#eleonora 'nora'

[duskianfae]

N o r a

[dismissivedestroyer]

"It's just like the legend says: children here are doomed to die."

Other attempt at a decent scan:

OKAY, I KNOW THIS ISN'T FANDOM RELATED (so it's most likely gonna flop but still) BUT PLEASE GIVE IT A LOOK. This is an illustration for a comic I've been working on, it's called "DeadLine"! It's about a freaky town and a poor girl that ends up stuck in an unfamiliar place.

I put WAY too much effort in this, and the scan isn't the best, but I still quite like it.

[myffithealienn]

epic losergang

working on the next part of cold n blinding

[queen-ofsunflowers]

Roundabout - Chapter 4 Preview

Caesar vs. Eleonora

As the days weathered on and the two of them were put through the wringer by Lisa Lisa and Lorenzo, Eleonora quickly learned something. Caesar Zeppeli was possibly the most insufferable person that she had ever met in her life. For one, despite having only started his Hamon training, Caesar had grown extremely arrogant. And there were grounds for it, which was what irked Eleonora the most. Lisa Lisa was right in calling the Zeppelis adequate Hamon Users. In a few short days, Caesar seemed to get the hang of the basics of Hamon and even adjusted to breathing with the mask when awake. Though Eleonora wouldn’t admit it out loud, she was slightly jealous. It had taken her longer to accomplish the same.

Not to mention, he had a habit of flirting with every single girl in Venice. At least, that’s what it felt like. Eleonora couldn’t even run errands on the mainland on her days off without him making someone swoon with a subtle wink or pretty words. How he even managed that in the breathing mask he was stuck in was what confused her the most. He never showed that side to the women who resided on the island, making it difficult to prove the point to Lisa Lisa. At least Suzie Q believed her. Though, Eleonora suspected that would have to do with the fact that she had gone to the mainland with him once or twice before, too.

The list could go on for a while. The short temper that she discovered Caesar had that lead to a bad habit of jumping to conclusions, ridiculing Eleonora’s Hamon ability whenever she made a mistake in her training and small antagonistic remarks, his height that he decided to lord over her the first time he saw her struggling to reach something on a high shelf. Eleonora herself wasn’t even that short. Caesar was just insufferably tall.

She wasn’t sure if this was just how Caesar was or if this was because of how they first met. Either way, everyone on Air Supplena could see it immediately. The tension between the two Hamon students was thick and wound tight to the point where it could very easily snap if pulled too far. That was something that Suzie Q was adamant about letting Eleonora know. She was a good friend, and didn’t want to see her getting into any trouble. So keeping calm was imperative at the moment, as difficult as it was becoming to be.

And that morning was extremely difficult. Caesar had been late to meeting with Eleonora that morning so they could begin their training that day. She bit down on the tip of her tongue when she saw him, stifling any comment that she had about his tardiness.

“I feel like shit,” Caesar said with a groan.

Eleonora hummed before replying, “You look like it.” Which wasn’t all that surprising to her. She had struggled with sleeping in that breathing mask in the beginning for quite a while, too. If Caesar had grown so used to the mask already that he was sleeping like an infant, Eleonora would honestly be amazed. He sent a glare her way for her comment.

“Girls like you shouldn’t be saying things like that.”

“Girls like me shouldn’t be doing a lot of things, and yet I’m still here.” Caesar raised a brow but made no further comment as he and Eleonora began their trek down to the courtyard to meet with their teacher. That was one thing Eleonora could be grateful for, she supposed. When he was sleep deprived, his tongue also seemed to be easier to tie.

The full chapter will be up on Ao3 on May 27th!

[perfettamentechic]

16 aprile … ricordiamo …

16 aprile … ricordiamo … #semprevivineiricordi #nomidaricordare #personaggiimportanti #perfettamentechic

2022: Gloria Sevilla, attrice filippina. Il primo marito fu l’attore Mat Ranillo Jr., vedova sposò l’attore e regista Amado Cortez. Era madre delle attrici Suzette Ranillo e Lilibeth Ranillo, dell’attore Mat Ranillo III e del cantante-compositore Dandin Ranillo. (n.1932) 2021: Felix Silla, Felix Anthony Silla, nato Felice Antonio Silla, attore, stuntman e circense italiano naturalizzato…

[mwrjorie]

starter fechado com @elecnora

emoji: ⛈️

a guarda acreditava que encontrar algumas respostas deixaria sua mente tão controlável quanto antes, mas o efeito que surtiu foi exatamente o contrário. apesar do clima não ter mudado com eleonora, suas questões se multiplicaram e seus pensamentos inadequados também. sentia cada vez mais dificuldade em disfarçá-los ou aprisioná-los no fundo de sua cabeça, precisando de mais trabalho para fugir disso. a sugestão de saírem do castelo veio da própria marjorie, uma visita na cidade. um tanto arriscado, mas já havia conversado com outros guardas para acompanharem-nas e aumentar a segurança. só esqueceu de conferir a previsão do tempo, o próprio céu dando a notícia de que seria impossível sair dali. "por deus..." murmurou ao parar na frente da janela, notando o céu cinza escuro, anunciando a chuva que cairia a qualquer momento. "nora... acredito que seja melhor cancelarmos nossos planos."

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

Did I hear a request for some fluff 👀? *ahem* Since you want some fluff; how about a small oneshot with the FueLara and their children with the prompt “Is this a dream? If so, I never want to wake up.” Please 🥰?

Hiya Lyra! I took my sweet time with this, but I was in the mood for some fluff so... I finally finished this ^^ Thank you for enabling me!! ❤️‍🔥

Characters: Eleonora, Leonidas, Cyraleona and Fuegoleon Vermillion, Solara Equinox Pairing: Fuegoleon x Solara Genre: Family fluff with the Fuelara kids Summary: The kids are playing in the garden of the Vermillion estate, Nora manages to pull the two older ones into a puddle and they are all in need of a bath to wash the mud away, the family then curls up in blankets next to a fire, and Papa Fue comes home from work to see his family bundled up Length: ~2.6k

A few clouds floated through the sky at the Vermillion estate as a few leaves, painted with the colours of autumn, floated down from the trees, danced through the air, and landed onto the rain softened ground. The tiled paths were lined with the brown grass that was getting ready to welcome winter in some months of time, and a few puddles had collected here and there. And there were occasional gusts of wind that shifted the leaves around with a rustle that was overpowered by the sounds of laughter and yells.

“Nora!” Leon, the oldest of the three children yelled while running after the smallest.

The little girl had only recently learned to run, but it seemed that, now that the youngest of the little lion cubs had gotten her feet under her, she wasn’t about to stop and sit down any time soon. Which was only emphasized by the babbling laughter that escaped the little girl, as she was running across the garden as fast as her little legs could carry.

“Nora, you’ll trip if you keep running into the puddles,” the other girl, an older sister with ombre hair that begun as red, but shifted to a warm blond at the tips, called while running after her brother and sister. But her tone was much more gentle; as if simply a louder speaking voice, rather than a call.

And at a small distance away, overlooking at the scene, was the mother.

She was standing to the side with her hair tied up onto a French twist, and her posture was relaxed, but her eyes were to the children. The few steps here and there she took, were to keep her line of sight on the little ones, just to make sure that nothing would happen.

Sure they might stumble a little, perhaps tumble into the puddles, but there was no wrapping them into bubble wrap. The ground was soft, and they were home. There was no real danger, and the toddler needed to learn that sometimes you might trip, but then you’d get up. Which seemed to come naturally.

Though Eleonora had stumbled, she had always met it with the same bubbly laughter, and had tried again. And it was because of that trait that Solara had thought Nora to have learned to run at such a young age.

The little girl just refused to give up.

She was headstrong and determined. And she’d be sure footed once she got some practice; it wouldn’t make sense to hinder the progress.

But Leonidas and Cyraleona seemed very concerned for their baby sister. Which was understandable. After all, the twins had been there to see Nora as an infant; how small and frail she had been, just like any baby. And they hadn’t quite yet forgotten how small she was, which was why they were trying to run after the little one, to keep her from stumbling.

Nora on the other hand, had other ideas. If one hadn’t known any better, one would have thought that Nora was purposefully running away from her siblings to show them that she could make it on her own. Or maybe try and tell them to keep up with her, and to push them a little bit.

Maybe eventually she would be. But for now. She was simply intent on running into the puddles, and Leon and Cyra were running after her. While trying to persuade her into playing in the piles of leaves.

Which... when dealing with a toddler that potentially had her father’s affinity, might not be the best decision. Even if the leaves were slightly damp.

Eleonora was still too young to be showcasing her mana, or affinity, but there was always a chance that it would push forth and cause a combustion of a kind. Fue hadn’t exactly been precise about at what ages he had accidentally lit his own clothes on fire due to the abundance of mana he held, but by all logic, it wouldn’t still be for a while with Nora. But. It never hurt to keep an eye on things.

Leon and Cyra had inherited a combination of Solara’s and Fuegoleon’s affinities, which had resulted into a few fires already, which gave an added reason to be watchful. Though the two of them were already old enough to keep their magics in check, for the most part at least. Some of their spells were still volatile and uncontained, but they’d learn over time.

I wonder what affinity Nora will have... For some reason I don’t think she’ll be the same as Cyra and Leon. I just didn’t have the same feeling while expecting her than the twins. But for some reason I don’t think it’ll be the same as mine either... Though Fue tells me that it’s too early to speculate, I’m more inclined to think that she’ll have his affinity. Or something closer to his affinity. Solara thought to herself. And Nora seems more hands-on, eager to dive into new experiences and to learn, while both Cyra and Leon were a bit more ...careful, in their approach. Cyra more than Leon. Which... reminds me a little bit of myself. Not that I was exactly careful, but I was more so, I think. While Nora... she’s very much a Vermillion.

“Nora!”

Solara looked up to see both Nora and Leon sitting in a puddle. Nora was clapping her hands, and Leon looked a little bit upset with mud on his hands, while Cyra stood right by them with hands on her mouth.

Oh my, it seems that they need a bath, she thought while shaking her head with faint amusement.

Nora reached towards her sister, while stumbling up, and Cyra mirrored the movement to take a hold of Nora’s hand.

But as she did, Nora plopped onto the ground, pulling Cyra along with her. Which was followed by a yelp from Cyra and more laughter from Nora.

I see, Solara chuckled while jogging to the kids.

“You shouldn’t do that Nora,” Leon scolded with furrowed brows and sounding even more upset.

Cyra looked at her hands, and her soaked, muddy clothes, as her lips quivered a little.

“[Children,]” Lara called out while coming closer to them and kneeling down next to them.

“[Mom! Nora pulled us into the puddle!]” Leon said while standing up and away from the puddle.

“[I saw, Leon,]” she nodded, while Nora giggled. “[You shouldn’t do that Nora. You’ll upset your siblings,]” she scolded the toddler before turning her attention back to her eldest again. “[She is stronger than one would think. All toddlers are,]” there was a smile on her lips, but an apology in her eyes as she picked Nora up, and propped her against her hip to free one hand, so that she could offer it to Cyra.

The older girl took a hold of her mother’s hand, and got up, while fighting back tears in her eyes.

“[It’s okay honey. We’ll get you all into a bath, and then maybe some hot cocoa.]”

Cyra’s chin stayed lowered, but she shivered in the passing breeze, the same as Leon.

“[Hey... Cyra, sweetheart?]” Lara gave her oldest daughter a smile. “[You want to have a hug?]” She opened up her arm to welcome her in, while still keeping Nora up in her other. And Nora stayed still, behaving surprisingly well while observing the interaction.

“[I’ll get mud on your clothes mother...]” The girl sobbed while wrapping her arms around herself.

“[It’s okay honey, I can handle a little mud,]” she spoke with a gentle, hushed tone. “[Come here.]”

Cyra glanced up before diving into the embrace, and letting a few tears run down her cheeks.

“[Are you hurt?]”

Cyra shook her head.

“[Good,]” she glanced at Leon. “[What about you, Leon?]”

He also shook his head, looking a little more serious, but not as upset anymore.  

Lara nodded, and let her eyes shift between the kids. “[Now. How about that bath, and some cocoa afterwards, hm?]”

Cyra and Leon nodded, and Nora let out an excited giggle, after which they began walking back inside.

Later that afternoon, all three kids were seated in front of a fireplace of the master bedroom. The older ones had their mugs, and Nora had a sippy cup, but there was a blanket wrapped around all of them.

The bedroom door opened, and a familiar figure appeared through it.

“Papa!” Cyra was the first to put down her mug and run across the room, with Leon close behind her.

Nora was the slowest this time as the blanket hindered her start the most.

“Good afternoon my precious children,” he greeted while kneeling down and opening his arms to welcome all three into his embrace. “Did you have a nice day?”

“Nora pulled us into a puddle and we got muddy and wet,” Leon declared factually while looking his father in the eye.

“Oh, I see,” he chuckled. “That wasn’t very nice of you Eleonora,” he looked at the youngest who had an impish grin on her face.

“But we took a bath and got some hot cocoa,” Cyra added.

“Hmm... How wonderful. A nice long bath can help with a lot, I have found,” he stated with a smile.

“Mhm,” the girl smiled.

Nora pulled Fue’s jacket, closer to the fire place.

“What is it dear?” He asked with a tender gaze, waiting for the youngest to try her best to tell what she meant.

Nora got up, and toddled to her sippy cup, and then back, handing it to her father.

“Thank you dear,” he said with a smile and a nod. “But I’m sure I can have my own. So, you can drink yours,” he placed a kiss onto Nora’s forehead while handing the cup back to her.

“Come father,” Cyra pulled onto his arm. “Sit with us by the fire.”

Fue chuckled while standing up. “I’ll be there in a minute,” he assured. “I’ll just take off my cape and jacket first.”

The kids nodded and returned to their seats, wrapped the blankets around themselves and took a hold of their mugs while staring into the fire. Salamander followed suit in his small form, and curled into the fireplace on top of the logs, as if a cat in a sunny spot near a windowsill.

“We missed you,” Solara greeted while walking up to her, taking her turn to welcome Fuegoleon home.

“I missed you too,” he smiled while leaning closer and pressing a tender kiss onto her lips. “All of you,” he added while glancing to the kids seated by the fire.

“How was work?”

His eyes took on a tired undertone, and a sigh left his lungs as his eyes turned back to his wife. “Tiring,” he simply replied. “But let’s... discuss it later,” there was a request in his tone, a careful wish that he might relieve some of his burdens onto her, but not yet.

This wasn’t the time for it, not with the cubs in the room.

And she understood it more than well, which is why she nodded, and placed her hand onto his cheek.

“Later,” she assured him while stroking his cheek with her thumb.

His hands moved to take off the cape, and hung it onto a coatrack by the door, only so that he might take her hand into his, and bring it to his lips. He lowered his head, as if to make a small bow to her, and pressed a gentle, lingering kiss onto her skin, as his eyes closed in a slow blink before finding hers yet again. Only to linger. Only to gaze at her with adoration and need and a kind of pull that he, even after all these years, still couldn’t explain. Not that he needed to explain it. Because to him, it was enough to know that he wished to be by her side; spend the remaining days and nights he had in his life with her.

That in itself, was enough. To know that he wanted her; that being without her, would be a kind of slow death for him.

His posture straightened, and his head turned towards the kids; the three treasures in his life, gifted by life itself to him and her. And his hand kept a hold of hers, as his feet began making their way closer to the fireplace, to pull her along with her.

The evening went on by the fire place with a few cups of cocoa; stories and laughter, talk about everything and nothing in particular, until the kids fell asleep onto the floor with the pillows and blankets. Their eyes were closed, and their chests kept rising and falling next to the crackling fire as their parents just watched them.

“We should carry them to bed,” he whispered to her without taking his eyes off of them.

“We should,” she agreed with a whisper of her own, looking at the kids, just as he did.

“Do you...” he began to utter, but then shook his head, as if to shake of a thought he deemed silly.

“What?” She glanced at him with faint amusement, and a slightly quirked eyebrow.

“I was just... thinking,” he replied as the smile he had on his lips continued to linger.

“About?”

There was a kind of curiosity in her tone, one that was light and airy, but which held back a chuckle.

“About how... our journey hasn’t been without troubles...”

“It certainly hasn’t,” she mused, making his smile widen.

“But despite of it, we’re here,” his gaze was soft and gentle, as if to adore a sight he was still trying to believe to be true.

His hand lifted to find hers; as if he wanted to make sure that she really was there.

“We have... three beautiful children. All of them wonderful in their own ways. Like rare gems, and...”

There was a pause, during which he struggled to find words with which to depict what he was thinking.

She leaned a little closer, and placed her head onto his shoulder with a whisper. “About...?”

“About how... we got so lucky?”

The chuckle she has been holding back left her lips as her eyes closed in a slow blink.

“I do,” she admitted with yet another whisper. “Sometimes I wonder if this is just a wonderful dream...”

He let out a hum that was a strange mix of being pleased and amused. “If it is...” he pressed his head against hers with a rolling motion, as if to rub his head against hers. “I never want to wake up,” his voice was quiet and careful, almost as if he was apprehensive, almost like he didn’t want to be too loud out of fear of some higher being hearing the admission, and then making him do just that; wake up from the blessed dream he was having.

It was as if he was speaking out a secret for her, and only her, to hear.

Her hand kept a hold of his, telling him that she was there. That she shared the same reality along with him. That if it was a dream, it was a shared dream, perhaps one of fever.

But both of them knew, that their heartstrings, the gilded threads of fate that had spun into ropes, couldn’t have concocted such a perfect dream. That this, was far too good for either of them to have imagined. And thus, it must’ve been the reality, they were living.

[loosesodamarble]

Picnics and Fireworks of Love

Summary: The Vermillion family go out to enjoy a picnic under the night sky. Fuegoleon and Solara are in for a surprise. Genre: general, family fluff Word count: ~1800 A/N: And here is the finale to the gift fics for @thoughtfullyrainynightmare! Also, these oneshts will be posted on my ao3 account. They'll be chapters to a fic titled "Summer Essentials with the Vermillions."

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“The night is gorgeous tonight, isn’t it?” Solara remarked.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen the sky so cloudless honestly,” Fuegoleon said in reply.

Fuegoleon, Solara, and their three children strolled through an open field out in the countryside of Clover. The grass was tall and swished with each stride of the family’s legs.

“Mom, Dad! Hurry up!” Eleonora called for several yards ahead. She waved her arms at them. “Are those long legs just for show?”

“We’re coming, Nora!” Fuegoleon answered. “You kids are just too quick and spry for us, I suppose!”

The walk brought the five of them to an area of the field where the grass was shorter, likely grazed down by wildlife. With silent nods passed between them, the family agreed it was the spot to settle down.

Cyraleona unfurled a picnic blanket she’d been carrying which everyone helped smooth out. Leonidas set down a lidded basket and pulled food from within, passing it around to his parents and sisters.

Each part of the meal was made by someone different. Fuegoleon made spinach salad with sliced strawberries mixed in. Solara had grilled meat skewers, and she mentioned that the seasoning was given to her by a friend so it wasn’t all her work. Cyraleona grinned from ear to ear as her family enjoyed the garlic knots she baked. Leonidas’s dish was quiche with a seafood filling. And Eleonora had made dessert, triple chocolate chip cookies. Each of them also got a bottle of water and a bottle of the Vermillion family’s special lemonade.

As Solara leisurely ate her meal, she noticed how her kids scarfed down their shares of food. They still ate with some sense of grace, not taking too big bites and using a fork for whatever food they felt called for it. But whenever she or Fuegoleon tried to get a conversation going…

“Yes, my friends in Thea did write back,” Leonidas said before forking another bite of salad into his mouth.

“And what did they write?” Fuegoleon pressed. Leonidas gave a mute shrug to that.

Cyraleona swallowed a mouthful of quiche before muttering, “He’ll be there for the concert. His word is his bond so…” She cut herself off with a sip of water.

“That’s good. I’m sure his parents are proud of his work,” Solara replied. “And I assume you’re happy that he’s still your pianist?” That only got Cyraleona to hum. “So… Nora, how was that one-on-one lesson with Sister Theresa? Was she everything your dad said she’d be like?”

“Yeah, Sister Theresa’s lesson was great!” Eleonora cheerfully said.

“Then maybe we can convince her to let you study under her another time,” Fuegoleon suggested with a smile.

Though Eleonora emphatically nodded to the idea, she still went ahead with eating instead of talking.

Fuegoleon and Solara glanced at each other.

What do they actually think of this? Fuegoleon wondered as he watched as his children were finishing the last items on their plates. They agreed to the picnic when Solara first suggested it. Though they weren’t enthusiastic about it the way I know some of their peers might’ve been, they certainly weren’t against it…

The suggestion had been a week ago, discussed over a more formal dinner. Eleonora had been the first to agree though she also threw in a comment of a picnic probably not being as fun as her camping trips with Mereoleona. Leonidas mentioned that his friends often talked about summer picnics. Cyraleona smiled and talked about how it’d be a refreshing change of pace from the tea parties she’d been invited to recently.

Did we do something wrong between then and now? Fuegoleon thought back but he couldn’t think of anything that he or Solara did that would’ve bothered the children.

Fuegoleon noticed the three leaning in close to each other. They were whispering something and he couldn’t make out what they were saying since he just now pulled himself from his thoughts. Fuegoleon raised an eyebrow.

They seemed enthusiastic only moments ago. Taking the lead on the walk. And they even made dishes all on their own. Solara picked at the quiche. It was the perfect amount of salty and spicy but also creamy from the egg. No way her son put in so much effort for a picnic he didn’t want to go on. But their behavior now makes it seem like they want to get this over with. Thinking more, Solara recalled something. They were muttering about what to do here a few days back… Were they worried about boredom? No, that can’t be it. Conversation comes easily between us. So then what—?

Solara’s thoughts paused when Fuegoleon nudged her elbow with his own. She lifted her eyes to him. Once their gazes locked, Fuegoleon flicked his eyes in the kids’ direction. Solara turned her head.

Leonidas, Cyraleona, and Eleonora had left the picnic blanket and were dashing away. The sound of eager laughter trailed behind them.

“Looks like they have a surprise for us,” Fuegoleon whispered.

“Mom! Dad!” Eleonora yelled, beaming like the sun. “Watch what Uncle Leopold taught us!”

The parents watched and their eyes went wide as their children began to write the runes used for Mana Method in the air. The runes formed the spell circles and seconds later, glowing balls of magic shot into the air.

The speed of the spells created sharp whistles. Then, those balls of magic exploded. Vibrant, warm colors contrasted brilliantly against the dark navy sky. There was a deep orange from Eleonora’s Fire Magic. The twins’ Burning Sun Magic were flickering mixes of red, orange, and yellow. More magic was shot into the sky, directed by the runes that the kids wrote. Some spells burst and scattered streaks of color into the air. Others flared out, elegantly unfurling like the petals of a blooming flower.

“Wow…” Solara blinked a few times to push back the tears coming to her eyes.

It was beautiful. The firework show. The smiles she could see on her children’s faces. The relief she felt knowing she’d worried for nothing.

“Indeed. To think that Leo was able to teach them that in just a few days.”

Without taking his eyes off the fireworks, Fuegoleon reached and wrapped his arm around Solara’s shoulders.

“The children sure are incredible,” Solara said as she scooted closer to her husband. “They’re eager to learn, each one of them. And they work hard for what they want.”

“Wonderful traits to have.” Fuegoleon nodded approvingly. “I’m glad they’ve gotten the best parts of you.”

“And you too,” Solara shot back with a grin. “I’m humble enough to admit that I needed help to raise them into the people they’ve become. I’m proud of who they’re becoming thanks to their own efforts too.”

It was true. As much as Fuegoleon, Solara, and their relatives raised and influenced Leon, Cyra, and Nora, the three of them were becoming their own people too.

Leonidas was growing more in tune with those around him and working to empathize with people regardless of their backgrounds. His ability to listen to others and use what he learns to make decisions were the signs that he could be a leader, if he so chose.

Cyraleona was coming out of her shell, not entirely abandoning her safety zone but learning to show more of herself. She was gaining a quiet boldness that felt right for her. Her artistic heart was adept at stirring the feelings of others and who knew what she could do with that talent.

And Eleonora’s fierceness and cleverness grew with each day, making her a loveable handful to her loved ones. She was ready for a challenge, be it physical or intellectual or even against simple boredom. Always changing, Eleonora would certainly change the world with her.

They had their traits from their parents, but they had many more traits that were their own.

But they were still Solara and Fuegoleon’s little cubs.

It made Solara’s heart swell and she was sure Fuegoleon felt the same. Solara rested her head on Fuegoleon’s shoulder and gazed up at him.

“Thank you, Fuegoleon.”

Fuegoleon turned his head and took in his wife’s smile, illuminated by the bursting fireworks. The flashes of light in the sky made the flecks of sun in Solara’s forest eyes stand out. Such a beautiful woman, inside and out, directing her adoring eyes at him. Her words were filled with gratitude and they held more value to him than any announcement of grand titles being awarded to him.

“Thank you, too, Solara,” Fuegoleon whispered back. “You don’t know how much you mean to me.”

“Couldn’t you always tell me?” Solara teased.

Fuegoleon took a deep breath but then sighed, “No, I don’t think so.”

Solara blinked. She was caught off guard by the admittance. Though she didn’t seem upset.

“No matter my words or my actions, I don’t think either would be able to truly capture the depth of my feelings for you,” Fuegoleon stated as his eyes flicked away from Solara and back to the flames dancing in the air. “These thoughts and feelings can’t be conveyed to you in all their truth. I’m sorry.”

Solara stared at Fuegoleon. She stared at the way the intermittent lighting truly made her husband’s hair look like vermillion flames. The lavender of his eyes didn’t get overtaken by the fiery colors. Rather, the soft, beautiful color she fell in love with seemed stronger against the red, orange, and yellow glow. And his words, his words confessing a sense of weakness, sank deep into her heart.

“Don’t be.”

Fuegoleon didn’t get a chance to look at Solara as threw her arms around Fuegoleon’s torso and buried her face in his chest. She gripped the back of his coat.

“Don’t—” Solara giggled and turned her head so her mouth wasn’t covered. “Don’t be sorry, Fue. Hearing what you just said… That’s enough for me.”

Fuegoleon placed a hand on the back of Solara’s head and used his other to caress one of her arms. He smiled at her. And he was sure his smile at the moment was the same as the one he saw on her face.

“Lara…”

Solara raised her head and sat back up. “Yes?”

Fuegoleon brushed aside a lock of hair that fell into her face.

The whistle of fireworks shooting into the sky resounded.

He leaned down and she tilted her chin up.

The sky lit up with flames and the light of a bright sun.

Their lips pressed together for a soft, chaste kiss.

The fires of love, whether they burned in a romantic’s heart or in the shared heart of a family, burned especially bright that night.

[nemorense]

✩ my introduction post

my name is Eleonora Aradia but u can call me Ella, Nora or Aria

i am a christopagan, i work with both Mary and Jesus and the italic gods, the deities native to the italian peninsula and it’s ancient populations (Veneti, Sabines, Iapygians, Latins, Etruscans, Samnites, Romans) including some Gaulish Gods

my interest is in the pantheons and myths before the syncretism (as much as possible) my interest is mostly aimed to the cults of the people/peasants and the gods in their oldest original forms and attributes

i am also interested in italian folk magick and rural witchcraft but i am still a beginner in that

i go by she/her and i am 18 years old, i am italian

i especially work with Diana Nemorensis and Mother Mary

in this blog i will also discuss and share about italian folklore

i’m open to meet more polytheist / pagan friends, especially the ones working in the italic branches!! ♡

[pengychan]

I just connected the dots that Flatland women may be stabby happy as a satire of the Hatpin panic (women would use their hatpins to stab people in self defense)

Truth to be told, lines ARE kinda hatpin shaped...

And Nora is, like, the murders Georg of Flatland

("Women kill hundreds each year", statistical error. Average women kill zero people per year. Eleonora Vigenere, who is a conspirator and killed a whole police precinct single handedly, is an outlier adn should not be counted.")

I HAD NOT MADE THE CONNECTION AT ALL UNTIL NOW but you're right, it would absolutely make sense! (Nora, also known as Flat Georg--)

[melis-writes]

Eleonora Corleone? It has the Ella sound and she can be nicknamed Nora in a nod to Signora, her great grandmother, and Sonny can nickname his only daughter Nella as i HC that Gabriella got nicknamed Gella by her own Dad when she was younger alongside Isabella aka Bella but while Gabriella ended up going by Gabriella in the end, everyone thinks Bella is just Bella 😂

LMAO love it! 🤣❤️

[duskianfae]

i guess that anger really suits you. isn't that sad?

[dismissivedestroyer]

'Following an unfortunate accident, 13 year old Eleonora James, from the small town of Elysium Creek, is ran over by a schoolbus, and ends up in a comatose state. Now stuck between life and death, Eleonora finds herself trapped in the Catacombs, the place where people end up after they pass away, and will have to look for a way to come back to the living realm, despite all the odds being against her.'

ALWAYS SO ANXIOUS POSTING DEADLINE CONTENT OVER HERE I SWEAR. So yeah, another illustration, that's most likely gonna be the cover art for Volume 1, and a small synopsis of the general plot. If I had to give a vibe to this comic, it would be "Gravity Falls meets Owl House meets Amphibia meets Undertale meets The Horrors™". Hooray. Festive.

Other attempt at a scan:

[comenasceunadonna]

Donne che scrivono

Grazia Deledda

Alejandra Pizarnik

Le sorelle Brönte

Sibilla Aleramo

Virginia Woolf

Donne filosofe

Lou Von Salomè

Donne divine

Femme Fatale

Eleonora Duse

Donne rivoluzionarie

Coco Chanel

Sfumature letterarie

Eveline, Gente di Dublino

Madame Bovary

Sfumature teatrali

Nora, Casa di Bambola

[queen-ofsunflowers]

Why is it so hard to find good Battle Tendency screenshots?!

[perfettamentechic]

16 aprile … ricordiamo …

16 aprile … ricordiamo … #semprevivineiricordi #nomidaricordare #personaggiimportanti #perfettamentechic

2022: Gloria Sevilla, attrice filippina. Venne considerata la “regina dei film Visayan” per la sua eredità di interpretazioni sullo schermo nei film realizzati da Visayan nelle Filippine durante gli anni ’50 e ’60. Rimase attiva anche nella televisione filippina. Il primo marito di Gloria fu l’attore Mat Ranillo Jr., morto in un incidente aereo nel 1969. Insieme ebbero cinque figli.…