#Blessing From Oros
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started a shuggy slowburn that's gonna take me forever, so here's the beginning:
Buggy was five years old when he first fell in love.
He had just learned how to swim, and everything had fallen into place then and there.
It was hard, not falling in love with the sea, when it was all you had ever known. Buggy didn’t know where he came from, or how he ended up on the Oro Jackson, but it didn’t matter. The sea was always there for him. When things got tough, as tough as they can get for a little kid at least, he’d go on the deck and stare out at the sea. It welcomed him with all its blue vastness, and it felt like home.
“Makes you wanna jump in, doesn’t it? That’s the dangerous thing about it. Pulls you in with its beauty and doesn’t let go. Unless you know how to float above it, of course. HA HA HA!”
When Roger laughed, he did so with his whole chest. It was funnier than any joke of his that Buggy had heard, and he heard a lot of those. It always made Buggy want to laugh along.
“I can teach you if you want. How to swim.”
Roger’s laugh had boomed across the deck once again as the blue haired boy had immediately nodded eagerly in response. But it turned out that Buggy was a natural at swimming and didn’t need lessons much, if not at all.
“We got a real son of the sea here, boys! Davy Jones bless him.” That’s what Roger had said as Buggy swam right into his arms. He had lifted him up and stared at him with a smile. “A fine pirate you’ll make, son!”
Now, at the age of twelve, Buggy felt nothing like a pirate. Roger’s words echoed in his head as the taste of the fruit he just swallowed soured in his mouth.
A devil fruit.
First of all, it tasted like shit.
Second of all, it was all Red’s fault.
Red, Shanks, another part of his life that had been there as long as he could remember. The other boy did give him comfort, like the sea. But unlike the sea, he had a mouth that spoke back at him.
Buggy definitely preferred the sea.
#it starts this early and it will end post where we are in the manga...#yeah this one's gonna take a while#let's hope I'll stick through it#buggy's first love was the sea but shanks' was buggy#I already made a post about that and I haven't stopped thinking about it since#i will die if i dont think about shuggy everyday#one piece#shuggy#buggy the clown#red haired shanks#gol d. roger#roger pirates#my writing
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Aight… Have I got something for you. I have been sitting on this head cannon for MONTHS and I need to tell someone so prepare cause i’m strapping you into this (head)cannon with me :D
A lot of people say buggy could be necertari but bare with me, what if he was half a necertari?? What if, his father was a king of alabasta but had an affair with a nameless woman and she got pregnant with buggy. The woman was the most kind and selfless and took care of her son until he turned 5. The king found out however, and he knew that a blue haired kid walking around would raise suspicion. Keep in mind, buggy doesn’t have his signature nose (ITLL MAKE SENSE TRUST ME)
So a group of men are paid off to kill this nameless woman and child to cover up for the kings sin. Buggy’s mother finds out and takes her son to run away, but they don’t get far. They reach an alleyway and buggy’s mother pushes him aside into some crates or something just when the men turn the corner. She tells them she sent her son away so there’s no point looking cause he’s long gone. Buggy is unconscious, lying under a mess of garbage as the men beat and kill his mother (it’s dark, ik)
When buggy wakes up and sees his mom he’s understandably traumatized, and doesn’t know what to do so he lays down under his cold mothers arm and cries for a bit until he falls asleep. However, it isn’t long until some people find him in the middle of the night, and figuring out that he has royal heritage, take him with them for a cashgrab. The people are slave owners/traffickers, and decide to sell on the idea that buggy is a nefertari. (Gross/Warning) They “prep” him until he’s around 8-9. (Done) To keep people or marines from finding out who he really is, they sew some pigskin onto his face. Hence, the peculiar nose.
Buggy at this point has given up, he feels nothing. His back is covered in different emblems of different slave houses and he’s about to be sold again. Until…. a certain red haired kid shows up and sees through the cracks of a cellar window. It’s shanks of course, and shanks, already traveling with Roger, goes to get Rayleigh. He tells them all about the boy he saw and they “by coincidence” do some shopping during the auction and pass by. Roger of course makes a mess and steals this traumatized angel and brings him back to the Oro Jackson.
Buggy is freaking terrified, he doesn’t understand what’s happening bless his heart. But years of training had prepared him so when the doctor stretched out a hand he did too. “I-It’s 10 berries….” he whispers, leaving everyone nauseated and shocked (I’m evil, ik) Roger and shanks however make a plan, and instead of 10 berries, shanks gives buggy his old hat. It was just a hat, but it opened buggy up to the idea of freedom. To the possibilities of happiness.
TO SUM UP WHY I THINK THIS SHOULD BE CANNON:
-Buggy acts a lot like roger, which I think is because Buggy sees him as his hero and new father. He was everything freedom embodied, which was what buggy was missing
-We don’t know buggy’s backstory or where he came from, we don’t know why it hurt so much when shanks left or why roger took him on
-THE NOSE JOKESSSS. The nose has just grown into his skin at this point, and now it’s just part of him. But he always has a twinge of PTSD when someone mentions it, he hates it, it’s his past
-It makes the whole “I looked up to shanks/sacrificed everything” sooooo much angstier/juicier. Sure, maybe he was just an apprentice, but Shanks was his everything. Shanks saved him, and saved him again, and again, and again, and-
-Why is he a coward? He’s not. He does it for his crew. His crew as most likely been through similar situations, being freaks and all. He puts on this mask to keep them safe. If he plays the coward yet terrifying pirate, they’re safe. No one below will mess with them, and no one above cares about them.
-It would make sense with why he’s so weak. He doesn’t use haki because (ANOTHER HEADCANNON) he’s too physically traumatized. Luffy was able to become more than his trauma with ace and everything, and so were shanks and others. But buggy’s was too much, he didn’t know how. So when shanks threw away their dreams, that was it. The final strand was gone and so was his haki
-yes it’s dark, but I think there’s a reason for how he acts, and he is odas favorite. So when crocodile and mihawk beat him up, yes it’s horrible and brings him back to his past, but it’s for his crew. To keep them safe
-The big plushy costume keeps anyone from seeing his scars/what about impel down?? we never see his back, and we know the systems corrupt so no one probably cared anyway.
*shows off my traumatizing headcannon* Thank you and good night
I- I wish I could give a detailed explanation of how this makes me feel but I can just stare at my screen and say "wow". Because what the actual fuck this is great???? I mean. I've always loved the whole "Buggy being a Nefertari" thing but THIS???????????? And I've always supported the whole "oh yeah he was probably a slave" because, you know, makes sense. But?????? Wow. Okay??? Also, Shanks being the one to find him??? You're killing me here, anon. I think I want to open up your skull and kiss your brain.
#this is just amazing i have no words#i'm just gonna drop it here and see where it goes#one piece#buggy the clown#roger pirates
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Can we talk about the fact that Sasuke is only as good as he is because he put in hours and hours of work to get there?
Besides learning Chidori from Kakashi and getting tutelage from Orochimaru (which probably mostly involved performance enhancing drugs, let's be real) he was on his own pretty much from the beginning.
And yet he still managed to
Train himself to be able to move at near Rock Lee speed
Hold his own in a battle against one of the legendary Sanin using basic fire justu and weaponry (See Oro v. Sasuke, forest of death)
develop and perfect several different variations of Chidori
not to mention harnessing the power of actual lightning with Kirin
effectively kill one of the legendary Sanin
hold his own in a genjutsu battle against Itachi's mangekyou with regular sharingan
...and that's only the stuff I remember off the top of my head (which I've definitely missed a lot because it's been years since I've read the series)
I feel like we forget that while Itachi seemed to be easily able to learn new techniques and excel, Sasuke had to work hard to even begin to match that.
It's heavily hinted in the story that when Itachi first learned fireball jutsu he got it near perfect in one try, while on the other hand Sasuke could only manage a less than satisfactory puff at first.
But a short time later (too short for any real progress, according to Fugaku) Sasuke shows Fugaku again and has mastered the technique. impressively so.
I feel like from this we can gather that while Sasuke does have some natural affinity for competence, he's not innately blessed with the ability to excel in the way Itachi seems to have been.
We continue to see throughout the series just how hard Sasuke is always pushing himself to stay on top.
Every single thing Sasuke has mastered and is good at is because he put in the time to do it.
Yeah, he has the sharingan and that does help him. And yeah, his baseline of potential and ability is probably higher than a lot of the genin/other nin in Konoha--we know for a fact his chakra level is higher than the average genin--but that doesn't discount the sheer amount of effort he's had to put into everything to get as strong/proficient as he is.
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Abrázame Muy Fuerte
Jake Lockley X Reader
Master list
Summery: After a long day at work, you are welcomed to a beautiful sight in the kitchen.
A/N this fic is dedicated to @in-between-the-cafes
They had this idea while we chatted about or favorite Spanish language artists. Juan Gabriel was an incredible artist and this song is BEAUTIFUL and gave me big Jake vibes. I know if you don't speak Spanish (like me) this is a lot of translating, but you don't really need to translate the lyrics. The lyrics, I think, really fit jake in a homecoming way, like he's been through all the horrors but here in your flatt, he's happy and comfortable and safe.
anyway check out the song on spotify while you read <3
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Cuando tu estas conmigo, es cuando yo digo
Que valió la pena. Todo, todo lo que yo he sufrido.
As soon as you turn off the shower water, you hear the music from the kitchen, Jake Lockley singing as the sounds of him cooking dinner fille the apartment. You put on your fuzzy bathrobe and slippers, finally warmed up from the cold outside.
No se si es un sueño aún
o es una realidad
pero cuando estoy contigo es cuando digo:
que este amor que siento
es porque tu lo has merecido,
You had a bad day at work, and told Jake as much when you came home. He promptly sent you off to take a shower, promising to take care of diner, lighting a candle on the bathroom counter to help you relax.
con decirte amor que otra vez he amanecido
llorando de felicidad;
a tu lado yo siento que estoy viviendo
nada es como ayer.
There was nothing you loved to hear more than the sound of him singing. He had a beautiful voice, and right now, him singing Juan Gabriel? Heavenly. He could've been a Ranchero singer in another life, you think.
Abrázame que el tiempo pasa y el nunca perdona,
ha hecho estragos en mi gente como en mi persona.
Abrázame que el tiempo es malo y muy cruel amigo,
Abrázame que el tiempo es oro si tu estas conmigo
Abrázame fuerte, muy fuerte, más fuerte que nunca,
siempre abrázame
Tying your hair up in a towel, you put off getting dressed to bless yourself with the sight of him. You wander into the kitchen, and see Jake singing over the stove. He looked domestic. He was your homecoming that you were blessed with every day.
Hoy que tu estas conmigo,
yo no se si esta pasando el tiempo o tu lo has detenido
así quiero estar por siempre,
aprovecho que estas tu conmigo
te doy gracias por cada momento de mi vivir
Jake Lockley, as you knew him, was a drastically different person than Moon Knight. You knew what he did, he had seen what he did in news reports, as much as Jake tried to hide it from you. You had seen what he was capable of. But here? With you? He wasn’t Moon Knight. He was just Jake Lockley, your beautiful, kind boyfriend, who could sing like anything.
Tu cuando mires para el cielo,
por cada estrella que aparezca amor es un "te quiero"
Abrázame que el tiempo hiere y el cielo es testigo
que el tiempo es cruel y a nadie quiere por eso te digo
The evening was cool, crisp. You entered the kitchen, as quiet as possible for fear of him stopping his singing. The warm glow of the kitchen lights put an angelic halo over your loving boyfriend as he turns to you, smiling. “Hola, Mi Querida, ¿Te sientes mejor?”
Abrázame muy fuerte amor, manténme así a tu lado
yo quiero agradecerte amor todo lo que me has dado,
quiero corresponderte de una forma u otra a diario
“Much better, guapo.” You wrap your arms around his waist, resting your head on his chest. “Por favor, sigue cantando mi amor. I love how you sing, baby.”
Jake returned the hug, nestling his stubbled face into your neck. He wrapped one strong arm around your waist, the other, he held your hand out, fingers intertwined with his. As he danced with you, guiding your around the kitchen, Jake obliged in your request. He sang softly, the hand around your waist feeling your back, ass, thighs, anywhere he could reach. He may be as sweet as candy, but he was sensual and passionate as well, his touches always causing a warmth in your stomach.
Abrázame que el tiempo pasa y ese no se detiene,
abrázame muy fuerte amor que el tiempo en contra viene,
Abrázame que Dios perdona pero el tiempo a ninguno,
Abrázame que no le importa saber quien es uno,
“Jake…” you whisper, as he pushed you against the counter. You smelled the onions cooking, sizzling in the pan with whatever sauce he was making.
Jake kissed your mouth, your cheek, down your neck, as he finished the song.
Abrázame que el tiempo pasa y el nunca perdona
ha hecho estragos en mi gente como en mi persona,
Abrázame que el tiempo es malo y muy cruel amigo
Abrázame muy fuerte amor.
“I’ll always hold you close, baby. Te amo.” You kissed his neck, running your fingers through his thick curly hair, brushing a curl from his forehead when you pulled back. “Tú eres mío, yo soy tuyo”
A soft smile reached up to Jake's beautiful dark eyes. “Tú eres mío, yo soy tuyo, Estoy desesperadamente enamorado de ti”
The glow of the shitty kitchen lights only enhanced his intense features, his skin looking caramel and golden. The terrifying fist of vengeance, was singing to you in a flat kitchen, cooking for you, dancing with you. Whatever pull you had on him, you’d never know, but you knew he was yours and you were his, forever and always.
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THANKS FOR READING!!!! I love y'all, everyone has given me such kind words recently and I really appreciate it! Sometimes I feel down about my writing so it's really beautiful to see everyone being so nice. I love all my writer buddies and everyone who reblogs and likes (seriously if you frequently like my stuff, i notice you <3)
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#jake lockley reader#soft jake lockley#moon knight#jake lockley#jake lockley fluff#song fic#juan gabriel#oscar isaac#moon knight fanfiction#moon knight fluff#oscar issac hernandez estrada
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Roger Pirates Week - Day 3 - Family: Home / Kids
I've wanted to get this out of my system ever since Chapter 966 got out 😁👌 Bless @rogerpirateswk for giving me the kick in the butt so I could finally do it !
I also stole a headcanon here 😉
Also posted on AO3 on 2023.01.25
Rating: General
Pairing: Roger x Rayleigh
Summary: Momonosuke and Hiyori bring back memories, fond feelings and perspective.
Content warnings : tiny spoiler for Film: Red, fluff ❤
Word count: 1k
🎏 Kids aboard
Kozuki Oden and his family joined the Roger Pirates for the last leg of an epic journey. The Oro Jackson has just set sail when the samurai properly introduces his family.
Roger sports his biggest smile as he hauls Oden's daughter up to be eye-level with her, unbothered that she tugs on his mustache. "I haven't spent time with a baby in ages ! Momonosuke and Hiyori, eh ?"
Rayleigh glances at him and softly smiles. "Reminds me of the old days", he says as Momonosuke giggles in his arms.
In the aftermath of the fight in God Valley, the Roger Pirates find a baby crying in a treasure chest.
Gaban opens wide eyes at the sight. "What the fuck, whose baby is that !? Do you think the World Nobles would try and save one of their own like this ?"
Rayleigh thinks aloud, "Hm, Linlin wouldn't abandon her own kids, and I don't know about Kaidou, Shiki or the others having any... Is that Rocks' kid ?"
Roger shrugs, "Who cares ? Either way, no child should take the blame for their parents' sins." Roger grabs the piece of paper next to the baby in the chest and unfolds it to read the few characters scribbled there. "Shanks, eh ?"
The baby stretches his arms towards him, giggling.
Roger cautiously grabs him, softly smiling as he rocks him in his arms. "Alright ! We'll raise him."
Rayleigh side-eyes Roger then, mildly concerned but heart growing another size at the idea of raising a kid with him.
As it turns out, Roger is surprisingly good with the baby.
Not that Rayleigh isn't, but he really finds that his partner is a natural.
Roger spends a lot of time with the baby, telling the whole crew how to best care for him when he's not around.
Rayleigh sets a cradle beside their bed so Shanks can sleep close to them, and doesn't even mourn his lost hours of sleep when the baby wakes them up for whatever reason.
Roger grows softer too, infinite fondness in his voice as he quietly sings Binks' Sake to lull Shanks back to sleep.
The baby often gets upset after a battle, and remains inconsolable until Rayleigh or Roger calm him down.
Roger rocks Shanks in his arms, telling him sweet words and gently shushing him.
Shanks sniffles against him, face red and tiny hands holding tight onto Roger's coat as he falls asleep, exhausted from crying.
More often than once, Rayleigh has to help Roger get rid of his coat so they can put the baby back to bed, wrapped inside the warm garment. More than anyone, he knows how comforting Roger's warmth and his scent are, and he grows fonder of Shanks as he sees a bit of himself in him.
Just a year later the Roger Pirates find an orphaned Buggy in the ruins of an island on the Grand Line.
Roger and Rayleigh don't hesitate one second and decide to raise him too, so Shanks will have a friend his age.
Rayleigh proudly teaches them how to read, how to write, and plays with them too, often joined by Roger and some of the crew.
The boys grow healthy and bright.
Roger and Rayleigh happily satisfy their endless curiosity, by day as the former brings them into adventures, and by night when the latter reads bedtime stories, all four of them tucked under a cover on the deck or in their bed.
Sometimes Roger has his arms full with both kids, and Rayleigh has to help him tuck them into bed.
Roger always leaves his coat with them then, stupidly happy that a memento of his presence is comforting to them.
The kids snuggle against each other and fall into a peaceful slumber.
Roger comes flush against Rayleigh's back then, setting his chin on top of his head, hands curling around his waist and gently squeezing.
Rayleigh leans into his touch, basking in the comfortable silence and the happiness radiating from Roger, warm and soft. He wraps his arms around Roger's and squeezes back, watching the kids – their kids – with a fond smile.
Still, Roger is so good with kids it's almost unfair. Always smiling and gentle, the boys earning even softer smiles than Rayleigh, who's not quite used to those yet. Roger loves them dearly, and it shows both in the way he treats them, and the way he glows with joy when they return his kindness.
The kids are ecstatic when Roger adds two feathers to his hat, a red one and a blue one.
"I'll keep you close to me, always."
Neither of them can keep quiet about it for weeks, declaring loud and proud that they're Captain's favorites.
Rayleigh didn't know he could love Roger even more, and yet... His heart grows at the mere sight of the children curled in Roger's lap at bedtime, and nearly melts when his lover pats the empty space by his side for him to join them for the night. Rayleigh snuggles against Roger, careful not to disturb Shanks and Buggy, gently pulls the covers up – not that they need much with Roger's natural body warmth – and cranes his neck up for a tender kiss.
Roger won't talk because the kids are fast asleep already, but his smile and the way his eyes shine in the dimly lit cabin as he breaks the kiss are worth a thousand words.
Rayleigh grins back, looks down as he softly pats the boys' hair, then rests his head on Roger's chest. He feels Roger's heartbeat at his fingertips, strong and regular, and his own one echoes stronger in return. No need for words, really, Rayleigh's sure Roger can feel both the smile widening against his skin and the drumming inside his lover's chest.
Rayleigh glances at the boys a little further on the deck.
Shanks and Buggy are sulking, obviously jealous of the samurai's kids.
Yet, Rayleigh's grin widens. He understands their attitude, but they should know better : Roger and him proudly raised them as their own sons, and no one could ever replace them in their hearts.
#one piece#op fic#roger x rayleigh#rayleigh#roger#shanks#buggy#roger pirates#RogerPiratesWK2023#nae's writing
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Memoria, sketch pages 97-108
(Radiant Arc 10, 3.35)
(Pages 102-106 have a unique page format with two dialogues. For clarity of reading each separate dialogue will be done in turns and labelled as such)
Page 97
Radiance- Little Vessel, we convene once more. The Blessing that guards your dreams may not allow my light to shine within you but there remains a part inside that calls out to me- no matter your repressions. You are so resistant to embrace the light of dawn, to accept the rightful truth. Yet you reach out to claim it from the confines of your mind. Why keep up such pretences, Pawn of Wyrm?
There is only one outcome to these endeavours. The light shall be rekindled, reborn, remembered. One way or another.
Another within the Hive has accepted my guidance. The Hive will fall shortly, and to the cause of one who gave himself by choice. Perhaps when we next meet, little one, you will realise how right that decision truly was. You are too late.
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Page 98
((Ch2.28))
I.Mato- You! You… are so much like him… Too much like him.
Oro was not one to make a hasty promise. And you- you were born to fulfil a promise. You… despite everything. You came back to finish the deed. Oro would have done the same. Oro would never have broken his promise. Never given up. Just like you…
There is only one reason Oro would break his promise… Oro is dead.
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Page 99
((Ch2.29))
Mato- Why did you come back, little one?
((Ch2.30))
Mato- Why stir uncertainty within the purpose you were given? You could have freed yourself. … For yourself… ha. Perhaps I have mistaken you, Honey. You are not like Oro at all. You are like me.
And if so… where is that Vessel friend you once followed? Are you not trying to find the ones you care about too?
((Ch2.31))
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Page 100
((Ch2.32))
((Ch2.33))
Paladin- I am.
((Ch2.34))
Mato- I am going to continue looking for Oro within the kingdom, despite what Vespa says. She is withholding something- I know it. I suppose we all suppress something…
…You’ve changed, Honey. When we first met at the Howling Cliffs that wasn't your name. I can guess that Vespa gave you your title- Honey Knight- but what became of Luma?
How far are you willing to change for her? What changes have you already undergone? I wonder, do you even know?
Luma. Make your own choices. You can change the future.
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Page 101
((Ch2.35))
Hornet- I will let you carry your burdens, Vessel, but do not mistake that for my support. We all have our own futures to return to. Do not forget that.
((Ch2.36))
Comban- Be back soon.
((Ch2.37))
((Ch2.38))
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Page 102 (Memoria)
((Ch2.39))
Luma- Remember me, Luma. You can’t deny the future. Luma.
((Ch2.40))
Hornet- I’ll not hold back. It is my duty to protect this kingdom’s future. The one to bear the Brand takes such a future for their own. This is my promise to the one you would call The Beast. This is my future.
((Ch3.1))
((Ch3.3))
Bardoon- A large choice you have made. Before you is another.
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Page 103 (Memoria)
Bardoon- To seek the past and define a new future? To offer your heart to the inevitability? What would your likes pursue?
To see visage of collapse and try to change fate to one’s own anyway. There are dangers in such things. You were not chosen to bear the Brand, hrmm? Knowing this, would you try to claim your own path as Wyrm once did? Consider your truth. Is this future your motive, or something of one’s mind?
((Ch3.4))
Comban- Whah!
((Ch3.8))
God Tamer- You are not strong enough to protect your ‘friends’. You are not strong enough to protect everyone.
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Page 104 (Memoria)
((Ch3.9))
God Tamer/Radiance- I will (Destroy/Take) my victory. By my own mind / Kill the empty one.
Comban- Everything will be okay.
Tamer’s Beast/Comban- Shell broken. Mind lost. Awoken by light? Forgotten and twisted. Instincts of combat as beared. Refusal of death / Denial of memory
((Ch3.11))
Scholar- You have two souls. We see neither soul belongs to you- no, we see the entirety of this soul does not belong to you. You are soulless. Yet you have soul.
Your spells, your souls. They do not complete you, odd bug. (twins of soul… lack one’s own at all…)
((Ch3.12))
Argent- Luma. Focus.
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Page 105 (Memoria)
Argent- Sibling.
((Ch3.13))
((Ch3.15))
Quirrel- I ache for those places I could not have dreamt. Those places that call and I cannot remember.
((Ch3.17))
Paladin- I think a convergence of events has begun. It is only a matter of time until this old kingdom undergoes a change of fate. The Vessels returning, Quirrel seeking Monomon, the King’s Brand claimed. We will all play a part in Hallownest’s future, if we choose it.
The Dreamers gave their lives for the kingdom. To become a Seal. In a sense they are already dead. There is no way to wake up from that… There are no more loopholes left to use.
Comban- You just said the future was ours if we choose it. I choose that Herrah shouldn't have to die to stop the Infection.
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Page 106 (Memoria)
((Ch3.20))
((Ch3.21))
Dailon- The Honey Knight will train their nail with me. It is clear even to me they are not strong enough to protect you all…
((Ch3.22))
Dailon- Now. Try again. Stronger! I won’t hold back!
((Ch3.24))
Paladin- You choose power and disregard the future for everyone else.
Dailon- What choice do you give Honey? What choice did you give the other Vessels caught under Vespa’s wings? Kilter? My daughter? Yourself?
You give Honey no choice in becoming the next Vessel for your Queen’s Blessing. You named them for how useful they are to you. Honey Knight. They are the ‘bridge between honey and void’, no? Are they all the same to a Queen? Those past Vessels failed. Died. Killed. Paladin. You cannot talk to me of choices.
Honey- I didn’t have a choice!
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Page 102 (Honey)
Honey- Where would we be without the King’s Brand? What future would you have chosen without its light? We are almost at the end of your memories, Honey. And the future has only just begun.
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Page 103 (Honey)
Honey- Together we can fight for the end of history. For new dreams of Hallownest. A new light.
For all the King’s Brand meant, it is not the honour of what has been done. He fought for a future unchanging. There must always be change. Change is what makes us alive.
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Page 104 (Honey)
Honey- Stasis is binding. And for all in stasis, the King’s light was the seal. Sealing away the future. It is broken now. Changed.
You bear the light of choice, Honey. The light of a new future.
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Page 105 (Honey)
Honey- It is your light, Honey! You are the light of Hallownest! And you have changed the future.
There is only one purpose left. The Black Egg can be opened. The Infection can be stopped.
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Page 106 (Honey)
Honey- You know how to face The Radiance. You can reclaim light lost. You can be Radiant.
You can do this! And most importantly. You can be yourself. You can be Honey. You can be…
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Page 107
Honey- You!
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Page 108
Argent- We have always been a part of you, Honey. Even when we fought our selves. And you had no way to know. But we don’t define you. You are you. Honey is… Honey.
We will be united a little longer. Seek The Abyss for the power behind this unity.
Later, when this is all over. We can be together again. Apart. We hope to see you in the future. We entrust ourselves to you, Honey.
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Episode 182 - Lyric Poetry
This episode we’re talking about the format of Lyric Poetry! We talk about reading poetry out loud, translation, French Canadian dialects, and more!
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In this episode
Anna Ferri | Meghan Whyte | Matthew Murray | Jam Edwards
Things We Read (or tried to…)
Entre Rive and Shore by Dominique Bernier-Cormier
Let Us Believe in the Beginning of the Cold Season: Selected Poems by Forugh Farrokhzad, translated by Elizabeth T. Gray Jr
Ledger: Poems by Jane Hirshfield
Rapture by Carol Ann Duffy
Goldenrod: Poems by Maggie Smith
Good Bones: Poems by Maggie Smith
Alive At The End Of The World by Saeed Jones
The World Keeps Ending, and the World Goes on by Franny Choi
No Matter the Wreckage by Sarah Kay
White Pine: Poems and Prose Poems by Mary Oliver
Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head by Warsan Shire
Le premier coup de clairon pour réveiller les femmes immorales by Rachel McCrum
The Hurting Kind by Ada Limón
The Arkansas Testament by Derek Walcott
Alive at the End of the World by Saeed Jones
Other Media We Mentioned
The Bronze Horseman by Alexander Pushkin
19 Ways of Looking at Wang Wei: With More Ways by Eliot Weinberger
The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe
“The Fish” by Elizabeth Bishop
When We Were Very Young by A. A Milne
Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein
The Inferno of Dante: A New Verse Translation by Dante Alighieri, translated by Robert Pinsky
All Def Poetry
milk and honey by rupi kaur
One Piece by Eiichiro Oda
Trailer for Netflix show
“Poetry Is Not a Luxury” by Audre Lorde (pdf)
Links, Articles, and Things
Lyric poetry (Wikipedia)
The Writer's Block
The Midnight Library: Episode 001 - Halloween Poetry
Chiac (Wikipedia)
Plasco Building (Wikipedia)
30 Recent Poetry Collections by BIPOC Authors
Every month Book Club for Masochists: A Readers’ Advisory Podcasts chooses a genre at random and we read and discuss books from that genre. We also put together book lists for each episode/genre that feature works by BIPOC (Black, Indigenous, & People of Colour) authors. All of the lists can be found here.
This booklist features books from BIPOC poets published in the past three years.
Chrome Valley by Mahogany L. Browne
Feast by Ina Cariño
Your Emergency Contact Has Experienced an Emergency by Chen Chen
Girls That Never Die: Poems by Safia Elhillo
Content Warning: Everything by Akwaeke Emezi
I Do Everything I'm Told by Megan Fernandes
Living Nations, Living Words: An Anthology of First Peoples Poetry edited by Joy Harjo
Song of my Softening by Omotara James
Spells, Wishes, and the Talking Dead / Mamaht́wisiwin, Pakos̊yimow, Nikihci-́niskot́ṕn : Poems by Wanda John-Kehewin
Burning Like Her Own Planet by Vandana Khanna
Phantom Pain Wings by Kim Hyesoon, translated by Don Mee Choi
Bianca by Eugenia Leigh
Finna by Nate Marshall
Slam Coalkan Performance Poetry: The Condor and the Eagle Meet edited by Jennifer Murrin
God Themselves by Jae Nichelle
You Are Only Just Beginning: Lessons for the Journey Ahead by Morgan Harper Nichols
I’m Always So Serious by Karisma Price
Homie by Danez Smith
Blood Snow by dg nanouk okpik
Promises of Gold/Promesas de Oro by José Olivarez with translation by David Ruano
That Was Now, This is Then by Vijay Seshadri
it was never going to be okay by jaye simpson
Dark Testament by Crystal Simone Smith
Unshuttered: Poems by Patricia Smith
Falling Back in Love with Being Human: Letters to Lost Souls by Kai Cheng Thom
Femme in Public by Alok Vaid-Menon
Time Is a Mother by Ocean Vuong
Find Her. Keep Her. by Renaada Williams
Rupture Tense by Jenny Xie
From From by Monica Youn
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Rurouni Kenshin (2023)
I've been genuinely struggling over how they are replacing Mayo Suzukaze with Saitō Sōma as the the seiyuu for Kenshin in the new Rurouni Kenshin series. Ever since the newest trailer and more information was released, I have been looking into Sōma-san's vocal work, trying to swallow this bitter pill with optimism... and choking on it.
I can handle that the new series will have a new composer. I actually really love the new character designs. The animation, from the trailer, looks beautiful and flawless. Also, I'm not one of those who are in-the-know or care which studio helms a series. I'm not even too bothered that the rest of the characters will be given new seiyuu. In fact, Rie Takahashi sounds great as Kaoru. BUT the biggest travesty, in my book, is the replacement of Mayo Suzukaze as the iconic voice of Kenshin Himura.
After much research, I have discovered that Saitō Sōma-san has fantastic vocal range. There is no doubt in my mind that this is a dream role he will do well with. However, he doesn't sound like MY Kenshin, the Kenshin so precious and dear to my heart, and every time I rewatch the trailer and hear that deep "Oro?", a red light starts flashing in my mind.
We will always have all that came before. Of course, I know this. When my heart aches, as it inevitably will when I watch the new series, I can quite easily watch the old TV series from the 90's and soothe the pain by listening to Kenshin as he is meant to sound. But there's also a fear: the fear that Mayo Suzukaze has been replaced for good, that she'll never again bless Kenshin with her voice.
There was always this absolute in Japan that once a seiyuu was chosen for an anime character, that singular person voiced the character for life and only death-do-we-part or extenuating circumstances could change that. When the first trailer dropped this past January, I was so confident and sure in this knowledge. I was a fool. I should have remembered what happens when a mangaka gets directly involved in an anime project (à la * Fruits Basket reboot).
So, to sum up this vent: very excited for the new series, yes, but also extremely disappointed.
* For the record, I LOVE the Fruits Basket reboot more than its original anime series. However, this is different; this is Kenshin.
#Rurouni Kenshin#Mayo Suzukaze#Kenshin Himura#Samurai X#るろうに剣心#Saito Soma#Suzukaze Mayo#Himura Kenshin#Saitou Souma#涼風真世#Kaname Morinaga#斉藤 壮馬#RuroKen#Blogger Thoughts#Morinaga Kaname#Favourite Seiyuu#Anime#眠りの果て
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Quackity tweeted!
[Image ID: a screenshot of a tweet by ElAlexQuackity that reads “HOY ES EL DIA
HOY RECUPERAMOS EL ORO DE LOS ESPAÑOLES
EN KARMALAND 5
http://twitch.tv/quackitytoo”
(”TODAY IS THE DAY
TODAY WE RECOVERED THE GOLD OF THE SPANISH
IN KARMALAND 5
http://twitch.tv/quackitytoo” in English) and includes a photo of Carl Wheezer from Jimmy Neutron with his arms outstreched and his mouth open with the added text that reads “DIOS TE BENDIGA QUACKITY” (”GOD BLESS YOU QUACKITY” in English). End ID]
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2024 March & April: God encounters, but make it overseas
Mabuhay! How have you been? It’s been a while. I didn’t get enough time to finish my writeup for the month of March, so I decided to just merge it with April. A lot of things happened in the last month but mostly great and memorable things!!!
To name a few, I visited Mindanao in Cagayan de Oro and Bukidnon (always proud of my Mindanaoan roots!) for work, then I went to Dubai for my best friend's wedding, got to see a desert, ate great middle-eastern food, did a speaking engagement for work, and now I am here at Vancouver’s terminal M airport for my connecting flight to Toronto for work!
What a jam packed March and April right? I have to say while it seemed like it’s physically tiring, my trip to Dubai was very chill and enjoyable. I was so relaxed my body recalibrated to its old timings (eg monthly cycle, sorry #TMI). I did gain a few pounds LOL but it was accumulated from past weeks’ work events in Visayas and Mindanao to traveling to Dubai; now to Canada.
I also did recovery workouts in betweens, but only to sustain my body. I have a tendency to crash when I’m over fatigued, so I made sure I got my sweat times too LOL
Everything flew by so fast, but I did note some takeaways.
1. Having a community is critical in your different life seasons, but also having friendships over the years is a blessing. I know it already, but I realized how it impacted my life when I did my speech at my best friend's wedding. Not everyone gets a chance to journey with friends for a long time. Although it doesn't mean you cannot find and build great ones even at a short time. I am thankful God picked people in my life to witness some of my major milestones and life stages, and vice versa.
I remembered this verse about who your friends are reflect who you become:
“Walk with the wise and become wise, for a companion of fools suffers harm.” Proverbs 13:20 NIV
Now I want to ask, who are your friends? Are you still tightly connected with your family? Who are the voices you listen to when you’re making decisions? Who gives you advice when you’re feeling down? If at this point you realize you actually don’t have one, I hope and pray you find comfort in God and that God also grant you with a good crew <3
2. Breaking off generational cycles and expectations can feel both liberating and guilting. Especially if you are forging paths different from what your family and loved ones once took. This also means thinking differently and choosing decisions that are unconventional. I’ve been single for most of my young adult life and I can say I’ve been living way way unconventional than what was expected of me. But I’d say sometimes I also wonder if I’m being too unconventional. Most days I would pray for guidance so I could be firm with my decisions even if it meant it would offend some people I love and care for.
3. God is involved, even in the tiniest details of our lives. This is no news if you’ve been seeing my IG stories. I had a suspense-filled visa processing for my Canada trip. Just to share what happened, my passport was only handed over to our company travel agency when I got back from my Dubai trip. This meant I only had 2 weeks of business days to have it approved, stamped, and released. I cannot stress enough how anxious I was with the whole thing. I was even mixing dreams and reality already. All this + I couldn’t tell anyone else at work what was happening because it was not sure yet. But wow at God for unveiling each step with miracles I cannot enumerate anymore. From travel agents booking ahead, to opening up flight slots at a fully booked flight the night before my target schedule, and to getting my visa on the day of the flight.
Headwinds still come, especially when you think everything is already settled. At this time I am already writing from the airport lounge (Thank You God for business lounge privileges <3) going back to the PH. Yes, my Canada trip is done! But can you believe the worst headwinds were there? Hate to say that it was an extremely bad feeling. I was only sustained by God’s grace the whole time. It was so difficult powering through the learning sessions while facing people-headwinds. I did not like every bit of it. You probably saw some of my stories about it, and I cannot highlight enough how hard it was. But I super like the Bison Storm analogy.
“When storms approach, they never run away from them. They run directly to and through them head-on. Their time within the storm is, therefore, significantly reduced.” read in full here: https://georgeshamblin.com/a-lesson-from-bison-running-to-and-through-the-storm/
It was an easier choice to back down, fold, and just yield to avoid conflict with people-headwinds. But my heart and mind, despite all the turmoil, had the urge to stand ground. I kept waking up at 2-3am for 2-3 days while thinking of it, but used that time to reconnect with God and regain footing. Imagine being away from my support system: my family, my dogs, close friends. Can only thank God for the sustenance.
Two months just flew by so fast. I am in awe of God’s blessings and victories. I am thankful for the best sets of support group, I am thankful for the favor. I can only hope I do better each day and live a life that is pleasing and honoring to God.
‘Til next time, folks. Let’s go, May! Balance of the year looks like it’s going to be filled with risks-taking decisions. Eeeeeeeeeeeyyyy let’s gooo
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March 6 - Our Lady of Graces ( Padua, Italy, 1630)
A singer gives back after miraculous healing by Our Lady of Guadalupe
Rosy Oros, a Mexican immigrant from Santa Maria, California, told Angelus News that she has always loved singing. Though she never became a well-known singer, she has worked extensively in the TV, radio, and recording industries.
This year, Oros was given the opportunity to sing at the annual “Las Mañanitas” celebration in Los Angeles in honor of Our Lady of Guadalupe on December 11. The celebration included Aztec and folk dances, veneration of a relic of St. Juan Diego’s tilma, the rosary, midnight Mass, and songs sung individually by Oros and six other guest singers.
“I am so humbled and blessed to be able to stand there and in my own simple way give thanks to the Virgin,” Oros told Angelus News. “It may seem insignificant but I know that she is receiving it with a lot of love and that it makes her happy, because she knows my heart. She interceded for me to live. We always look for the opportunity to thank her and to be in communion with her.”
In 2018, Oros suddenly went into septic shock after a medical procedure, which left her in a coma. Afterwards, she suffered a cerebral thrombosis and additional internal and external bleeding. Doctors gave her a 2% chance of survival.
Oros said that Our Lady of Guadalupe played a pivotal role in her healing. The clinic where she spent the early days of her recovery was named for Our Lady of Guadalupe. A prayer group also told Oros and her husband that they received messages of healing from Mary.
“She said ‘I am with you, do not be afraid,’” Oros said. “‘You will heal from this but we will do this together, facing the sanctuary.’ In other words, she wanted me to get closer to her Son while holding her by the hand.”
Oros said that one day she opened her eyes and saw two brown eyes looking back at her.
“Those eyes belonged to an image of Our Lady of Guadalupe hanging just a few feet away, at once filling her heart with love and hope that the Virgin Mary she’d held dear since childhood would intercede with Jesus to help her make it out of the clinic alive,” Angelus News reported.
After that, Oros and her husband looked for ways to thank Our Lady for the miraculous healing. Oros said that both of them are now more devoted to the rosary, Jesus, and the Catholic Church, and they often make pilgrimages to the Basilica of Guadalupe in Mexico.
Hannah Hiester, December 21, 2023
www.catholicvote.org
Hail, Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with you; blessed are you among women, and blessed is the fruit of your womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death.
Amen.
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HI READERS I AM KC LOCSON I AM 17 YEARS OLD, A SENIOR HIGH SCHOOL STUDENT FROM SOUTHERN CITY COLLEGES LIVING A SIMPLE LIFE HERE IN THE CITY ZAMBOANGA, I JUST WANT TO SHARE MY PERSONAL LIFE AFTER MY MOTHER DECIDED TO WORK AT CAGAYAN DE ORO THIS WAS WAY BACK WHEN I WAS A GRADE 6 STUDENT THAT WAS BECAUSE MY PARENTS HAD A CONFLICT. AT FIRST, I THOUGHT SHE WOULD CHANGE HER MIND BUT THEY BOTH DECIDED TO RISK IT BECAUSE THEY CONSTANTLY HAVE ARGUMENTS AND IT MIGHT LEAD TO SEPARATION THEY SAY THAT THE THEY MADE THE DECISION IS JUST FOR OUR WELL-BEING. SINCE I AM THE OLDEST I AM THE FIRST ONE WHO ARE AFFECTED IN OUR SITUATION MY LITTLE SISTER IS JUST ONLY A GRADE 5 AND SHE IS STILL TOO YOUNG TO UNDERSTAND THAT SITUATION AND ON WHAT’S HAPPENING IN OUR LIFE AND MY LITTLE BROTHER ARE WITH MY MOTHER IN CAGAYAN DE ORO. SO SINCE I AM THE OLDEST I NEED ADJUST MY SELF I NEED TO TAKE CARE OF MY SISTER AND DO THE HOUSEWORK AT FIRST IT WAS TOO HARD TO MAKE AN ADJUSTMENT SINCE I AM ALSO YOUNG. BUT THEN I SURVIVED THAT YEAR THEN I BECAME A GRADE 7 STUDENT AND I THINK THAT WAS THE WORST YEAR I TOOK THE WRONG PATH, I JOINED A BAD INFLUENCE GROUP FRIENDS, WE ARE ALWAYS DOING CUTTING CLASSES, GOING SOMEWHERE ELSE AFTER CLASS SINCE IN TTNHS IS JUST A HALF DAY CLASS AND GOING HOME LATE, AND I ALSO NOT TAKING MY GRADES SERIOUSLY AND FREQUENTLY VISITS THE GUIDANCE COUNSELOR AT SCHOOL THAT WAS RESULTING OF LACK OF GUIDANCE, LOVE AND CARE FROM MY PARENTS. WHEN EVERYTIME I SEE A HAPPY FAMILY I AM ALWAYS FEEL JEALOUS BECAUSE WE ALSO USED TO BE LIKE THAT BEFORE MY MOTHER DECIDED TO WORK IN CDO. THEN AFTER THAT MY MOTHER EXPLAINED TO ME AND MAKES ME UNDERSTAND WHY SHE HAD TO DO IT, I REALIZED THAT I NEED TO MAKE UP FOR THEIR SACRIFICES AND AT THAT YOUNG AGE MY MIND ARE SLOWLY OPENING.
SO WHEN I WAS A GRADE 8 I NEED FOCUS IN MY ACADEMIC STUDIES THAT’S WHY I AM SLOWLY ENTERING IN TOP OF THE CLASS AND MAKES MY MAMA PROUD SO SINCE THAT I CONTINUE IT BUT UNFORTUNATELY I WAS SUCCUMBED TO TEMPTATION AND JOINED AGAIN MY FRIENDS DURING MY GRADE G7 SO I MET THIS BOY AND BECAME MY BOYFRIEND UNTIL NOW. HE FILLED ALL THE DIFICIENCIES IN LOVE AND CARE I LACKED FROM MY PARENTS THAT I’VE BEEN LONGING FOR A LONG TIME HE WAS ALSO THE REASON WHY I CUT OFF MY BAD INFLUENCE FRIENDS AND MAKES ME UNDERSTAND THAT I WON’T ANYTHING FROM BEING A HARD HEADED BUT OUR RELATIONSHIP ARE STAYS PRIVATE THAT TIME BECAUSE WE’RE TOO YOUNG FOR THAT BUT I KNOW THAT I WOULD BE BETTER WHEN I AM WITH HIM AND THERE WAS ONE DAY IT WAS MY BIRTHDAY AND MY MOM CAUGHT US IN MY MESSENGER SO THEY ORDER ME TO BREAK UP WITH HIM BUT I DON’T WANT IT BECAUSE HE IS THE ONLY ONE MAKES ME BETTER AND FULLFILL WHAT I’VE BEEN LONGING FOR SO I FIGHT OUR LOVE AND AFTER THAT MY MOM DECIDED TO LET US BE BUY ADVICE US TO KNOW OUR LIMITATIONS SINCE WE’RE STILL YOUNG AND WE RESPECTED THAT.
AND AFTER, THAT I NEVER RETURNED FROM BEING STUBBORN AND BECAME MORE EVEN BETTER IN MY STUDIES AND GROW BETTER MY MOM ALWAYS SAYS THAT SHE’S ALWAYS PROUD IN MY SMALL AND BIG ACHIEVEMENTS I’VE GOT AND I FEEL SO BLESSED WITH THAT EVEN THO UNTIL NOW I FEEL A LITTLE BIT LONGING FROM MY MOTHER’S CARE AND A COMPLETE FAMILY IN EVERY SPECIAL OCCASIONS BUT I ALREADY UNDERSTAND IT AND ACCEPT THE REALITY.
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Uploads from #EsuIsNotSatan Day 2023
“Èṣù is not SATAN” day is set aside to create awareness all around the globe against the denigration of who Esu. Esu is not the same as the Biblical or Quranic Satan/Shaitan. During this day, lectures from different people all across the globe are given to people. After the lecture, the walk for Esu takes place on the 24th of December every year.
Here are some photos from this year's EsuIsNotsatan.
Araba from Oworosoki land posted the photo above and captioned it with "
Today is December 24, 2023. Getting ready to march for ÈṢÙ. The movement is very important to enlighten the ignorants that È���Ù IS NOT SATAN.
Just listen to Ọ̀kànràn Méjì
Ọ̀kànràn kan níhìn-ín
Ọ̀kànràn kan lọ́hùn-ún
Ọ̀kànràn méjèèjì ló p'ẹkùn kalẹ̀
Ojú wọn pọ́n kanrínkanrín
Adífá fún Láàlú ọmọkùnrin òde làá pé ÈṢÙ
Tani yóò kó oore ìlú fún wa?
Èṣù Ọ̀dàrà ni yóò kó oore ìlú fún wa
One Ọ̀kànràn here
One Ọ̀kànràn there
The two Ọ̀kànràn killed a leopard
Their eyes are so red like fire
Cast divination for Láàlú, the great man who lives outside, is the name of ÈṢÙ.
Who will bring the blessings of the town to us?
It is Èṣu Ọ̀dàrà who will bring the blessings of the town to us.
It is good to call him "ÈṢÙ ỌLÁ ÌLÚ /THE WEALTH OF THE TOWN/COMMUNITY/NATION
ÈṢÙ IS NOT SATAN"
According to Fakayode Esutayo Adewale Igbonla who shared the following on his page and also wrote"
Orisa Esu, on this day we give homage to you.
Esu is everywhere. We call him the orisa with many faces. Why?? Because Esu is the representation of divine duality. He is dark & he is light at the same time. He is masculine and feminine at the same time. He can bring miracles, he can bring mayhem. Esu is the orisa that delivers us with choices. He does not make the choice for us. The choice we make is completely our own! So Esu is not evil, Esu is not Satan. Esu provides a choice. Esu reminds us, that our choices have consequences.. so it’s best we make good decisions.
It’s very important to appease Esu as much as you can. Why??? When Esu is happy, he will bring you great opportunities, he will bless you with so many doors. However, when Esu is neglected he will close all your doors with a quickness. He will bring you opportunities that may lead to chaos and destruction. Never forget that Esu is the enforcer of ajogun (negative forces) The closer you are to Esu, the further you are from ajogun.
The better you treat Esu, the better Esu will treat you.
If you want to appease Esu feel free to let me know. As a daughter of this powerful Orisa, it will bring me nothing but pleasure to help others get in his good graces. ORO ESU By ESUTAYO IGBONLA "
@Oluwo Ifagboun Ajisafe
ÈṢÙ o Senhor que nos apoia nas encruzilhadas da vida a fazermos as escolhas corretas.
ÈṢÙ o inspetor de Olódùmarè.
ÈṢÙ o que transforma erro em acerto, acerto em erro
Aquele que exalta os humildes e ri dos arrogantes e hipócritas.
Que tenhamos sempre alegria, vitalidade, que cumpramos nosso destino.
Quem tem alegria reserva para ÈṢÙ a sua parte (aprenda a ser grato).
Quem tem riqueza dê a parte a ÈṢÙ ( a comunidade ).
Quem tem alimento, dê a ÈṢÙ a sua parte ( aprenda a compartilhar).
ÈṢÙ o justo.
ÈṢÙ o melhor amigo
ÈṢÙ o pior inimigo de nossos inimigos.
ÈṢÙ me conduza sempre ao bom caminho.
Saúde, trabalho e vitórias não faltarão em nossas vidas.
Seus mais profundos sonhos se realizarão pelo poder de
ÈṢÙ e pelas bençãos concedidas por Olódùmarè.
Que ÈṢÙ abençoe grandemente sua vida!
/ !!! Oluwo Ifagboun Ajisafe / !!!
@Ifatola Sangodare Awosipe
Èsù is not satan
Èsù the mighty divinity and executioner
Òrìsà In yoruba theology and traditions
Are of the highest divinity .
And must be respected and adored .
Òsè ifá
Òsè èsù
Òsè ire gbogbo .
Àse òrìsà
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"If there is a connection between Esu and anybody in the Christian religion it will be Jesus" says Araba Ayobami Ogedengbe in the just concluded walk for Esuisnotsatan in Akure
@Akinola Taiwo Ifafunmilola
Another Esu day has come. Do not forget to tell someone that Esu is not Satan.
Esu did not rebel against Olodumare. Esu was/is in fact a best friend to Orunmila who is the custodian of Ifa which is the voice of Olodumare.
Everything that comes from Esu is perfect!
I AM ONISESE AND I BELIEVE ESU IS NOT SATAN
Stop the confusion now,Esu is olailu (source of wealth for all nations)
Omo esu ni mi
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Mamista
I can still picture it, memories so vivid that it could cut through five layers of cake. A memory so uniquely Bisaya, you can feel the pinakurat and Julie’s ensaymada creep through the text of this blog and invades your taste buds.
During grade school and all through out high school we would have classes for a half a day every Friday. This was dope because we could go home early and we would be in our PE uniforms that were basically pajamas that you wore to classes that you half payed attention to.
This was during a time my cousins and my brother all went to the same school and when we would hear the bell ring for dismissal. This was early highschool for me, so I would just phony cleaning, up until you heard the bell and rushed your classmate to finishing the class prayer quickly.
When I was this age Fridays were momentus, finally the weekend, we could go to Cagayan and watch a movie (or more realistically have my mom drag me around Cogon otherwise known as Cagayan De Oro’s Chinatown, and then some quick dinner at Mandarin’s). Fridays could also be spent at home, doing whatever the fuck I was doing at that age, I can barely bring myself to remember.
This Friday was different though, because my brother and I heard whispers in the morning, we heard, “naay handa sa ilang Tatay Pems”, so we knew there would be lechon and Spaghetti and if Tatay was feeling extra good there would be salad with enough condense milk to kill a diabetic.
When the school bell would finally ring and we heard the bubble engine sound from Tatay’s old Maroon Tamarraw FX or REVO, because this was more an SUV from the 90s than your classic Tamarraw FX, think 90’s patterns, cigarette lighter and knob and switches on everything.
We then would be greeted by Nong Dinsing saying “Ako mag drive sa inyo, na-a inyong mga mama ug papa didto”. So it would be me and my brother and three of our other cousins pack into this car. Inside we would be sharing stories from school, or some gossip, Euma (my cousin) and I never did any schoolyard talk just some nerd shit.
Arriving at Tatay’s was this best place, his house was made out of hardwood, decorations that were in at the time soon became drab, but I didn’t care as a kid, this was Tatay’s house and when you were there you would always be flanked by your loved ones and just a wave of comfort that doesn’t compare. We would be greeted by trabahantes and titas who we would couldn’t remember but were forced to bless. Tatay Pems would always be there smiling because I think that man always lived to see his family.
So there we would be anxiously waiting for the prayer to end, these prayers would normally last extraordinarily long because there would be an actual priest that would be invited to the bisperas.
Ever since I moved to Manila all I ever crave are moments of pure bliss while being surrounded by the ones you love. Moments of pure joy, moments that wasn’t captured by the media we were consuming as kids, because it was all western.
It’s been 6 years since Tatay Pems has died, I miss him dearly, I think my whole family does, here was a man who was doing his best, but also loved his grandchildren that came in all kind of shapes and sizes.
Yesterday I attended a fiesta, I went to church and everything and I just long for those moments of being with my whole family. We’re older now though, most of the time people opt not to go and no shame on them, it just doesn’t feel the same.
I miss you Tatay and I love you so much.
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Reminisce & Oxlade - Why Lyrics
Reminisce & Oxlade - Why Lyrics
Oja oja oja daddy
Oja daddy, Alaga Ibile
Oxlade
If I give you love and I no get money (Se you no go run away)
And if I first carry you ka lo j'aye foreign (Se you no go lo Malaysia)
Omo me I don tire for this thing called love (Se you no go run away)
Se you no go run away o (Away o)
'Cause omoge me I don try (I don try try try)
I wonder would you be mine (Would you be my bride)
Oh baby I don try (I don try try try)
Lot of my friends dey ask me why
Say na you I choose o why, why why why
I'll give you so much loving, wa so pe o ti to
Na you dey make my heart dey go kpokpodikpo
Colour love sun mo red bi zobo, no be pito
My head correct, I sabi I no dey repeat o
Se you no go run go Malay, don't run away
Ife ti mo ni si e ko se farawe
Many many blessings wey go soon come my way
We can take some time off then we go far away
Ma nawo le e lori, I'll spend the bundle
To ba di nighttime a wa ja kungfu
Mo ma caress and rub e enough
Ma wa gbe baba-dudu jade Djim Hunsoo
If I give you love and I no get money (Se you no go run away)
And if I first carry you ka lo j'aye foreign (Se you no go lo Malaysia)
Omo me I don tire for this thing called love (Se you no go run away)
Se you no go run away o (Away o)
'Cause omoge me I don try (I don try try try)
I wonder would you be mine (Would you be my bride)
Oh baby I don try (I don try try try)
Lot of my friends dey ask me why
Say na you I choose o why, why why why
Hehe, gbo na
O je tele Road Safety ko le mona
'Cause to talk the truth, you bad for real omo
Oro di Tupac me and my girlfriend lomo
I would love to love to love you
But we no go comot ijoba n se curfew
O ya facetime me tell me what you up to
Ki n wa farabale gbo e, mo n sip from bottle
Ma nawo le e lori, I'll spend the bundle
To ba di nighttime a wa ja kungfu
Mo ma caress and rub e enough
Ma wa gbe baba-dudu jade Djim Hunsoo
If I give you love and I no get money (Se you no go run away)
And if I first carry you ka lo j'aye foreign (Se you no go lo Malaysia)
Omo me I don tire for this thing called love (Se you no go run away)
Se you no go run away o (Away o)
'Cause omoge me I don try (I don try try try)
Ki lo fe sele, ki lo fe happen?
Ki lo fe sele?
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The DWR Friday Classical Interlude - Confutatis from Mozart's Requiem
Confutatis maledictis
Flammis acribus addictis
Voca me cum benedictis
Oro supplex et acclinis
Cor contritum quasi cinis
Gere curam mei finis
The literal translation for Confutatis from its original Latin to English is as follows:
When the accursed have been confounded
And given over to the bitter flames,
Call me with the blessed.
I pray in supplication on my knees.
My heart contrite as the…
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