías cabeza de arbusto." Dijo el peliverde con sarcasmo. Tu te reiste. "Pues puedo decirte cabeza de arbusto si quieres." Dijiste mientras te sentaban al lado de el. Zoro miro a otro lado y hablo. "No.. está bien.. puedes decirme cariño." Te reías suavemente ante su repuesta. "Necesitas ayuda entrenando?" Dijiste suavemente mientras lo mirabas arriba y abajo. Zoro paro de hacer lagartijas y se sentó en sus rodillas mientras te miraba. "Por qué quieres estar cerca mío de un momento a otro? Que quieres." Te pregunto el peliverde con una cara sería. "Creo que ya es momento de que dejemos de ser tan distantes, estamos casados amor mío." Dijiste en un tono jugueton. Zoro se quedó pensado por un momento y asintió. "Puedes ayudarme a hacer abdominales..." Dijo el peliverde. Tu asentiste. Los dos se colocaron en posición y tu te apoyaste en sus rodillas para hacer contra peso. Zoro empezó a hacer abdominales, notaste como estaba un poco sonrojado. Cada ves que subía tu cara y la de el quedaban muy cerca. Tu contabas mientras no sacabas tu mirada de el. "Tsk... Podría dejar de mirarme tanto..." Te dijo el peliverde en un tono molesto. Tu solo reiste y miraste al hombre debajo tuyo a los ojos. "Como quieres que cuente cuántos abdominales llevas?" Dijiste con una sonrisa. Zoro suspiro. Seguiste contando hasta que en un momento Zoro cuando subió se detuvo y apoyo sus manos en el piso mirandote a los ojos. Tu lo miraste confundida y antes de que pudieras decir algo Zoro te beso apasionadamente en los labios. Tu te quedaste congelada un momento sin saber que hacer. Pero mejor le devolviste el beso. En un momento a otro quédate acorralada en el piso. Zoro encima tuyo mientras te besaba con desesperación. Sentiste como sus manos se dirigieron a tu camisa e intentaron desabrocharla. Tu agarraste sus manos y lo detuviste. Zoro te miro confudido. "Estas todo sudado." Dijiste con una sonrisa, luego lo besaste denuevo. Zoro gruñio y se quitó de encima tuyo. Tu te levantaste y acariciaste su mejilla. "Te espero en la ducha." Dijiste y te levantaste del piso, caminaste hacia adentro de la casa y te dirigiste al baño. Zoro te miraba mientras caminabas. Luego dio una sonrisa suave al ver tu cambio de actitud. "Creo que me puedo volver a acostumbrar..." Dijo el peliverde y se levantaba para seguirte hacia el baño.

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Vas a valer hueso cuando se enteren que mataste a sus esposas JDKSKSKS bueno en fin, dejen pedidos o no se🗿

[tarantulas4davey]

The trio - soldier poet king - thank you

-el

@roideny <3

WAHAHAHAHAH THIS IS SO GOOD ELLIOT

for those unaware “the trio” in question is albert, race, and finch. all we do is talk about about them so they are The Trio (TM)

ok ok ok. so

the soldier

my boy albert dasilva !! he’s sorta. punch first, ask questions later. he’s no good with words, but all his feelings come out as actions. he would tear the world apart for those he loves, and then he alone would bear the weight of holding it together for them as well. he’s just. he’s the guy that takes the hits so someone he thinks is smarter or better than him can keep going forward, even if he’s not beside them.

the poet

racetrack mf higgins. he is not the optimist, but he is the only one that wishes he could be. he has seen so many of the horrors of the world, felt so much darkness and waded through so much pain, and yet all he projects is light. he wears his heart on his sleeve and finds the words for those too-bit feelings everyone else is afraid of and he is so unabashedly himself. he cannot paint, nor draw, so he uses a thousand words to tell his stories instead.

the king

finch cortes, it’s your time to shine. he is righteous, and rigid, and often forgets that not every emotion can be felt through he clinical lens of logic. he has always been the man with a plan, the careful eye that sees everything other people miss. he loves his version of routine, his version of ordinary, regardless of how wild and unpredictable it may seem to others. he is steady where others stagger, and he often suffers in silence for the sake of those he loves.

elliot i fucking adore u thank u sm

[painted-bees]

Smutty sketch and character ramblings under the cut.

Someone on our discord server asked for some more stuff regarding Rafael's sexuality..! And I'm scraping for literally any excuse to elaborate on these characters so here we go!:

Raf's relationship with sex and sexuality is one he considers weird and embarrassing to discuss honestly. He kinda doesn't have sex for himself, cuz if he had it his way it would hardly…qualify as sex, he thinks. He doesn't want to imagine himself, or think of himself in the situation. He doesn't want to be aware of himself while he does it. But you kinda gotta be present when you're having sex with someone, don't you? You can't just go quiet, hope that they're quiet too, and comfortably get on with it that way, can you? Otherwise, what's the point in even involving the other person at all?

And, in his experience…they get very upset to know that you don't mentally wanna be there bangin' them, and that you'd get off faster if they could just let you imagine other scenarios lmfao

So, typically, he'll lend himself to the other person for their sake and give them the kinda experience they want…but he could really live without it, himself. Magritte's probably the first person who seems to have gathered an understanding about this. She's been a comfortably queer and out person for most of her life. She pitched to him the notion that he might (probably, definitely) fall somewhere on the spectrum of asexuality. He admits he ticks most of the boxes, but still doesn't feel comfortable thinking of or discussing himself as being ace. I think he already feels quite alienated from other people for a myriad of reasons, and he doesn't really want to…identify as any of it.

It's fine, that's his quandary to navigate as he sees fit. He doesn't need to identify as anything for Magritte to accommodate what, to her, are clear and obvious preferences. Not so much as an audible gasp, and gentle fingers in his hair.

[booklovershouse]

Oiiii, booklovers!

Pra quem não sabe, a amizade moderna é composta por uma amiga que recomenda um livro e outra que não lê kkkkkk melhor que é dos dois lados: elas me recomendam e eu não leio, eu recomendo e elas não lêem 🙃

Mas enfim, no post de hj, venho com as recomendações e justificativas de não ter lido 🫶🏻

💜| Assassinato no Expresso do Oriente

Bem, depois do Sherlock, eu tentei ler Agatha Christie - afinal, eu já tinha lido o Arthur Conan Doyle antes e não tinha gostado, depois li de novo e amei, né? - maaaaas, acabei pegando O Misterioso Sr. Quin pra começar.

E aparentemente nem os fãs da Agatha gostam desse livro, então ainda pretendo dar uma nova chance algum dia :)

💜| Os Bridgertons

Na verdade, eu também cheguei a ler um livro da Julia Quinn, embora não tenha sido nenhum dessa saga (Uma Dama Fora dos Padrões, dos Rokesbys) e gostei muito da escrita dela, porém ela tem fama de escrever coisas +18, oq não faz meu estilo - sim, eu prefiro os +12/+14, nessa faixa.

Talvez eu leia mais alguma coisinha dos Rokesbys, mas é bem improvável.

Essa amiga tbm me recomendou outras coisas - mais do que eu consigo lembrar, provavelmente -, mas decidi trazer esses dois pq são muito a cara dela :)

🩵| O Príncipe Cruel

Não li por motivos de: hype. - tenho preconceito com hypados? Talvez.

Para ser sincera, fantasia não é minha praia, definitivamente. E depois ainda descobri, via Insta, que o "príncipe cruel" é realmente cruel. De qualquer forma, já escutei tanta coisa sobre Cardan e Jude que devo ser capaz de contar um pedaço da história e nem tô sabendo.

🩵| Corte de Espinhos e Rosas

Novamente, o hype e a fantasia me impediram. Não tenho muita certeza pq nunca mais ouvi falar, mas suponho que esse seja a saga da Feyre, Tamlin, Nestha, Rhysand e sla mais quem. Enfim, os féricos ou algo do tipo.

Até agora não sei oq exatamente são féricos ou oq fazem e pq raios o povo gosta tanto deles, mas acho que posso seguir minha vida sem essa informação.

🧡| Novembro 9

Essa amiga tbm me recomendou outros livros mas enfim, apesar dos gostos literários bem diferentes, a gnt se dá bem 🫶🏻

Gnt, é a Collen Hoover, não estou interessada em sofrer, obrigada.

🧡| O Verão que Mudou Minha Vida

Me interessei, tentei ler, mas não foi pra frente. E, convenhamos, eu odeio triângulo amoroso 🤡👍🏻

Tbm comecei a série, mas n gostei, aí desisti de vez.

❤️| Pinóquio no País dos Paradoxos

Esse aqui tem dois motivos básicos:

1 - Não gosto do Pinóquio

2 - De livro de matemática, já basta o da escola 🥲

❤️| Percy Jackson

Gnt, isso aqui é ENORME, quantos livros essa saga tem???? O Percy e a Annabeth devem terminar esse negócio casados e com três filhos, só pode 🤡

Enfim, gostos extremamente diferentes - a gnt tem uns 10 livros em comum no Skoob -, mas dizem que os opostos se atraem kkkkkk

💚| Harry Potter

Mesmíssima coisa de Percy Jackson - na real, isso não é meio parecido? Um trio de jovens fazendo magia pra resolver treta?

Mas enfim, Percy Jackson eu até assisti o filme - embora o povo diga q é uma péssima adaptação -, mas de Harry Potter não assisti nadinha (e nem quero).

💚| Rainha Vermelha

O melhor é que daqui só sei o nome do Maven msm

Há uma possibilidade de que eu leia algum dia, mas não é minha prioridade no momento.

Enfim, é isso :)

💙| Já te recomendaram algum livro (e vc leu)?

Bjs e boas leituras <333

[santiagodeleons]

Full Name: Santiago De Leon.

Nicknames: Santi, Tiago.

Pronouns and Gender: He/Him, cis man.

Birthday: February 23rd, 1983.

Birth place: Aurora Bay.

How long have they been in town?: On and off for most of his life, with some breaks to travel.

Sexuality: Bisexual.

Housing: Fisher's Cove.

Occupation: Owner of Four Leaf Irish Pub.

Family: Maura Cortes (Niece).

infidelity, cancer tw // @aurorabayaesthetic

BIO.

born in aurora bay to two parents who relocated from mexico after the birth of his older sister.

grew up very close to his family, especially his paternal grandmother despite her living in another country.

spent as many summers as he could back in mexico (usually every other), always said that he would move back there as an adult but that plan never came to fruition.

developed a love for cooking from those long days in the kitchen observing his abuela cooking, and eventually settled on wanting to do something culinary when he finished high school.

managed two semesters of culinary school before deciding that wasn't for him.

worked as a line cook in different establishments throughout town and in various states when he tried his hand at seeking out a life elsewhere.

as always, whenever he left he found himself drawn right back, usually out of some sort of family obligation.

and because he found it a little lonely to be so disconnected from his past, though he's not as quick to admit that.

at twenty-seven he was burnt out with his own lifestyle and decided to re-evaluate his life.

after quitting his cooking job, he decided to take up working the bar at the four leaf pub as a temporary measure while he figured out his next direction.

ended up under the wing of the owner, murphy o'connor. he had always had some awareness of the man but it wasn't until he worked for him did he get to truly know him and he fast became a mentor of sorts for santiago.

during a backroom game of poker after closing with some of murphy's friends, santiago technically won the pub in a well played hand, resulting in a running joke that it was his establishment in the months that followed.

the domino effect of a running gag was evident when murphy summoned him to his office and announced his plans to close up shop and move on after his wife philomena was diagnosed with cancer.

while santiago couldn't argue with the shift in the man's priorities, he hated the idea of the place under new management.

that soon passed when murphy suggested that they put their heads together and figure out a way for santiago to become it's next owner because he knew he would preserve the essence of what made it a great spot to drink.

has been running the pub for six years now and loves every second of it.

FUN FACTS.

speaks fluent spanish.

excellent poker player, card shark through and through.

does an incredibly bad irish accent that he fully commits to when the chance arises.

can play the bodhrán and has been known to whip that skill out during trad nights at the four leaf.

gymrat through and through, keeps his mind clear.

was married from age 33-37. it came to a car crash end after his infidelity came to light.

has a soft spot for strays -- animals and people -- because he's spent most of his life in a semi-lost daze.

can't throw a frisbee well. very sensitive about that.

has been known to give a free guinness to anyone who can split the e (not the drug).

CURRENT CONNECTIONS.

ex-husband of @bradley-banner (no longer in game but still canon)

trio of idiots with @benj-hyun + @castellcnos

depends-on-the-day employer of @jordanmitchell

family friend of @edietello / her father was one of his closest friends before his passing

uncle of @maura-cortes (no longer in game but still canon)

oasis regular @joey-madani cheated on @scottyxkulkari with (rip!)

ex-boyfriend of @cricketcampbell's mother

close friend of @themeixhuang

employer of @roxdelrosario / @noralevin / @thevaleriaxortiz / @esmaxdemirci

former employer / friend of @fletcher-bailey

cousin of / pseudo big brother of @auggievillanueva / godfather of his daughter

goodnatured rival of / has a longstanding weekly poker game / goes way back with @marsmoran

friend of / lowkey shipper of @jaspermorgan + @thewildrosebriar

SPECIFIC WANTED CONNECTIONS.

his ex wife. messy, messy business. very open ended at the moment, would require heavy plotting.

regulars at four leaf pub, best bar in town (allegedly) 🍀

anyone he's taken under his wing in the same way murphy did for him.

GENERIC WANTED CONNECTIONS.

connections wise he’s pretty much an open book right now, but some baseline ideas that can be springboarded off are:

friendly.

a best friend / ride or dies / close friends / childhood friends / pseudo-siblings / friends / drunk friends / new friends / former roommates / folks he's let crash on his couch before / folks who are crashing on his couch presently.

romantic

flirtationship / friends with benefits / one time hook ups / tinder matches / unrequited crush (can be either way) / exes from high school / exes from his twenties / exes from his thirties / exes on good terms.

antagonistic.

enemies / former (best) friends / exes on bad terms / frenemies / rivals / negative influence / folks who took his wife's side in the divorce.

[painted-bees]

Oh..! Name one of the Cortes trio kiddos and one of these prompts lmaooo

I may not be able to get around to it until Monday, but I like these LOL

OC Outfit Doodle Asks

Send one of the following symbols and one of my OC’s names and I’ll doodle:

👀 OC in their typical underwear 💤 OC in their sleep attire 🔞 OC in something sexy 🏄 OC in what they would wear to the beach/pool 👔 OC in what they would wear to a formal event (such as a wedding) ☠ OC in what they would wear to a funeral 👖 OC in what they would wear to a casual event (such as a birthday party) 👑 OC dressed as royalty 🚪 OC in what they wear when lounging around at home 💕 OC in what they would wear on a first date ❌ OC in something they would absolutely never wear 🎃 OC in a costume they’d wear for Halloween 🎄 OC in an ugly Christmas sweater 🚓 OC in a prison uniform 🚲 OC in athletic gear  🐰 OC in a kigurumi of their favourite animal ❄ OC in what they’d wear on a very cold day 🔥 OC in what they’d wear on a very hot day 👕 OC in a T-shirt with something stupid printed on it (think Zazzle) 🎭 OC in another OC’s typical attire 📦 OC wearing something that isn’t clothes (such as a fig leaf, a barrel, etc.) 👻 OC in a really bad disguise 📷 OC in a stereotypical tourist getup 🙎 OC in something embarrassing 👗 OC in something from the 50’s 💀 OC in goth/emo/scene attire 💃 OC in some radical 90’s clothes 🌁 OC in a hoodie 🌋 OC in camping or adventuring gear ♠️ OC in their armor (or in some sort of fantasy armor if not applicable to their story) 🎨 OC in a cartoon character’s outfit  🏨 OC in a maid outfit 🏥 OC in a nurse uniform 🐑 OC in farmer wear 👍 OC in a crop top

[lark-wren]

For clarity, the hierarchy or priority on our projects currently is:

1) Buffering Woven (currently working on episode 50 of 60. Our goal is to have up to episode 55 complete before we return to regular scheduled publishing)

2) Outlining the episode/story beats for all 3 seasons of Wolves of Danu so that scripting can begin soon after our current work on Woven concludes.

3) Smoothing our brains on Cortes Trio tidbits and sketches in our free time. We have no current plans to make it an organized/properly outlined project for profit or any such thing. It exists solely for our own decompression haha!

Never hesitate to ask us questions about our workflow and scheduling and such. We don't mind discussing it! :D

[operaportugues]

Domitila (João Guilherme Ripper), versão de câmara - Madrid, 22/setembro/2024

Ópera brasileira cantada e legendada em português: vídeo1 ou vídeo2 ou vídeo3; legenda. Para fazer download do youtube, sugiro que use o software JDownloader 2.

Soprano Ana Quintans

Informações sobre esta produção

Programa com libreto em português/espanhol

Em 1 minuto

(Vídeo) Entrevista com a diretora de palco Nicola Beller Carbone, o diretor musical e pianista, Borja Mariño, e o compositor João Guilherme Ripper

Em 1999, o produtor André Heller propôs ao Centro Cultural Banco do Brasil uma série de quatro concertos para comemorar os 500 anos do Descobrimento. A ideia era dar forma musical a documentos da história brasileira - a Carta de Pero Vaz de Caminha, a correspondência de Pedro I com a Marquesa de Santos, a Carta-Testamento de Getúlio Vargas e o Manifesto Antropofágico dos modernistas.

Domitila é uma mini-ópera criada em 2000, composição e libreto de João Guilherme Ripper, por encomenda do Centro Cultural Banco do Brasil RJ. É baseada nas cartas que Dom Pedro I escreveu pra Marquesa de Santos. Retrata a conflituada relação amorosa entre o imperador e a cortesã com música que o compositor define como eminentemente tonal, com “um conteúdo mais agressivo ou de politonalismo” nas passagens mais densas: “Essas cartas são o local onde o amor aparece e desaparece, se faz e se torna inferno de uma hora para outra”, diz Ripper. “As cartas que ele mandou para ela puderam ser encontradas, mas as que ela enviou foram, possivelmente, destruídas”, conta Ripper.

É uma ópera lírica e dramática, cuja ação se passa no dia da partida da marquesa após o fim do romance. Esta pequena ópera reconstitui de forma econômica as etapas dessa história de amor, desde 1822, quando se iniciou o romance do imperador com Domitila de Castro Canto e Melo, até 1829, quando ele lhe deu a ordem de sair do Rio de Janeiro, pois a razão de Estado exigia que se casasse de novo com a princesa D.Amélia.

Para evocar musicalmente a época da ação, Ripper usa formas reminiscentes da fase imperial - modinha, lundu, ritmos dançantes, como um vivo interlúdio que é um tango com bem dosados temperos dissonantes stravinskianos -, não fazendo pastiches com elas, mas utilizando-as com liberdade, de modo a sugerir habilmente a cor local. É muito dinâmico o emprego do trio - piano, violoncelo, clarineta - que acompanha a soprano. Um dos momentos particularmente bem-sucedidos é a peça de clima noturno, ao piano, que marca a guinada do momento em que Domitila tem de aceitar que seu caso com Pedro - que outrora a chamava de “Titília” e assinava-se “o Demonão” ou “Fogo-foguinho” - está chegando ao fim.

Há também toda uma série de momentos em que a leitura das cartas recria, de forma viva, a sensualidade dos primeiros momentos (“Será possível que estimes alguém mais?”), as brincadeiras dos amantes (“Muitas cartas tuas tenho recebido que me têm escandalizado”), mas também os arrufos devidos às pressões da corte para que o caso se encerre (“Não foram poucos os conselhos”).

Sinopse: A ação passa-se no dia da despedida da Marquesa, com os últimos arranjos para a partida do Rio de Janeiro, ordenada por D. Pedro I, que, em breve, desposaria D.Amélia. Entre seus pertences Domitila encontra um maço de cartas que passa a ler, revivendo os momentos e sentimentos contraditórios que marcaram sua tumultuada relação com Imperador.

- Domitila - Ripper no Jô Soares 04/2011 - Livro “Titília e Demonão. Cartas Inéditas de D. Pedro I a Marquesa de Santos” - Livro “Domitila. A Verdadeira História da Marquesa de Santos” - Livro “A Marquesa de Santos: 1813 - 1829” - Livro “As maluquices do imperador”

Argumento

A obra é baseada na correspondência real entre o imperador Pedro I do Brasil e sua amante, Domitila de Castro Canto e Melo, marquesa de Santos, que ocorreu entre 1822 e 1829.

O enredo da ópera gira em torno do último dia da marquesa no Rio de Janeiro antes de retornar a São Paulo, marcando o fim de sua tumultuada relação com o imperador. Por meio das cartas que trocaram, Domitila revive os momentos mais significativos de seu romance proibido, dando vida a uma série de personagens através de um monólogo que, na verdade, se transforma em uma polifonia de vozes.

A soprano, que interpreta Domitila, também dá voz a Pedro, o amante e imperador, criando um diálogo interno que reflete a complexidade de suas emoções e a luta entre o dever e o amor.

Querida Titília Domitila entra em cena em um quarto preparado para a mudança. Entre as diversas cartas que ali se encontram, ela se detém em uma na qual Dom Pedro lhe agradece pelas duas mensagens anteriores, informa ter comunicado a seu pai que ela carrega em seu ventre um filho dele e expressa o desejo de reunir-se com ela o quanto antes, utilizando o apelido carinhoso "Querida Titília". Ao final da carta, ele assina como "O Demônio".

Minha filha e amiga A próxima carta revelará as dúvidas de Dom Pedro sobre o amor de Domitila. Com a declaração "sou um homem de vícios e virtudes, como os demais", o monarca tentará fazer prevalecer sua imagem como amante no imaginário de Domitila. Ao terminar essa carta, ele assinará como "Teu amigo, o Imperador".

Ah, meu amor, se vossa mercê me esquecesse! Domitila, ironicamente, continua lendo as lisonjas do imperador. Após isso, começa uma dança diante do espelho, onde se sente desejada e espera a chegada de seu amante.

Ah, meu amor do meu coração Em meio a uma sequência de promessas e galanteios, Domitila continua lendo e dançando, deleitando-se com o desejo que o imperador sente por ela. Desta vez, as linhas terminarão novamente com a assinatura de "O Demônio".

Minha filha, minha amiga, assinado: Fogo, Foguinho Domitila dá uma rápida olhada em várias cartas ao mesmo tempo, expressando as reações que estas lhe provocam. “Assinado: Fogo, Foguinho”; “Assinado: O Imperador”; “Titília, querida, amor”; e, finalmente, “Assinado: Pedro”. Todas essas assinaturas vão compondo os matizes da tela onde Domitila gradualmente expressa suas emoções.

Diga em quantas linhas Agora é Domitila quem fala diretamente, expressando como se sente sobre sua relação com Pedro I. Na seção central, "Líricos Trópicos", ela critica sarcasticamente o fato de o imperador ser um estrangeiro e reprova sua decisão de ceder à pressão das cortes para se casar com Amélia de Beauharnais.

Interlúdio Uma passagem musical violenta e contrastante evoca o clima onírico da cena seguinte.

Minha filha, muitas cartas tuas me escandalizaram Domitila lê as cartas de forma caótica, enquanto sentimentos como raiva predominam. Pedro tenta reafirmar seu amor eterno por ela.

Nocturno: Lundú Após o tumulto anterior, o piano assume o protagonismo com um solo introspectivo enquanto Domitila continua a ler cartas em silêncio.

Distância, saudade Uma modinha dará melodia a outra carta de Dom Pedro. Nela, começa-se a vislumbrar a despedida final, com alusões às razões políticas que tornam a relação entre ele e Domitila pouco conveniente. As primeiras palavras dela, "Mentiras, promessas nas quais nunca acreditei", confirmam-se pelas últimas palavras de Dom Pedro, que já demonstram sua decisão de separação: "Sempre me encontrarás em tua defesa e terei contigo uma amizade legítima e sincera, assinado: o Imperador".

Minha querida marquesa Domitila lê a vontade do imperador, segundo a qual ela deve se mudar para outra província do Império, condição indispensável para formalizar seu casamento com Amélia de Beauharnais. Tomada pela raiva, ela continua lendo em tom sarcástico as palavras solenes de Dom Pedro, que se tornam cada vez mais ameaçadoras, levando Domitila a gritar e a mergulhar em um estado de loucura, sentindo-se traída e humilhada.

No caso de a marquesa decidir voltar Esta última carta de Dom Pedro servirá para confirmar sua vontade de forma fria e definitiva, assegurando que Domitila não retornará e que ele se casará com uma princesa à altura de um imperador.

Senhor, partirei esta madrugada Na ária final, Domitila lerá a única carta preservada de sua correspondência com Dom Pedro. Nela, ela informa sua decisão de partir, conforme a vontade do imperador. Após todo o sofrimento, em tom solene e sincero, agradece humildemente por sua liberação, pedindo aos Céus que o imperador prospere.