#wichi

[folkfashion]

Wichi girl, Soledad Hereyra, Argentina, by Paul Jeffrey

[alternate-kiza]

Kid holding a giant flower: Here you go star

Luffy grabbing the flower: Thank you

Shachi: Aww, that’s so sweet

Luffy showing Shachi: Look at how cool it looks.

Wire holding a flower: Hey babe look at what I-aw

Shachi: Don’t worry, I love it

[thecsryankee]

Reykon ft. Daddy Yankee - Imaginándote

Créditos Artista Principal: ReykonInterpretes: Reykon ft. Daddy YankeeProductor: Daddy Yankee & Chris JediEscritor: Daddy Yankee, Gocho & WichiÁlbum: El LiderDuración: 3:46Fecha de Publicación: 22 de abril del 2015Sello Discográfico: Warner Music LatinaDistribuido: Warner Music Latina Links Oficiales Video Oficial Créditos Generales Ingeniero de Grabación: Chris JediIngeniero de Mezcla: Gaby…

[deefeeme]

Se ofrece esperanza en el “idioma del corazón”

Descubre esperanza en el “idioma del corazón” en #JWORG, el sitio más traducido del mundo. #TestigosdeJehová facilitan acceso a la #educación en múltiples idiomas. Más info em @elcorreografico.ok:

Descubre esperanza en el “idioma del corazón” en JW.ORG, el sitio más traducido del mundo. Testigos de Jehová facilitan acceso a la educación en múltiples idiomas. El Día Internacional de la Lengua Materna, que se celebra el 21 de febrero, busca concientizar sobre la importancia de tener acceso a lo que se ha denominado “el idioma del corazón”. Según un reporte de la UNESCO (GEM Report),…

[elcorreografico]

Se ofrece esperanza en el “idioma del corazón”

Descubre esperanza en el “idioma del corazón” en #JWORG, el sitio más traducido del mundo. #TestigosdeJehová facilitan acceso a la #educación en múltiples idiomas. Más info em @elcorreografico.ok:

Descubre esperanza en el “idioma del corazón” en JW.ORG, el sitio más traducido del mundo. Testigos de Jehová facilitan acceso a la educación en múltiples idiomas. El Día Internacional de la Lengua Materna, que se celebra el 21 de febrero, busca concientizar sobre la importancia de tener acceso a lo que se ha denominado “el idioma del corazón”. Según un reporte de la UNESCO (GEM Report),…

[maryhale1]

Did you know incense are an easy and on a budget way to practice witchcraft?

[feletida]

I must say tho that Ynnari problem isn't just eldar problem. It's a meta and worldbuilding problem which was explained before:

PRIESTLEY: On the contrary - in the 'history' of the Imperium I always imagined there were a number of eras during which human space was divided or where societies diverged and different moral or ethical values prevailed - however - GW always tended towards 'Waagh the Emperor' - for such is the nature of the business - so the portrayal of the Imperium as one, simple idea became the things that it was possible to promulgate through the business as a whole. Trying to make the message more sophisticated or varied wasn't something the business wanted or was capable of handling, I'm afraid. To be fair - it was successful as it was - and remains so I understand.

[psychedelic-candy]

[dariiy]

Old flash designs updated, working in starting on tattooing still but gonna do my best to make it full time oof

[lilydalexf]

Hello big fan of yours here, love your blog thank you for your work in this community 🙏🙏. Do you have the fic partial abandon by mojo. I saw it in one of your previous post but the link won’t work. Thanksss🥲

Thank you, I'm glad I can be of help!

I just posted a new link to Partial Abandon.

[tartagliove]

Only downside is that i am poor. Like 0 exp books, mora and mats type of poor. BUT, i will give Shenhe and Tartaglia the love they deserve😼

Also, i really mean what i said, your writing is just so YUMMY, hope you do well in life and you feel great ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ I'll make it a point to be as talktative as I can be in your asks🌟

(About my name, idrc, you can use my user or give me one maybe? Anything's fine:3)

nooooo I'll donate some of my books to you so you can level them up!! but don't worry hehe I'm sure Tartaglia and Shenhe will be patiently waiting for you to gather the materials for them >u<

I hope YOU are doing well and that life is treating you well, Wichi!

[warcats-cat]

Thoughts of a Fox

A/n: hey friends! Long time no see. This is a little original fiction, written as my half of an art trade for my wonderful Cherry Blossom Friend: @kwiatekfretka 💜💜💜 (Check out her ADORABLE art of my OC here!!) I had a lot of fun writing this one; it's very different from what I usually write, and it was a nice challenge for me ☺️. And my wonderful Cherry Blossom Friend also didn't mind me slipping an homage to an IRL friend of mine who passed away a few weeks ago; a friend I was close with but far away from, and I miss very much. I hope that her spirit is where she wanted to be, and I know she will be in my heart for many years to come. 💜 So please enjoy my little piece!

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The other humans told Dana she could not bring her “pet” to the new place, and they took her away from our home. Her brother's children did not understand that she had me to care for her, she did not need other humans watching her like the hawks at the edge of the neighborhood watched small squirrels in winter. They did not understand that without me she would whither faster, her great age and wisdom chipped away by the mundanity of the unknowing humans around her.

They did not understand that I am not a pet; I am the other half of her soul.

I have missed her, several months now. She is not gone yet, but fading fast. She is where I can no longer reach her, and I must mourn her on my own. I visit the old places we used to go, but they feel hollow without her presence. Her magic is fading.

She asked me, before she was taken away, that I watch her only niece, and see if the Pup has any magic in her. I tried first to go to her home, in this form, but they rejected me as a wild animal.

Although I saw the Pup, watching me from the window; curious to look at me. I wondered if she knew me, recognized me as Dana would have. It would take time to find her again, but I had promised my Witch I would, and it was a promise I would not forsake.

~~~

It took many moons to find a way to speak to her; many more than I would like, certainly, and many frustrations along the way. The humans see me as a pest, and kick and yell like barbarians when they see me. To fulfill my promise, I would have to take on another form, and find other ways to approach the city, away from the familiarity of the woods.

But I am not human, and I know that a clever human would notice. I don't look right when seen up close.

My hair is dark with shadows pressed over the red of my fur; sometimes the light shows my true colors, but it is rare. My eyes are green, but perhaps a shade too bright, and dappled like the leaves of the home I have left behind. I know that my smile is sly and crooked, but that can't be helped; my magic comes from a human witch, and their legends of Foxes being Tricksters does bleed over a bit into my nature. My teeth are just a touch too sharp when I grin.

The first time I approached the Pup, she did not seem surprised to see me, and her eager, determined eyes reminded me of Dana’s when she would succeed with difficult spells. We sat a long while and spoke of her aunt, and I finally learned the Pup’s name - Melanie.

She named herself after the goddess Melinoe; an excellent choice, and one I was sure her aunt would have approved of.

We watched the rain patter to the ground awhile, the droplets swirling and sliding along the edges of leaves and off delicate flower petals. She asked me if my approaching her meant she was truly a Woman, and I asked her why she would have any doubts of who she is. I was saddened to learn that humans would be so stubborn and narrow-minded about the infinite complexities of life, and bother themselves on something so trivial as another person's gender.

We are misfits, she and I; but that is fitting.

I had to watch awhile from afar; even I know that a stranger appearing on your doorstep would be startling for any human. I could not follow her to school, either, for much the same reason. It took many weeks of us looking at one-another through windows and doorways, cautious and hesitant to communicate. Finally, she left a message in green chalk on the paving stones of a local park - the address for a cafe she had taken a job in for after school.

And now we meet each day in that cafe; a warm, glowing little shop run by another Witch who perhaps doesn't really know she is one. One who channels crystals and incense into the atmosphere of the little shop and creates just enough magic that I can taste it on the tip of my tongue.

As a human, my senses are not quite as sharp, but I have noticed the world is much more interesting in spite of that. There are books to read and drinks to taste, and I have found that I don't miss the woods as much as I first thought. I sit in a small corner in the back, close to the counter that Melanie toils at making coffees and teas and many things in between, and I guide her as she works.

Not in making the drinks; I know nothing of that, but in her intentions. In her manners, in controlling her impulses. I remind her not to stir a bad luck charm into the iced tea of the man who made rude comments to her, no matter how badly I want to cast a spell of my own. I whisper the words of a comfort spell to her, which she gently swirls and foams into a young girl’s hot chocolate, when the poor child comes in crying after being “stood up” from a date. Melanie is talented enough that she could do these things without realizing, and perhaps had been for a while before we met; but I know having guidance on the matters will make the intended spells more powerful, and the unintended less chaotic.

In return, she pours warm, thick chocolate drinks for me, heady with cinnamon and allspice; things that I couldn't have even wet my muzzle in as a fox, but now drink with an almost defiant (and certainly decadent) glee in this form. The shop keeper sits with me sometimes, and reads my fortunes from tarot cards and carefully carved runes. She is good, and I do my best to encourage her practice, even if it is in mediums I am not necessarily connected to. I read through books of astrology and realization of the self; Dana and I were connected through the magic of the Earth and Nature, and the magicks of the sky and stars are so interesting to me.

I never imagined myself a teacher of pups, even as Dana had aged.

I miss my Witch dearly, but I do not visit when Melanie offers. It would hurt us both too much; Dana’s heart would recognize me where her mind would not, and it would only bring frustration and grief. But Melanie visits, and on occasion brings me small drawings that Dana has made.

My Witch had a beautiful hand for art and sketching, and though her hands shake now, I am glad to know she still draws. Melanie tells me that she speaks of dreams about a little red fox stumbling around a warm kitchen, and getting it's head stuck in more than one pot of honey. I tell Melanie it is impolite to laugh at the misfortunes of others, even though I smile at the memories as I say it. My own puphood was so full of curiosity and stumbling, and the memories are warm and vibrant as the taste of honey on my tongue.

I keep the little cards with wavy sketches of my fox-face in a booklet that Melanie has gifted me, with notes of different human things that I have learned.

~~~

From my nook in the back corner of the room, I watch my Pup dance around the tables, cleaning them and singing to herself. Today she is happy, wearing a badge with stripes in bright pink and blue and white, and many of the humans who visit today wish her happiness and pride; well-wishes that she returns eagerly. The air around her sings, the cookies baking in the little oven behind the counter become vibrant and sweet, certain to lift the spirits of any who taste them. Humans in many rainbows of color pass in and out of the doors of the shop, drinking their coffees and living their lives.

She hands me a little pin, which I clumsily attach to my sweater. Her face is alight with joy when I do so, and I thank her for the gift. It's a simple circle, black, gray, white, and green. I do not understand it, but it makes her happy, and that, in turn, makes me happy.

The more days that pass, the less I miss wandering the woods on my own. Hiding in the dark, cold places between the shadows of the trees. Yes, much of the time I had lived with Dana, but even then, it was my nature to follow the form I had taken. Now, in a human form, I can enjoy all the warmth and soft glowing lights that I had always watched from afar.

Melanie and I sit together on her breaks and discuss all manner of things; she tells me of schoolwork from the hours before she comes to work at the shop. She tells me of Dana’s family, how some of them are “making an effort”, as she says, to learn about her and the humans like her. She tells me of a little gecko that has been making a home in her garden, and I wonder if the beginning of a connection between Familiar and Witch might be blooming there. Her Familiar could take any shape, and could appear any day now with all of the knowledge I have given her.

I have given her everything I can, she will need to form a bond of her own someday. But it will come when she is ready.

We sit at the back of the shop while it is quiet; midday with no customers in sight. And I drink hot chocolate with cinnamon and allspice, and reflect upon how happy I am now; to have a Pup to protect and care for, and a warm place to stay, and all of the humans’ knowledge at my (admittedly dull) fingertips, and I cannot help but think this was all planned.

And I feel, in that moment, the leaves rustle in the woods outside the window, the wind softly singing to me, as Dana leaves the earth, and her soul returns to its home in the warm summer woods.

And I know that all I have now was one last gift from my Witch.

[mihai-florescu]

If you were an ES2 only fan I bet your favorite would be HIMERU. But part of his appeal does come from the parallel Kaname has with Subaru, and Subaru’s story unfolds in ES1…

But yeah I agree with how the whole thing is idol colonization. I keep wishing for there to be some sort of opposition with Anzu helping out. Like, an arc in which Anzu decides that despite her love of the idols she’s helping, the whole colonization thing, trampling of small businesses, overlooking of female idols, etc, goes against her values and what she’s fought for in the past. So enough is enough, and she’ll help with the new revolution (presumably brought on by those aforementioned female idols). If it succeeds, great, if not, she’ll quit. Just an idea though, there are several ways a “revolution against ES” plotline can go.

My favorite alkakurei member IS himeru youre right... i think id be a crazybP in general. Anyway. See im hopeful for what you said since anzu left p association and has the trickstudio now, but the stakes have escalated so much since the yumenosaki revolution days. Im curious how the new kids will play into whats going on too and if they'll develop relationships to anzu...? I keep forgetting about them mostly cuz i havent really figured out what their role is so far. Fuck that, they should bring back the kimisaki academy troublemakers to help anzu take down ensquare instead (i jest... but i would like to see her old friends and trickstar meet)

[thecsryankee]

Daddy Yankee - Vaiven

Créditos Artista Principal: Daddy YankeeInterpretes: Daddy YankeeProductor: Daddy Yankee & Chris JediEscritor: Ramon Ayala & WichiÁlbum: Con Calma & Mis Grandes ÉxitosDuración: 3:44Fecha de Publicación: 17 de septiembre del 2015Sello Discográfico: El Cartel RecordsDistribuido: Universal Music Latino Links Oficiales Video Oficial Créditos Generales Productor Ejecutivo: Daddy YankeeIngeniero…

[kat-von-rose]

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[eerie-asterisks]

sorry i uh accidentally shrinked the eichi i was gonna send you

oh he is small now!!!!!! fascinating