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Seguiré probando con paletas de colores, estilos y diseños de ropa moderna :')
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"No quiero mi libertad, no hay razón para vivir con un corazón roto.
Esta es una dura situación, y solo me tengo a mí para culpar.
Es solo un simple hecho de la vida, le puede ocurrir a cualquiera.
Ganas, pierdes... es un riesgo que tienes que correr en el amor.
Oh, si, me enamoré,
Pero tu dices que se acabó,
Estoy cayendome a pedazos".
It's a Hard life-Queen
Spoiler Tercera Expansión
Bien podría tratar de arreglar todo, pero era dificil, no sabía qué hacer, no tenía idea y eso dolía. Eran años de haber estados juntos, y le era imposible concebir la idea de que él ya no estaría, miró a su alrededor, aún con la sensación de pánico y las manos hormigueando por el nerviosismo. Solo Sanji le causaba esas emociones intensas, solo el maldito rubio se metía en su piel y le provocaba aún sin estar físicamente en el lugar.
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WangXian WY Embarazo temprano / 3020 / Mpreg
Wei Ying, un joven de apenas 20, llega al hospital con su pequeño hijo de 3 años. Ambos presentan un cuadro fuerte de gripe.
¡Pediatra Lan Zhan al rescate!
Después de una consulta Wei Ying y su hijo terminan internados en pediatría.
Wen Qing insistió en que el joven estuviera en esa área porque "Demasiado inmaduro para que yo lo reciba 🙄 Capaz que lo mando a la morgue"
Por supuesto que tiene todo que ver con que el pediatra Lan Zhan pareciera muy interesado en este joven padre soltero.
"Doctor Lan Zhan, me mueeero, ¿y mi bebé?, necesito abrazarlo 😭"
"Tranquilo" dice mientras administra el suero "Cuidaré de ambos"
"¿De verdad? 🥺"
"Mn"
#wangxian#mo dao zu shi#mdzs manhua#mdzs au#lan wangji#lan zhan#wei wuxian#wei ying#au moderno#mpreg
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IN OUR PAST LIVES ( Part 1 )
Dario Sepúlveda x blackfem!reader (OC — Nina Fuentes)
“During his quest to find Griselda, Dario reunites with an old friend in Miami—”
PARING: Friend/ “Former Client” to Lovers
SUGGESTED TUNES💿: Mack the Knife (cover) by Tito Puente, La Plena Bomba Me Llama by Celia Cruz & Tito Puente, Yerbero Moderno by Celia Cruz, Abayarde by Tego Calderon, Una Noche Mas by Yasmin Levy
CONTENT: 18+ MDNI, SMUT, Cursing, Some racist language/ideologies (reference to La Perra Negra & the story takes place in late 1970s so you know, not the most foward-thinking of times), the main character is a sex worker, use of the Spanish language, star-crossed lovers-esque elements, references to death, drugs, trafficking, Cartel activities, or*l (fem & alluded to male receiving), f*ngering, praise k*nk, Fluff, Dario being lowkey a soft boy, *Unedited/Not Proofread
AUTHORS NOTE: uhmmm who else has seen alberto guerra in griselda??? 👀 it’s a great show highly recommend everyone go watch! alberto being shirtless is just an added bonus, so basically this is slightly AU-ish in this fic dario travels back to miami twice (i think i can’t remember lol) before “finding” griselda—full stop bc spoilers but yeah. the OC is a former sex worker, and Afro-Colombian/Latina (faceclaim is Yaya DaCosta <3), but yeah i hope y’all enjoy :) 💖
Medellín, Colombia - Spring 1976 (The Past)
The weather was in a particularly odd flux. For most of the day, heat raged on like an unrelenting wave, the weatherman reported scorching temperatures, a whopping, almost record breaking 101 degrees. Medellin quickly became a ghost-town, people sought refuge from the unbearable temperatures. The heat trickled its way into the evening, until around 9 or so, storm clouds suddenly swirled the sky, then, boom, a torrential downpour. The rain came down in violent pelts, hitting everything and anything insight. However, as quickly as the storm came, it went. The temperatures went down, the rain aided in crispness in the air. The wind swept through the streets and neighborhoods of Medellin, with coolness and airiness that was necessary, relieving.
Relief was exactly what Nina needed.
With the scorching temperatures, it brought a particular irritation with her clientele. It was like the hotter it became, the meaner they were. One of her regulars, Mr. Moneybags (an older gentleman, who happened to be very, very, generous with his wealth.), who was severely punctual and only wanted oral. He was never rude, impatient or rough with her. Until today. He was late, storming into her room, barking orders for her get on her knees, and when Nina finally did give him what he wanted, all Mr. Moneybags could ramble on about was high rough day at the office and he needed to tame "La Perra Negra". To make matters worse, when Mr. Moneybags orgasmed, he cummed on her shirt (a brand-new halter top, made of fine silk and in the prettiest shade of coral, it wasn't cheap, it cost her 78 pesos.) and in her hair (pillowy-soft coils as someone told her once). That was a complete, no, no.
Mr. Moneybags was the first of her clients to receive a verbal lashing, but he wasn't the last. As the hours rolled by, each man arriving acting more brutish and egregious than the last. Nina handed out her lashings with ease, all for her to be met with the same insult, fuck you, Perra Negra. The heat only fueled her rage, so much that the one customer, who had some semblance of decorum, went soft in her mouth. He quickly scurried out, offering a sympathetic smile, and promised that he'll come back next week, when she felt better.
So, when the storm came, Nina was more than relieved. She got some reprieve from her finnicky clients, even though her room was tucked away on the further corner of the brothel, the rain seemed to drown out the noise from the other end of the compound. She was able to soak her stresses away in her tub, light a candle or two, slip on her favorite mini-silk robe, and actually rest. The raindrops served as a lullaby from Nina as she drifted off to sleep.
Now, at 2 AM, Nina sat in a chair on her small balcony. She people-watched from her small corner, relishing in the cool breeze the generously fanned over her skin. She more than deserved this peace and stillness after the shit she had to deal with. After a while, Nina became engrossed in this older couple blocks away, were dancing in the middle of the street. She was so enraptured with the couple she didn't even hear the door creep open.
A familiar scent drifted through the air, a blend of cinnamon, tobacco, cardamom, and strangely mint. Nina couldn't help the smile the curled onto to her lips, as heavy footsteps inched closer and closer.
"You left the door open,"
Nina smirked. "What if I left it open for you,"
"Hm. That's unlike you,"
Nina turned around meeting those soft, russet-colored eyes, she cared to enjoy so much. She playfully batted her eye lashes.
"Oh, Dario, you mustn't forget, you are my favorite customer," Nina purred. She rose from her seated position, and unabashedly took in Dario's appearance.
He was meticulously dressed, he wore neatly ironed, black slacks with a coordinating black dress shirt. A few buttons were undone, revealing a sliver of warm-tawny skin, and the ink-colored edges of a tattoo. Nina wondered sometimes what the fully tattoo would look like, or better, would she ever get to see it.
From the first night they met, Nina gathered that Dario was someone who took pride in their appearance. He was never sloppy, not a flick of dirt or dust sullied his clothes or shoes. Thick, brown tresses were combed and quaffed with care, while he maintained neatly trimmed facial hair. Even the way Dario carried himself was equally irresistible, he possessed a poise and calmness that was developed, cultivated, even. He was careful with his words, never speaking out of turn or without thought. He charmed his way into people's hearts, both old and young alike.
Dario was a true debonair. It was the perfect distraction from what he truly was, a hit man. El Sicario.
"You look thirsty," Nina strutted past Dario to the small bar along the wall inside, "Would you like a drink?"
''Not tonight,"
Nina tsked, "Where's the fun in that? You can't just humor me, I've had a terrible day and--"
"Enough Nina," She paused to looked over her shoulder at him. His brows were furrowed, as looked intensely at Nina. After a beat, Nina turned a back around, pouring some tequila in a glass. She turned back around, gesturing for Dario to speak. "I'm looking for someone," Dario pulled a photo out of his front pocket.
"Aren't you always," Nina sassed. She couldn't help it, she was enjoying seeing Dario a bit peeved, it was so refreshing to see, even Dario, el sicario himself, could be annoyed.
He shows her the photo, "Vincent Fernandez, you know him?"
Nina scans the picture, taking in the face of the man.
"Yes and no," Dario's eyebrow quirks, "His real name is Vincent, but nobody calls him that. He goes by Chuy,"
"Okay...Chuy, have you seen him?"
"Yeah, a few weeks ago. He was coming out of Carmen's room...now that I think about it, she was leaving with him. She carried a suitcase too. Haven't seen her since,"
Immediately, Dario balled up the picture, flinging at the wall. He began to pace and back forth, his left handed raked through his hair, messing up that of that beautiful handiwork.
Something thrummed inside of Nina as she watched Dario slowly lose composure. Dario’s beautiful features were twisted with frustration, his jaw was clenched, and eyes were blazed. He stopped pacing and stood next to a small coffee table with vase that sat on top. With hesitation, Dario snatched the vase and launched it at the wall. Ceramic shards exploded on impact, pieces flew everywhere in the process.
"FUCK!"
"What the hell is your problem!?" Nina rushed over, she brushed past him, and picked up a broken piece of the vase, "Fuckin' pendejo, this was a gift from a friend," She was seething, gearing up to cuss him out to fullest extent but she paused. On one of the broken pieces with a red speck. Nina's eyes drifted towards the floor, seeing a trail of red spots, the spots grew larger and larger, until there was a small pool of blood underneath Dario's hand. "...You're bleeding,"
"What?" Dario one step but Nina quickly stopped him.
"Stop! Stop, it's getting all on the floor. Go to the bathroom and rinse the cut. When your done there's a first aid kit and a bottle of peroxide in cabinet, grab it, and sit on the couch," Dario just stood there a bit lost in his eyes, "Vete! Go, now!"
Dario disappeared into the bathroom, leaving Nina in the mess he created.
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"This is going to sting so keep still," The two sat next to each other on the couch. In one hand, Nina gently cradled Dario's hand, his wounded palm facing up. The other hand held a cotton ball soaked in Hydrogen peroxide. She slowly inched the ball towards the cut, when it the skin, Dario instantly hissed, moving his hand slightly. Nina pressed again, trying to be a bit softer than before, but Dario jerked his hand away again. Nina swatted at his stomach. "Ay! Stop moving,"
Dario finally complied, relaxing against her touch, letting her clean the cut. A quietness fell over them as Nina worked in a comfortable rhythm of wiping and dabbing.
"I'll make sure to pay for the vase," Nina stopped, looking up at Dario. There was a sincerity in his eyes, and something else...embarrassment maybe? "The least I could do, since you put up with shit all the time..."
Nina bit the inside of her cheek to keep herself from smiling, at Dario's gesture. She said nothing in return, but instead sat the used cotton balls to the side and reached for the roll of bandages. Nina couldn't make heads or tails of how she felt about Dario right. One part of her was agitated with him with how he broke her vase and how edgy he was being towards her all of the sudden. The other part of her was attracted to Dario, something about him losing control like that revved her engine. For once he wasn't so controlled and calculated, he was human, flaws and all.
"I know I'm not supposed to ask, but, why are you looking for Chuy?" Nina asked, slowly wrapped the bandages around Dario's hand.
To Nina's surprise, he answered. "He took something that didn't belong to him,"
"...Oh. Oh," Nina nodded realizing what Dario what he meant. Chuy had to have stolen a kilo or two of coke from them. Everyone in Medellin knew stealing from the Bravo family was a guaranteed death sentence. "Shit, I should've known..."
Dario shook his head. "It's not on you. The sneaky bastard managed to fool all of us, especially me,"
Nina chuckled nervously as she tucked the last strip of the bandage underneath a bottom layer.
"All finished," She slowly let go of Dario's hand to gather and put back her supplies, "I would give it a day before checking the cut to see if its healing. Just try to keep it your hands clean the best you can,"
Dario nodded. "Thank you,"
Nina smiled gently at him. She could feel his eyes on her as she bounced around and out of the room disposing of the trash and putting her supplies back. When she came back into the room, she found Dario relaxed against the couch looking outside. She followed his gaze up to the night sky. The normal starry, ink-colored sky was now filled with stormy clouds.
"It's going to rain again," Nina murmured, she returned to her spot next to Dario.
"How'd you figure?"
Nina pointed to the sky. "The clouds. Plus, the air is getting thick...y'know humidity,"
Dario laughed, flashing those gorgeous pearly whites, making Nina's heart skip a beat. He quickly quieted as a look of curiosity filled his expression.
"Where'd you learn to do that kind of stuff...like patch people up?"
"I guess I got tired of getting rug burns and bruises on my knees from giving head so much. It's bad for business,"
"That's fucked up,"
Nina shrugged. "It's a part of the job. I have to be perfect and presentable at all times. It's what sells the fantasy. So, I had to become my own doctor, learn how to patch myself up. I also learned, that if I was on my knees for too long, all the time, I wasn't doing my job correctly.
Dario tipped his head, scratching at his goatee, "Where the guys always that rough with you?"
"Someone is mighty curious tonight," Nina teased. She twirled a coil round her pointer finger, "but, to answer your question, no. Some tried to, but I was always on guard. I had to be, I'm the only black girl here...La Perra Negra. Before my regulars, most of the guys thought because I’m black, a morenita, that's I wanted. It took some threats and me pulling out my switch blade a couple of times, but they got the picture. Sometimes I feel bad for them...they’re so caught up in fucking me as a conquest, and not for their own pleasure. Typical men,"
Dario's brow quirked. "Typical?"
"You know what I mean. Most men when they have sex are either caught up in some ego thing, or only focus on pleasuring themselves they don't bother in pleasuring their partners, especially if the partner is a woman,"
"I suppose you're right,"
"You suppose? Do you feel the opposite?”
"Not entirely. You do have a point…I guess I’m not most men. I like pleasuring my woman,” Dario rasped. His pink tongue swiped at his bottom lip before continuing, “It turns me on to see her lose..composure ‘cause I’m fuckin’ her so good. I dunno it just gets me there. I could never get hard or cum without doing so,”
From the tops of Nina's ears all the way to the bottoms of her manicured toes, she ran hot. Her mind raced with flashes of images of her and Dario in the nastiest of scenarios. If she wasn't sure about being attracted to Dario, this solidified it. Despite her growing need to literally lunge herself at him, she pulled back. She needed to make him sweat.
"I guess there's some room for exceptions," Nina hummed, she readjusted herself, re-crossing her legs, make sure to give him a quick flash of her lacy panties. She secretly thanked her Orishas, when she saw Dario's eyes wander to her thighs.
"I had customer the other day," Nina continued, "Sweet guy, couldn't fuck to save his life, so I suggested get on top. I thought riding him would be better, but it wasn't. So, in a last-ditch effort, I closed my eyes and imagined it someone else..."
"Who did you imagine?"
"...You. I imagined you underneath me, fucking me. I fantasized about those beautiful brown eyes staring up at me. How it would feel to have your hands on me...all the things those hands could do. Like would you pull my hair, or grip my hips so hard that I would have bruises? Or, would you smack my ass while you stroked, deep inside me...even better would you hold my hands behind my back, while you played with my clit? Then, like magic, I came...I don't think I've cum so hard in my life—”
He cut her off with kiss. It was gentle and sweet. As Dario moved his lips, he gingerly swept his tongue against Nina’s lips savoring her taste. He snaked his arms around Nina’s waist, drawing her closer to him. A small whimper escaped Nina as Dario’s hands roamed her body. She felt her body hum with need as he rubbed and squeezed at her flesh. A smarting slap from Dario caused Nina to mewl breaking the kiss.
“Fuck! Dario,” Nina whined. She leaned her forehead against Dario’s. She pulled back to see Dario’s face fully, her heart rattled against her chest as she ran her fingers through his hair.
“Mi hermosa mariposa," Dario murmured, hands drifted up and down the sides of Nina's torso. She felt a wetness begin to pool beneath her, the more Dario caressed her.
“I want you,”
Dario smiled softly. “Yeah?”
“Mhm,” Nina nodded her hands reaching for Dario’s belt buckle, but he stopped her.
“It’s not about me tonight,” he hoisted her up, wrapping her legs around him as he carried Nina to bed. Dario dropped her softly down the plush sheets. “It’s all about you,”
Nina could tell from the serious yet lustful glint in his eyes that Dario meant every word he said. She sat up on her elbows watching as Dario’s nimble fingers undid the belt of her robe. He pushed the fabric, revealing nothing but soft curves, rich brown skin and lacy fabric. With his pointer finger, Dario traced Nina's collar bone, dragging it down her navel, leaving a trail of goosebumps the further down he went. Nina's breath hitched in her throat as Dario's thumbs rubbed soft circles on the skin above the waistband of her panties.
"I like the way your eyes light up when I touch you, solecita,"
"Please, Dario. Enough games,"
Dario chuckled. He held her hips in place, sinking down to his knees.
"Patience," Dario held his gaze as he inched his head closer to Nina's clothed pussy. The two moaned in unison when Dario licked a stripe at Nina's clothed entrance. He continued on licking, probing, and mouthing her pussy. Moans fell helplessly from Nina's lips as she felt the lacy fabric rub against her clit. Dario relentlessly moved his tongue, spurring Nina on, she felt slick dripping downwards on her thighs.
"More. I need more, baby, please,"
It was like switch went off in Dario. He stopped all movement, as he just stared at Nina. Long eyelashes fluttered as he slowly blinked.
"Baby...say that again," he murmured.
"Baby," Nina cooed. She sat up, reaching for Dario, she cupped his cheek. He nuzzled her cheek, placing a kiss on her palm.
Then like a flash, Dario ripped Nina's panties a part. He skillfully gathered the torn shreds and flung them away. He dove straight for Nina's pussy. Despite his meticulous nature, when it came to pleasure Dario was sloppy. There was no spot or area left unattended. His tongue alternating between swirling and lapping Nina's clit. Dario's pace was so unrelenting, it sent Nina's body into throws of pleasure. Just when she felt the familiar coil in her belly, Dario pulled back, only to blow cooly onto her drenched pussy.
"B-baby, fuck!" Nina yelped aloud, her hands found themselves back into Dario's hair, as he returned back to her core.
He placed a wet kiss, creating a lewd smacking noise that echoed into the air. Dario dove back in, plunging his expertly skilled tongue into her entrance, fucking her. Nina felt like her entire body was on fire, completely blazed with pleasure as Dario relentlessly fucked her pussy. Her mind swirled feeling the familiar coil in her stomach become tighter and tighter.
"I-I'm gonna cum. Oooh shit," Nina panted. She pulled tighter at Dario's hair. "I'm c-cuming, fuckkkk!"
The coil snapped. Nina shakily thrusted her hips towards Dario's mouth, riding out her orgasm. Dario stayed still softly lapping up her cum, he did keep gentle hand on Nina's waist to steady her.
"Mhmmm, so good to me, baby, s'good," Nina loosen her grip on Dario's tresses, letting her arms fall back onto the bed.
Dario hummed appreciatively before pressing soft kisses on Nina's inner thighs. Her fluttered when she saw the slick sheen of her nectar glistening in Dario's mustache and goatee.
"You like when I'm good to you?" Nina could feel his grip on her thighs get tighter as he spoke. When Nina nodded instead replying, Dario slapped her thigh. "Words, Nina, I wanna hear you,"
"Yes!"
"Good. You gonna be good for me this time?" Nina hissed when two of Dario's fingers found her clit, rubbing taut circles.
"Yessss, I'll be good for you, baby!"
He quickly switched his technique, he plunged his fingers into her wetness. Nina whined at the squelching and lewd noises that her pussy made as Dario stroked in and out of her. Dario bent down and gave Nina searing hot kiss, he wedged his tongue inside of Nina's mouth, allowing her to taste herself.
"Please don't stop,"
"I won't mi amor, I can feel you...you close?"
"So close, baby, please,"
Dario slowed his pace down, giving Nina slower strokes, but drove deeper, and deeper every time. Her walls fluttered around his fingers when they met her oh so sweet spot. Nina's orgasm came swiftly as a fast-moving freight train. Her mind went blank, as she screamed out in pleasure. Nina's legs jerked and spasmed as her nectar flowed out in endless droves. Dario slowly slipped his fingers out, kissing the side of Nina's face as she reveled in the planes of ecstasy.
The two fell back into the bed. Nina snuggled up close to Dario's side, her fingers still tingly, traced the ink of his half-covered up tattoo. She looked out to the balcony. It was raining.
"I think we knew each other in our past lives..." Dario trailed, he kept his eyes towards the ceiling as spoke.
"As what? Enemies?" Nina teased.
"No," He sighed deeply, turning to meet her eyes. His face was open, vulnerable, Nina felt her heart flutter. "We were...something to each other, I know it..."
For the second time this night a quietness fell over them. They stared wordlessly at one another, as the raindrops lightly pelted outside. Nina didn't know what to make of Dario's sudden confession, or revelation. She did know that the way he looked at her in this moment, made her feel all mushy and gooey inside. Nina leaned in capturing Dario's lips into a passionate kiss.
"You know what I know," Nina purred parting from Dario's lips. She straddled him, reaching for his belt buckle, this time Dario didn't stop her. "Reciprocity...Can I have some more, baby?"
"Yes. Mi amor, in every lifetime."
#siribaesfics#dario sepulveda x blackfem!reader#dario sepúlveda x blackfem!reader#dario x blackfem!reader#alberto guerra fanfiction#griselda netflix fanficiton#black fanfiction#poc fanfiction#woc fanfiction
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hinny sketch
Ginny siendo perfecta y Harry siendo su fan #1. Es un AU moderno :P
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Kid x Killer op fanfic
Trama: Killer es un joven recién llegado a la preparatoria New World y está ansioso por comenzar su nueva vida. Los primeros días en la escuela transcurren sin contratiempos. Sin embargo, todo cambia cuando su camino se entrelaza con el de alguien más.
Ships: Kidkiller, Lawlu, Zosan.
Etiquetas: Au escolar, entorno moderno, omegaverse, romance, almas gemelas, idiotas enamorados.
Advertencia: Cambios de edades y físico de los personajes, capítulos largos, insinuaciones sexuales, discriminación hacia los omegas y mención de otros ships.
Notas de Autor: Si este contenido no es de tu agrado, no lo leas, recuerda que es solo ficción.
#one piece#one piece fanfiction#one piece kid#killer one piece#kidkiller#eustass kid#kid x killer#trafalgar law#monkey d luffy#vinsmoke sanji#roronoa zoro#yamato#kiku#zoro x sanji#law x luffy#zosan#lawlu#fanfic
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Sempre venho tentando melhorar os meus serviços de entregas, buscando inovar e trazer o que há de mais moderno em termos de envios de mensagens e atualizando todos os meus serviços para melhor atendê-los. Sendo assim, trago uma atualização nos Termos de Uso:
Prezades,
Esperamos que este comunicado u encontre bem. Estamos entrando em contato para informar sobre algumas atualizações em nossos Termos de Uso, que entrarão em vigor a partir de agora 19/01/2024 às 11:30. Agradecemos por dedicar um tempo para revisar estas alterações.
Principais Mudanças:
Adição de nova regra - A partir de hoje fica aqui declarada a adição de regra no envio das mensagens. Estas, quando direcionadas à alguem, deverá conter o nome da pessoa a qual se destina. Apelidos e derivados são desconsiderados e a mensagem voltará au rementente.
Conotação sexual - A partir de hoje, mensagens com conotação sexual serão desconsideradas e devolvidas au destinatáriu.
Razões para as Mudanças:
Para melhor atendê-lus e gerar praticidade entre a equipe de entregadores na agilidade do envio das suas mensagens. Temos um fluxo muito alto de pessoas dentro do acampamento e, infelizmente, não temos como acompanhar o desenrolar das relações interpessoais de cada. O nome é a maneira mais fácil de identificar-mos u destinatáriu para o envio da mensagem.
Entendo que nosso público é de idades variadas, entretanto, a receptividade para algumas mensagens pode não ser como a esperada e não quero associar os meus serviços a nenhum tipo de importunação e, principalmente, a sexual.
Como Isso Afeta Você:
Suas mensagens serão entregues mais rapidamente diretamente à quem foi enviada sem extravios de produtos ou perdidas em meio às demais mensagens enquanto se tenta identificar a quem é destinada.
Seu Consentimento:
Ao continuar usando nossos serviços após a data de vigência das mudanças, você estará concordando com os novos Termos de Uso. Peço que respondam a este comunidado com um Up para ciência de recebimento e leitura desse termo.
Como Obter Mais Informações:
Para uma visão completa das alterações, recomendamos a leitura dos Termos de Uso atualizado e reforço o pedido na releitura para usuárius antigus, pois estamos detectando desatenção de usuárius quanto ao uso dos serviços de entregas de mensagens. Se tiver alguma dúvida ou preocupação, entre em contato conosco em nosso suporte.
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Hola —hace un AU moderno— adiós!!
Créanlo o no, pero Seyu SI es un papa emocionado con sus hijos y muy cuidadoso porque tiene miedo de hacerle daño a su esposa por su tamaño y fuerza;;;;;
En aquí deje a Remember como su hijito adoptado, tendría como unos 10 años cuando Irina espera a los mellizos.
Y por supuesto, es el orgullo de papá!
Y los mellizos chiquitos hablando como niños que son!!!
@soutenir-les-artistes
#Irina#Seyu#Remember#Ediel#Aiko#undertale au#undertale oc#oc#boceto#digital sketch#sketch#artists on tumblr#algo random#no se mas que poner
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Aizetsu AU Moderno
Estoy practicando pintar con grises, y le ha tocado a un dibujito de aizetsu con su lectora de una historia que tengo en wattpad!
#kimetsu no yaiba#aizetsu x reader#aizetsu#hantengu x reader#wattpad#fanfic#fluff scenario#aizetsu demon slayer
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Vai ter mais Artes de Tripamy ou começou a shippar Surgamy??? 🤨
(Eu shippo ambos)
OMG 😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨
MANA MDS EU SHIPPAVA A UM TEMPÃO AS DUAS DMEHEHSKSHEKWANEHEKENSGAKEHE
Olha, eu tenho um headcanon de umas aus de RP com o meu amigo:
A Amy no universo clássico ela é BI.
E a Amy do universo moderno é lésbica.
ou seja, ela namora o Sonic e a trip (o Sonic sabe e apoia pq a trip recebe ódio (MUITO ÓDIO) do Dr Eggman. (Ela tem o bark também que cuida bem dela (trip) e não apoia as coisas que o Eggman faz (sim, tem os hooligans).
E a Amy do moderno (no caso a au dos RP da surge que se passa 2 anos Depois do imposter syndrome) começa a namorar com a surge depois que ela terminou com o Sonic (Sonic ficou muito machista DO NADA e tentava horrores matar a Amy)
Ou seja, sim, vai ter artes de surgamy (eu comprei um sketchbook novo, então provavelmente vai ter arte hoje pra eu não ficar muito parada pelas coisas do Zine que eu tô fazendo)
Muito obrigada pela pergunta mana! <3
#sonic the hedgehog#sonic fandom#sonic idw#sonic fanart#classic sonic#surge the tenrec#classic amy#tripamy#surgamy#amy rose the hedgehog#classic sonamy#sonamy#pt br#pt br users
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A quick Lams drawing in a Moderno Au.
Alex is angry about something but we don't know what.
In my modern Au, both are politicians, and like Alex comes from the lower middle class, doing politics from his neighborhood and social networks, he is not used to shirts! (Luckily for him John does know how to tie knots)
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Max Ernst's "One Week of Kindness"
Which could also be called "A Week of Benevolence" - the original French being "Une semaine de bonté".
This post is a follow-up to a reblog I made, right here. Please go read this reblog first, because this post continues from all the info I placed there. If you don't go check it out first, you'll be slightly or massively confused.
I wanted to expand a bit on this fascinating piece of art, and to do so I'll use the info the Musée d'Orsay shared and put on their website when they organized an exposition of Une semaine de bonté.
An expo that deserves its own mention due to how exceptional it was. It was a 2008-2009 exposition of the original collages of Max Ernst the booklets were reproductions of. It was a grand world-tour that started in the Albertina palace of Vienna and ended in the Musée d'Orsay of Paris, passing by Brühl, Hamburg and Madrid. Why was it such a big deal? Because this was the second exposition of Ernst' work - the only other exposition of Une semaine de bonté's collages was in 1936, in the Museo de Arte Moderno of Madrid, just before the Spanish Civil War. It had been organized by Paul Eluard, who loved Ernst' work, but five of the illustrations couldn't be part of the exposition - due to being deemed too "indecent" or "blasphemous". And since this date, the works had never seen the light of day anymore, being preserved in private collections... It explains why the second exposition was such a big deal.
A few more sources for this collage-work I forgot to talk about: Beyond the general category of covers and illustrations of investigation stories/crime novels/polar tales, we also know that Ernst used illustrations of Sade's novels, the caricatures of Grandville, and the illustrations of Fantomas.
As with typical surrealist work, Une semaine de bonté offers a work of onirism that transcends the limits and categorizations imposed by society, by science, by our very conception of reality, and rather offers nonsensical visions and extraordinary wonders. It was the third "roman-collage" of Ernst, after "La femme 100 têtes" of 1929 and "Rêve d'une petite fille qui voulut entrer au Carmel" (1930). Throughout the illustrations, we find many references to the Bible, to famed legends, to fairy tales, to Greco-Roman mythology, but mixed with Ernst' recurring and favorite themes. More precisely, his strong rejections and dislikes: his rejection of the Church, his hatred of the bourgeoisie, his dislike of the traditional family, his refusal of patriotism...
Because Une semaine de bonté is actually a denunciation work, a great critique, a satirical caricature of the French society of the 1930s. Ernst superposes, subverts and reverses all sorts of stereotypical and cliches depictions, of either the "good society", or of the evil, the crime, the monster. Now, of course, there is no actual "real" or "good" story for this work. It is open to interpretation and everybody has to and must find their own meaning in it - as with all proper surrealist work... But there is still strong themes that form recurring motifs, and a message Ernst wasn't so subtle about.
The satirical, ironical, cynical, biting nature of the work can be read in the very title, which plays on two levels. One, on a Christian level: "Seven capital elements" is, as I said, a parody of the "seven deadly sins/seven capital sins" ; the motif of a work centered around a week alerts that there will be numerous references to the Biblical genesis, but most importantly "One week of kindness" is a reference to "La semaine de bonté", The Week of Kindness, a 1927 association creating for social help. Tied to this subversion of typical Christan morals, ideas and values, is the second level of irony in the title: this collage-novel is called "One week of kindness"... And yet it depicts all sorts of violences and abuses. Its pages are filled with murders, tortures and natural disasters - and Ernst doesn't hesitate to subtly denounce the sensationalism of a society obsessed with depictions and illustrations of the most horrible and criminal sides of humanity.
It also is no wonder that this work was created during the 1930s. The ghosts of the World Wars are haunting this piece. On one side, Ernst was seeing with an anxious and angry eye the rise of violent nationalist movements and of brutal, discriminatory dictatorships - the very ones that would cause World War II. On the other side, Ernst was of this generation that inherited the trauma and memories of World War I, had to live with the broken and disfigured survivors of the "Great War". Ernst himself had served in the German army during the Great War (if you don't know, while Ernst was born and raised in Germany, he ended up having a triple-nationality, German, American and French). One can almost read in this book Ernst' vitriolic take on a society that distracts itself with materialism, excessive pleasures and sensationalism, in an attempt to bury the wraiths of its past, and to stay blind to the dangers ahead...
It is only by the last day of the week that the atrocities fade away, and that we return to pure oniric poetry, in a set of illustrations focusing on voluptuousness and fantasy, inviting to or glorifying freedom and dreams... Now let's take a look at the structure of the Week in more details.
Day 1: Sunday. Element: Mud. Example: The Lion of Belfort
(The Lion of Belfort is a commemorative statue of the Alsacian town of Belfort in France, in homage to how the city had been assieged by the Prussians during the Franco-Prussian war of 1870)
Another Christian subversion: the week doesn't begin here on a Monday, but on a Sunday. We also see some of the games Ernst has with the Biblical Genesis not just by waking the "last" day of Genesis the first day of the week, but also by associating to Sunday (the day of rest for a God that created everything already) the day of the "mud" (understand, the primordial mud from before the world was created, the "chaos", the "primordial soup" from which the universe had to be sculpted). Not only that, but Sunday, the holiest day of the week for Christians, is filled with brutal deaths, sadistic violence and blasphemous imagery.
More precisely, this booklet/day explores the relationships between men and women, male and females. And... let's just say Ernst has a bad view of it, since all the interactions between male and female characters in this booklet can be summarized by: persecution, seduction, theft, punishment, torture, death. Since the Lion of Belfort is the recurring theme, there is a recurring character throughout the illustrations of a lion-faced man. He is always in a position of power and domination, and it is no surprise: we often see him wear military decorations, political medals or even religious symbols such as the Sacred Heart. As a result, the lion-man clearly embodies all the dominating, oppressive and violent male-dominated organizations of the time: the political world, the military and the Church.
(If you are curious, the Musée d'Orsay offered the original picture on which the one above was based. It was taken from the Mémoire de Monsieur Claude:
Day two: Monday. Element: Water. Example: Water.
Unlike the male-dominated first booklet, this one is filled with female figures, making it the most "feminine" of all the days. There is still a lot of violence in it - but it is not a man-made violence anymore. Rather Ernst presents the violence of nature, the brutality of natural disasters - through water, a water that is seen flooding bedrooms, destroying bridges, or drowning entire streets of Paris.
Day three: Tuesday. Element: Fire. Example: The dragon's courtyard/The court of the dragon.
La Cour du Dragon, The Dragon's Courtyard is actually - or rather was - a famous street of Paris. It doesn't exist anymore, but it was in the 6th arrondissement, between today's Rue du Dragon and Rue de Rennes. This street was called as such because of a famous dragon-sculpture located at the top of one of its entrances - the dragon can still be seen at the Louvres I believe. And it is within illustrations of this "Dragon's courtyard" that the booklet begins.
The dragon is one of the recurring symbols of the booklet, with variations: dragons and snakes of all shapes and size that follow the characters around ; humans with various dragon or snake-like features ; or simply the presence of bat wings reminding of demons, sometimes counterbalanced by angelic characters with bird wings. Here, the caricature, in terms of setting and characters, clearly is of the bourgeoisie. Not only is Ernst making the world of the bourgeoisie "Hellish" by filling it with snakes, dragons, demons and flames, but he also seems to use the symbolism of the fire as a way to denote the cliche of the "passion bourgeoisie", the violence of passions, emotions and desires within the bourgeois world, leading to tragedies. (Opposing the "natural forces" of the water, here fire seems to be the human forces) It is no wonder that this booklet has a great emphasis on walls and doors, often decorated by surrealist symbols: they are here to evoke a cloistered, walled-up, compartimented world where walls and doors hide and try to restrain things such as fears, desires or dreams...
Day four: Wednesday. Element: Blood. Example: Oedipus.
This booklet is entirely driven by the myth of Oedipus (that we know to have been one of the surrealists' favorite Greek myth). All the illustrations have one element or another of the legend, and keep retelling specific episodes of Oedipus' adventures. Oedipus killing his own father, the riddle of the Sphinx, or baby-Oedipus being abandoned at birth... Oedipus himself is symbolized in the collages as a bird-headed man.
One of the most famous collages of this booklet is the one that retranscribes the part of the legend that gave Oedipus his name, "swollen feet" or "swollen ankles", due to receiving a wound there as a baby. In Ernst's work, the bird-headed man (Oedipus) rather stabs in the foot a woman:
Day five: Thursday. Element: Black. Example: The laughter of the rooster ; followed by "Easter Island".
This is where we reach the last three days placed in one same booklet. It is also only in this last booklet that Ernst placed text, in the form of quotes or poems from other authors. This day has three quotes. In the "Laughter of the Rooster" segment, two. One from Marcel Shwob's L'Anarchie: "Those of them that are joyful sometimes rise their behind up to the sky and thow their feces at the face of other men ; than they lightly hit their bellies." Another from Schwob's Le Rire: "Laughter is probably fated to disappear." The third quote comes from the Easter Island segment, and is from Arp: "Stones are filled with entrails. Bravo. Bravo."
Here the symbols seem to again represent men or organizations of power. On one side, you have the recurring rooster - which is of course the symbol of France, and thus can be seen as a representation of the French government or French state. On the other side you have cruel and brutal men with the head or faces of the Easter Island statues, reflecting them not just being humans made of stone - but being literal "stones idols" (in the religious sense of the term, the sin of idolatry, again a Christian subversion).
Day 6: Friday. Element: Sight. Example: The inside of the sight / The interior of the view.
Again, three quotes here. One from Professors O. Decroly and R. Buyse's "Les tests mentaux": "If three is greater than six, make a circle around the cross, and if water extinguishes fire, draw a line from the sceal to the candle, passing above the knife, then make a cross on the ladder." One from Paul Eluard's "Comme deux gouttes d'eau": "And to love I oppose / Already-made images / Instead of images to be made" (The text is much more poetic and punny in the original French). The final quote is from André Breton's "Le revolver aux cheveux blancs": "A man and a woman absolutely white."
Unlike the previous booklets which presented dynamic, violent, active, interactive scenes, here we are in more still, contemplative images. Symbols, visions and settings to be looked at and gazed at, as the title of the section indicates.
Final day: Saturday. Element: Unknown. Example: The key of songs (again, a pun on "The key of fields", a French expression)
Only one quote: "........ / ........ / ........ / ......" from Pétrus Borel's "Was-ist-das".
For this part, the Musée d'Orsay used a quote by André Breton to explain Ernst's intentions: from the Surrealism Manifesto, "Glory to hysteria and its cohort of young, naked women sliding down the roofs. The problem of womankind is, to the world, everything there is of wonderful and troubled/murky." In this final day, we see women, always leaving a bed or bedroom or resting place, and either flying away or entering landscapes where gravity does not work. There is clearly here a work on the "clinal hysteria", and Ernst' own take on the surealists great obsession with hysteria, that they deemed to be disease, yes, but an illness that brought both freedom and inspiration. This idea of being set free is within the section's very title: "Prendre la clé des champs", "To take the key of the fields" is an expression meaning to go away (especially to go away from an oppressing or suffocating, unpleasant situation), to flee, escape, disappear (with the connotation of the fields as a vast, open space of great possibilities and endless horizon).
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Ando imaginando un AU moderno donde Adam y Lucifer son papás solteros y básicamente Lucifer es bien insistente con querer salir con Adam, y este lo suele rechazar y- y la trama aún anda en proceso ok
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btw i love your art and vibes and idk if you're into ace attorney anymore but i wrote a whole analysis of edgeworth based on one of my favorite legal essays.... im a law student who loves history so we're like. similar vibes! do you have any books on legal history, or any legal essays, you'd recommend? :0
Thank you! I do generally still like aa, I just post about it a bit less- oh but that sounds very interesting as a base for an analysis. Eye.
I am taking a course on legal history this semester, actually! So I hope you won't mind if my suggestions are taken from my syllabus or from the bibliography of said syllabus that I looked at for my own research (and hopefully you can find translations if needed):
- "Lo Stato Moderno in Europa. Istituzioni e diritto" by M. Fioravanti
- "Historie du droit administratif (de la Révolution au début des années)" by F. Burdeau
- "L'età dei diritti" by N. Bobbio
- "The philosophical Origins of Modern Contract Doctrine" by J. Gordley
- "Scienza Giuridica Italiana, un profilo storico" by P. Grossi (his work in general on the history of law is very interesting)
And specifically on criminal justice:
- "Diritto e Ragione, teoria del garantismo penale" by L. Ferrajoli
- "Vidi communiter observarit" in the journal 'quaderni fiorentini per la storia del pensiero giuridico moderno'.
- "I volti della giustizia e del potere: analisi comparativistica del processo" by M.R. Damaska
- "Criminalia (nascita dei sistemi penali)" by F. Cordero
Apologies if this is a long list, of most of these I've had the chance to read specific chapters and not the entire work, but! I thought them quite interesting regardless + I haven't had the time to look up the specific authors I'm sure there's at least one here whose values I don't agree with but I am one man and this is a spur-of-the-moment list
#[.asks]#sevenyeargap#law student who likes history to history student who likes law communication happening rn. Similar vibes indeed!#I wanted to add two german titles to this but they're more- obscure? I think? More specifically about work-laws and international law#infodump tag
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Can I request a modern au where gyutaro is sick and fem!reader takes care of him?
Do u know tadano and Komi? I would think he would be flustered that we feed him, put our hand in his cheek to see the temperature something like that. I also want kisses (◕દ◕)
°•Sick Gyutaro Headcanons•° (au moderno)
You had noticed for a couple of days that Gyutaro looked weird, his eyes were wet and a little red, he couldn't stop sneezing and when you took his hand you noticed that it was very hot.
It was obvious that he was sick but he is a bit stubborn so he always refused your help.
You knew that he probably doesn't take care of himself so much so you decided to go to his house after school/job and make him feel better. You didn't tell him cause i f you did it, he would have told you that it wasn't necessary.
You stopped at a supermarket on the way and bought some things to prepare dinner and some medicine for the flu and fever. When you knocked the door and Gyutaro opens it he saw you with a lot of bags in your hands and a warm smile in your face. His face looked disgusted but you actually melted his heart.
You took his temperature and noticed that the thermometer read 39°, you gave him some pills and sent him to rest while dinner was ready.
Luckily you knew how to cook a little and the soup you made was delicious, you served it on a plate and went up to his room where Gyu was resting on his bed. He was very embarrassed that you saw him in that state, sneezing and with a runny nose but you didn't care in the least and he loved those details and how much you care about him.
You feed him like he was a baby until he eats all the soup and drink all his water glass. The fever started to go down and that made him feel better. When you stand up to wash the dishes he grab your arm with a bit of force make you watch him at his sleepy eyes.
"P-please...stay" he said while he covered half of his face with the sheets. He thought that you'll leave him but actually you had already planned to stay with him tonight. You smiled softly at him and tell him that you would.
After to do the dishes, you come back with Gyutaro and both were laying in the bed. He wrapped his arm around your waist and nestled his face on your chest, feeling your warm breath while you running your fingers through his black hair. "Thank u honey..." he said hoarsely make you blushing. He fall asleep feeling your softly touch on him make him feel so much better, even better than all this pills he take. You continued to caress his hair and then left little kisses on his cheeks and head. "I love you Gyu..." you said and you were started to fall asleep too.
MY FIRST REQUEST! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! 😭 thank u so much little and precious anon, you'll always in my heart 💖 i know Tadano and Komi but i've never watched Komi can't communicate before, so hope i get your idea (and excuse me if this was too short). Anyways it was so adorable to write i love this kind of fluffy situations.
Read you soon! 💚
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