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Tapão gives the first slice of his birthday cake to Brasa.
In Brazilian tradition, the first slice of your birthday cake goes to the person you love the most.
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Pulpijo a la brasa 😋😋
Venga, que enfría
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#liam shaw#captain shaw#picard spoilers#horacio carrillo#colonel carrillo#diego jimenez#mike duarte#kevin jimenez#tavo barros#are you people seeing a pattern here yet?#benny borracho magalon#oscar#brasa#big evil?#is he even anyone's blorbo?#senator carlos alvarez#now there's a deep cut
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#fdtd#from dusk till dawn the series#Amaru#Brasa#Barbie#fdtd meme#Barbie meme#HE'S JUST ANOTHER KEN#thank you lilmissuncreative for that one!
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Latin American - Pollo a la Brasa Peruvian Grilled Chicken
For your next cookout, treat your family to a classic Peruvian chicken dish made on the grill instead of in the oven. Pollo a la brasa is simple to prepare and bursting with flavor.
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Fan art of @sintoj, Brasa and Tapão during the new year in Salvador Bahia. I hid a bunch of Brazilian new years traditions in this piece.
Edit:Now that Jerome has a tumblr I can tag him here instead!
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Gabriel Ferraz, Brasa
— Clube da Meia Noite
#livro#livro brasileiro#livro de heróis#livro independente#livros#herói#heróis#super heróis#super herói#brasa#clubedameianoite
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Oh, no. No. Nooooope. No.
My brain did not just snag on another fucking Brasa/Lilah storyline. I just...I wanted to branch out into other fandoms. Maybe one with more than three people in them.
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Tu é brasileiro, tu tem brasa, tem fogo de Deus! 🔥
- Mowana Débora
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Em um vasto oceano de incertezas, onde as ondas da vida nos empurram para frente e para trás, é fácil perder de vista nossos mais preciosos sonhos. O caminho em direção aos nossos objetivos muitas vezes é árduo, repleto de obstáculos e desafios que nos fazem questionar se vale a pena continuar lutando. No entanto, é nesses momentos de adversidade que se revela a verdadeira força de um sonhador, e é necessário ter o coração em chamas para manter esses sonhos aquecidos.
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I’ve been meaning to try a different style after painting for so long. This one felt like a breath of fresh air!
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Scout has his motorcycle Moose
Brasa has their scooter Doombringer
#im still giggling#kuvvy meant something like a vespa#but oh no no that took away from their true potential of getting their ankles pulverized#brasa#scout#moose
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After Dusk
Makena (Hunter/half vampire demon) x Brasa (crossroad demon/high level demon)
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Warnings: dead vampire, demon portals, a bloody fight
About: When The Order calls a worldwide Hunters meeting, Makena know something dangerous is on the horizon. What she doesn’t know is her new assignment puts her face to face with an a demon she made a deal with over 30 years ago.
Top Gif: The search tool on here is a complete nightmare. I had this gif saved bc I can’t find it via gif search. Credit to the creature, here is the original post.
💫 Arte releases a draft into the void 💫 | A03
(new process note: since this was already whole, I’m posting it as such)
When The Order called a meeting, Makena knew a huge threat must be on the horizon. Unlike the old days, they barely called meetings. All hunters have regional managers; they handle correspondence, assignments, and anything else the surrounding hunters need to know.
No matter what a hunter was up to, if a meeting like this was called, they had to drop everything and show up in person. Hunters in training, those earning their stripes, would step in for the time being. Doing things like patrol, and security until every region's hunter returned.
Makena learned there’s been several troubling things happening and from the sounds of it, all hunters would be on deck, and given specific assignments by their RM’s. Among the troubling revelations, she learned portals have been opening up at an accelerated rate, the demon population has tripled and though maintaining the vampire population is part of their jobs, and less around isn’t really a bad thing, someone has been killing nests of vampires.
Since this is not the work of a hunter, The Order wants answers. Who is doing this and why? Are they a threat to the Order and its Hunters? What is the cause of the portals and increase of demon activity?
Perhaps the most disturbing of all is the sudden and drastic reduction of hunters. They’ve been disappearing, quietly, in the dead of the night with no trace. It’s very clear to Makena why a meeting of this scale was called.
Post meeting, she went back to her room and waited for her assignment.
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Makena found him in the middle of the desert. It took a lot of blood, sweat and detective work to get here. All signs lead to him. To her disadvantage, he was expecting her; in spite of how quiet she’s been.
Now, they stand in the middle of the abandoned church, the wood hot from the desert sun, dust and sand mingle in the air with the taste of their blood and sweat. Of all the battles Makena has fought, this one has taken the most out of her.
Silence has fallen in the church, she laid back against one of the rickety pews, Brasa is on the other directly across from her. The both of them catching their breath, eyes still locked on each other.
Brasa holds his injured arm closer to his chest and lowers the sword in his other hand. When his left leg hits the broken pew to his side, it falls over completely, sending a loud crashing sound through the old building.
“How’s a cambion-vampire get into the Order anyway?” He asked after a big exhale. His dark eyes shoot down to his hand, it’s starting to heal.
“Things have changed since your day Brasa. The Order has diversified, “she pauses to spit out blood, then wipes her mouth, “we even have werewolves.”
Brasa raised a brow, “werewolves?”
“They figured - “she struggles to sit up and holds onto the back of the pew for support, “what better way to keep the order than have inside men. Human hunters have done fine for centuries, but the level of peace we had the last 10 years, that couldn’t be done with just humans.” She winches and grabs her side.
“Wouldn’t you be considered traitors?”
“Of course,” she lowers one of her legs and puts her foot on the ground. Now she's seated upright with one knee bent on the bench. “But I don't care about that.” she pauses and collects her thoughts,
“Who would have thought?” He smirks and rises from the pew. With quick reflexes, she has her sword in her hand again and is on her feet too. Brasa’s eyes move to the sword, then back to her face, “30 years.”
“Seems we both climbed our way up the ranks since then.” She comments, still keeping a sharp eye on him.
Brasa steps out of the pew and examines the large slash across his leather jacket.
She continues, “Crossroad demon to what? One of the Queen's most trusted soldiers. Must be. How are you doing it? The portals, the mass killings?”
The sinister smirk returns to his lips, “did you know it was me you were tracking?”
“No. Not until I saw you face to face.”
“Same,” he holds up his hand, it’s fully healed now, “I’m not who you’re looking for. I’m here working on the same thing you are.”
Makena stands opposite him, “Bullshit.”
“What's happening now, this isn’t us. The Queen isn’t happy.”
“What? Someone got hold of an ancient tablet somewhere. Causing so much chaos the Queen of Hell is annoyed?”
“If this was her, she’d own up to it, you know that “he starts to move with slow steps, so does she. Soon they're like a couple of crows in a slow-paced dance. “The advantage of your little Order getting their shit together is how it’s benefited her. This, what’s going on now, doesn’t.”
Makena continues moving, they’re burning a circle into the dusty ground, “that doesn’t make sense.”
“This isn’t the first time someone got their hands on an ancient tablet. Won’t be the last.”
“If so, someone on your side fucked up.”
“We know that.”
“What's with the disappearing hunters? The dead vampires?” she asked.
“They don’t mean anything, it’s what’s inside that matters. I read the missing table once. In part.”
“Their blood?”
He nods.
She goes quiet and breaks eye contact, taking in all the information.
“You know what this means, Makena - instead of The Order sending you out to hunt, you should be kept away. You are the goldmine. A hunter and a Cambion made vampire - your clock is ticking. You’re working on borrowed time. They’re always made stupid decisions, and they’re making one now.”
She dismisses his comments. “If you’re not the one doing it, why did everything lead me to you?”
“Did you not hear me earlier? I am working the same case you are. You are following my steps; I’m following who’s ever the fuck we’re looking for. If you’re a dog with a scent, of course you’re following mine.”
She raised a brow and went still. So does he.
(That’s all I have, so it’s a one shot. If I do expand, subscribing on A03 is the best way to get updated)
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nem muito claro pra ser branco nem muito escuro pra ser preto
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"jirón que uno besa…" - Hugo Mujica (en "Brasa blanca" 1983)
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