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im--never--happy · 8 months
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I hate the fact that if I want Mako content I have to make it my own damn self
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mistfuryandink · 28 days
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April 3: the sound of red satin sheets at 2 am
what is it that you want?
I want pleasure
I want touch
I want
skin to skin
teeth against earlobe
lips hovering over my neck
fingers stroking
my stomach
my hands
my breasts
the lazy caress
the ache of it all
breathless begging roaming arching
building
more more more
I want more
and beneath the satisfaction
a little bit of love
found poem from Maas, Sarah J. A Court of Mist and Fury. pg 472
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thiniee-40 · 2 years
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Hello guys, I used to have an account here but it got banned and then I found peace in my life so I stopped with my unhealthy thoughts and urges to vent but now my life is shitty again so here I am. Also I've got an tt account with the same name and profile picture but tt its only for weigtloss but in a healthy way because when I'm starving for too long I tend to binge so I decided to try something healthier but my tumblr will be something different I'll also vent about my problems so stay turned and safe.
Love,
Thiniee
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Hay muy pocas cosas rellenas de algo (lo que sea). A veces creo que hay una ley universal de la oquedad que lo rige todo. Hay momentos en los que intento llenar la vida con algo y sigue vacía igual, como si abriera otro agujero para que pierda todavía más relleno. Una constante pérdida. Un goteo, una sangría. Cuando después de hacer tanta fuerza te das cuenta quien es mas fuerte, quien puede más, y no sos vos. Cuando al final el camino no es la recompensa. Cuando encima somos un dínamo cuyo movimiento genera energía que aprovechan otros, parásitos que son tendencia en twitter. Pero si te quedás quieto te multan. Va contra las reglas, esas que solo aplican para vos. A veces hay que hacer tanta fuerza para ser feliz que hasta me parece evidente que vivo en un mundo donde la única felicidad posible es la forzada. Todo tiene un costo, nada es gratis, y a nadie se le ocurre cuestionear el costo. Nadie pone en duda quién puso esos precios. Acatan. Sí señor. Hacen caso a todo, siguen órdenes, mantienen el orden, respetan las normas, caminan estrictamente por los patrones de conducta marcados, y salen a correr por las mañanas. Por eso duermo hasta pasado el mediodía: para evitar cruzarme con esa gente que tanto respeta lo que me esclaviza.
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lanya-del-sol · 9 months
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Itsy bitzy Spider
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xamaxenta · 2 years
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The sheer size of his chest at that height
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killmebythebeach · 1 year
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Just finished tma. I have to go to fucking school tomorrow. How do I FUCKING BE A PERSON AFTER THAT?!?!
I'll probably reblog with more tags later (cuz 30 just isn't enough) but !!!
#you know the drill tma spoilers in the tags dont read tags unless youve watcged the whole series. statement begins#i never really cry over fiction and that held true but FUCK did i get close when jon said 'that ones for sasha'#ill get to the lamenting but let me talk about my fucking !!! first. helen my beloathed i was so fucking happy when you died#i enjoyed her character imensly but GOD was it satisfying to hear jon say 'helen... was that a lie?' and !!! shes a gaslight girlboss#hearing jude and notsasha get smited was also so good. hmmmm i love how slimy jude sounds and how corparate notsasha sounds too#love the moment when all the acatars jon kills realises theyve fucked up (careful who you bully in middleschool)#and daisy and basira :( never liked those two too much but it was still sad :( basira confuses me from a worldbuilding standpoint#i love it though. shes the only person in daisys domain and i think thats metal as fuck. but seeing trevor and breekon alone made me sad#and annabelle!!! stunning. love her. would die for her. shed let it happen.#that being said i want to punch her so fucking bad. shes the tape recorders?#i saw this post where it was like 'what kind of kid was jon that the web thought hed bring the apocolypse?' and i thought itwas exagerating#georgie and melanie! georgie was a favorite from s3 so im glad we get to see her a bit more! even if shes a... cult leader?#oh :( when jon leaves them to get martin from annabelle and when he comes back the other seven survivors are gone :(#i hate all the arguing though :( i have the nuance of an oreo so seeing my blorbos argue just makes me sad :(#anyway. night night my beloved. recollections my beloved. wonderland my beloved. checking out my beloved. gah!#and the rosie and elias statements!!! ive always wondered about rosie and now i wish i never found out!#and hearing jonah and jon work together on the elias statement sounded SO COOL!!!#with jonah being like the voices of all the people hes inhabited. and all the archivists wandering london like zombies!#i was sort of disapointed jonah wasnt like super hard to defeat but holy shiiiiiiiiiit#i. LOVE. the 200 statement. its like 10 minutes long but i just might have to make an animatic of it.#oh its so fucking cool. i always imagined the web and eye as the smart entity power duo but no.#the web was playing the eye like a cheap whistle the entire time. i guess the eye does need avatars to actually do much#like lonely your alone. end you die. desolation is your fault. spiral is all you. but eye needs people to do stuff with its information#martin and jon. Martin and Jon. MARTIN AND JON.#those fucking idiots. hearing martin enter the room and both him and the listeners realizing what happened felt like ORPHEUS turning around#dude. martin stabbing jon always gets joked about. i thought itd be a light hearted moment or some shit#and hearing the three girls at the end. basiras 'good luck'. gah. just hearing the birds chirping was enough#but i also get to know simon was probably mauled to death by a crowd wich i find hilarious.#jonahs 'good luck' as well. like sir. jonah fucking magnus does not have the right to choke me up.#the magnus archives
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flan-tasma · 1 month
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hii!!, eh been imagining a gorou so to speak...submissive/obedient?, and also I LOVE YOUR TYPE OF WRITING!!
So could you make a scenario or headcanons of gorou being a good boy? ( Not in the nsfw sense 😭)
(๑•ᴗ•๑)♡
💖~ Men who treat you like royalty and love you are the best men, bestie✨
Warning: Nope now💖, Gorou is a good doggo, Fem!Reader in spanish, GN!Reader in english | English is not my native language, so if I have made any mistakes in the translation, I am open to corrections | Content in spanish and english!
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El general siempre trata de mantener el porte de un hombre serio, pues su posición lo ha hecho un hombre que no se inmuta en batalla. Es fiel, es aguerrido, un guerrero desde su cabello hasta la punta de sus pies. Un líder que motiva y guía a sus camaradas en combate. Gorou era genial en su campo y nadie podía decir lo contrario.
Donde Gorou demostraba más capacidad y destreza, era en la guerra. Su arco siempre disparaba al blanco porque sus ojos eran calculadores, siempre tenía alguna manera de cambiar las tornas de una pelea, incluso si era solo entrenamiento. Él sabía que debía poner el ejemplo para los demás.
Sería una pena si sus subordinados vieran lo mismo que tú.
El general aguerrido se iba ni bien tu novio entraba a casa. Su porte firme vacilaba cuando te veía y podías ver su cola moverse, rebajando al gran General de las tropas de Watatsumi a un simple y lindo perrito que se acercaba para impregnarte con su olor. Siempre fue una buena manera de burlarse del chico, que no podía evitar quejarse. Sonreías mientras él hacía lo que le pedías, sus orejas se aplanan al escuchar tu pedido y casi tropieza con sus propios pies para acatar tu orden, como si tú fueras su superior. Y en ese aspecto, tal vez tengas razón.
Gorou no es alguien más apasionado y devoto solo porque sería imposible. Él besa el suelo por el que caminas, besa tus nudillos y tus pies si te sientes cansada, adora sostenerte de la cintura mientras besa tu hombro y te dice que te ama más que a su propia vida, en sus ojos no hay nada más que tu reflejo cuando entras en la habitación, sonriendo porque notas que él te mira y todo su cuerpo se tensa.
Pídele que se arrodille para anudar tus zapatos, para ponerte tus tacones favoritos o incluso para acomodar tus medias. Él lo hará sin esperar un segundo aviso, se inclinará para ayudarte incluso si no se lo pides, y él siempre es tan lindo cuando su rostro parece explotar, la piel de sus mejillas muestran un tono rojo que se expande hasta la punta de sus orejas que tiemblan cuando te pide permiso para besarte o abrazarte.
Cuando llega a casa al final del día, cansado y las orejas tirando hacia abajo, solo piensa en recostar su cabeza contra tu estómago mientras le rascas las orejas. Los pensamientos de simplemente descansar le dan un puñetazo cuando nota que ya estás muy ocupada leyendo una nueva novela que compraste, y todo simplemente cambia en su cabeza. Quiere saber si deseas algo de té, o si te trae un trozo de la tarta que compraron recientemente y dijiste que te gustó, y su mueca hace evidente que quiere algo a cambio cuando le dices que estás bien.
Lo miras, nada de curiosidad en tus ojos, pues ya sabías que solo quiere descansar sobre su almohada favorita, pero Gorou siempre ha tenido este problema para expresar lo que quiere si se trata de ti. Te necesita en varios aspectos, pero es incapaz de comunicarlo sin sentirse patético, y ahí es donde entras tú, tan bonita mientras dejas el libro en la mesita de noche de la habitación y golpeas tus muslos, el sonido de tu piel y tu llamado dulce lo hacen casi chillar mientras, sin siquiera pensarlo mucho, se acerca a acudir a tu orden de acostarse sobre ti. Tus manos peinan su cabello para que no le moleste en el rostro, tus uñas acarician su piel y suelta un suspiro cansado y satisfecho mientras el general se convierte en alguna sustancia dulce y bonita que se apega al calor de tu cuerpo y menea la cola bajo tus manos. Gorou por fin puede descansar mientras le cuentas tu día y él escucha, levantando la vista cuando se lo pides y recibiendo con una sonrisa tus besos en sus mejillas sonrojadas.
Si sus subordinados vieran a su general en ese estado, tendrían una sonrisa en sus rostros, tal vez burlesca o no, pero nunca será más conmovedora como la sonrisa que tiene Gorou cada que te ve.
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The general always tries to maintain the bearing of a serious man, since his position has made him a man who does not flinch in battle. He is faithful, he is brave, a warrior from his hair to the tips of his feet. A leader who motivates and guides his comrades in combat. Gorou was great in his field and no one could say otherwise.
Where Gorou demonstrated the most ability and skill was in war. His bow always hit the target because his eyes were calculating, he always had some way to turn the tables of a fight, even if it was just training. He knew that he had to set the example for others.
It would be a shame if his subordinates saw the same thing as you.
The seasoned general left as soon as your boyfriend entered the house. His firm demeanor wavered when he saw you, and you could see his tail wagging, reducing the great General of Watatsumi's troops to a simple, cute little dog who came to impregnate you with the scent of him. It was always a good way to tease the boy, who couldn't help but complain. You smiled as he did what you asked, his ears flatten at your request, and he almost tripped over his own feet to comply with your order, as if you were his superior. And in that regard, maybe you're right.
Gorou is not someone more passionate and devoted just because it would be impossible. He kisses the ground you walk on, he kisses your knuckles and your feet if you feel tired, he loves to hold you by the waist while he kisses your shoulder and tells you that he loves you more than his own life, in his eyes there is nothing but your reflection as you walk into the room, smiling because you notice him looking at you and his entire body tenses.
He asks you to kneel to tie your shoes, to put on your favorite heels or even to adjust your stockings. He will do it without waiting for a second warning, he will bend down to help you even if you don't ask him, and he is always so cute when his face seems to explode, the skin on his cheeks showing a red hue that expands to the tips of his ears. He trembles when he asks for permission to kiss you or hug you.
When he comes home at the end of the day, tired and his ears pulling down, all he thinks about is laying his head against your stomach while you scratch his ears. Thoughts of just resting hit him when he notices that you're already too busy reading a new novel you bought, and everything just changes in his head. He wants to know if you want some tea, or if he brings you a piece of the cake they recently bought and you said you liked it, and his grimace makes it obvious that he wants something in return when you tell him you're fine.
You look at him, no curiosity in your eyes, because you already knew that he only wants to rest on his favorite pillow, but Gorou has always had this problem expressing what he wants if it's about you. He needs you in several ways, but he is unable to communicate it without feeling pathetic, and that is where you come in, so pretty as you leave the book on the bedside table in the room and slap your thighs, the sound of your skin and your sweet call They make him almost scream while, without even thinking much, he comes to obey your order to lie on top of you. Your hands comb his hair so it doesn't bother his face, your nails caress his skin, and he lets out a tired, satisfied sigh as the general turns into some sweet, pretty substance that clings to the heat of your body and wags his tail under your hands. Gorou can finally rest while you tell him about your day and he listens, looking up when you ask him and receiving your kisses on his blushing cheeks with a smile.
If his subordinates saw his general in that state, they would have a smile on his face, perhaps mocking or not, but it will never be more touching than the smile Gorou has every time he sees you.
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luzycross · 4 months
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NOVELA: "EL DÍA QUE RECOGÍ A DAZAI"
Hola amigos, hoy me reporte para COMPARTIR (y ojo únicamente para compartir porque no la traduje) la novela El día que recogí que Dazai, que incluye el Side A y B. Es la versión con ilustraciones que salió el 28 de Diciembre en Japón, pero como dije yo no la traduje, los créditos de todo esto se los lleva mi mejor amiga @yanase-gr (también la pueden encontrar como @fyoyaswifties) quien dio todo su esfuerzo para traducir la novela en tiempo récord, todo porque realmente yo quería leerla NO SABEN LO MUCHO QUE LA AMO POR ESO
La tradujo del español al japonés y esta versión incluye las ilustraciones ❤ (Cuento con su permiso para compartir esto)
¿De qué trata esta novela? : El primer encuentro entre Dazai y Oda tanto en el universo que conocemos como en el de Beast
Por favor leer y acatar el disclaimer de lo contrario borraré el acceso a la novela sin excepción.
Gracias a Asagirgi-sensei por esta novela y a Harukawa-sensei por las ilustraciones ❤
Recuerden dar a créditos a mi amix por la traducción y un gracias no esta de más
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maridrista · 5 months
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existem certos surtos na vida que a gente tem que acatar, sabe? e esse foi um deles!
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coago · 3 months
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Sou um âmbar qualquer De um inseto achado rebelde Que acha que lhe compete Dizer o que não foi dito.
Eu digo, sou de teimosia maciço E devia ouvir mais o que digo Para acatar e mudar de vez.
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axelspain · 10 months
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Llevas tres días aquí abajo porque te creías que tenías derechos. Tienes dos opciones, obedecer y acatar todo lo que se te diga. O seguir viviendo como un gusano aquí en la oscuridad. -obedeceré, lo siento mucho. Perfecto, para sellar el trato acabaremos con esa lengua que tienes para que no puedas volver a replicar a nadie que te dé órdenes.
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xenomorphee3 · 6 months
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What do you think about Varang, the Ash Clans of Acatar 3? If you can, do you have any predictions on what you think Varang will be like, her relationship with Quaritch - we know for sure from spoilers that they will make some contact as well as if they will mirror a darker side to Jeytiri, and what the culture of the Ash Clans will be like - we just know they’re more hostile than the other clans
Can’t wait for the next chapter!
Hey this a great question and I wish I knew! In fact, my anticipation for the Quaritch dynamic with the Ash People is one of the biggest factors in me writing my story. What's funny is that I was not aware of like leaks and stuff for Avatar 3 or even Varang's name. I only knew based on what Jon Landau shared that there would be "Ash Na'vi," that their elemental symbolism was fire, and that they would represent a "darker" side to Na'vi.
With this information (and being catastrophically down bad for Quaritch lol 😅), in early January I started crafting my own version of the Ash People and created our beloved Zu as a "Varang" stand-in. So in a way my story IS an embellished version of what I think could possibly happen/is at least plausible at a broad theme level (particularly in the earlier chapters). Now for Avatar 3 whether or not the Ash People will have any positive rapport with the RDA is uncertain. However, I think it could be very possible given that it's near certain Quaritch will be working with them, but I imagine he'd keep his loyalty to the RDA for a good bit of time (at least two more movies worth--much longer than I depict in my story).
I also do think the Ash Na'vi in Avatar 3 will potentially exploit Pandora a bit more than what we've seen other Na'vi do. The reason for this is just based on who James Cameron depicts as villains in Avatar. He is very explicit that the bad guy thing in Avatar is exploitation and destruction of nature (and colonization). So I would expect the Ash Na'vi to keep with this theme. And such matches their associated symbolic element of fire-- which burns and was necessary to the industrial revolution. Probably not to an extreme extent, they are still Na'vi, but... it would make sense. This is why I depicted my Ash Na'vi as embracing of human technology and a little more environmentally destructive than other Na'vi. But we'll see!
I have no idea what Quaritch and Varang's dynamic/relationship will be like to be honest, and I think many people (myself included) are making a lot of assumptions that may or may not hold true in the end. But it's just fun speculation! The Quaritch fan in me ships them *very* hard haha as, yes, kind of like this anti-Jeytiri. Na'vi but dark compared to what we have seen. There is an interview Stephen Lang saying:
"Hope doesn't exist without despair. Eden doesn't exist without the serpent. Quaritch is a necessity, he becomes part of the fabric of Pandora, even if it's to test it."
So that vibes with the idea that he's this dark antithesis. In particular, Jake's anti as it seems Cameron has presented him in Way of Water with his uncanny parallels. Regarding a relationship with an "anti-Neytiri" which may be what Varang is, there are set and cast photos of Stephen Lang and Varang's Actress Oona Chaplin looking close and friendly, but eh that could mean SO many things!
Beyond my just liking Quaritch, I personally think it would be super cool and make sense to the story-- I'd love to see Varang help Quaritch come to embrace being a Na'vi and Pandora, but in a dark way, the way Neytiri did for Jake. Because then you also have the unique influence of Spider who will clearly be some helping hand for multiple characters in the films (Socorro means "help" or "aid). Of course, some people don't want this and think it'd be a cheap knock-off of Jake and Neytiri and could make things too messy for Quaritch's as a character given that Spider is already his primary relationship, and I can fully respect that! But James Cameron cooks.
Naturally, I'm just along for James Cameron's Avatar ride. Whatever direction he takes Quaritch (If Quaritch doesn't get a hot bad bitch Ash Na'vi girl in the end or just flat out dies, I still have my story lmao)
I was kind of bummed about the leaks at first because it felt like they took the wind out of my story's sails where it was existing in, at that point, an uncertain Avatar future. Some of the Avatar 3 script leaks even had dialogue that was freakishly close to some I'd written. But ultimately, this kind of worked out so that my stories would just be a reasonable alt-universe from the get-go. Though, I wouldn't be at all surprised if my story has genuine similarities with how some things go down since I think Avatar 2 has done a good job of broadcasting some overt aspects of Avatar 3 (in a good way!) and I worked hard to be keen on them. Many writers have! Anyway, this last paragraph is a tangent.
Sorry for the long answer! Next chapter of Happiness is Simple is up by the way! 💙
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actnod · 6 months
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𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐄 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐃 ;
Pinceladas púrpuras que comienzan a mezclarse entre las estrellas indican pronta retirada, pero anatomías que aún efervescen de energía sólo pueden concentrarse en una cosa: el disfrute. Aún cuando encargado de la música comienza a sentir alguna reminiscencia de los efectos de la timidez de sus mejillas con tan solo pensar en qué pensarán cuando la noche mengüe lo suficiente como para que aquella travesura que aprendiz ha cometido contra vástagos incansables se deshaga y recuerden tensiones que les apartan. Incluso, cuándo canciones melosas prevalecen en lista de reproducción y cuerpos sólo se ponen más melosos, se da cuenta de que no hay forma de ponerle fin a memorable noche. Quizás se encontraban demasiado perdidos en magnetismos nuevos que han encontrado, sólo pueden concentrarse en aquella temperatura que sólo creerían poder replicar con aguas termales que habían relajado sus cuerpos, pero aún cuando músculos permiten soltarse tras semana y semana que ha sido un problema más para la lista: una brisa suave del norte que acompaña el rocío matutino tiene un sólo plan.  En la lejanía, un murmullo voraz sólo se hace claro al encontrarse por gritos desesperados que provienen de aquellas penumbrosas cuevas en las que hace rato se encontraban penosas almas. ¿Pero, un aullido? Imposible… y aún cuando algunos distraídos hacen caso omiso a tal advertencia, los anfitriones se resguardan de cualquier complicación y urgen a todos a volver a la posada. La preocupación en sus rostros es difícil de ignorar, pero no te queda opción más que acatar y tomar un último descanso antes de enfrentar la situación en la ciudad.
𝐀𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐎𝐂.
⦾ Los sucesos narrados han sido vivenciados por todos los personajes de primera mano y quedará en elles qué pudieron ver entre la cantidad de vástagos presentes o qué momento del fin del evento han sido testigos.
⦾ El tiempo límite para cerrar toda interacción correspondiente a la actividad actual será hasta la publicación de la siguiente, tanto en esta plataforma o en Discord. La siguiente actividad comenzará a las 15 HRS GMT-6.
⦾ Cualquier consulta, les recordamos que estamos a su disposición y a tan solo un mensaje de distancia. ¡Nos seguimos leyendo!
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las-microfisuras · 7 months
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MANIFIESTO
Yo me resisto,
en la calle de los ahorcados,
a acatar la orden
de ser tibia y cautelosa,
de asirme a la seguridad,
de acomodarme en la costumbre,
de usar reloj y placidez,
aventura a cuerda,
palabra pálida y mortal
y ojos con límites.
Yo me resisto,
entre las muelas del fracaso,
a cumplir la ley de cansarme,
de resignarme,
de sentarme en lo fofo del mundo
mortecina de una espada lánguida,
esperando el marasmo.
Yo me resisto,
acosada por silbatos atroces,
a la fatalidad
de encerrarme y perder la llave
o de arrojarme al pozo.
Con toda la médula
levanto, llevo, soy el miedo enorme,
y avanzo,
sin causa,
cantando entre ausentes.
- Amelia Biagioni, en Poesía completa, Adriana Hidalgo, Buenos Aires, 2009
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salbenjor · 25 days
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╰ *ㅤENZO VOGRINCIC? não! é apenas SALVADOR MOURA, ele é filho de DIONÍSIO do CHALÉ 12 e tem VINTE E OITO ANOS. a tv hefesto informa no guia de programação que ele está no NÍVEL TRÊS por estar no acampamento há ONZE ANOS, sabia? e se lá estiver certo, SAL é bastante OTIMISTA mas também dizem que ele é EMOTIVO. mas você sabe como hefesto é, sempre inventando fake news pra atrair audiência.ㅤ*
Agilidade sobre-humana, reflexos sobre-humanos.
Membro do Clube de Teatro, Líder da Equipe Azul da Parede de Escalada.
╰ *ㅤPODER !
Distorção de realidade: Salvador é capaz de corromper a realidade de seu oponente como bem desejar. Criando ilusões mentais que consigam confundir os sentidos alheios ou projetando quaisquer imagem diante dos olhos de seu alvo, Sal consegue imobilizar qualquer ser vivo por tempo suficiente para planejar seu próximo passo de fuga ou ataque. Tal habilidade, no entanto, possui um custo considerável de energia vital e o filho de Dionísio tende ficar sonolento e aparentando visível cansaço físico. Sendo assim, Salvador raramente faz uso de tal poder, recorrendo apenas em momentos de estresse ou de extrema urgência.
╰ *ㅤARSENAL !
Apesar de não ser muito fã do uso de armas para combate, Salvador possui um punhal com lâmina feita de bronze celestial. É ornamentado por minúsculas videiras encrustadas na madeira do cabo, além de fios de prata que terminam todo o acabamento estético da arma. A arma nunca fora usada e possui certo valor sentimental, ainda assim, Salvador a mantém presa a sua vestimenta apenas por precaução.
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╰ *ㅤCONHECENDO MELHOR !
Salvador é uruguaio por nascimento mas brasileiro por amor e alma! Buscando dar uma infância mais fácil e menos perigosa para o filho, Eliana Moura mudou-se para Rio de Janeiro logo após o nascimento do mesmo, afim de protegê-lo do mundo caótico que cedo ou tarde viria atormentá-lo algum dia. Sal, como gosta de ser chamado, teve uma vida agradável até os seus dezessete anos. Frequentou a escola, fez amigos e ainda arriscou se apaixonar. Pouco antes de seu décimo oitavo aniversário, Sal precisou dar adeus a essa realidade para encarar uma que ele apenas lia em livros e assistia em filmes. As informações não faziam sentido em sua cabeça e ele recusou acreditar logo de princípio, mas seu pensamento mudou quando ele precisou fugir de uma corpulenta criatura mitológica que começou a persegui-lo no seu caminho da escola para casa. Seu trajeto até o acampamento foi árduo. Ele não sabia se comunicar na língua inglesa e tudo que fez fora seguir o feixe de luz falante que o guiara até o Meio-Sangue com poucos ferimentos mas com vida. Nos primeiros dias, Salvador se manteve recluso e só sabia chorar. Chorava de saudades por sua cidade amada, pelos amigos e da mãe. Apesar do drama e das notáveis dificuldades, Salvador superou seus tormentos, dando uma chance de vez para viver aquela nova realidade. E Dionísio não tardou para reconhecê-lo como filho. Após alguns meses de convivência, o feixe de luz com o formato do símbolo do deus surgiu acima da cabeça do semideus durante o horário do almoço, explicitando para os presentes de quem se tratava ser sua filiação divina. Salvador não estava presente no acampamento quando tudo se sucedeu. Em meio a uma missão, receber a mensagem irônica de seu pai para que voltassem ao acampamento fora uma surpresa pouco desejada mas que rapidamente ele tratou de acatar. Desde então, Salvador tenta manter um humor animado, quase eufórico, uma forma prática que arranjou desde de criança para mascarar seu nervosismo e medo. Ele desconhecia a situação e para evitar qualquer paranoia, se mantinha atento apenas aos detalhes importantes, se colocando sempre a postos para ajudar, caso necessário.
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