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woso-dreamzzz · 4 months ago

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Award II

Alexia Putellas x Hardersson!Reader

Aitana Bonmatí x Hardersson!Reader

Natalia Guijarro (OC) x Hardersson!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: You are finally rewarded for being the best

You don't play football for the fame.

You've never played football for fame or money or awards.

You play football because you love it.

It's been apart of your life for as long as you can remember. Your parents still have your first Wolfsburg kit, back when you were a baby and couldn't do anything but cry.

The fame, the money, the trophies all just came along with the sport you love.

The responsibility of carrying your country and your club doesn't weigh on you much, not when you have such passion for the game and your teams.

The first time you felt such responsibility was on your youth team, captaining them to a successful Under-17 Euros. Then, the responsibility was back at Barcelona. You were made the third captain after half a season back from your loan to Lyon.

When you left, the responsibility stayed, being made the sole captain for your country. You've spent a year at Wolfsburg now, the club of your childhood, and the band for your club wraps around your arm in preparation for next season.

Denmark Youth Captain.

Barcelona Third Captain.

Sweden Senior Captain.

Wolfsburg First Captain.

You didn't play football to become a leader but somehow you've become one, moving from yelling orders from your defence to yelling orders at the whole team.

You are an expert keeper. You always have been.

People around you say you've made your mark on the game and you haven't even retired yet. People look at you for what a keeper should be, for how a leader should act.

(People whisper that all keepers coming up the ranks now try to mimic your style, your natural instinct and abilities).

It's only inevitable that you have the trophy cabinet to back up your skill.

Two World Cups sit in your cabinet. Two Golden Gloves as well.

Multiple Keeper of the Year trophies.

An Olympic medal.

A Euros medal.

And then awards for at club level too.

Liga F, Copa de la Reina and Supercopa sit in the apartment you used to share with Natalia with a Première Ligue and Coupe de France medal too.

Your Champion's League medals sit with Natalia's on the wall.

Everything you won at Linköping and Arsenal are at home in Sweden whilst your most recent Bundesliga and DFB-Pokal medals are at your apartment in Germany.

You are the greatest goalkeeper playing in the women's leagues at the moment and, while you cannot see it, everyone else knows it.

You've come to the ceremony to eat some of the bar food and maybe see some of your old Lyon teammates.

Talia has come to the ceremony to see you make history.

Alexia and Aitana are the ones presenting the award and just from the way they're smiling, Talia knows the result.

You've been ranked highly ever since your first nomination. That time, you'd ranked eleventh. Every time after that, you've finished in the top ten.

Your name is called and the world stops.

You suck in a breath, frozen in your seat like you're in the Champion's League final with only a one goal lead and the other team advancing on your goal with lethal efficiency.

You don't know what to do. You don't know what to say.

Your wife allows your tuck your head into her neck, not flinching as your tears drip down onto her suit blazer.

"It's okay, baby," Talia says to you," You deserve this so much."

She helps you to your feet, hiding your face as you wipe your tears where cameras can't see.

You force yourself to walk up the stairs to the stage without stumbling. You suck in a breath.

There it is.

The most prestigious award in football.

It was a few years ago now that Talia won hers. She'd had a standout season during her first as Barcelona's captain. She was lethal on goal for club and country.

There was never any doubt it would be here.

That's the way it always is.

Everyone always expects a striker or a midfielder. Sometimes, it's a defender. It's never been a keeper though, at least for the women's.

Second goalkeeper in history.

First female goalkeeper in history.

Aitana is the one nearest to you.

You're taller than her by a lot, towering over her but she still hugs you like you were little, like you were still the little girl she met when hunting down Pernille's shirt.

One of her hands comes up to cup your cheek.

"You've grown up," She says and you force yourself not to cry," You're so big now."

Alexia is next. You last saw her a few weeks ago when you came back to Spain for the weekend and attended one of Talia's games. Alexia made you come down from the stands and asked about Wolfsburg and how your season was going.

She was all business then and you'd been as vague as possible, in case she remembered something that could be used against you during the next rounds of the Champion's League.

But now, there's no hint of professionalism in her eyes as she pulls you into a hug.

"I told you," She whispers," I told you that you'd get this one day. Remember this feeling, okay? There's nothing better in the world. There's no one better in the world."

She pulls away and hands you the award.

You turn to the cameras, to the audience all on their feet clapping you.

You lift up your Ballon D'or for all to see.

#woso x reader #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas #aitana bonmati x reader #aitana bonmati #woso community #woso imagine #woso fanfics #woso #the big adventures universe

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simsontherope · 4 months ago

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Halte des Explorateurs

This bar was one of my oldest builds still present in my save. Initially, I just planned to update the decor, especially using content from the Cozy Bistro kit, but… I ended up changing its location to move it by the roadside, and I rebuilt it from scratch!

I am really satisfied with the result; I think this place has a very warm atmosphere! I hope your Sims will enjoy it as much as I do. 🍻

Location: Brindleton Bay (Whiskerman’s Wharf), Salty Paws Saloon.

Info: Residential, 15x20, bar.

Download the tray files: SimFileShare

Or use my EA ID simsontherope to find it in the gallery.

And feel free to browse through my other creations!

#The Sims 4 #Sims 4 #ts4 #sims4 #ts4cc #s4cc #ts4mm #s4mm #download #buildmode #NoCC

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supermaks · 6 months ago

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lowkey disappointed max couldn’t even be bothered to wear the Senna memorial shirt over his kit or under his jacket … and he didn’t even participate in the charity run. As a fan not a good look smh

Okay .. max has never expressed any hero worship for Senna or hinted at Sennas death influencing him any differently than Gilles Villeneuve’s, Elio de Angelis’, Anthoine Huberts’, Jules Bianchis, or last years Dilano Hoffs, etc. Max always turns up to the paddock in his rbr polo and shirt, it’s his look, it’s been the safe bet for years. It’s possible that Seb didn’t get the Senna shirt to him in time, that he was already late ((which he was lmfao)) and didnt find an opportunity to change before the ceremonies, or maybe he just .. didn’t want to put it on. Bottas didn’t wear his shirt either. Max was there for the moment of silence, he held the Brazilian flag wid some other drivers. The run wasn’t for charity, just in tribute of Senna and Ratzenberger. Idk if max participated or not but isn’t this .. obsession wid Max’s behavior not a lil belittling of the event. Like Senna is obvi a huge figure in Sebs life, which explains why he hosted this event, brought merch, and will be driving the McLaren MP4/8 this weekend. I’d also expect the drivers who have called Senna their ‘hero’ in the past to be present and have tributes of their own. Max participated, paid his respects, but ur gonna berate him for .. not doing it the way U wanted him to for some reason? Yall turn into actual cops whenever that mf enters the chat I’ve never seen shit like this in my life. Please rest. Btw Brazil currently faces one of the worst natural disasters in history so feel free to help here and here. here is the link to Sennas charity foundation.

#ask #‘fan’#cw death #long post #f1

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fatliberation · 1 year ago

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The Fat Protestor

by @sparklejams and @jordallenhall

For everyone showing up to protest the US government funding of a genocide -- be loud, be safe. Your body is a force. If you are able, use it.

Police identify people by body type/clothing. Be aware (as if you could possibly forget) that you don't have the privilege of blending into the crowd.

Be aware that fatmisic police protocol and infrastructure can endanger your life during arrest.

Let this inform the risk that you take.

If you get arrested: raise hell about being cuffed with your hands in front of your body.

Mid-fat, super-fat, and infinifat people are especially at risk of positional asphyxia when cuffed with their arms behind them. Be especially vocal about any stress position where your knees are raised (sitting on a low police van bench, for instance).

Police typically don't listen to folks when concern is expressed over being cuffed in the back -- be loud. Verse yourself and your community in de-arresting practice. These risks are not commonly known, though are present not only for fat people, but also those with asthma and other breathing difficulties.

Make sure the people you are with are informed of these risks before protesting.

Direct action is sweaty. Prepare against crease rashes (yep - it's a normal self care maintenance thing if you have skin rolls/folds. It's normal. It's common. It's nothing to be ashamed about.) by drying with paper towels, using antiperspirant or cornstarch under your breasts/belly. When you get home, shower and treat with a wound cleanser (shoutout bactine spray) or a tea tree oil balm or soap as needed.

Our fat bodies are magnificent contributions at protests. Our fat bodies take more effort to move - think of all the wonderful ways we can use this to our advantage at a protest or direct action. We can block pathways and hold precious land with our fat bodies. We can shield and protect precious people with our fat bodies.

Bring:

• Change of socks. If you get caught in the rain or doused with water, or even if you sweat through your socks - walking around in wet socks will cause bad blistering.

• Light first aid/bandaids

• Water, snacks, meds

• A physical copy of your emergency contact in case of arrest

Try to go with other fat people. Comrades in normative bodies may not always consider your body and what is safe for you - so make sure you loudly advocate for yourself and your needs within whatever group you are with.

Stay cool. Take breaks. Sit or stop when you need to. Try to be hyper-mindful of getting overheated.

In case of hospitalization:

• Make a packet containing all medical info, advance directives, and emergency contacts. Put it in a clear sleeve with a humanizing photo of you with loved ones at the front.

• Learn more about how to make a Connection Kit and humanize yourself to healthcare workers in the Know Your Rights Guide on nobodyisdisposable.org

Remember that there is so much to do beyond the front lines.

• Provide jail support (wait to greet released protesters with water, snacks, hugs, and rides home).

• Provide your home as a central prep and recovery space before/after.

• Stay near the action and offer your car as a mobile phone charging station.

• Provide childcare.

• Drop off supplies.

Honor your body as a resource for civil disobedience. Center your needs.

#fat activism #activism #protesting #the fat protestor #free palestine

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yamayuandadu · 1 year ago

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Horned hermits and immoral immortals: an inquiry into Zanmu's background

As you might remember from my previous post covering Zanmu, I was initially unable to tell how her historical background led to ZUN choosing to make her an oni. The historical, or at least legendary, Zanmu seemed to be, for all intent and purposes, a human. That has since changed, and the matter now seems considerably more clear to me. Read on to learn more about the real monk Zanmu is based on, and to find out what she has in common with the most famous Zen master in history, Taoist immortals, and Tsuno Daishi. Even if you are not particularly interested in Zanmu, this article might still worth be checking out, seeing as the discussed primary sources are also relevant to a number of other Touhou characters, including Byakuren, Yoshika and Kasen.

As in the case of the previous Touhou article, special thanks go to @just9art, who helped me with tracking down sources advised me while I was working on this.

The historical Zanmu

Statue of Zanmu from the Sazaedo pagoda (Fukushima Travel; reproduced for educational purposes only) As already pointed out by 9 here even before my previous post about Unfinished Dream of All Living Ghost, Zanmu is based on a real monk also named Zanmu. His full name was Nichihaku Zanmu (日白残夢), and he also went by Akikaze Dōjin, but even Japanese wikipedia simply refers to him as Zanmu. ZUN basically just swapped one kanji in the name, with 日白残夢 becoming 日白残無. The character 無, which replaces original 夢 (“dream”), means “nothingness” - more on that later.The search for sources pertaining to the historical Zanmu has tragically not been very successful. In contrast with some of the stars of the previous installments, like Prince Shotoku or Matarajin, he clearly isn’t the central topic of any monographs or even just journal articles. Ultimately the main sources to fall back on are chiefly offhand mentions, blog articles and some tweets of variable trustworthiness. The only academic publication in English I was able to locate which mentions Zanmu at all is the Japanese Biographical Index from 2004, published by De Gruyter. The price of this book is frankly outrageous for what it is, so here’s the sole mention of him screencapped for your convenience:

The book referenced here is the five volume biographical dictionary Dai Nihon Jinmei Jisho from 1937. I am unable to access it, but I was nonetheless able to cobble together some information about Zanmu from other sources. Not much can be said about Zanmu’s personal life. He was a Buddhist monk (though note a legend apparently refers to him as “neither a monk nor a layperson”, a formula typically designating legendary ascetics and the like) and a notable eccentric. Both of these elements are present in the bio of his Touhou counterpart.

The Sazaedo pagoda (Fukushima Travel; reproduced for educational purposes only)

Zanmu’s tangible accomplishments seem to be tied to the temple Shoso-ji, which he apparently founded. He is enshrined in the Sazaedo pagoda near it, though this building postdates him by over 200 years. It’s located in Aizuwakamatsu in Fukushima. You can see some additional photos of his statue displayed there in this tweet. It’s a pretty famous location due to its unique double helix structure, and it has a pretty extensive article on the Japanese wikipedia. It’s also covered on multiple tourist-oriented sites in English, where more photos are available (for example here or here). There’s even a model kit representing it out there. Sazeado’s fame does not really seem to have anything to do with Zanmu, though. While many Buddhist figures ZUN used as the basis for Touhou characters in the past belonged to the “esoteric” schools (Tendai and Shingon), Zanmu was a practitioner of the much better known Zen, specifically of the Rinzai school.

The kanji mu (無 ) caligraphed by Shikō Munakata (Saint Louis Art Museum; reproduced for educational purposes only) Since the concept of “nothingness” or “emptiness” represented by the kanji 無 (mu) plays a vital role in Zen (see here or here for a more detailed treatment of this topic; it’s covered on virtually every Zen-related website possible though), and there’s even a so-called mu kōan, it strikes me as possible this is the reason behind the slightly different writing of the names of ZUN’s Zanmu, as well as the source of her ability. Granted, the dialogue in the games makes it sound like Zanmu (and by extension Hisami) just talks about nothingness as a memento mori of sorts, which is not quite what it entails in Zen. Of course, ZUN does not adapt Buddhist doctrine 1:1 (lest we forget Kasen seemingly being unaware of the basics of Mahayana in WaHH) so this point might be irrelevant.

The legendary Zanmu

The eccentric monk Ikkyū (center), as imagined by Kawanabe Kyōsai (Egenolf Gallery; reproduced for educational purposes only)

A number of legends developed around the historical Zanmu. If this blog post is to be trusted, there is a tradition according to which he was a student of arguably the most famous member of the Rinzai school, and probably one of the most famous Buddhist monks in the history of Japan in general, Ikkyū. He is remembered as the archetypal eccentric monk, and spent much of his life traveling as a vagabond due to his disagreements with Buddhist establishment and unusual personal views on matters such as celibacy. As I already said in my previous article pertaining to Zanmu, long time readers of my blog might know Ikkyū from the tale of Jigoku Dayū and art inspired by it, though since this motif only arose in the Edo period it naturally does not represent an actual episode from his very much real career.

A page from Ikkyū Gaikotsu (wikimedia commons)

In art a distinct tradition of depicting Ikkyū with skeletons developed, as seen both in the case of works showing him with his legendary student Jigoku Dayū and in the so-called Ikkyū Gaikotsu. Skeletons also played a role in Zen-inspired art in general (for more information see here). Whether this inspired ZUN to decorate Zanmu’s rock with bones is hard to determine, but it does not seem implausible. It would hardly be the deepest art history cut in the series, less arcane of a reference than the very existence of Mai and Satono or Kutaka’s pose. Obviously, it does not seem very plausible that Ikkyū ever actually met the historical Zanmu. Ikkyū passed away in 1481, and Zanmu in 1576, with his birth date currently unknown. Even if we assume he was a particularly long-lived individual and by some miracle was born while Ikkyu was still alive, it is somewhat doubtful that an elderly sick monk would be preaching Zen doctrine to an infant. However, apparently legends do provide a convenient explanation for this tradition. Purportedly Zanmu lived for an unusually long time. The figure of 139 years pops up online quite frequently, and does seem to depend on a genuine tradition, but even more fabulous claims are out there.

Kaison Hitachibō, as imagined by an unknown artist (wikimedia commons)

According to another legend, Zanmu was even older, and in fact remembered the Genpei war, which took place in the Heian period - nearly 400 years before his time. Supposedly he told many vivid tales about its famous participants, Yoshitsune and Benkei. A tradition according to which he was himself originally a legendary retainer of Yoshitsune, the warrior monk Kaison Hitachibō (常陸坊海尊) developed at some point. This has already been pointed out by others before me in relation to the Touhou version of Zanmu. From what I’ve seen, some Japanese fans in fact seem excited primarily about the prospect of Zanmu offering an opportunity to connect Touhou and works focused on the Genpei war. The tradition making Zanmu a centuries-old survivor from the Heian period must be relatively old, as his supposed immortality is already mentioned in Honchō Jinja Kō (本朝神社考; “Study of shrines”) by Razan Hayashi, who was active in the first half of the seventeenth century, mere decades after Zanmu’s death. While I found no explicit confirmation, it seems sensible to assume this legend was already in circulation while Zanmu was still alive, or at least that it developed very shortly after he passed away. Perhaps he really was invested in accounts of that period to the point he sounded as if he actually lived through it.

The choice of Kaison as Zanmu’s original name in the legend does not seem random, as there was a preexisting tradition according to which this legendary Heian figure was cursed with eternal life for betraying Yoshitsune by fleeing from the battlefield instead of remaining with his lord to die. You can read more about this here. Apparently there is a version where he instead becomes immortal to make it possible to pass down the story of the Genpei war to future generations (this is the only source I have to offer though), and there's even a well-received stage play based on it, Hitachibō Kaison (translated as "Kaison, priest of Hitachi") by Matsuyo Akimoto. Another thing worth pointing out is that Kaison was seemingly a Tendai monk from Mount Hiei, which means that even though Okina isn’t in a new game, you can still claim she’s metaphorically casting her shadow over it in some way if you squint (and that’s without going into the fact sarugami are associated with Mount Hiei). I've seen two separate sources which mention that according to a legend he trained Benkei there, and that the two did not get along because Kaison was a corrupt monk (lustful, keen on substance abuse, greedy, the usual routine). You can access them here and here,but bear in mind they're old. Zanmu’s Genpei war connection does not really seem to matter in Touhou, though, as ZUN pretty explicitly situated his version in the Sengoku period, with no mention of earlier events. Granted, if you like it, this should not prevent you from embracing the view that Zanmu is an alter ego of Kaison as your headcanon - as I said people are already doing that. It seems equally fair game as “Okina is Hata no Kawakatsu”, easily one of the most popular “historical” headcanons in the history of the franchise. According to this twitter thread, the legends about Zanmu’s longevity (or immortality) have a pretty long lifespan themseles, as they were referenced by relatively high profile modern writers, like Orikuchi Shinbou and Tatsuhiko Shibusawa.

Buddhist immortals

A word carving of a sennin, "immortal" or "hermit" (wikimedia commons)

Legends about long-lived (or outright immortal) monks, such as Zanmu or Kaison, are hardly uncommon. A work which seems to be the key to understanding their early development, and by extension possibly also the portrayal of Zanmu in Touhou, might be Honchō Shinsenden, “Records of Japanese Immortals”. This title refers to a collection of setsuwa, short stories typically meant to convey religious knowledge or morals. Its title pretty much tells you what to expect. Honchō Shinsenden is an interesting work in that while it in theory deals with Buddhism, and largely describes the individual immortals as, well, Buddhists, it ultimately reflects a Taoist tradition. There is a strong case to be made that it was an inspiration for another Touhou installment, specifically Ten Desires, already, seeing as it mentions prince Shotoku and Miyako no Yoshika and its Taoist-adjacent context has a long paper trail in scholarship, but I will not go too deep into that topic here - expect it to be covered in a separate article later on. Stories of immortals are pretty schematic, and their protagonists can be categorized as belonging to a number of archetypes. I think it’s safe to say this has a lot to do with the self-referential character of this sort of literature - compilers of new works were obviously familiar with their forerunners, and imitated them for the sake of authenticity. In China, literary accounts of the lives of immortals circulated as early as in the first century BCE, with the concept of immortals (xian, 仙, read as sen in Japanese; this term and its derivatives have various other translations too, with Touhou media generally favoring “hermit”) itself already appearing slightly earlier. It seems Shenxian Zhuan (Biographies of Spirit Immortals) by a certain Ge Xuan, certified immortals enthusiast and cinnabar-based immortality elixir connoisseur (discussing and developing immortality elixirs was a popular pastime for literati in ancient and medieval China), can in particular be considered the inspiration for the later Japanese compilation. While the concept of immortals was largely developed by Taoists, tales focused on them were already not strictly the domain of Taoism by the time they reached Japan. They were embraced in Chinese culture in general, both in strictly religious context and more broadly in art. In Japan, they came to be incorporated into Buddhist worldview, and in fact Honchō Shinsenden states that their protagonists can be understood as “living Buddhas” (ikibotoke), a designation used to refer to particularly saintly Buddhists. Their devotion to both Buddhas and other related figures, and to local kami, is stressed multiple times too.

Presumably this was the result of the influence of the Japanese Buddhist concept of hijiri (聖), a type of particularly rigorous solitary ascetic in popular imagination regarded as almost divine. Needless to say, most of you are actually familiar with the hijiri even if you never read about them, as this is the source of Byakuren’s surname and a clear influence on her character too. In Honchō Shinsenden, it is outright said that the sign 仙, normally read as sen, should be read as hijiri in this case.

A portrait of Huisi (wikimedia commons)

The notion of extending one’s lifespan was not incompatible with Buddhism, as evidenced by tales of adepts who lived for a supernaturally long period of time to show their compassion to more beings or to get closer to the coming of Maitreya. Even the founder of the Tiantai school of Buddhism (the forerunner of Japanese Tendai), Huisi, was said to meditate in hopes of extending his life to witness Maitreya. At the same time, Chinese compilations of stories about immortals do not list Buddhists among them, in contrast with Japanese ones. This might be due to the rivalry between these religions which was at times rather pronounced in Tang China, culminating in events such as emperor Wuzong's persecution of Buddhism. Let’s return to Honchō Shinsenden, though. Its original author was most likely Ōe no Masafusa, active in the second half of the eleventh century. No full copy survives, but the original contents can nonetheless be restored based on various fragmentary manuscripts. Some of the sections are preserved as quotations in other texts or in larger compilations of stories, too. I have seen claims online that the historical Zanmu is covered in some editions of the Honchō Shinsenden or works dependent on it. So far I was only able to determine with certainty that Zanmu is covered alongside the immortals from Honchō Shinsenden in at least one modern monograph (Nishi-Nihon-hen by Kōsai Chigiri; if anyone of you have access to it I’d be interested to learn what exactly it says about Zanmu) and a number of posts and articles online. However, he lived around 400 years after this work was completed, so he quite obviously does not appear in its original version, contrary to what the Touhou wiki says right now. Masafusa does not necessarily portray the immortals as pinnacles of morality, and indeed moral virtues do not seem to be a prerequisite for attaining this status in his work. It is therefore possible that despite being setsuwa, his tales of immortals were an entirely literary endeavor and were not meant to evoke piety, let alone promote the worship of described figures.

A recurring pattern which unifies all of these tales is describing immortals as eccentric. As I already noted, this is a distinct characteristic of the historical Zanmu too, and it comes up in the bio of his Touhou counterpart as well. She has “reached the absolute pinnacle of eccentricity”. It seems safe to say ZUN is aware of that pattern, then, and consciously chose to highlight this. He also stresses that Zanmu has lived through an era of marital strife, specifically through the Sengoku period. The inclusion of such episodes is another innovation typical for Japanese immortal tales, and does appear to be a feature of the tradition pertaining to Zanmu’s counterpart too, as discussed above. Horned hermits?

A modern devotional statuette of Laozi with horns, found on ebay of all places; reproduced here for educational purposes only.

There is a further possible feature of Zanmu that might be tied to Honchō Shinsenden. While there are numerous physical traits attributed to immortals in Chinese sources, Masafusa decided to only ever highlight two. One of them are unusual bones, the other - horns on the forehead. Tragically one of my favorites, square pupils (mentioned in Liexian Zhuan), is missing. Masafusa relays that an anonymous hijiri, the “Rod-Striking Immortal”, grew stumpy horns as a sign of attaining his supernatural status.This might be a stretch, but perhaps Zanmu, due to being the Touhou version of a legendary immortal, also already had horns before becoming an oni. You have to admit it would be funny.

The two horns - or rather small bumps, based on available descriptions - characteristic for some immortals were known as rijiao (日角; “sun-horn”) and yuenxuan (月懸; “moon crescent”). Such unusual physical features were already attributed to various legendary and historical rulers and sages in China in the first century CE, so this is not really a Taoist invention, but rather an adoption of beliefs widespread in China in the formative years of this religion. They also intersected with the early Buddhist tradition about the so-called “32 marks of the Buddha”, documented for example in Mahāvastu and later in Chinese Mahayana tradition which Taoist authors were familiar with. Yu the Great, the flood hero, was among the legendary figures said to possess horns in Chinese tradition. It is even sometimes believed Laozi had them when he was born, which according to Livia Kohn was meant to symbolically elevate him to the rank of such mythical figures as Fuxi.

While this is ultimately a post focused on Zanmu, I think it’s worth pointing out this belief in horned ascetics has very funny implications for Kasen. Being a “horned hermit” is not really an issue, it would appear. If anything, it adds a sense of authenticity. Clearly Kasen needs to study the classics more.

Immortals (and mortals) in hell

One last connection between Zanmu and legends about immortals is her role as an official in hell. However, this is much less directl. Early Chinese sources mention “Agents Beneath the Earth” (dixia zhu zhe 地下主者), a rank available to low class immortals choosing to serve in the land of the dead. They could be contrasted with the immortals inhabiting heaven, regarded as higher ranked than them. However, note that there are also many narratives focused on mortals becoming officials in hell - in Japan arguably the most famous case is the tale of Ono no Takamura, a historical poet from the early Heian period. In Chinese culture there are multiple examples but I think none come close to the popularity of judge Bao. It does not seem any immortals playing a similar role retain equal prominence in culture. Ultimately this paragraph is only a curiosity, and a much closer parallel to Zanmu's role in hell exists - and it’s connected to materials ZUN already referenced to booth.

Corrupt monks, oni and tengu

Ryōgen, the most famous monk turned demon, and his alter ego Tsuno Daishi (wikimedia commons)

In addition to characterizing Zanmu as eccentric, ZUN also wrote in her bio that she is a corrupt monk. As we learn, she developed a belief that the best way to reconcile the Sengoku period ethos which demanded boasting about the number of enemies killed with Buddhist precepts was to focus on spirits rather than the living, since she will basically deliver salvation to them. She ultimately “absorbed some beast-youkai spirits, thus discarding her life as a human”. This to my best knowledge does not really match any genuine tradition about the historical Zanmu, related figures or anyone else. As far as I can tell, it’s hard to find a direct parallel either in irl material or elsewhere in Touhou... at least if we stick to the details. More vaguely similar examples are not only attested, discussing them was for a time arguably the backbone of Buddhist discourse in Japan, and neatly explains why Zanmu became an oni. The idea that monks who broke Buddhist precepts in some way turned into monsters is not ZUN’s invention. It first appears in sources from the Heian period, and gained greater relevance in the Kamakura period. Particularly commonly it was asserted that members of Buddhist clergy who fail to attain nirvana turn into tengu. However, oni were an option too. Bernard Faure points out that Ryōgen, the archetypal example of a fallen monk (see here for a detailed discussion of this topic, and of his return to grace as a demon keeping other demons at bay), could be described as reborn as an oni, for example. The Shingon monk Shinzei is variously described as turning into an oni, a tengu or an onryō (vengeful spirit). Oni are also referenced in a similar context in Heike Monogatari alongside tenma, a term referring to demons obstructing enlightenment in general.

Corrupt monks turned into tengu in the Tengu Zoshi Emaki (wikimedia commons)

Typically it was believed that monks who turned into demons went to a realm variously known as makai, tengudō or madō. As you may know, normally there are three realms one should avoid reincarnating in - beasts, hungry ghosts and hell - but this was basically a bonus fourth one. Granted, this view was not recognized universally, and the alternative interpretation was that it was just a specific hell with a distinct name. At the absolute peak of this concept’s relevance, the foremost Buddhist thinkers of these times, including Nichiren, were accusing each other of being demons. Additionally, some of the past emperors, especially Sutoku and Goshirakawa, could be presented as tengu, for example in Hōgen monogatari. There was also an interest in finding gods who could keep the forces of disorder at bay. You can see echoes of these beliefs in rituals pertaining to Matarajin, which ZUN rather explicitly referenced in Aya's route in Hidden Star in Four Seasons. Typically the reason behind transformation into an oni, tengu or another vaguely similar being were earthly attachments. Alternatively, it could be pursuing gejutsu, “outside arts”, essentially teachings which fell outside of what was permitted by Buddhism. Note this does not necessarily mean anything originating in religions other than Buddhism, though, the term is more nuanced. So, for instance worship of kami or following Confucian values are perfectly fair game. A synonymous term was gedō, “heretical” way (on the use of the term “heresy” in the context of study of Buddhism see here). We can make a case for Zanmu’s bio alluding to that - she wanted to adhere to the social norms of the Sengoku period by symbolically taking in a headcount by absorbing spirits, I suppose. That’s not really a thing in any Buddhist literature, though, and I assume ZUN came up with this himself. Conclusion While this article is slightly less rigorous than my recent research ventures pertaining to Matarajin, let alone the Mesopotamian wiki operations, I hope it nonetheless sheds some additional light on Zanmu. I will admit I already liked her even before I started digging into the possible inspiration behind her, and finding out more only strengthened my enthusiasm. While there are clear parallels between Zanmu, her namesake and a variety of other characters from Japanese and Chinese literature and religions, as usual for a character made by ZUN her strength lies both in creative repurposing of these elements and in adding something new.

Postscriptum: Zanmu and Tang Sanzang?

Xuanzang, as depicted by an unknown Qing artist (wikimedia commons) While much about Zanmu’s character - her backstory as an eccentric fallen monk who became a demon, her apparent zen theme, and so on - all form a coherent whole, there is a tiny detail which does not really match anything else discussed in this article. It does not come from her dialogue or bio, but rather from Enoko’s. As we learn, she became immortal herself after eating a piece of Zanmu’s body back when the latter was still a human. Or rather, the combination of that and subsequently consuming a magical gemstone as recommended by Zanmu did it - I’m pretty sure I misread this before. As 9 pointed out to me, probably the implications are just that Enoko’s backstory is a partial reference to Perfect Memento in Strict Sense, which does state that consuming the flesh of a monk would be a particularly suitable way for an ordinary animal to turn into a youkai. Still, comparisons between this tidbit and Journey to the West have been made by others before already, so I figured it would be suitable to address them here even if they lie beyond my own argument about the inspiration behind Zanmu. In this novel, many demons want to devour its protagonist Tang Sanzang because his flesh is said to make anyone who consumes immortal. This is because he is a reincarnation of Master Golden Cicada (Jinchan zi, 金蟬子), a disciple of the Buddha invented for the sake of the story. Interestingly, Sanzang is portrayed as an adherent of Chan Buddhism, the school from which Japanese Zen is derived (note that his historical forerunner Xuanzang belonged to the Yogācāra tradition instead). Despite the vague similarities, I ultimately do not think there are particularly close parallels between Zanmu and Sanzang. For starters, Zanmu is meant to be a corrupt monk, while Sanzang is the opposite of that. Their respective characters couldn’t differ more either. Throughout the entire novel, Sanzang is a pretty poor planner, shows doubt in his own abilities, and regularly misjudges the situation. Needless to say this does not exactly offer a good parallel to Zanmu. Sure, she creates a bootleg Wukong, but Sanzang did not create Wukong, the famous primate was just assigned to him as a bodyguard. Therefore, until evidence on the contrary appears (for example in an interview) I would personally remain cautiously pessimistic regarding a possible connection here. Recommended reading

Bernard Faure, Rage and Ravage (Gods of Medieval Japan vol. 3)

Noga Ganany, Baogong as King Yama in the Literature and Religious Worship of Late-Imperial China

Zornica Kirkova, Roaming into the Beyond: Representations of Xian Immortality in Early Medieval Chinese Verse

Christoph Kleine & Livia Kohn, Daoist Immortality and Buddhist Holiness: A Study and Translation of the Honchō shinsen-den

Livia Kohn, The Looks of Laozi

James Robson, The Institution of Daoism in the Central Region (Xiangzhong) of Hunan

Haruko Wakabayashi, From Conqueror of Evil to Devil King: Ryogen and Notions of Ma in Medieval Japanese Buddhism

Idem, The Seven Tengu Scrolls. Evil and the Rhetoric of Legitimacy in Medieval Japanese Buddhism

#touhou #zanmu nippaku #nippaku zanmu

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chiquititamia · 7 months ago

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Make you feel better

Enzo vogrincic x reader Primera parte de mi segundo fanfic 💕Enzo es tu mejor amigo y entiende que necesitas sentirte mejor con la regla ❤️‍🔥warnings: de momento el smut es leve, pero la segunda parte será explícita. 💬Agradecería mucho vuestras opiniones. Os leo!

Make you feel better

Nunca te había dado tan fuerte. Es decir, sí, la regla normalmente te daba más hambre de lo normal o náuseas, según el mes. Algunas veces también experimentabas dolores de cabeza muy profundos, que te tenían en la cama durante tardes o días enteros.

Otros meses sin embargo…los síntomas eran otros.

Una especie de celo, de heat, se apoderaba de tu cuerpo; a menudo te despertabas con una sobreestimulación que había transcendido de un sueño y te había hecho meter tu mano entre tus piernas. Después de trabajar, a veces incluso antes de prepararte la cena te tumbabas en tu cama para aliviar la calentura que habías arrastrado durante el día.

Aquel día habías tenido que cumplir con varios mandados desde por la mañana: que fuera tu día libre en el trabajo no quería decir que pudieras descansar, al fin y al cabo, vivías sola y tú eras la única que se iba a encargar de las tareas de la casa como limpiar, cocinar e ir a la compra.

Muy para tu desgracia tu healthy you era quien había ido al supermercado, comprando todo tipo de comida sana, que, además, implicaba una elaboración, la cual no estabas dispuesta a realizar en ese momento. Matarías por un poco de tu chocolate favorito.

Te apresuraste a meterte a la ducha, debías estar algo presentable: tu mejor amigo, Enzo, vendría a pasar el rato contigo y quizá ver una película.

Ya tenías puesta ropa cómoda para andar por casa: una camiseta que te quedaba gigante y unos shorts. Te habías puesto un sostén al salir de la ducha, pero tus pechos se notaban tan hinchados que decidiste quitártelo, dolorida.

Te estabas peinando tu largo cabello mojado hacia atrás cuando el ruido del timbre te sobresaltó.

-Cómo vas, chiquita? -Enzo te saludó con dos besos.

- Podría estar mejor… - te lamentaste.

- Y eso? – Enzo pasó a tu lado y colgó su chaqueta en el colgador de detrás de la puerta.

-No es nada…

-Ah, bueno, mira lo que te traje – Enzo sacó del bolsillo un par de kit-kats de fresa-tus favoritos-y los agitó delante de ti.

Si fueras un dibujo animado se verían estrellas brillantes sobresaliendo de tus ojos.

Sin mediar palabra se los arrebataste de las manos y le abrazaste.

- ¿Che, qué bicho te picó? - dijo Enzo divertido.

Ignorándole corriste hasta tu cuarto con la chocolatina en la mano dispuesta a sentarte en tu cama. Estaba anocheciendo, así que iluminaste la habitación con la guirnalda de lucecitas que colgaba en el cabecero de tu cama, en adición con la lámpara de lava que casi siempre estaba encendida.

Era viernes de películas: el mejor día de la semana. Desde hacía un tiempo, os habíais propuesto ver una película de terror cada fin de semana. A veces de horror clásico, como El exorcista o La Matanza de Texas, y otras, sobre todo cuando las eligías tú, de terror ‘elevado’, como Hereditary o Babadook. Enzo era, como siempre le decías para molestarle “un viejito en cuerpo joven”, y tenía debilidad por el cine del siglo pasado. Ambos cedíais en vuestros gustos con el fin de pasar un buen rato. Aunque os gustase joder, en realidad erais muy buenos amigos.

¿Amigos? “Sí, amigos”- te tenías que recordar a ti misma de vez en cuando, cuando te despertabas totalmente excitada por haber soñado que hacíais todas esas cosas que no hacen los amigos. Enzo era innegablemente atractivo, sobre todo cuando le mirabas con esa sopa de hormonas que era tu cuerpo en esos días. Pero atractivo o no era tu amigo, y eso se respetaba. Además, ¿qué pasaría si un día hicieras un comentario o un movimiento fuera de tono? Toda vuestra amistad se vería arruinada por algo tan mundano. Ni hablar.

Enzo no era el único que había traído un detalle. Esa misma mañana, en la universidad habías ido a hablar con el “proveedor” oficial de vuestro grupo de amigos y te había dado hierba de la mejor calidad.

La tarde transcurría entre el humo del porro que os estabais pasando mientras veíais la película Déjame salir de Jordan Peele.

-Ese chabón está muerto- comentó Enzo intentando adivinar el destino del pobre protagonista.

Tú apenas le estabas prestando atención a lo que dijo, ni a la película, tu mente se estaba perdiendo por unos lugares absurdos de los que nada bueno podía salir. Te sorprendiste a ti misma saboreando la boquilla del pucho, por el simple motivo de que se encontraba mojado con su saliva. De repente estabas visualizando su boca, sus labios. Despierta, pendeja, ¿qué te pasa?. Te pateaste a ti misma mentalmente por si quiera atreverte a explorar esos terrenos.

Tal y como si fuera un castigo divino por tus pensamientos impuros una tremenda punzada te atravesó el bajo vientre haciendo que contrajeses la expresión de tu rostro y gimieras de dolor por lo bajo. Aunque trataste de disimularlo, tu amigo se dio cuenta mirando un par de veces para cerciorarse de que te había visto retorcerte por el rabillo del ojo. Rápidamente alcanzó el control remoto de la televisión y paró la película.

-Bo, qué tenés? -su expresión contenía más gravedad que la que el asunto requería, por la cara que su amiga ponía podría estar sufriendo un ataque al corazón- Habláme!

Hiciste un gesto con la mano y negaste con la cabeza, dándole a entender que no sucedía nada y que ibas a estar bien, pero su cara decía todo lo contrario, a juzgar por sus ojos aún fuertemente cerrados.

-Contáme qué tenés, boluda, me estás asustando!

-Es solo un…calambre- gruñiste tú luchando por mantener la compostura. Si no lograbas recomponerte le tendría que explicar en detalle lo que le pasaba y, además de la pena que te daba, no tenías ningunas ganas de hablar con aquel dolor apuñalándote.

-¿Comiste algo malo? -se alarmó- ¿fueron mis chocolates?- Sus ojos se habían encendido como dos alarmas de incendio, era hasta adorable el repentino miedo que su amigo estaba sintiendo por ella.

¿Qué te pasa, tarada? ¿Cómo puedes estar disfrutando que tu mejor amigo se preocupe por ti y la pase mal? - te mortificaste.

-Che, Enzo, tranquilízate, sólo es mi periodo … - trataste de sonreír.

Él pegó un resoplido digno de un caballo de carreras, aliviado. Sólo era eso.

-Dale, mirá que sos dramática nena, por un poco de sangre de nada El moreno se rio sin ser consciente de la mirada asesina con la que le estabas fulminando. Si tuvieras poderes ahora mismo tu amigo habría estallado en llamas y estaría corriendo en círculos por tu pieza.

-No…voy a opinar. Seguí con la peli- trataste de respirar profundo como te había enseñado tu terapeuta, no había caso de comenzar una pelea con tu amigo, y menos en esa situación. Tu apartamento podría convertirse en La casa de las dagas voladoras.

-No, dale, chiquita, no podemos seguir viendo la peli como si no pasase nada, no soy tan así, te estaba jodiendo.

Buscaste un atisbo de diversión en su mirada, anticipando que se fuese a burlar de ti una vez más. Algo que en realidad te hubiera dolido. Pero no lo encontraste, parecía hablar en serio.

-Lo que te duele es la panza, ¿no?

Bajaste la mirada y asentiste.

-Mirá, no tienes que avergonzarte ni preocuparte, me he criado con mi madre y mi hermana, y también he tenido novia, sé de qué va

-No me digas -respondes sarcástica. Como si haberlo contemplado le pudiera hacer entender qué era lo que carajo sentías.

-Bueno, a ver, nunca lo podré saber, soy un varón, pero si que puedo intentar ayudarte. – al decirle esto le puso una mano en su bajo vientre, el cual notaba arder por dentro. Al notar su mano grande y cálida te estremeciste, cosa que pareció asombrarle. No le había sonado exactamente a un sonido de dolor por tu parte – ¿qué más te duele, chiquita?

Estaba claro que Enzo no era consciente del impacto que un solo roce y un solo nombre podía significar para ti viniendo de él, especialmente en ese momento tan hormonal del mes. Sentías que tu aliento era tan cálido que te quemaría la garganta y qué él notaría esa temperatura saliendo de tu interior si llegabas a exhalar cerca de él.

-Y bueno, los senos – dijiste en un tono bajo, aunque intentabas sonar confiada. Con lo que no habías contado es con que ese comentario habías dirigido su mirada directa hacia Tus pechos, que, para más inri estaban desprotegidos de una capa protectora extra de un sostén. ¿Se adivinarían demasiado tus pezones a través de la gastada camiseta que estaba vistiendo?

-E-eso es normal- Enzo tampoco estaba haciendo un gran trabajo sonando casual- ¿querés que te traiga una infusión o algo?

-No, eres muy dulce, pero eso no me ayudaría. ¿¿Qué?? Ahora le llamás dulce a tu mejor amigo. No, nena, estás perdida. Además, ¿para que le dijiste que te dolían las tetas?

-Está bien, pues no se me ocurren más ideas, nena.

-Sigamos viendo la peli, de veras que estoy… casi bien.

-Si vos decís…

Pasaron unos minutos, quizá una media hora y continuaste viendo la película, que estaba llegando a su punto más álgido de tensión, aunque eso poco te importaba.

Otra oleada de dolor inevitable te inundó nuevamente, y, aunque trataste de disimular, esta vez había sido un pinchazo aún más fuerte que el anterior. Sentiste como si alguien hubiera logrado meter la mano en tu vientre y estuviera estrujando tu útero con el puño como quien escurre una esponja. Además, podías jurar que notabas tus pechos como dos globos a punto de estallar, y, a la vez como si la superficie de estos se encontrase cubierto de hematomas, como si realmente te hubieran dado una paliza.

Enzo, sin apartar demasiado la mirada de la pantalla – al menos que tú hubieras visto- pasó uno de sus brazos por tus hombros, acercándose más a ti, para después empezar a acariciar tu panza con una mano y tu hombro derecho con la otra. Tras un par de caricias de tanteo, su diestra comenzó su arriesgado viaje hacia tu pecho. No podías creerlo, te habías congelado y no querías hacer ningún movimiento, por leve que fuera, que pudiera ser malinterpretado, no querías parecer ofendida y que parase. Lo que más deseabas que sucediera estaba ocurriendo. Un deseo nublado por las hormonas revolucionadas que parecían salir de tus poros y por el dolor, sí, puede ser, pero en ese momento no se te ocurría ninguna buena razón para pedirle que parase.

Sin mayores miramientos, su manó abarcó tu pecho con cuidado, su pulgar y su índice rozaban tu pezón con delicadeza, mientras que el resto de sus dedos masajeaban el resto de tu seno.

-Enzo… -comenzaste por lo bajo

-Shh…- te mandó callar como si la película fuera lo más importante de ese momento.

De alguna forma que no supiste explicar, el calor de tu entrepierna estaba sustituyendo más pronto que tarde al dolor que hasta hace unos minutos estabas sintiendo, lo cual te avergonzó, ¿no era que te dolía tanto?

Continuó ejerciendo la presión necesaria para que tu sufrimiento se suavizara. Estabas usando todas tus fuerzas para no gemir de placer, el volumen de la televisión no sería la suficiente para tapar el sonido que luchaba por salir de tu garganta.

La película termina.

Enzo se aparta de ti suavemente para volver a alcanzar el control remoto y parar la reproducción automática de Netflix.

-Y, ¿qué querés hacer ahora? – preguntó como si nada.

-La puta madre, Enzo, ¿¿cómo que qué quiero hacer ahora?? – estabas entre divertida e indignada

-Sí, ¿querés ver otra peli? Nos queda pendiente Midsommar, eh.

-Enzo, ¿vos me estás jodiendo? ¿Hace dos segundos me estabas tocando una teta y ahora me decís que quiero hacer? – intentabas que no te temblase la voz.

-Y, sólo quería ayudarte, vi que te estaba doliendo.

Eso te desarmó parcialmente, ¿qué podías responder a eso? Guardaste silencio.

-Nena, yo no quiero que estés mal, y si te puedo ayudar, ¿qué tiene?

-…

-Yo sé que hay ciertas cosas que pueden ayudar a las mujeres cuando se sienten así – dijo mirándote a la cara, clavando sus ojos negros en los tuyos. Ahora, por fin, podías notas un ligero tinte en sus mejillas, al menos un atisbo de igualdad de condiciones.

-¿Ciertas cosas? -Sí, bo, seguro que tus ex noviecitos te intentaban hacer sentir mejor, ¿no?

Ouch. Eso había escocido. No, ni mucho menos tus anteriores parejas habían movido nunca un dedo por hacerte sentir mejor acerca de eso (ni acerca de nada en general). ¿Y por qué ese tonito burlesco y eso de decir “ex noviecitos”?

Enzo pudo adivinar por tu expresión que no había sido así, pero decidió no hurgar más en la herida.

-¿Querés que te haga sentir mejor?

Notabas tus mejillas y todo tu cuerpo arder, notabas tu pulsación tan fuerte que creíste que se podía advertir a simple vista en tu piel, que todo tu calor y excitación era visible, pero no se lo querías dejar ver.

-¿Y qué pasa con nuestra amistad? Se arruinará todo y yo no quie-

Enzo te calló posando su dedo índice estirado en tus labios.

-A mí no me vas a perder nunca.

Suficiente. Eso fue suficiente para romperte y que se formaran lágrimas en tus ojos. Bastante sensible estabas ya como para que se le ocurriese ser así de lindo. A Enzo siempre le había gustado molestarte. En honor a la verdad, tú también le molestabas a él, pero siempre habías sabido que te quería a su manera, después de todo, eran muchos años los que habías compartido juntos.

Él se dio cuenta de que tus ojos estaban vidriosos y se acercó para abrazarte en la cama.

-Hey, no… no llores

En ese momento te liberaste de su abrazo para besarle. No en la boca, aún no tenías el coraje, si no en su perfecta mandíbula, entre otras cosas, para hacerle saber que aceptabas su oferta.

Él entendió el mensaje y acarició tu cara, limpiando tus lágrimas con delicadeza.

-Te voy a hacer sentir bien, chiquita.

Entonces, te dio un beso en la frente y separándose levemente puso sus manos en tus hombros y te presionó hacia atrás, para indicarte que te recostaras.

Tú obedeciste y miraste al techo que estaba iluminado por tus luces azules de ambiente, era vuestro cielo particular.

Díganme si tienen ganas de que suceda!!

Parte 2

#enzo vogrincic x reader #lsdln cast #enzo vogrincic smut #society of the snow #enzo vogrincic fanfic #enzo vogrincic #enzo vogrincic imagine #enzo vogrincic x you #lsdln smut #lsdln x reader #enzo vogrincic fluff

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yzashaven · 11 months ago

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꒰ 2023 CHRISTMAS SPECIAL ! ꒱

‹𝟹﹒scaramouche x gn!reader

꒰ঌ ໒꒱﹒fluff! ✰ use of y/n ✰ not proofread!

꣑୧﹒if you saw my previous post about this, no you didn't! also, this one's a bit late (as per my time because it is 12am the 27th but i'm sure it's okay ;; can be read as scaramouche or the wanderer!!

꒰ general﹒taglist ꒱ @yukiitaooo @s-cara @kana-de @ciarchivez @m0uchie @ashrodisiac

you were setting up the fireplace in the living room to radiate some heat in the room. it was snowing outside as the wind howled loudly, lakes were frozen, cars were covered in thick layers of snow as the roads outside were as well. as you step back to admire the calming scenery of your living room, a sound could be heard from the front door.

ding dong...!

the doorbell rang, intriguing your curiosity, who could be at your door at this hour? in this kind of weather?

you quickly made your way over to the front door and unlocking it, opening it up soon after. your eyes lit up as you were greeted by him, smiling at you gently, he seems to be holding a few presents.

"merry christmas, love." scaramouche's voice soft as a feather. with a faint blush spreading across your cheeks, you greet him back before embracing him in a warm hug, gesturing for him to come inside.

—✰

you cuddled by the fireplace as you had some hot chocolate together. he also took the time to have brought a gingerbread house kit to make with you, it was a bit messy and the house was slightly crooked but nevertheless, you had lots of fun together.

in the kitchen, you also had some time to make some christmas cookies. of course during these times, a flour blowing battle seems to be necessary—playfully blowing flour from your palms to each other's face which definitely ruined the kitchen, demanding clean up. the cookies ended up way better than expected though, earning you both a delicious dessert to feast on together.

and surely christmas wouldn't really be a christmas without a few gifts being given out. he gave you different presents, being items you had wanted for a long time now; you did the same, of course, giving him thoughtful gifts that he loved so much.

one of his adorable presents for you was a ring. a promise ring to be exact.

"y/n, will you marry me?" he asks dramatically, kneeling down on one knee as he opened up the box with an elegant rose on the top of it. you chuckled and playfully hit him, "get me an engagement ring, maybe then i'll say yes." he responds with light laughter, "don't worry, i'll be sure to get you one next time."

#♡.･ signed by yza ✰°｡⋆#♡.･ dearest kuni ✰°｡⋆#scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x y/n #wanderer x reader #wanderer x you #wanderer x y/n #scaramouche fluff #wanderer fluff #gn!reader

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anem1cprincess · 2 months ago

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Eu ganhei um presente de aniversário atrasado de uma tia né, aí ela me deu um esmalte, um kit de shappo e condicionado e um pijama, só q o pijama ficou grande em mim, o short só n caiu pq minha bunda e "grande" pq na cintura ele ficou enorme, será q as pessoas me veem tão grande assim? Será que eu sou uma balofa não assumida? Será que eu sou uma porca? Será que 39kg ainda n é suficiente?

#garotas bonitas não comem #emagrecer #transtornoalimentar #ana y mia #bulimist #borboletando #ed brasil #anabrasil #anor3c1a #borboletei

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ncstya · 3 months ago

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# ʚ♡ɞ 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐙 𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒Á𝐑𝐈𝐎, 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐎 .

Mesmo sendo uma grande patricinha que adora gastar dinheiro com presentes caros, Anastasia prefere, em aniversários, planejar algo que realmente faça com que o aniversariante sinta-se especial. No aniversário de @aguillar, dia 17 de agosto, não poderia ser diferente. Como era uma surpresa, entrou sorrateiramente e colocou os presentes para o semideus em frente à porta do quarto dele. Foi embora antes de ser vista. Antes mesmo de ler o bilhete, era óbvio tratar-se de um presente de Anastasia, que fazia questão de borrifar um dos vários perfumes favoritos em cada um dos itens (exceto, é claro, nas flores).

O kit de aniversário de Santiago contém:

Um buquê de rosas vermelhas que continha um pequeno bilhete escrito : You're sunlight through a window, which I stand in, warmed (frase de uma das suas autoras de romance contemporâneas favoritas).

Uma caixa coberta de um papel vermelho e um laço dourado. Ao abrir, é encontrado algumas folhas, levemente amassadas. São um dos capítulos do livro de romance que Anastasia escreve e foram escritas do ponto de vista do protagonista, inspirado em Santiago. A outra parte do que tem é outra pequena caixinha preta, quase imperceptível em meio às folhas perfeitamente amarradas. Quando aberta, é possível ver um pequeno relicário prateado em formato de coração e com rosas em alto-relevo. Dentro dele, existe uma foto de ambos, tão antiga que provavelmente já tinha sido esquecida por Santiago, e, no outro, escrito A & S.

#eu ia colocar gif no fundo do segundo edit mas aí eu falei CHEGA já é 2h da manhã #ʚ♡ɞ aguillar .#ʚ♡ɞ edits .

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samueldays · 5 months ago

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Bake the cake and cheer the queer

Professional footballer Mohamed Camara, who plays for AS Monaco in France, has been benched for the next four matches for refusing to take part in an anti-homophobia campaign, the French League (LFP) announced on Thursday.

RT, BBC. (a, a)

I have very little original to say here, the standard beats have been rehashed repeatedly in a dozen vaguely-similar situations and a hundred hypothetical arguments: bake the cake, free speech, taking a knee, BLM, imagine if you were on the other side, is this positive or negative rights, ha ha vengeance, contractual obligations, it's no different from displaying advertiser symbols, it's different because it's a moral claim, it's different because the queers act entitled to unpaid advertisement, et cetera.

Still, this is not a speculative hypothetical with many possible suppositions, this is a real event. It is sometimes relevant to know that this happens outside of internet arguments. And it's interesting to see people who don't feel the need to present any kind of excusing principle, like France's sports minister.

France's sports minister has called for the "the strongest sanctions" to be taken against Mohamed Camara and Monaco after the midfielder covered up anti-homophobia messages on his shirt.

All Ligue 1 clubs wore the campaign logo on their kits at the weekend, while the competition's emblem displayed rainbow colours as part of an initiative by the Ligue de Football Professionnel (LFP), the body that runs the top two tiers of French football. Mali international Camara placed white tape over the logo on his chest and also covered up the league's rainbow badge on his sleeve during Monaco's 4-0 win over Nantes on Sunday, in which the 24-year-old scored a penalty. "It is unacceptable behaviour," sports minister Amelie Oudea-Castera told French radio station RTL on Monday. "I had the chance to tell the LFP what I thought about it and I think such behaviour must be subject to the strongest sanctions against the player and the club which allowed it to happen."

"and the club which allowed it".

Decades of liberal propaganda about freedom and secularism and conscience and individual rights and consenting adults and blahblahblah led to this shit, not only "cheer the queer" but demanding the football club be an enforcement arm to make people cheer the queer. What posed as liberation turned out to be a struggle for the whip hand, and Amelie doesn't feel the need to pretend otherwise now that she's comfortably in power.

A point I want to make here is the continuity of liberalism. There was no schism in liberalism about this. It advanced smoothly from cheering queers a little to cheering queers a lot. Liberals have long been insistent that Real Liberalism is whatever liberals want now and it changes when they discover new modes of liberation. Liberalism rejects being limited by any charter, constitution or creed of dead white males.

apropos of other recent posting @vriskakinnieaynrand

#all #politics #flamebait #liberalism #bake the cake

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grailfinders · 7 months ago

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Grailfinders #338: Taisui Xingjun

if I can say one nice thing about taisui xingjun, it’s that lasengle went out of their way to make him feel very cursed. sometimes waiting for a servant to pop up in their event gives you cool new abilities to work with that aren’t part of their in-game kit, and sometimes they show up at the last second, throw out a vague party buff on for the last fight, and then fall asleep immediately. this time’s the second one.

thankfully, taisui’s not all that difficult a build, at least on the surface. he’s a Divine Soul Sorcerer, and that’s it! though to be fair, that class alone is really kind of mashing together two classes as-is, so he’s still not that simple.

check out his build breakdown below the cut, or his character sheet over here!

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Ancestry & Background

if we were being more objective taisui’d probably be a custom lineage, but it’s our build and I want him to be able to turn into his big form at will, so he’s a Changeling. with that, he gets proficiency in performance and persuasion, and his plastic presentation makes him a Shapechanger as well, so he can turn into any small or medium race as long as they have the same number of limbs, and you can’t turn into anyone specific without having seen them first. on top of all that, you get bonuses of +2 Charisma and +1 Dexterity.

finally, your background. you literally just sit there the whole event until like three deus ex machinas pile on top of each other to summon you into a vaguely human body, so that sounds like the Book of Many Things’ new background, the Rewarded, to me. that nets you proficiency in Insight and Animal Handling, as well as the Lucky feat for literally free. why anyone would ever pick a different background ever again, I don’t know, but now you get three luck points a day, and you can spend them forcing a reroll on any d20 roll directly affecting you and pick the better option of the two. whomst’d’ve the fuck thought putting that on a background was balanced.

Ability Scores

your highest score is your Charisma, because you’re basically skating by on your good looks and hoping that’s enough to make people farm the ungodly number of Cons needed for all your ascensions and NP levels. it is, but that doesn’t mean I’m happy about it. second highest is your CON. yep, there’s a buncha them in there. third is Dexterity, because you don’t wear armor. like, at all. honestly this should probably be lower considering how easily you get eaten, but I’m trying to make a build that’ll survive level 1. after that comes your Intelligence, because the Con are quick studies at least when it comes to construction and video games, so they’re at least a little above average. that means your Strength is nothing to write home about- you’re a god, but you’re a kid, and your arms are kind of noodly. finally, we’re dumping Wisdom. as the Con you’re easily swayed, and as a god your tired ass isn’t helping anyone on watch duty.

Class Levels

1. as mentioned before, you’re a Divine Soul Sorcerer, which gives you Spells you cast using your Charisma. before we go into those, you also get Divine Magic, letting you pick spells from the cleric spell list as well as the sorcerer’s. you also get Inflict Wounds for free for your spooky shadow hands. I know taisui is technically true neutral, but his god form’s a god of curses and retribution, so I’m saying at the very least his powers are evil-leaning. speaking of, you’re Favored by the Gods, so if you fail a save or attack, you can add 2d4 to it once a short rest. whether being favored by this god is a good thing or not is anyone’s guess.

so then, spells! for cantrips, Blade Ward will keep your body in once piece for now, Morgan worked hard on that, while Chill Touch is another kind of spooky hand that prevents people from healing, which is pretty cursed in my book. you can also whip out your bell and Toll the Dead, dealing extra damage to injured targets, your you can curse someone with an Infestation, forcing them to move in a random direction if they fail a constitution save.

for leveled spells, Bane is a light cursing for a first level spell, forcing up to three creatures to make a charisma save. if they fail, every attack or save made for up to a minute gets a d4 taken away from it. we’re also giving you Mage Armor for +3 AC because we’re not that sadistic. even if taisui is.

oh, speaking of saves, you have proficiency in Constitution and Charisma saves, as well as Arcana and Religion. you kind of are a god, after all.

2. second level sorcerers become a font of magic! rn that just means u can cast another first level spell every day, like your new one, earth tremor! most of you is still down there, after all, just twitch a lil.

3. congrats! you survived long enough to get second level spells! now you can feed your party parts of yourself to aid them, giving them a bigger hp bar for the day! you also learn metamagic this level, so now your font of magic actually does stuff that’s important! you can spend your sorcery points to make a spell heightened, giving your target disadvantage to their save, or careful, automatically making the save for some of your friends! taisui’s got kind of a yin-yang thing going on between his feeding and his cursing, so this is the best of both worlds!

4. since ur kind of a nega-jupiter, you’re now a scion of the outer planes! yaaaay! since your god’s evil, you get resistance to necrotic damage, and you get chill touch again!

you can also cast mold earth to cover yourself up again, and you can cast wither and bloom! with this spell, every creature you choose takes necrotic damage, and one creature you choose can roll a hit die and gain hp back! it’s literally everything you do in a single spell!

5. fifth level, you have magical guidance, spend sorcery points to reroll checks, whatever! the important thing is now you can bestow curses! the phb gives some suggestions, but really you can do anything your dm lets you get away with!

6. sixth level divine souls have empowered healing, so whenever you or someone next to you heals someone, you can spend a sorcery point to reroll some of those dice, once a turn! i’m not sure if that works for life transference or not, but either way this spell makes feeding yourself to someone a lot more visceral. you take damage, and then someone else gets healed for twice the amount of damage you took!

7. you can now give urself an aura of purity, making friendly creatures in it immune to disease, resistant to poison damage, and they get advantage on saves against a buncha common status effects too!

8. at eighth level you get another ASI, so now you’re a Baleful Scion. that rounds up your Charisma and lets you pull people into the Grasp of Avarice- once a turn, you can add some necrotic damage to the damage you deal, which also heals you for that amount. your best healing spell so far uses your HP, so you need to fill that back up somehow.

you can also summon a Spirit of Death for an hour, making a floaty medium boy you can ride around on! you don’t even need to spend any actions commanding it or nothin’. it can only attack one creature at a time, but it’ll lock on to them and let you know where they are the whole time!

9. you can now make an insect plague! don’t misspell that, trust me. now you can make a 20’ radius sphere of locusts that obscure the whole place, and everything inside it has to make a constitution save or get piercing damage!

10. tenth level sorcerers have another kind of metamagic like extended, doubling the length of a spell you cast, up to an hour. you can also cast resistance to protect someone from a saving throw-related dangers.

speaking of saves, you can cast the most messed-up spell in the game, Contagion! if you hit your target, they have to make a constitution save at the end of each turn, working like death saves. after three successes, the spell ends. after three failures, you can curse them with a terrible disease for seven days.

11. at eleventh level, you can cast sixth level spells like Heroes’ Feast! after casting this, you can feed yourself to up to twelve creatures, curing them of all diseases and poisons, immunity to poison and being frightened, and they had advantage on all wisdom saves! on top of that, they gain extra HP, and all for a full day! just… maybe don’t tell them what the feast’s made of.

12. twelfth level, another ASI! bump up that Con for more Cons! it’s health, you’ll get more health. this is retroactive, remember, so you get an extra 12 HP this level.

13. thirteenth level sorcerers get seventh level spells, and its time to get real curses! with Divine Word you can hit any number of creatures within 30’ of you, forcing a charisma save on all of them. depending on how many HP they have, they’ll become deafened, blinded, stunned, or even straight up dead if they fail a charisma save. this also banishes any celestial, fey, or fiend if they’re not from around here, so that would make Dagon a real cakewalk. also, on the “instantly killing people” front, this gives you more than enough room to take out some poor bastard’s whole extended family.

14. your Angelic Form is a lot different than most people would expect, but you can still use your bonus action to fly around on your curse lump, with no limit on flight time!

15. eighth level spells! you can now Regenerate your allies by forcefeeding them a whole Con, giving them a healthy amount of HP immediately, with a trailing 1 HP per turn for an hour afterwards. two minutes into the spell any missing limbs grow back, though they can also instantly be reattached by just slappin ‘em back on if you got ‘em.

16. another ASI, another Con for more HP.

17. you can now use twinned metamagic, turning a single-target spell into one that hits two creatures!

speaking of single target spells, Power Word Kill’s a hell of one, ain’t it? if the chosen target has 100 HP or less, they die instantly! no saves, no nothin’.

18. you spent so much time putting Cons into other people, we almost forgot to get some Cons into you! with Unearthly Recovery, letting you spend a bonus action to regain half your HP once a day! big heal energy.

19. one last ASI before the build finishes! with the Tough feat, it’s like you ate two Cons at once, giving you an extra 38 HP now, plus another two next level.

20. at level twenty you get the sorcerer’s capstone, Sorcerous Restoration! every short rest, you get four extra sorcery point!

…yeah there’s a reason we usually multiclass.

Pros and Cons

Pros:

you have an amazing Con-stitution for a caster, giving you way more HP than most would expect of you. having a healer that doesn’t die easy is super helpful. this also means you have great con-centration. your more powerful spells don’t need it, but dropping a spell always hurts.

not only are you a great healer, you’re great at making other people heal too! you also have access to some strong defensive buffs like heroes’ feast, aura of purity, and resistance. also, being able to grow back limbs can be pretty useful!

you also dish out devastating debuffs, destroying enemy defenses with divine words, curses, and disease.

Cons:

yep, there’s a lotta them in there.

(but seriously, a lack of direct attacks drags fights out, the sorcerer capstone sucks)

#fgo #fate grand order #D&D 5e #DND #Taisui Xingjun

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little-big-fan · 1 year ago

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Imagine com Taehyung (BTS)

Romancing

n/a: Esse imagine ficou simplesmente GIGANTE. Espero muito que gostem, eu adorei escrevê-lo. Mais uma vez, peço desculpas caso algum elemento da cultura coreana esteja errada, não sou especialista <;3

Contagem de palavras: 3,697 + fake chat

— Como foi a viagem? — Tae perguntou deixando largando as duas xícaras de chá na pequena mesa de centro da sala.

— Foi ótimo. — Sorri. — Quer ver as fotos?

— Claro.

Tirei o celular do bolso traseiro da calça, entrando na galeria para mostrar algumas das centenas de fotos que havia tirado na estadia em minha terra natal. Taehyung arrastou o corpo pelo sofá, se aproximando para conseguir enxergar a pequena tela. Passei pelas fotos das paisagens, das selfies na praia, até chegar na festa de despedida que a família havia feito um dia antes da minha volta para a Coreia.

— Quem é esse? — Perguntou rápido depois de ver a imagem por um milésimo de segundo.

— Ah… Esse é meu primo, Paulo. Fomos criados quase como irmãos. — Sorri. Na foto, brincando com o fato de ser muito mais alto que eu, Paulo apoiava o braço sobre a minha cabeça enquanto eu fazia uma careta.

— Vocês são muito próximos? — Me olhou de lado.

— Muito. — Passei o dedo para o lado, mostrando outra foto com o meu primo, onde agora ele me carregava em suas costas. O moreno estalou a língua dentro da boca e se afastou, encarando a televisão desligada á nossa frente. — Ei, você não precisa sentir ciúmes. — Me aproximei, voltando a sentir o calor que seu corpo emanava. — Paulo é como um irmão, mas o meu melhor amigo é você. — Sorri.

— Sei. — Virou o rosto, tentando esconder o sorriso que se formava ali.

— Já que está bravo… não vai querer o presente que eu trouxe. — Suspirei, fazendo o meu melhor para fingir desapontamento. Virando o rosto rápido, ele arregalou os olhos puxadinhos.

— É óbvio que eu quero! — Disse me fazendo rir.

— Espera aqui. — Declarei.

Levantei do sofá e fui até o pequeno Hall onde havia deixado a minha mala. Retirei a caixinha embalada com cuidado e voltei. Tae sorriu e agradeceu antes mesmo de abrir o presente, mas soltou uma risada alta ao ver o conteúdo.

— Assim você me faz parecer um bêbado. — Declarou ao encarar o “kit caipirinha”.

— E você não é? — Provoquei, recebendo um peteleco leve na testa como resposta.

— Eu gostei muito, obrigado.

— Ah, tem mais uma coisa. — Lembrei. — No fundo da caixa. — Tae retirou a garrafa de cachaça artesanal e o copo da caixa, encontrando no fundo o chaveirinho de plástico com uma foto nossa estampada. — Fui eu quem colocou a foto, então não tem perigo de vazar.

— Acho que essa foi a minha parte preferida do presente. — Disse segurando o objeto pequeno entre os dedos, deixando um sorrisinho bobo estampar seus lábios.

— Fico feliz que tenha gostado.

— Eu senti a sua falta. — Me olhou. Ignorei o pulo que meu coração deu dentro do peito, reação que ultimamente vinha acontecendo sempre que ele estava por perto.

— Nós nos falamos todos os dias. — Falei envergonhada.

— Não é a mesma coisa. — Deu de ombros. Colocando a caixa ao seu lado no sofá, ele se aproximou um pouquinho mais, afastando com a ponta dos dedos gelados uma mecha de cabelo que caiu sobre o meu rosto. — Pelo facetime não posso ver você direito, nem sentir suas bochechas quentinhas ou o cheiro do seu cabelo. — Sua voz naturalmente grossa ficava mais baixa a cada palavra, ficando quase mascarada pelas batidas do meu coração idiota. — Não sentiu nem um pouquinho a minha falta?

— Eu… — Me perdi nas palavras. A proximidade de seu rosto do meu, seu polegar fazendo carinho na minha bochecha, as pintinhas fofas espalhadas pelo seu rosto bem desenhado. Era tudo demais.

— Você? — Esboçou um sorrisinho e ergueu as sobrancelhas, como se soubesse o efeito que tinha sobre mim.

— Claro que senti a sua falta. — Tae abriu um sorriso sincero, e passou a ponta da língua pelo lábio inferior, chamando a minha atenção para aquela parte.

Engoli a saliva que se acumulou em minha boca, sentindo um calafrio percorrer minha espinha. Apertei os lábios, tentando dissipar um pouco do nervosismo. Parecia que o espaço entre nós era cada vez mais mínimo, já podia sentir sua respiração bater contra o meu rosto quando o toque do seu celular fez com que toda a atmosfera acabasse em apenas um segundo.

Afastei meu corpo para a ponta do sofá enquanto ele se desculpava e saía da sala para atender.

Esfreguei as mãos pelo rosto, respirando fundo e torcendo que não estivesse tão perceptível o quão nervosa estava.

— Desculpa, era do estúdio… — Ele disse voltando.

— Tudo bem. — Forcei o sorriso. — Está ficando tarde, então acho melhor eu ir. — Falei levantando.

— Não quer ficar?

— Não! — Falei alto demais. — Eu ainda preciso colocar as coisas de volta no lugar e…

— Quer que eu te leve então?

— Não precisa. — Neguei com a cabeça. — Boa noite.

Me sentindo uma idiota, me joguei na cama assim que entrei no meu quarto. Afundei o rosto no travesseiro, xingando a mim mesma baixinho. Precisava superar a queda que há algum tempo havia desenvolvido pelo meu melhor amigo. Sabia muito bem que Tae não me olhava com outros olhos, e que, desde o ensino médio, eu ocupava apenas o posto de melhor amiga.

Não sei exatamente quando tudo isso começou. Quando meu coração passou a bater mais forte por ele, quando os meus pensamentos passaram a ser preenchidos por imagens suas. Talvez fosse o fato de que mesmo sendo mundialmente famoso ele nunca mudara a sua essência. Ou por sempre me dar atenção, mesmo estando mais do que ocupado.

Tae foi a primeira pessoa com quem fiz amizade ao chegar na coreia, anos atrás quando meu pai foi transferido por conta do trabalho. Mesmo com a barreira de idioma, ele se esforçou, me ajudou em cada um dos pequenos passos que precisei dar e se tornou essencial.

Depois de mais uma vez chegar a conclusão de que não conseguiria superá-lo, decidi me contentar com a premissa de poder passar a vida ao seu lado como amiga. Como sempre fui. Torceria e vibraria em cada uma das suas conquistas, seria seu apoio em momentos difíceis e estaria lá para observar de fora a sua felicidade um dia.

— Quer beber hoje? — Ele perguntou assim que atendi a ligação. Abri meus olhos com dificuldade, olhando as horas.

— São oito da manhã! — Falei desacreditada.

— A noite. — Respondeu como se fosse óbvio.

— Onde?

— Sua casa?

— Pode ser. — Resmunguei, esticando meu corpo preguiçoso sobre a cama.

— Até mais tarde então. — Disse feliz antes de desligar.

Não consegui voltar a dormir, ansiando pelo momento em que a campainha ia tocar e ele chegaria. Preparei algumas coisas para comermos e coloquei uma música ambiente baixinho. Esse era um programa frequente entre nós, já que sair em público podia ser arriscado. Seus fãs já me conheciam (até mesmo me dando o apelido de “chaveiro”) por estar sempre presente. Mas Tae se incomodava com a exposição extrema, qualquer mínimo movimento que ele fizesse virava notícia, por isso ficamos muito mais em casa do que em outros lugares.

A campainha finalmente tocou, mas antes que eu pudesse chegar até lá, a senha da fechadura digital foi colocada e ele entrou. — Espero que me ensine a usar isso. — Cantarolou me mostrando que havia trago seu presente.

Já imaginando que ele faria isso, pedi que me acompanhasse até a cozinha. Lavei os utensílios do kit para começar o meu tutorial.

— Existem várias receitas de caipirinha. — Falei lavando os limões. — Vou ensinar do jeito que meu pai me ensinou.

— Uhhh, receita de família? — Falou baixinho, como se guardasse um segredo de estado.

— Pode se dizer que sim. — Sorri. — Okay, vamos lá. Como esse copo é bem grande, vamos precisar de dois limões. — Falei pegando um e lhe estendendo o outro. — Precisamos tirar toda a casa, inclusive a parte branca, senão vai ficar amarga rápido. — Tae me ouvia com atenção. Mostrei a ele a forma mais fácil de tirar a casca, e depois cortei os dois limões em pedaços pequenos, colocando na coqueteleira do kit. — Agora, amassamos com isso. — Ergui o socador.

— Deixa que eu faço. — Disse pegando os objetos da minha mão e começando a amassar as frutas lentamente.

— Sabe, o limão não vai reclamar se fizer um pouco mais rápido. — Alfinetei. — Agora, três colheres de açúcar. — Falei quando vi que já tinha bastante suco.

— Junto com o limão?

— Isso, você amassa mais um pouco, assim não fica granulado na caipirinha. — Tae abriu a boca, como se eu tivesse acabado de revelar algo bombástico. Não consegui evitar achar fofo como ele se animava com cada mínima coisinha. — Agora, coamos isso e colocamos no copo. — Coloquei a peneira pequenininha do kit, que cabia perfeitamente no copo. Com cuidado ele derramou o líquido ali, usando uma colher para mexer na polpa que se acumulou. — Quer forte?

— Claro. — Revirou os olhos de forma teatral.

Abri a garrafa e cachaça, colocando a olho nu uma quantidade que parecia suficiente.

— Quanto precisa colocar?

— O quanto seu coração mandar. — Meu comentário fez com que ele desse uma risada alta, o que fez meu coração aquecer. — Agora, o grande segredo da minha família. — Fiz suspense. — A maioria das pessoas coloca água, mas nós vamos colocar… — Abri a geladeira, pegando uma forma de gelo e a garrafa que já estava esperando por esse momento.

— Refrigerante de limão? — Perguntou desconfiado. Assenti com a cabeça, colocando o gelo e então completando o copo com a bebida gaseificada. Peguei um par de canudos de metal na gaveta de talheres, usando um deles para misturar e então fiz um sinal para que ele provasse. Com os olhos castanhos grudados em mim, ele ergueu o copo e prendeu a ponta do canudo entre os lábios, dando um gole longe e soltando um som de satisfação.

— Ficou bom?

— Prova. — Colocou o copo na minha frente. Peguei o outro canudo na mesa, mas antes que pudesse colocá-lo no copo, sua mão segurou meu pulso. — Tem nojo da minha boca? — Enrugou as sobrancelhas, estranhando minha atitude.

— Não, claro que não. — Larguei o canudo. — É que eu não bebia no mesmo canudo dos outros no Brasil. — Expliquei.

— Não é um costume comum lá?

— É, mas eu não sei onde a boca dos meus primos passa. — Fiz uma careta.

— E por acaso sabe onde a minha passa? — Ergueu uma sobrancelha, me pegando desprevenida. Gaguejei algumas palavras desconexas, o que o fez sorrir. — Estou provocando você, sua boba. Bebe logo. — Coloquei a língua para ele antes de tomar um gole. Realmente havia ficado gostoso.

Perdi a conta de quantas caipirinhas fizemos, mas já sentia minhas bochechas quentes e não conseguia segurar minha risada cada vez que ele fazia uma piada duvidosa.

— Você foi em alguma festa no Brasil? — Ele perguntou com a voz arrastada, tão bêbado quanto eu.

— Tipo balada? — Perguntei encostando a cabeça na almofada do sofá, ele apenas assentiu, dando mais um gole na bebida. — Não, lá é diferente.

— Como assim? — Me estendeu o copo.

— Ah, as pessoas não vão tão arrumadas, faz calor demais… — Dei um gole longo, acabando com o líquido do copo.

— Então ficou dois meses no Brasil e não deu nenhum beijinho?

— Eu não disse isso. — O olhei de lado.

— Beijou alguém? — Falou surpreso.

— Um carinha, mas não foi bom. — Suspirei. Tae coçou o queixo, encarando o teto.

— Por que?

— Ah, ele não tinha pegada. — Franzi o nariz, lembrando vagamente da péssima experiência. A verdade era que o beijo não foi bom pelo simples fato de eu estar fazendo aquilo para tentar esquecê-lo.

Fechei os olhos tentando controlar a leve tontura que a bebida proporcionava. Depois de alguns minutos onde apenas a música ambiente soava, imagine que ele havia dormido, mas fui surpreendida ao abrir os olhos e ver seu rosto perto demais. Abrindo um sorrisinho de lado, Tae segurou meu rosto com uma das mãos e passou o polegar pelos meus lábios, me arrancando um suspiro involuntário. Tentei dizer alguma coisa, mas minha mente parecia ter esquecido como pronunciar qualquer palavra.

— Queria poder fazer vocês esquecer cada cara que já te beijou. — Sussurrou, cada vez mais perto.

A terra colidiu com a lua no segundo em que sua boca tocou a minha, estilhaçando meu próprio mundo em um milhão de pedacinhos. Fechei meus olhos, sentindo sua língua quente acariciar meus lábios. Entreabri a boca, deixando que o autocontrole e a sanidade me deixassem aos poucos. Empurrando a língua contra a minha de forma lenta, ele parecia monopolizar meu corpo inteiro, juntamente da minha alma. O gosto do limão se misturava ao seu, me embebedando ainda mais e ao mesmo tempo, me trazendo para a sobriedade.

Infiltrei meus dedos entre os fios do seu cabelo, me certificando que não era apenas mais um dos meus sonhos. Sorrindo entre os beijos, ele deixava pequenas mordidas nos meus lábios, me fazendo suspirar contra sua boca.

Quebrando o beijo por falta de oxigênio, Taehyung encostou a testa contra a minha. Não consegui encontrar coragem para abrir os olhos, ainda com medo de ser mais uma ilusão.

— Posso ser sincero por um momento? — Murmurou com a voz muito rouca.

— Pode. — Sussurrei de volta.

— Não sei quanto tempo esperei por esse beijo. — Sua boca roçava contra a minha, me obrigando a suspirar mais uma vez. — Imaginei tantas vezes o gosto da sua boca. — Sussurrou, selando meus lábios de forma longa. — Isso pode realmente ser viciante…

Sem conseguir segurar os impulsos que o meu coração implorava, ergui meu queixo, beijando seus lábios mais uma vez. Sorrindo contra mim, ele segurou meu rosto com ambas as mãos, me guiando ao seu bel prazer.

Horas se passaram na fração de um segundo. Perdidos em um mundo que criamos só para nós dois.

Talvez pela mistura do efeito da bebida e dos beijos do meu melhor amigo, acabei pegando no sono depois de algum tempo.

Acordei na minha cama, ainda com a mesma roupa da noite passada. Na mesinha de cabeceira, havia uma garrafinha térmica com água morna e uma aspirina. Coloquei os dedos sobre a boca, ainda sentindo resquícios da noite passada. Sem conseguir conter meu sorriso e os pulos animados que meu coração dava, levantei ignorando a ressaca, feliz demais para que isso me abalasse. Tomei um banho longo e fui comer alguma coisa.

Peguei meu celular, esquecido na sala desde a noite passada. Abri o aplicativo de mensagens enquanto o micro-ondas aquecia uma xícara de café forte. O chão sumiu dos meus pés no momento em que abri a conversa com Tae.

Rejeitei as três primeiras ligações após a minha resposta. Decidi desligar o celular quando o celular começou a tocar pela quarta vez. O micro-ondas apitou mais uma vez, avisando que meu café estava quente, mas apenas ignorei, caminhando em silêncio de volta para a cama, desejando não ter saído dela.

Enfiei a cabeça no travesseiro, sentindo a vergonha me atingir quando o tecido umedeceu com as minhas lágrimas. Solucei alto, esperando que o aperto em meu peito aliviasse em algum momento, mas isso parecia não acontecer nunca.

A luz do dia que entrava pela janela se dissipou, me deixando no escuro mais uma vez. Quando finalmente achava que não haviam mais lágrimas para derramar, meu próprio corpo me provava que o estoque era grande. Sentia meus olhos arderem e a garganta seca, mas não ânimo nem vontade de me levantar.

O silêncio ensurdecedor foi quebrado pelo barulho da fechadura eletrônica e o som da porta da frente sendo aberta. Me virei na cama, cobrindo a cabeça com o cobertor e fingindo estar dormindo. Fechei os olhos com for��a quando ouvi o som da maçaneta do quarto ser girada, torcendo baixinho para que não fosse quem eu sabia que era.

Senti o colchão afundar quando a pessoa sentou ao meu lado, e me encolhi quando a coberta foi afastada do meu rosto. Ainda com os olhos fechados, tentei fingir a respiração pesada característica de quem dorme, mas meu corpo me traiu, soltando um soluço.

— Eu sei que você não está dormindo. — Deixou um carinho pelo meu cabelo bagunçado. — Fala comigo. — Pediu.

— Não dá. — Sussurrei. — Ainda não.

— Você comeu?

— Tae, vai embora.

— S/A…

— Por favor. — Murmurei, sendo interrompida pelo meu próprio choro. — Só sai daqui.

Taehyung soltou um suspiro longo, e indo contra o que eu implorava, afastou a coberta, deitando o próprio corpo atrás do meu. Tentei me afastar, mas seu braço fez a volta na minha cintura, me puxando de volta e nos encaixando em uma conchinha. Apertei o travesseiro contra o rosto, me sentindo ainda mais humilhada por saber que ele via o meu choro.

— Me perdoa. — Murmurou. — Me perdoa, S/A. — Sua voz embargou.

— Tae. — Respirei fundo. — Eu prometo que vamos voltar ao que éramos. Mas agora… eu realmente preciso ficar sozinha.

— Não vou deixar você assim.

— Por favor. — Implorei.

— Não. — Me apertou ainda mais contra o seu corpo. Sua intenção era me confortar, mas aquilo só machucava mais meu coração frágil.

— Você não entende. — Sussurrei. — Só está piorando tudo.

— Estraguei tudo, não foi? — Fungou. — Acabei com a nossa amizade.

— Não. — Passei uma das mangas pelo rosto, secando as lágrimas por ali. Com a outra mão, deixei um carinho em suas mãos que estavam cruzadas sobre a minha barriga. — Vai ficar tudo bem, só preciso de um tempo.

— Tempo pra quê?

— Pra me recuperar. — Suspirei. — Posso ser sincera por um momento? — Ouvi quando ele soltou o ar pelo nariz, balançando meu cabelo.

— Pode.

— Eu preferia que a noite passada nunca tivesse acontecido. — Pisquei várias vezes, evitando que as lágrimas voltassem a escorrer.

— Eu sei.

— Esperei tanto por ela, mas agora queria que nunca tivesse acontecido. — Sorri com a ironia da minha fala.

— O quê?

— Promete esquecer o que vou falar agora?

— Não sei. — Disse com sinceridade. — Mas vou tentar.

— Eu gosto de você.

— Eu também gosto de você. — Encaixou o rosto na minha nuca.

— Você não entendeu. — Murmurei. — Gosto mesmo de você. Não só como amigo. — Senti seu corpo tencionar atrás do meu. — Por isso eu queria esquecer da noite passada. — Pigarreei, afastando a voz de choro. — Eu não disse nada antes porque não queria estragar a nossa amizade e porque sei que você não sente o mesmo…

— Olha pra mim. — Me interrompeu.

— Desculpa, não dá ainda.

— S/N, olha pra mim. — Neguei com a cabeça.

Dando seu jeito de fazer o que queria, Tae passou o corpo por cima do meu, ficando agora entre mim e a parede. Tentei virar, mas ele passou o braço na minha cintura, me segurando no lugar. A única luz no quarto vinha pela porta aberta, mas eu sabia que ele podia ver o estado do meu rosto, que devia estar deplorável.

Meu coração apertou ao ver a expressão triste e as olheiras fundas estampadas em seu rosto.

— Repete o que você disse. — Neguei, fazendo-o bufar. — Por favor.

— Por quê? Não vale a pena.

— Você não vai saber até dizer.

— Eu gosto de você. — Fechei os olhos, não querendo ver seu rosto quando fosse rejeitar meus sentimentos. Mas então, fui surpreendida pelo toque leve dos seus lábios nos meus. Arregalei os olhos e me afastei por instinto. Tae abriu um sorriso, curvando o pescoço para deixar mais um selinho nos meus lábios. — O que está fazendo? — Sussurrei aturdida.

— O que parece que eu tô fazendo?

— Mas você disse…

— Isso foi antes. — Segurei em seus ombros, segurando-o onde eu pudesse enxergar seu rosto.

— Antes do quê?

— Antes de saber que você também está apaixonada por mim. — Meu coração foi parar na garganta, e tenho certeza de que minha expressão demonstrava a minha surpresa, pois ele soltou uma risadinha pelo nariz. — Posso te beijar agora? — Ergueu as sobrancelhas e projetou os lábios para o lado, como se fizesse essa pergunta todos os dias.

Ainda sem saber bem se estava alucinando ou não, assenti. Taehyung ergueu uma das mãos até a minha nuca, puxando meu rosto contra o seu. Revirei os olhos por baixo das pálpebras, suspirando quando ele aprofundou o beijo. Segurei seu rosto entre as minhas mãos, tentando senti-lo um pouco mais.

— Você não vai se arrepender disso, vai? — Sussurrei contra a sua boca. O garoto riu baixinho, deixando mais alguns beijinhos pela minha boca, queixo e bochechas.

— Não vou. — Fez um carinho no meu nariz com o seu. — Na verdade, eu fiquei desesperado e falei aquilo porque achei que você me odiaria por te beijar.

— Achou mesmo?

— Uhum.

— Eu não odiaria você. — Enlacei os braços em seu pescoço.

— Agora eu sei. — Sorriu. — Mas eu acordei com ressaca e pensando que tinha feito uma besteira me deixando levar pelos meu sentimentos sem pensar nos seus. Nunca imaginei que você sentia o mesmo. — Deu de ombros. — Porque nunca disse?

— Eu fiquei com medo. — Suspirei. — A nossa amizade sempre foi muito importante, fiquei com medo de estragar se você soubesse. — Tae abriu um sorrisinho, dando mais um selinho nos meus lábios.

— Linda.

— Eu devo estar horrível. — Lembrei de repente, tentando me afastar, mas ele não deixou.

— Está linda. — Ralhou. — Você não respondeu a minha pergunta.

— Qual? — Perguntei confusa.

— Você comeu? — Neguei com a cabeça, recebendo uma carranca.

— Então, você acordou com ressaca e não comeu nada? — Confirmei. — O que eu faço com você? — Estalou a língua dentro da boca.

— Me alimenta? — Brinquei. Tae apertou os olhos e mordeu minha bochecha.

— Eu mimei você demais. — Suspirou de forma teatral. — Ai ai… vou precisar trabalhar muito para alimentar minha namorada com comida deliciosa.

— Namorada? — Sussurrei.

— Está fugindo da responsabilidade? — Beliscou minha bochecha.

— Não. — Neguei com a cabeça. — É que no Brasil, você tem que pedir a garota em namoro. — Ele me apertou em seus braços, enterrando o rosto entre meu queixo e meu pescoço, deixando um beijinho por ali.

— Namora comigo. — Não consegui conter o sorriso enorme.

— Vou pensar.

— Ah é? — Ergueu o pescoço, chocando seus lábios contra os meus em mais um beijo de tirar o fôlego.

— Eu me rendo. — Suspirei. — Vou namorar você.

— Eu sabia. — Sorriu. — Agora vem. — Ajoelhou na cama.

— Pra onde?

— Vou fazer algo para você comer. — Estendeu as mãos para me ajudar a levantar.

Meu corpo reclamou de levantar depois de tanto tempo deitada. Abraçando o meu corpo por trás, sem se importar com a dificuldade que teríamos de caminhar, ele me arrastou até a cozinha. Sentei em uma cadeira, observando como ele se movia pelo lugar com naturalidade, sabendo onde pegar tudo, sorrindo para mim enquanto cozinhava.

Ainda não conseguia acreditar que realmente estava vivendo o que há meses vinha sonhando.

Apoiei o rosto entre as mãos para olhá-lo melhor. Tae colocou água na mesma panela em que havia colocado legumes cortados e então soltou suspiro alto, atravessando a cozinha em passos largos.

— O que foi? — Perguntei quando ele se aproximou. Curvando o corpo e segurando meu rosto entre as mãos grandes, ele abriu mais um sorriso.

— Eu disse ontem, beijar você é realmente viciante.

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facts about josefina, kirsten, addy, kit and julie! :D

(from their new pages!)

✿ To learn more about what Josefina’s life would have been like, author Valerie Tripp spent two summers in New Mexico. She visited living history museums and interviewed elderly New Mexican women about the daily lives of Hispanic families and children in rural New Mexico.

The models for Josefina’s home were la El Rancho de las Golondrinas near Santa Fe and Hacienda de los Martinez near Taos, NM. Both are former ranchos from Josefina’s time and now living history museums that you can visit today.

Josefina’s first and last names are drawn from the New Mexican censuses of 1790 and 1823.

American Girl worked closely with the advisory board to decide what Josefina would look like. Board member Felipe Mirabal even cut off a lock of his own hair and sent it to AG to ensure that the Josefina doll’s hair color was just right!

Although Josefina is actually a Mexican citizen, the advisory board felt comfortable calling her an “American girl” because her story presents a history and heritage that’s an integral part of America today.

By the end of her series, Josefina has a new mother. This plot element symbolizes the change for the Spanish settlers of New Mexico and the Southwest, who lost their mother country of Mexico when they became citizens of the United States, their new mother country. ✿

✿ Kirsten was one of the first three characters in The American Girls Collection, along with Samantha and Molly, when Pleasant Company debuted.

The Kirsten doll and accessories were “archived” in 2010 and have only been rereleased once in 2021 and once in 2024 since then.

One of the outfits that was sold for Kirsten was a housecoat and sockor, or wool slippers. The sockor for the Kirsten doll were handmade by a woman in Sweden beginning in 1987 for twenty years.

The original family portrait in Kirsten’s books is made to look like a daguerreotype, which is a type of photograph from the time. Later, the portraits of Kirsten’s family and friends were done individually to match the other American Girl books.

In Pleasant Rowland’s original business plan, Kirsten was named Rebecca, and was a Norwegian immigrant in 1865.

The team who created Kirsten did a lot of research with the Minnesota and Wisconsin Historical Societies, who had a lot of information about the Swedish settlers who came to these states in the 1800s.

Kirsten’s Swedish dirndl and kerchief outfit were first released in 1989. ✿

✿ Addy was the first American Girl doll that came with pierced ears.

The cowrie shell necklace that Addy wears is special, as the cowrie has ritual significance for some West African cultures.

The Addy doll and books debuted in September 1993. She was the fifth historical character and the first Black character.

Pleasant Rowland, the founder of American Girl, reached out to author Connie Porter to write the Addy book series after reading her adult novel All-Bright Court.

To promote the Addy book series, American Girl took author Connie Porter on a 10-city author tour to bookstores, libraries, and schools, reaching an audience of more than 15,000 people.

Researchers on Addy confirmed when the full moon would have been during Addy and her mother’s escape from enslavement in 1864 to ensure historical accuracy in the timing.

The museum program, Addy at Ohio Village, debuted in 1998.

The dialect used in the Addy books was created by author Connie Porter to be a balance between what speech of the time would’ve sounded like and what is accessible for young readers and was reviewed by two dialect experts at Jacksonville State University in Alabama.

Addy was the first American Girl character to have an advisory board. Addy’s advisory board was made up of Black historians, educators, and museum curators who ensured the depiction of Addy’s life and times was historically accurate.

The advisory board for Addy included: Lonnie Bunch, Cheryl Chisholm, Spencer Crew, Violet Harris, Wilma King, June Powell, and Janet Sims-Wood.

Addy’s first three books sold more than a million copies in the year they were released.

Some of the original time periods discussed for American Girl’s first Black character included the Harlem Renaissance and the Civil Rights era, which were used later for Claudie Wells and Melody Ellison, respectively. ✿

✿ Kit Kittredge is the seventh historical character that American Girl created.

When she wrote the Kit books, author Valerie Tripp was inspired by her mother, who was Kit’s age in 1932.

The movie Kit Kittredge: An American Girl was released in 2008 and starred Abigail Breslin as Kit—plus actors Chris O’Donnell, Julia Ormond, Joan Cusack, and Stanley Tucci.

Illustrator Walter Rane used himself as a model for the grumpy grocery store owner in Kit’s stories.

When Kit launched, American Girl held events called Kit’s Share and Care Party where girls were invited to donate canned goods for a food drive.

Like Kit’s dad, author Valerie Tripp’s grandfather paid his staff out of his own pocket as long as he could, but eventually had to close his hotel during the Great Depression.

Kit was the first American Girl character doll with freckles and the first with short hair.

Development on Kit was started before Mattel purchased Pleasant Company (American Girl’s original company name) but she was launched after the purchase.

After the launch of the Kit doll and books, Valerie Tripp received a letter from a woman named Kit Kittredge who had grown up in Cincinnati during the Depression and was very excited about the coincidence!

American Girl’s Claudie Wells, whose stories are set in the 1920s, could have faced the challenges of the Great Depression in her teens and twenties. ✿

✿ When Julie launched, in 2007, American Girl historical characters’ years had always ended in 4, so Julie’s year was set as 1974—even though her stories begin in 1975.

Julie’s stories are set in San Francisco to express the open-minded, progressive spirit of her time. At the forefront of the hippie counterculture, San Francisco’s colorful, creative, free-wheeling vibe strongly influenced the music, fashion, and art of the 1970s.

When Julie debuted, some customers felt American Girl should not depict a girl with divorced parents. But since about 50% of kids today live with divorced parents, the creators of Julie felt it was important to have a character and doll who represented their experience.

Author Megan McDonald has four sisters who inspire many of her stories. Quite a few of the scenes between Julie and her teenage sister Tracy were inspired by Megan’s experience growing up with her sisters.

When she’s running for election to student body president, Julie debates her opponent, a popular sixth-grade boy. The 1976 Ford-Carter election debates inspired author Megan McDonald to come up with this plotline.

When author Megan McDonald was ten, her first published story appeared in her school newspaper. Her story was about a pencil sharpener! ✿

#american girl #josefina montoya #kirsten larson #addy walker #kit kittredge #julie albright #the addy moon fact is just like what i did for the rewrite's rooftop scene! :D #historical accuracy to the extreme! ;)#the last kit fact is more kit adjacent but it makes you think! :o #and that second kirsten fact makes me wonder if this is a special temporary thing... :o #it's best to enjoy it while it lasts! :D

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