#feeling en fuego about this

[goddesspharo]

[goddesspharo]

#a freight train of hotness

Dean Stockwell in Long Day's Journey Into Night (1962), dir. Sidney Lumet

[esuemmanuel]

On evenings like this, I wish there wasn't a night when it should be day; then you would be there with your eyes open, feeling me. But your absence reassures me. I am freer to shout to the wind what makes me uneasy about your flaming being. For no… it's not the letters, but the intention they carry; the fire with which they are written and the passion with which they are expressed. And you, when you let yourself out in the leaves, by the Uncreated that illuminates us, you undress me!

En tardes así desearía que no hubiera noche en donde debería ser de día; así estarías con los ojos abiertos, sintiéndome. Sin embargo, que no estés, me tranquiliza. Soy más libre de gritarle al viento lo que tu flamígero ser me intranquiliza. Porque no… no son las letras, sino la intención que llevan; el fuego con el que se escriben y la pasión con la que se expresan. Y tú, cuando te dejas salir en las hojas, ¡por el Increado que nos ilumina, me desnudas!

[quitealotofsodapop]

en huevo de piedra a fuego lento mencionaste que pigsy saba a wukong de los escombros; entonces me acorde que Pigsy no suele usar mucho el cambio de forma, entonces se me ocurro el headcanon de que Pigsy usa comunmente el cambio de forma para adaptar su tamaño, ya que aparentemente los cerdos demoniacos miden como 3-4 metros aprox. (Creo que esa es la altura de Baijie en el libro)

Debe ser muy incomodo encontrar un local que se adapte a tu tamaño natural

translated via google:

"in simmered stone egg you mentioned that pigsy tasted like rubble wukong; then I remembered that Pigsy doesn't usually use shapeshifting much, so I came up with the headcanon that Pigsy commonly uses shapeshifting to adapt his size, since apparently demonic pigs are about 3-4 meters tall. (I think that's Baijie's height in the book) It must be very uncomfortable to find a place that adapts to your natural size"

I assume you mean Pigsy freeing Wukong from building rubble in the Slow Boiled Stone egg au?

It's very possible that Pigsy might have a "big" form like Zhu Bajie did in the memories/as Zhu Ganglie. Bajie likely chose a shorter, "cuter" form while on the Jouney so to not scare people whenever the pilgrims walked into a new town. Plus he likey thought his smaller form got him more female attention. XD

If Pigsy grew up having to "shrink" himself down just to move around and be accepted in a human city, it woudl explain a lot of his character regarding how he sees himself as "a digusting little monster" (said in "Roast of the Monkie Kids").

Pigsy: "Oh, what, you think we're the same, just 'cause we're pigs, huh? Bet you think I'm just a disgusting little monster too."

It would be equally funny if Pigsy *didn't* have a massive true form - and he's just naturally very short and stout. Built like a sumo wrestler.

Pigsy often forgets just how strong he is compared to regular humans - hence why he causes so much destruction when he plays ping-pong.

Lifting up a stone monkey feels like nothing after years of carrying MK around.

[ultravioletqueen]

More record of ragnarok, this time I present to you a character that is not based on history or mythology, I present to you Abigail!

She is a scientist who was born in 1858 and died in 1888, she was the daughter of a high-class lady with one of her workers (I will talk about her family in another post) so she grew up having a great education, she always felt a special interest in botany, biology and herbology while growing up.

However, despite her relatively privileged position, there were two things that made her family and the people around her not appreciate her or take her seriously: 1) her origin, being the daughter of a white woman and a black man and, on top of that, outside the marriage made the members feel ashamed of her and wanted to push her away and 2) her ideas, she wanted to create a way to end the pollution and infertility of the earth by creating improved versions of plants and serums to create strong ecosystems, she also wanted be able to create a school for women in difficult situations.

Abigail is characterized by her optimism, she is a quiet and quite shy lady who does not usually like to be among too many people, but she remains as a joyfull, kind and gentle person with those around her and is always willing to help others achieve their goals because she knows how it feels when you don't make it.

She met Nikola when they were alive and they were both close, they understood each other very well and admired each other, this admiration turned into love, however because interracial marriage was not legal at that time they had to keep their relationship secret until death.

They both balance very well, Abby makes Nikola have more filter and Nikola makes Abby more direct and confident, they are each other's hyperfixation❤️

The reason for Abigail's death was murder and the culprit set her house on fire and stole her work to pass it off as his own for years until the public discovered the truth some time later, but I will talk more about that in the post I will do about her family life.

(Español)

Más record of ragnarok, esta vez les presento a un personaje que no está basado ni en historia ni en mitología, ¡les presento a abigail!

Ella es una científica que nació en el año 1858 y falleció en 1888, fue la hija de una dama de alta clase con uno de sus trabajadores(hablaré sobre su familia en otro post) por lo que creció teniendo una gran educación, ella siempre sintió un interés especial por la botánica, biología y la herbologia al crecer.

Sin embargo pese a su posición relativamente privilegiada hubo dos cosas que hicieron que su familia y la gente a su alrededor no la apreciarán o tomarán en serio: 1) su origen, al ser hija de una mujer blanca y un hombre negro y encima fuera del matrimonio hizo que los integrantes sintieran vergüenza de ella y la quisieran apartar y 2)sus ideas, ella quería crear una forma de acabar con la contaminación y la infertilidad de la tierra creando versiones mejoradas de plantas y sueros para crear ecosistemas fuertes, ella también deseaba poder crear una escuela para mujeres en situaciones difíciles.

Abigail se caracteriza por su optimismo, es una dama callada y bastante tímida que no suele gustarle estar entre demasiada gente, pero sigue siendo una persona alegre, amable y gentil con los que le rodean y siempre está dispuesta a ayudar a otros a cumplir sus metas.

Ella conoció a nikola cuando estaban vivos y ambos eran cercanos, ambos se entendían muy bien y se admiraban el uno al otro, esta admiración se convirtió en amor, sin embargo debido a que no era legal el matrimonio interracial en esa época tuvieron que mantener su relación en secreto hasta la muerte.

Ambos se balancean muy bien, abby hace que nikola tenga más filtro y nikola hace que abby sea más directa y confiada, son la hiperfijacion del otro❤️

La razón de la muerte de Abigail fue por asesinato y el culpable prendio en fuego su casa y se robo su trabajo para hacerlo pasar como suyo durante años hasta que descubrió la verdad tiempo después, pero hablaré más de eso en el post que haré sobre su vida familiar.

[mizu-chin]

Yes My Lord "The Hidden Song"

*English is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes*

The morning was calm at the Phantomhive mansion. The sun began to rise on the horizon, casting golden rays through the tall windows, creating a spectacle of light and shadow in the elegant corridors. It was early, and the mansion was enveloped in an almost sacred silence. S/n, who had been awake for some time, was in the armory room, cleaning her daggers.

With meticulous movements, she slid the cloth over the blades, making them shine under the soft light. As she worked, she began to sing softly, almost without noticing. Her voice, clear and melodious, filled the room with the lyrics of the song.

"Cae la noche, me está buscando Hay luna llena y las loba' estamo' cazando Caí en el party, humo volando Di un par de paso' y vi que me estabas mirando..."

Sebastian, always attentive, was passing through the corridor near the armory. The sound of S/n's voice caught his attention, making him stop. He silently approached the slightly open door, curious and enchanted. He had never heard S/n sing before, and the softness of her voice combined with the intensity of the lyrics surprised him.

"Oh, te acercaste y me pediste Fuego pa' encenderte un blunt Ni lo pensé Te lo saqué de la boca, lo prendí y te dije que..."

She sang with a passion and rhythm that Sebastian did not expect. The words flowed naturally, and he could feel the emotion in each verse. There was something captivating in the way she moved, even while performing a simple task like cleaning her daggers. He stood there, immobile, almost hypnotized by the scene.

"Detrás del humo no se ve, no, no se ve Acerquémono' un poquito, que te quiero conocer Te lo muevo en HD, un perreo HP Una hora, dos botellas y directo pa'l hotel..."

Sebastian entered the room silently, his steps inaudible. He leaned against the wall, his eyes fixed on S/n. She was so immersed in the music that she did not immediately notice his presence. He observed her every movement, from the way she cleaned the daggers to how her lips moved as she sang. There was a natural sensuality and strength in her performance that left him fascinated.

"Dá calor quando chega perto de mim Que vontade de sentar em você Faz aquele jeito do macentin' Mírame, y hágale Por trás da fumaça tu sarra em mim Tomamos três goles de prazer Olha nos olhos, olha nos ojos, ah..."

S/n finally noticed Sebastian's presence when she lifted her gaze and saw him watching her. She abruptly stopped singing, a look of surprise crossing her face.

"Sebastian," she said, putting the dagger aside. "I didn't know you were there."

He smiled softly, stepping out of the shadows. "Forgive me for interrupting, Miss S/n. Your voice is... enchanting. I didn't know you could sing."

She shrugged, a slight blush coloring her cheeks. "It's just something I like to do to pass the time. It helps me relax."

"I must say, it was a pleasant surprise," he commented, approaching her. "The lyrics of the song are quite... intense."

S/n laughed, the sound light and carefree. "Yes, it's a song I like. It has an energy that makes me feel alive." Sebastian watched her for a moment, his gaze intense.

"You have many talents, S/n. Every day I discover something new about you." She looked at him, her eyes shining with a mixture of challenge and curiosity. "And you, Sebastian? Do you ever allow yourself to be surprised?"

He smiled enigmatically. "Rarely. But I must admit, you manage to do so more than most." There was a palpable tension between them, something that went beyond words. Sebastian, always controlled and calculating, felt something new and disconcerting.

S/n, for her part, perceived a vulnerability in him that she had never seen before. She stepped closer, her eyes fixed on his. "Perhaps you should allow yourself to be surprised more often. It can be... invigorating."

He tilted his head, the smile still present, but his eyes showing a depth of emotion he rarely revealed. "Perhaps you're right, S/n. Perhaps I should."

In that moment, the invisible barrier that existed between them began to dissolve. It wasn't just attraction or mutual respect, but something deeper. A recognition that, despite their differences, there was something that connected them in a way they were both still learning to understand. As the sun continued to rise in the sky, casting a golden glow over them, S/n and Sebastian stood in silence, a mutual understanding growing between them. It was the beginning of something new, something that promised to change not only the dynamics between them but also the very essence of the Phantomhive mansion.

[yaretsblog]

Cada hora, cada minuto, cada segundo que pasa te amo más y más. Podría pasar mil vidas contigo y aún querer más porque tu amor es como un pozo sin fondo. Nunca puedo tener suficiente de ti mi amor. Me haces creer en el amor, una vez más. Mi corazón da un vuelco cada vez que te veo. Eres tú quien me completa. Si me dejaras, no sé qué haría conmigo misma. Es como si fueras mi alma gemela y estuviéramos juntos por toda la eternidad. Te amo. Te amo más de lo que jamás sabrás. Siempre estoy pensando en ti, cariño. Estoy orgullosa de la mujer que soy hoy y todo es gracias a alguien que es especial, incre��ble, hermoso, cariñoso y cariñoso, y ese alguien eres tú, mi amor. Sabes que te amo ¿verdad? Bueno lo haré. Siempre lo he hecho y siempre lo haré. Caminaría a través del fuego contigo porque tu presencia es todo lo que necesito para sentirme cálida y feliz. Cariño, sabes que no soy muy bueno expresando mis sentimientos en persona, así que pensé en hacerte saber mis sentimientos a través de este dulce mensaje de texto. Eres mi mejor amigo, mi confidente y mi alma gemela. Amo todo de tí. Tenga un día fantástico. Me siento tan segura cuando estoy contigo que nada malo podría pasarme cuando estamos juntos. Me haces sentir como una mujer . Me haces sentir amada y necesitada. Tus amables palabras y tu voz gentil me dan el aliento que necesito para seguir adelante cuando las cosas se ponen difíciles. Te amo más que a nada en el mundo y siempre lo haré. Eres la pareja perfecta para mí y lo sé desde la primera vez que vi tu hermoso rostro. Te amo con mi todo hombre bonito. Viniste durante los días más oscuros de mi vida. Estaba desanimada y destrozada por dentro. Y cuando todo era un desastre, Tu amor brilló más. Entonces comencé a soñar con un futuro brillante contigo. Te amo. Seguramente lo hago. Huyamos juntos y dejemos todo esto atrás. Todo lo que nos necesitamos es el uno al otro. Prometo amarte, honrarte y apreciarte mientras viva. @hamdan-fazza @yaretsblog

Every hour, every minute, every second that passes I love you more and more. I could spend a thousand lives with you and still want more because your love is like a bottomless pit. I can never get enough of you my love. You make me believe in love, once again. My heart skips a beat every time I see you. It is you who completes me. If you left me, I don't know what I would do with myself. It's like you are my soulmate and we are together for all eternity. I love you. I love you more than you will ever know. I'm always thinking about you, darling. I am proud of the woman I am today and it is all thanks to someone who is special, amazing, beautiful, loving and caring, and that someone is you, my love. You know I love you, right? Okay I will. I always have and always will. I would walk through fire with you because your presence is all I need to feel warm and happy. Honey, you know I'm not very good at expressing my feelings in person, so I thought I'd let you know my feelings through this sweet text message. You are my best friend, my confidant and my soulmate. I love everything about you. Have a great day. I feel so safe when I'm with you that nothing bad could happen to me when we're together. You make me feel like a woman. You make me feel loved and needed. Your kind words and gentle voice give me the encouragement I need to keep going when things get tough. I love you more than anything in the world and I always will. You are the perfect match for me and I have known it since the first time I saw your beautiful face. I love you with my all beautiful man. You came during the darkest days of my life. I was discouraged and destroyed inside. And when everything was a disaster, Your love shone brighter. Then I started dreaming of a bright future with you. I love you. I surely do. Let's run away together and leave all this behind. All we need is each other. I promise to love, honor and cherish you as long as I live.

[chouhatsumimi]

Words from Karneval, vol. 6

きな臭い きなくさい smelling burnt, smelling scorched, having a burnt smell, smelling of gunpowder (i.e. as if armed conflict is about to break out), tense, strained, suspicious, dubious, questionable, shady / oler a chamusquina, oler a quemado

干からびる, 干乾びる, 干涸びる, 乾涸びる, 乾枯らびる, 干枯らびる, 干枯びる ひからびる to dry up completely, to become stale

誘導多能性幹細胞 ゆうどうたのうせいかんさいぼう induced pluripotent stem cell, iPS cell

人骨 じんこつ human bones / huesos humanos

押収 おうしゅう seizure, confiscation / incautación, embargo, comiso, decomiso, confiscación

負い目, 負目 おいめ (feeling of) indebtedness, feeling obliged / deuda

確固, 確乎 かっこ firm, unshakeable, resolute / firme, sólido, resuelto, decidido

零す, 溢す, 翻す こぼす to spill, to drop, to shed (tears), to grumble, to complain, to let one's feelings show / derramar, regar, quejarse, derramar, murmurar, refunfuñar

むざむざ helplessly, easily, without resistance, without regret

手下 てした, てか subordinate, underling, henchman, minion / subordinado, subalterno

切実に せつじつに strongly, keenly, vividly, sincerely, urgently

至る所, 至るところ, いたる所, 至る処, 到る所, 到るところ, 到る処, いたる処 いたるところ everywhere, all over, throughout / en todas partes, dondequiera, en donde sea

丁重, 鄭重 ていちょう polite, courteous, hospitable / educado, cortés, hospitalario

見取り図, 見取図 みとりず rough sketch, floor plan, blueprint

漁る あさる, すなどる, いさる to fish, to look for, to search for, to hunt for, to scavenge, to scrounge, to look through, to rummage through, to go on a spree (spending, reading, etc.), to binge / pescar a, buscar a

方角 ほうがく direction, way, point of the compass, cardinal direction, bearing, method, means, approach / dirección

観戦 かんせん watching a (sports) game, spectating, observing (military operations) / observación (de un combate, una batalla, un encuentro, un partido, etc.)

無残, 無惨, 無慚, 無慙 むざん cruel, merciless, atrocious, ruthless, cold-blooded, pitiful, tragic, horrible, miserable, breaking a religious precept without shame / crueldad, atrocidad, (a) sangre fría, tragedia, miseria

故に ゆえに therefore, consequently

邸宅, 第宅 ていたく mansion, residence / mansión, palacete, caserón

手引き, 手引 てびき guidance, lead, acting as guide, guide, primer, guidebook, handbook, manual, influence, connections, introduction, good offices / guía, manual

倣う, 傚う, 慣らう ならう to imitate, to follow, to emulate / imitar, seguir, emular

愚者 ぐしゃ fool, nitwit, The Fool (Tarot card) / bobo, tonto, estúpido, idiota

放つ はなつ to fire (gun, arrow, questions, etc.), to shoot, to hit (e.g. baseball), to break wind, to set free, to release, to let loose, to emit (e.g. light), to give off (e.g. a scent), to send out (a person to carry out a duty), to set fire to / liberar, soltar, pegar fuego a

吸い寄せる, 吸寄せる すいよせる to draw in, to attract

腕, 肱 かいな arm (esp. upper arm), counter used to measure the thickness of round objects

代弁, 代辨, 代辯 だいべん speaking by proxy, speaking for (someone else), acting as spokesman (for), representing (the views, feelings, etc. of), payment by proxy, compensation by proxy, paying on behalf (of), acting for (someone else), carrying out (on someone's behalf) / representación, compensación

寛容 かんよう tolerance, open-mindedness, forbearance, generosity, magnanimity / tolerancia

一存 いちぞん one's own discretion (idea, responsibility) / discresión propia de uno (idea, responsibilidad)

発覚 はっかく detection (of a plot, fraud, etc.), discovery, coming to light, being uncovered / descubrimiento, salir a la luz

ほざく, ホザく to say, to spatter, to prate, to prattle, to babble

消息を絶つ しょうそくをたつ to stop communicating, to never be heard from again, to lose contact

泳がせる およがせる to let someone swim, to let someone go free

渇仰, 渇ごう かつごう, かつぎょう adoration, reverence, esteem

探究心, 探求心 たんきゅうしん spirit of inquiry, spirit of enquiry

関与, 干与 かんよ participation, taking part in, participating in, being concerned in / intervenir, tomar parte, participar, intervención, participación, participación

見物, 見もの みもの sight, attraction, spectacle, something worth seeing

枷 かせ shackles, fetters, irons, handcuffs, restraint, constraint, bonds (e.g. family), ties, binding relationship, binding relationships, encumbrance / grillete, canga

後見人 こうけんにん guardian / guardián

闊歩, 濶歩 かっぽ striding, swaggering, strutting, lording it over others, acting as though one owns the place, throwing one's weight around

傷心 しょうしん heartbreak, grief, sorrow / pena, aflicción, duelo, amargura, congoja

危機回避 ききかいひ crisis prevention, crisis avoidance

本能 ほんのう instinct / instinto

惨殺 ざんさつ slaughter, massacre / matanza, masacre

忍びない しのびない cannot bring oneself (to do), unable to bear (e.g. seeing)

和気あいあい, 和気藹々, 和気藹藹, 和気靄々, 和気靄靄 わきあいあい harmonious, peaceful, congenial, friendly, happy / ambiente relajado y agradable, entorno muy acogedor y amistoso, atmósfera cálida y afable

下ネタ, 下ねた しもネタ, しもねた dirty joke, blue joke, indecent topic, bawdy subject, sex talk

奔放 ほんぽう wild, uninhibited, extravagant, rampant / salvaje, desinhibido, desenfrenado, extravagante

羞恥 しゅうち shyness, bashfulness, shame / timidez

[agentbreedlove]

3, 4, 17 for the book ask!

3. What were your top five books of the year?

Mexican Gothic by Silvia Moreno García. A gothic horror set in México in the 50s, it follows a young woman going to the aid of her cousin. Said cousin has just married into a mysterious English family who owns a silver mine in a remote mexican town. I've always seen a lot of hype around this book so I was a bit wary (also, I think the title is a bit goofy), but it ended up being incredible. Moreno García's prose is out of this world and the story was scary and twisty.

Distancia de Rescate (Fever Dream) by Samantha Schweblin. Short novela that blew my mind. Very hard to sumarize without spoiling anything, I think the title translation does honor to how it feels to read it. Set in Argentina, it deals with themes like motherhood, environmental issues and fear.

Madhouse at the End of the Earth: The Belgica's Journey Into the Dark Antarctic Night by Julian Sancton. A recounting of a real Belgian antarctic expedition in the 1800s, where their ship got stuck in the ice for nearly two years. A well reserached survival story. Interesting and well written, never dull. I read this on a ship and I recommend the experience

Las Cosas que Perdimos en el Fuego (Things We Lost in the Fire) by Mariana Enríquez. A short story collection from one of Argentina's top horror writter. A good introduction to her work, it quickly shows why she's a master of the craft. Deals with issues like misogyny, poverty, argentinian politics, etc.

House of Hollow by Krystal Sutherland. Three sisters went missing as children and returned changed, odd, different. Now as adults the older sister goes missing again, prompting the other two to search for her and finally unravel what actually happened to them. This is labelled as young adult but it doesn't feel like it. It was dark, slightly gory, intriguing. Stunning prose, I liked it so much I read it twice.

4. Did you discover any new authors that you love this year?

Krystal Sutherland, I'm eagerly waiting for her next book. Marian Enríquez, I already checked out herr other short story collection from the library.

17. Did any books surprise you with how good they were?

I randomly got approved for an advanced reader's copy of a book about an automaton. It's called Miracles and Machines: A Sixteenth-Century Automaton and Its Legend. It's an illustrated volume about a monk automaton in the collection of the Smithsonian Institution’s National Museum of American History. The book details how it was made, how it works, and everything people have done to track down its origins. I was surprised by how interesting it was and how much I learned.

Thank you so much for asking!

[goddesspharo]

Glen Powell, Daisy Edgar Jones, and Anthony Ramos living their best Brat Summer - 📸 Eddy Chen

[lu-ego-del-fuego]

something about us - Lu Ego Del Fuego - SoundCloud

Escucha something about us - Lu Ego Del Fuego de Lu Ego del Fuego en #SoundCloud

[esuemmanuel]

Me costó un gran pedazo de corazón liberarme de las cadenas a las que yo mismo me había sujetado, creyendo que lo que hacía era asegurar mi amor en la certeza de la eternidad, mas, me había equivocado. Confié, ciegamente, en las palabras de seres inanimados, entes faltos de moral y consciencia, esbirros nacidos del infierno que vestían prendas parecidas a las de los ángeles más bellos. Cuando pude ver la realidad, sentí cegarme y caer a un abismo que pensé no tendría salida; aun con las cadenas apretando mis muñecas y doblegando a mis alas, pude sentir la suavidad de la libertad hablarme al oído. Sí, había creído y caído, sumiéndome en un dolor con sabor a amarga decepción, pero, también, había aprendido a levantar la mirada al sol, buscando la luz y la salvación a mi pecado, porque había pecado, de cierta manera, al creer en alguien que no fuera yo, olvidándome de lleno de Mí y mi verdad. Una vez que abrí los ojos y miré de lleno al Sol, mis muñecas dejaron caer los grilletes de esas cadenas que imaginé me sostenían, mis alas se expandieron a mis costados, cosquilleándome la espalda y mis pies, los que pisaban el suelo, como raíces embebidas por la tierra, comenzaron a desprenderse de su cárcel para, ayudados por el movimiento de mis alas, que ya se ondulaban en el aire, a ascender hacia la salida de ese agujero en el que me había caído. Ascendí hacia los cielos, con las manos vueltas hacia las nubes, la mirada colmada de agua y los labios sonriendo en gratitud, mientras las cadenas se desvanecían en la distancia. Era libre, totalmente libre… Estaba empezando de nuevo, creyendo en Mí, en mi fuego interno, en mi fortaleza y voluntad, al tanto que el pasado se desmoronaba bajo mi vuelo.

"Hoy empiezo de cero a soñar".

Image copyright © Ruta Dumalakaite 2012

It cost me a great piece of my heart to free myself from the chains to which I had fastened myself, believing that what I was doing was to secure my love in the certainty of eternity, but I had been mistaken. I trusted blindly in the words of inanimate beings, entities lacking in morals and conscience, minions born of hell who wore garments similar to those of the most beautiful angels. When I could see the reality, I felt blinded and fell into an abyss that I thought would have no way out; even with the chains tightening my wrists and bending my wings, I could feel the softness of freedom speaking in my ear. Yes, I had believed and fallen, plunging into a pain that tasted of bitter disappointment, but I had also learned to raise my eyes to the sun, looking for light and salvation from my sin, because I had sinned, in a certain way, by believing in someone other than myself, forgetting all about Me and my truth. Once I opened my eyes and looked fully at the sun, my wrists dropped the shackles of those chains that I imagined were holding me, my wings expanded to my sides, tickling my back and my feet, those that were on the ground, like roots soaked by the earth, began to break free from their prison and, aided by the movement of my wings, which were already undulating in the air, to ascend towards the exit of that hole into which I had fallen. I ascended towards the heavens, with my hands turned towards the clouds, my eyes filled with water and my lips smiling in gratitude, while the chains faded in the distance. I was free, totally free… I was starting anew, believing in Me, in my inner fire, in my strength and will, as the past crumbled beneath my flight.

"Today I start from zero to dream".

— Esu Emmanuel©, Borrón y cuenta nueva (Clean Slate).

[quitealotofsodapop]

Siento que el rey mono seria mas abierto a contar sobre el fuego samadhi ahora que describieron la verdad (y ser padre lo hace mas empático con la situación). En el show de talentos siento que seria mas capaz de decirle a MK que no quiere participar, o que el mismo MK no lo considere por saber de su pánico escénico. (Antes veía la gran revelación en la batalla final con LBD burlándose de MK ''¿Serias capaz de matar a tu propio Baba?'' y revela el glamour. seria lo mas lógico que lo supieran en S2 y cubriera el agujero, al decirle que se van una temporada.)

translated from google:

"I feel like the monkey king would be more open to telling about fire samadhi now that they described the truth (and being a father makes him more empathetic to the situation). In the talent show I feel that I would be more capable of telling MK that he doesn't want to participate, or that MK himself should not consider it because he knows about his stage fright. (I used to watch the big reveal in the final battle with LBD taunting MK ''Would you be able to kill your own slime?'' and reveal the glam. It would be the most logical thing for them to know in S2 and cover the hole, telling him that they leave for a season.)"

SWK is def more empathatic. However a lot of details are altered in S2 & S3 cus of changes to the dynamics. During the Latern City talent show, Wukong is def allowed to sit it out cus of his stage fright.

[comfymoth]

Adjö by Aria, and just for you, I'll make it about Quackity (and Roier lol).

"Cisne blanco derramando soledad" (Quackity, bitchless)

"Ahogando el llanto del viento sur, ahogando nuestro dolor" (Me when I drown and my evil twin replaces me)

" Dime

¿Cuántas historias me has compartido,

en el pasar de la vida?

Dulce encanto sereno,

me hace llorarte una vez más.

Cisne negro." (Literally soooo what Quackity feels for Roier I'm throwing myself against a wall)

"Los anhelos queman, en la tierra austral.

Erosionan nuestros sentimientos.

Plumas caen como joyas al salar,

en aquel espejo de esmeralda." (ME WHEN I LOSE MY MEMORY AND AAAAAGGGGAHHGGGHGHAGGHGAG)

"Y la parvada, voló hacia el sol,

buscando un fuego perdido" (ok this one makes me think about the monster au actually and when Roier left, like, I imagine for Quackity it must have been hard to be in the middle of your friend group dissolving)

Anyways, it's a good song. I'm so happy I finally found it

- 🦷

HELPPP ohhhhh tooth anon i’m gonna go fucking crazyyyy, you can’t just DO this to me!!!! ;;;-;;; appealing right to my weak spot………. targeting me with my little guys…………………….

and i really like this guy’s voice, wow, this song goes hard as hell. well i’m glad you found it too!!! ahdkdj that’s so funny how that worked out

[idv-askchaoticduo]

A knock could be heard at Cristian's door along with quick steps going off far, opening the door a single letter could be found adressed to Cristian, it read...

No te quiero sino porque te quiero

y de quererte a no quererte llego

y de esperarte cuando no te espero

pasa mi corazón del frío al fuego.

Te quiero sólo porque a ti te quiero,

te odio sin fin, y odiándote te ruego,

y la medida de mi amor viajero

es no verte y amarte como un ciego.

Tal vez consumirá la luz de enero,

su rayo cruel, mi corazón entero,

robándome la llave del sosiego.

En esta historia sólo yo me muero

y moriré de amor porque te quiero,

porque te quiero, amor, a sangre y fuego.

—Crowell, A. ♡

Upon reading the note, it was clear that Cristian was speechless. His brain not being able to comprehend how this letter was written for him, he was almost sure people didn't like him in the manor.

Maybe it was all a joke to get his hopes up, yeah, that had to be. He would find whoever wrote this and! and... tell them to not waste their time on poems with no feelings behind it.

After reading the poem for a 5th time, Cris folded it neatly and saved it on his pocket...or that's what he was going to do before it got snatched off his hands by his brother.

"Heeey, what's this little thing about?"

"Give it BACK--"

Unluckily for him, Lawrence had quicked readed the thing in time. A face of surprise showing off before changing to a smirk.

"OoOoOh, you got a lil loverboy head over heels for you~"

"N-No! What I got is a nobody trying to fool me."

"Actually, that nobody is called Allan Crowell.'

". . . How are you so sure about it?"

"Y'see, one of my beloveds, a very handsome and lovely informant, is friends with the person that sent you this.. I heard he goes by 'The Poet'"

Cristian stood there dumbfounded for a moment, looking back at the letter in his hands.

"If it helps... third room, fifth floor... toodle-oo!"

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"I... I need to talk to him."

[daisychainsandbowties]

To follow-up on the other characters with this WN Dragon/Temeraire AU (because we've been talking so much about Ava & Bea & Lilith):

What are your thoughts on Camila's dragon's name? Because now I am reminded of how the Spanish football team is called La Furia Roja, and what if Cam calls her excitable dragon Furia, because that would be such a funny dissonance.

Yasmine, I think, is definitely the kind of person to give her dragon a traditional name by English standards. (I am imagining she's English.) So something with Latin roots.

Also, also, when Dora gets introduced, maybe she can have the American dragon. (I am going to push this American dragon agenda because pretty.)

Regarding the African dragons, I can't remember them allowing to be beholden/bonded with humans in such a way that they would do things for humans? They've always been their own masters, and even rule tribes/kingdoms sometimes, so I can't imagine an African dragon joining the OCS. I think there was one in Temeraire joining Laurence's company, but iirc that was under special circumstances? Or was that an Australian dragon? I can't remember now.

And circling back to the idea of one of the OCS having a Fleur-de-Nuit: what if it's not the OCS who has one but Adriel? (I feel bad villainising this dragon again, but imagine the demon army having this advantage!)

I am fully on board with Camila calling her Flecha-del-Fuego literally just rage - she would think it extremely clever: 

Cam’: ask me what i’m getting up to today, lilith?’ 

Lilith, in a long-suffering tone: ‘pray tell, what are you getting up to today.’

Cam: ‘i was thinking of going into a flying rage.’

Lilith: ‘i despise you. i resent you. i hate you.’

Cam: ‘nononono wait.’ - she climbs onto Furia - ‘if i were french i’d be en-raged.’

Lilith: ‘if only you were in the belly of a dragon.’

Cam: oh, you love me.

Lilith: *blushes and busies herself with Makaria's harness*

YES absolutely for the sheer Camila of it all it has to be Furia. & Cam dragon’s dragon is such a poseur but also very prettily coloured - black with red highlights on legs & belly & the ends of his wings - and the perfect companion for Cam because they both enjoy doing crazy loop-de-loops at high altitudes and once almost cause an international incident playing ‘dragon soccer’ (someone’s tail knocks over a cottage. probably Makaria’s). 

Yas would absolutely choose a traditional name - I have her down as from Egypt (which is nominally part of the Ottoman Empire at the time, though really only nominally, & it’s unclear based on the lore if that would be an actual place, but that area is I think under the jurisdiction of the Ottomans) but she has been in England since she was three. her dragon i’m thinking is a girl? I think she might choose an Egyptian-sounding name for her dragon, because you know that Yas is very passionate about her homeland. I like the idea of something unexpectedly short like Senu or Shay. 

i think someone should for sure have an American dragon, though unfortunately there would be many commonalities between British dragon-breeds and American ones, thanks to the fact that colonisation definitely did occur. (the same reason that there is little distinction between Irish and British native-breeds). there is not much detail about dragons native to the American continent (a bit more in Golden Age where we see that there was some mingling of draconic bloodlines, so perhaps something along those lines?) i cannot remotely think of a name for that dragon now, but it will depend on what kind of dragon it is, really. 

no, i can’t imagine an African dragon joining the OCS, though they might be willing to let the ocs assist with possessed dragons & demons from time-to-time (with a preference to simply manage it themselves, as they always have, but the ability to save possessed dragons instead of having to kill them would likely appeal). i can’t remember if it was an African dragon who joined Tem’s crew. there was Kulingile but that was the offspring of two of the Turkish ferals. 

also, yes absolutely. the Fleurs are heavyweights and fire-breathers, so it would suit Adriel perfectly. i think in this case the dragon would be possessed, but lengthily, so that there is likely nothing remaining of the original dragon’s personality.